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-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?max-results=100'/><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=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>359</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-5948122606354927852</id><published>2009-03-09T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:23:48.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamscapes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dapat talaga hindi ako napapadpad sa mall eh.&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;Stupid bookstores. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just when the acads get the toughest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bought &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stephen King&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nightmares &amp; Dreamscapes&lt;/span&gt;. Short stories collection na naman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ayun. I am doomed. Shet.&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;In other news: Finally finished &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things Fall Apart&lt;/span&gt;. And I'm cursing myself for not finishing it before the quiz. Walangyang 3/10 'yan. Hahaha. Hindi rin nakapag-participate sa discussion kasi I was clueless. Gah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pero anganda talaga. Nag-init na naman dugo ko sa mga puti. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapos ko na rin ang &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Sound of Waves&lt;/span&gt; ni &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mishima Yukio&lt;/span&gt;. I shall perfect the quiz tomorrow~!! Yatta~! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Grabe I was rooting for the labtim all the way. Buti na lang... Woot. Pero trust Jap literature to end things with a disturbing paragraph. Or phrase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hai... 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;Seryoso. Hindi pa rin nababalik sa'kin &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Alchemist&lt;/span&gt; (ni &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coelho&lt;/span&gt;) ko. At 'di ko alam kung sino ang pinahiram ko nun about a year ago. Potek.&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/15396598-5948122606354927852?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/5948122606354927852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=5948122606354927852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/5948122606354927852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/5948122606354927852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/03/dreamscapes.html' title='Dreamscapes'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-8571588035938428204</id><published>2009-03-08T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:00:03.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kung sa Forensic Medicine...</title><content type='html'>.. ako mapunta, hindi n'ako magtataka.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I learned from VOICE's 8th episode:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Idoling something equates to not seeing the big picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Kasi nga blinded ka in awe (or in my case, by the shiny, shimmering, splendid of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arashi&lt;/span&gt;'s wardrobe XD). Pero in life, nobody can see the big picture. Sa episode na ito, pinakita na ang panonood lang ng &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt; ang nagbadya kay &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teppei&lt;/span&gt; na pumasok sa forensics. Pero... I shall not spoil. Haha. Idolizing something is not all that bad. It compels you to act upon your dream. Or in my case, it gave me a dream that I seriously, seriously, want to fulfill. ='D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People shouldn't judge other people based on their emotions, or the things still other people say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; They should make an effort to know somebody, or the instances that had that somebody, be that somebody. Hindi uubra ang backstabbing. In the end, sinusuffice lang nito ang need ng mga tao of less mundane, but incriminating, topics to talk to. Kung ang tingin mo sa isang tao ay base lang sa tingin ng ibang tao sa taong un, aba, kailangan mo rin ng sariling pag-iisip~!! XD Sure ka bang hindi malabo ang paninging nung iba? Na hindi sila bulag dahil sa sariling interes? XDXDXD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alam kong fictional lang ang mga happenings sa VOICE. Pero, you know.. I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;br&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/15396598-8571588035938428204?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/8571588035938428204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=8571588035938428204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/8571588035938428204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/8571588035938428204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/03/kung-sa-forensic-medicine.html' title='Kung sa Forensic Medicine...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-3817389742598479564</id><published>2009-03-08T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T14:14:41.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's all be happy~!!</title><content type='html'> &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-size: 12px;line-height: 14px;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;RULES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-size: 12px;line-height: 14px;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Write down 10 happy thoughts for the week.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Tag 10 persons in your contacts.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Make sure you leave a comment in their site.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-size: 12px;line-height: 14px;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-size: 12px;line-height: 14px;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Not in any particular order. Actually, not in order talaga. Magulo utak ko eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-size: 12px;line-height: 14px;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-size: 12px;line-height: 14px;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;a. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arashi&lt;/span&gt;. Kailangan pa bang i-memorize ito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-size: 12px;line-height: 14px;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;b. Cake baking. @ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thea&lt;/span&gt;'s. I will never look at brown sugar the same way again. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-size: 12px;line-height: 14px;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-size: 12px;line-height: 14px;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eibisi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SbNf@QoKCDQAADeKszw1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.eibisi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SbNf@QoKCDQAADeKszw1/Image075.jpg?et=VuLkPl4XfUGJX0iOo8Gwag&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-size: 12px;line-height: 14px;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-size: 12px;line-height: 14px;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;c. Rummage sale @ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;San Vicente&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eng 11&lt;/span&gt;. Sabi ko nga I am meant for great things. Hahaha. Pero seriously, gusto ko pang makipaglokohan sa mga residente roon. Wee... Kailangang may mag-assign ng ethnography sa'kin, now na~!! XDXDXD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-size: 12px;line-height: 14px;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;d. Shrimp pizza. Ano nga ba talagang pangalan ng pizza na 'yun? LOL. Basta may shrimp. Masarap. Wooh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-size: 12px;line-height: 14px;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;e. Koreans. And Thea. Basta dayuhan + Thea. XDXDXD Shet ang laughtrip talaga. I shall never look at Koreans the same way ever again. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-size: 12px;line-height: 14px;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;f. Blood typing sa Anthro 101. Kung saan nalaman kong B+ ang dugo ko. Buong akala ko O ako. My mother has failed me. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-size: 12px;line-height: 14px;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;g. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things Fall Apart&lt;/span&gt;. Ni &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chinua Achebe&lt;/span&gt;. Ang sarap niya basahin kasi hindi siya nagpapaka-deep. Kung nagpapaka-deep man, keri lang. Kasi sobrang. Ewan. I cannot put it into words. Pero, I shall try: The novel didn't use complicated words. It didn't need them anyway. So good, on its own. =') Super fail nga kasi eto lang ung kaisa-isang babasahin na hindi ko natapos before mag-quiz for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eng 12&lt;/span&gt;. So far, peyborit ko siya. At 'di ko pa rin siya tapos. Other acads. Hmph. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-size: 12px;line-height: 14px;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;h. I don't care anymore. Yosh~!! Ang vague. XD People's trust. Laban lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-size: 12px;line-height: 14px;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;i. May crush na uli akong nakikita at nakakausap ko sa totoong buhay~!! Woohoo~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-size: 12px;line-height: 14px;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;j. Bartdei ni &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Luke&lt;/span&gt;. Eto I shall not try to put into words. Words aren't worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-size: 12px;line-height: 14px;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-size: 12px;line-height: 14px;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-size: 12px;line-height: 14px;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-size: 12px;line-height: 14px;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Tagging;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-size: 12px;line-height: 14px;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-size: 12px;line-height: 14px;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Nica, Luke, Roman-s, Elia, L, K, Jayvee-s, Erol, Ate Iya, Gail&lt;/span&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/15396598-3817389742598479564?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/3817389742598479564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=3817389742598479564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/3817389742598479564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/3817389742598479564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-all-be-happy.html' title='Let&amp;#39;s all be happy~!!'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-1533084482730860983</id><published>2009-03-04T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T06:25:26.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sho talking about...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;... I was going to post some lines from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;capncosmo&lt;/span&gt;@lj's translation of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sho&lt;/span&gt;'s long interview on a magazine called MISS. But I ended up copying most of it.&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, I erased them all and would just give the link for those interested.&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;*Maging interesado ka~!!*&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;The link is &lt;a href="http://capncosmo.livejournal.com/230910.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&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/15396598-1533084482730860983?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/1533084482730860983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=1533084482730860983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/1533084482730860983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/1533084482730860983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/03/sho-talking-about.html' title='Sho talking about...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-3455886974865733175</id><published>2009-03-02T07:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T12:02:05.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A wind different from yesterday's will blow today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;..., won't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Although various people are asking me questions about various things, whether the answers are right or wrong, surely they belong only to me. So, always sound the sound of an unwavering hope, to this heart that's gotten used to giving up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yano Kenta &lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ohno Satoshi&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/note.png"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kumorinochi, Kaisei&lt;/span&gt;'s second verse (as translated by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saladesu&lt;/span&gt;@lj).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/15396598-3455886974865733175?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/3455886974865733175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=3455886974865733175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/3455886974865733175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/3455886974865733175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/03/wind-different-from-yesterday-will-blow.html' title='A wind different from yesterday&amp;#39;s will blow today...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-5059815050069756060</id><published>2009-02-28T06:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T11:41:53.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voice, how I love it so...</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);background-image: initial;background-repeat: initial;background-attachment: initial;-webkit-background-clip: initial;-webkit-background-origin: initial;background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0px;margin-left: 0px;padding-top: 4px;padding-right: 4px;padding-bottom: 4px;padding-left: 4px;font-family: Arial, sans-serif;font-size: 13px;height: auto;width: auto;background-position: initial initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Munchausen Syndrome&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;So there is a term for faking sickness. Which doesn't mean that this isn't sickness per se after all. It is sickness, faking sickness.&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 learned something from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voice&lt;/span&gt;'s 6th episode. That having regular interactions with people isn't a justifying proof of having a good relationship with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before, I have always regarded myself worthless for not making enough effort to catch up with people I know and I care about. But, now I know that I could still show I care for them by "not" caring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is why I love Japanese dramas. You know they are made to generate income and high ratings for television networks that want you to participate in a capitalistic, globalized world. You know they are formulaic, like other countries' shows - designed to be tearjerkers or laughtrips, or both. But at the end of the day, they make you realize something. Something vital and yet most of us don't notice, or have forgotten. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Realizations through randomness, more randomness, and, pretty boys.&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/love.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;~&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;Uta no Oniisan&lt;/span&gt;. Love it. Much. So much, it hurts.&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-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why does it have to end?!&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;I never expected to like Uta no Oniisan. Because it's about a children's show. You know, where people sing and dance with animals and wear costumes of animals and plants and whatever else could be made mascot of?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Figured out I should watch it because of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ohno Satoshi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arashi&lt;/span&gt;'s leader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It isn't all about Ohno now. The scriptwriter's a genius. I have a great deal of respect now with nursery rhymes of all kinds; from different parts of the world. &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 hate &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kenta&lt;/span&gt;'s ex-girlfriend. Grr..&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;My emo week is over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yatta~?&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;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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elia&lt;/span&gt; and I compelled &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roman-s&lt;/span&gt; to give us flowers. And whaddyaknow? He did~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*Iba na talaga 'pag kumikita na nang sariling pera.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;XDXDXD&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 really like flowers. They can't be eaten, nor re-sold... What's their point right?&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 have a favorite flower. The tulip. I have decided on this since before, as I have been bugged what my favorite flower was often. And I like the tulip just for the sole reason that my Kindergarten II section is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tulip&lt;/span&gt;. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eibisi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SaitAgoKCDQAABvgCGQ1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.eibisi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SaitAgoKCDQAABvgCGQ1/Image027.jpg?et=Mxlsg1Z4zVNZmMj%2CZ9KCxA&amp;nmid=0" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/a&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;People think all XX bearers love flowers. Haha.&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;But then again, I wonder if they aren't wrong?&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 like the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; shakuhachi&lt;/span&gt;. I love aerophones. I adore most things Japanese. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No wonder... &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;Our ultra cool MuL 13 professor doesn't require us to watch anything. If we want to watch something, or have been required in other subjects to, we could write a reaction paper on it and pass it to him, given that we relate it to stuff we learned from our class (World Music Cultures).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I attended a koto concert by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fukada Chieko&lt;/span&gt; last night. She's big on the koto business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What appealed to me the most however, was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr. Sakamoto&lt;/span&gt; and his shakuhachi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;3&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/15396598-5059815050069756060?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/5059815050069756060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=5059815050069756060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/5059815050069756060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/5059815050069756060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/02/voice-how-i-love-it-so.html' title='Voice, how I love it so...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-2123626648091223423</id><published>2009-02-22T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T14:31:06.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eibisi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SaDv6woKCDQAAHYnGeg1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.eibisi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SaDv6woKCDQAAHYnGeg1/2008-Summer-Nihon-Eiga-Navi-hanadan05.jpg?et=6DQtPrV7B%2BEkQb%2BiEZTm2w&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&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/15396598-2123626648091223423?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/2123626648091223423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=2123626648091223423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/2123626648091223423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/2123626648091223423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/02/love.html' title='Love.'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-4451722838297397720</id><published>2009-02-19T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T01:58:41.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walang-wala.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'd like to think I have priorities, no matter how twisted they are. So, I made out-of-the-blue decisions against things I have been looking forward to having...&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;... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very much&lt;/span&gt;. Practically since forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Should I be sad that I've realized it's not worth it to pay much on? Even though I so totally know, deep in my heart, that it's worth it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Am I, just now, being mature?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No, I am not. I am sacrificing. And I hate it.&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 am sacrificing too much nowadays. Not that I hate sacrificing per se..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PERO BADTRIP TALAGA AKO SA PARTNER CHEVER SA ANTHRO 101 POSITION PAPER. TO THINK NA HINDI NAMAN AKO UNG WALANG PARTNER/KA-GROUP NUNG UNA. TO THINK NA I MADE PAYAG TO BE PARTNER NA LANG SA KANYA KASI WALA NGA SIYANG PARTNER. REGARDLESS KUNG LABAG SA KALOOBAN KO O HINDI. I MADE PAYAG PA RIN.&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 SIYA NAG-SUGGEST NG TOPIC. NA 'DI KO NA LANG TINUTULAN KASI WALA AKONG MAISIP THAT TIME. SO NAGING MALIGALIG AKO'T NAGSULAT NG PROPOSAL MAG-ISA. AT SIYA NAG-PASS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;TAPOS NGAYON GINAGAWA KO RIN UNG PAPER NG MAG-ISA.&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;But I shall &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. For April is near.&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&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&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/15396598-4451722838297397720?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/4451722838297397720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=4451722838297397720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/4451722838297397720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/4451722838297397720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/02/walang-wala.html' title='Walang-wala.'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-6258707466062481975</id><published>2009-02-16T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T15:30:31.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kailangan ko ng romaji...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... ng lyrics ng &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Setsuna&lt;/span&gt; ng &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GReeeeN&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;Or kana. Kahit may kanji, keri lang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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;Kailangan pa ng mas maraming fans ng GReeeeN para instantaneous din ang paglabas ng lyrics ng mga kanta nila kahit 'di pa officially released ung singles. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kaya people, let's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GReeeeN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ourselves~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Siyempre &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arashi&lt;/span&gt; rin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;='D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alam niyo ba kung bakit isang smile ang logo ng GReeeeN? Bukod sa pagka-dentist ng mga members? Sample:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p177/emmachanL4ever/fgh.jpg" style="text-align: justify;"&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;Sabi ng isang fan theory, it stands for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grin&lt;/span&gt; (as in ngiti, ngisi, wateber). Cool 'di ba?&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;Sa pag-iwas sa mga dapat gawin, binasa ko by chance ang Wikipedia entry on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.S. Lewis&lt;/span&gt;. Matagal ko na siyang idol with his &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Narnia&lt;/span&gt; masterpiece. Pero isa na rin siya sa super idol ko ngayon. Bale, kapantay ni &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jun&lt;/span&gt;, hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hindi ko masasabing atheist ako, o naging atheist, pero, wala lang. Nakatutuwang kahit mga intellectual sila ni &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tolkien&lt;/span&gt;, eh nagka-conflict lang dahil sa choice ni Lewis na mapabilang sa Church of England imbes sa Roman Catholic Church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What difference of faith can do to people. ='D&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;Bakit ba nagpopost ako ng bonggang-bongga kung kailan dapat may sinisimulan na'kot tinatapos na mga bagay-bagay on acads?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No escape.&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;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In other news: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANG HOT NI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NINO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SA BELIEVE PV.&lt;/span&gt; OMG. SI &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AIBA&lt;/span&gt; RIN. AT SI &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OHNO&lt;/span&gt;. SI &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SHO&lt;/span&gt; RIN. AT SI JUN~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;XDXDXD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At bakit nag-uulan ng kanta ang Arashi? Grabe, nalilito na'ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sana rin may pera akong pambili ng AAA 2008 DVD ng Arashi. But no. Mukhang kailangan ko na talagang magnakaw sa kahit anong bangko? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Who's gonna help me?&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/wink.png"&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/15396598-6258707466062481975?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/6258707466062481975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=6258707466062481975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/6258707466062481975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/6258707466062481975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/02/kailangan-ko-ng-romaji.html' title='Kailangan ko ng romaji...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-7077033666780129718</id><published>2009-02-15T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:31:03.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Setsuna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Moment.&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moments.&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;Love it. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salamat kay &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yzzy&lt;/span&gt; sa kanyang pagkaawa, este, pagbibigay sa'min ng roses. Kaya dahil diyan, mahal na kita Yzzy~!!&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;Sobrang bait ni God. Nagbibigay na ng signs. Pero pasaway tayong mga mortal na hindi nakikinig. Ayan. Napagod tuloy sa matinding search for the Internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SHET.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Buti na lang kasama ko si Luke at Elia kundi sobrang nabanas na'ko sa kapirangot na tulog at hindi kapirangot na academic pressure.&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;February, YOU SHALL END~!!&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;='D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na-realize ko na naman na importanteng buhay pa ako. Kahit walang lablayp. Ayun. Kawawa naman si &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jun&lt;/span&gt; kung 'di niya ako makikilala 'di ba? Tatanda siyang single. Hindi niya maikakalat ang kanyang almost perfect genes~!! Sabi nga ni &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Darwin&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;Argh.&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 shall still &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smile&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;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.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;I need confidence. Badly.&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/15396598-7077033666780129718?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/7077033666780129718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=7077033666780129718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7077033666780129718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7077033666780129718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/02/setsuna.html' title='Setsuna'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-7914816273948518688</id><published>2009-02-12T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T06:35:10.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG THIS IS NOT HAPPENING.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JUN MATSUMOTO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IN A DRAMA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AS A HALF-FILIPINO, HALF-JAPANESE MAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS SPRING. TBS. FRIDAY. 10 PM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't see how he'd fair as a half-Filipino. But, whatever. I LOVE YOU JAPAN~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Taken from everywhere. Fandom is ECSTATIC about this. Yes.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tears won't stop flowing. Literally. Maybe because I haven't careered studying for Eng 12?*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DON'T CARE. JUN~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&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/15396598-7914816273948518688?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/7914816273948518688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=7914816273948518688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7914816273948518688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7914816273948518688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/02/omg-this-is-not-happening.html' title='OMG THIS IS NOT HAPPENING.'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-1476933463122141753</id><published>2009-02-10T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T20:18:51.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best answers in the world...</title><content type='html'>Totally taken from &lt;a href="http://onlyjun.vox.com/library/post/potato-032009-55-questions.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"A T-shirt. I carry out a campaign of wearing short-sleeved shirts in winter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;Sho&lt;/span&gt;, when asked what the point of his outfit was during this interview.&lt;br&gt;&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;"Pepsi Nex!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;, when asked what was his favorite drink. BTW, he is a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pepsi Nex&lt;/span&gt; spokesperson. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;XD&lt;br&gt;&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;"Vermont Curry&lt;/span&gt;, medium hot!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;Aiba&lt;/span&gt;, when asked how hot he wants curry. He is a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vermont Curry&lt;/span&gt; spokesperson. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;LOL.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&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;Soup de Okoge. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;Nino&lt;/span&gt;, when asked what is his specialty in cooking. And yes, he is a spokesperson of &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soup de Okoge&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&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;"I like bath salts but I won't because I'd be scolded by my mum. She'd use the leftover water for laundry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;~ Sho, when asked what kind of bath salt he likes. What are bath salts?! XD&lt;br&gt;&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;"Sunrise. XD"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;~ Aiba, when asked how he wakes up in the morning. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;AIBA I &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3 YOU~!!&lt;/span&gt; The &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;others answered with family members waking them up, or alarm clocks. Hahaha.&lt;br&gt;&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;"I want to be called "Jun" at home. But if will beat them if he/she calls me "MatsuJun.""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;~ Jun, when asked how he'd like his future child/ren to call him. I will do anything to see &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;his children call him "Jun" 'coz I bet he wouldn't really like it. More so, "MatsuJun."&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;Come to think about it, if I'd be the mother of his children... SHET. XD&lt;br&gt;&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;"It's a waste if you don't use them, since there are many functions."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;~ Jun, when asked if he uses emoticons on text messages. Okay. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cat.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cup.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/phone.png"&gt;&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;"Pepsi Nex."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;~ Jun, when asked what he buys from the convenience store impulsively. How supportive &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;can he be of the product? Pepsi should be paying him handsomely. XDXDXD&lt;br&gt;&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;"Ohno-kun. I want to draw a picture nicely."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;~ Sho, when asked who he wants to change places with for a day. I feel for him. Sho's &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;drawing skills (or lack thereof) are comparable to mine. TT-TT&lt;br&gt;&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;"Myself. I cannot win easily and has not won perfectly."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;Ohno&lt;/span&gt;, when asked who his rival is.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/thumbs_down.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My rival is myself too. I am stressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yosh~!!&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/15396598-1476933463122141753?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/1476933463122141753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=1476933463122141753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/1476933463122141753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/1476933463122141753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/02/best-answers-in-world.html' title='The best answers in the world...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-7464190939295335572</id><published>2009-02-08T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T08:14:58.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I not in New York?!</title><content type='html'>Or in Japan for that matter.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TT-TT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://yuniesan.livejournal.com/73678.html?mode=reply"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; just. SHET.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He sang &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt;, with a fangirl~!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HE SANG truth WITH A FANGIRL~!!&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;Not to mention him asking how much he is liked among other members of Arashi.. DORK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4X019kcYd4&amp;eurl=http://shots.snap.com/shot/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DR4X019kcYd4&amp;key=c59540240c36f35"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt;, with him being cool and understanding AND SO MUCH COOL. And OMFG he performed the hand thing at the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are lots more fan stuff going around. But.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear I will watch &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YattaMan&lt;/span&gt;. The anime first. With the pandemonium going on, I am totally convinced it's not just about heroes-thing-with-robots-saving people show.&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/15396598-7464190939295335572?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/7464190939295335572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=7464190939295335572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7464190939295335572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7464190939295335572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-am-i-not-in-new-york.html' title='Why am I not in New York?!'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-72756402584446006</id><published>2009-02-06T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:28:59.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I need to involve myself with comics more. HAHA.&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;For the win, click here! As in, &lt;a href="http://www.beerkada.net/2009/02/05/fanclub-ichiban#comments"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;XDXDXD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Had interaction with Austrians some hours ago at the University Hotel. Didn't even care if we were on the girls' side. It was fun talking to them because they do all the thinking about new topics when dead air's bound to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kids on the streets made such a huge impact on them. Also, Filipino women in power. And over-all Pinoy friendliness. They adore beaches. And other stuff. They worry about getting fat because all they are made to do here is eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They feel awkward that people gawk at them on the streets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This activity made me realize that everyone's really human who want things they do not have. Too bad I'm no good at German. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All they know of Japan is Tokio Hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh they have British English so I got my first taste of hearing "flat," a term which doesn't in any way relate to a tire. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Had a beer. Felt woozy. But it was all worth it. Got a little talkative so it wasn't much of a task for me to talk. Woot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Afterwards &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Luke&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clio&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bianca&lt;/span&gt; and me walked back to TK. We then went to the Main Lib with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jayvee-s&lt;/span&gt; to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love bacon.&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 love Raidas much, much more.&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 failure. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hell Month, you shall pass. TT-TT&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/15396598-72756402584446006?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/72756402584446006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=72756402584446006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/72756402584446006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/72756402584446006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/02/gah.html' title='Gah~!'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-4428848659617677261</id><published>2009-02-01T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:00:54.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Threading on dangerous waters</title><content type='html'>Tell me: Why am I doing everything in my power for the last 30 minutes to find a picture of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kim Bum&lt;/span&gt; playing some Korean named guy who is that country's version of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nishikado Soujiroh&lt;/span&gt; from Japan's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hana Yori Dango&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TT-TT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, I shall not convert. I shall not. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I must not! &lt;/span&gt;&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;OMG I figured out how, and where, that VLC snapshot thing saves the pictures~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eibisi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SYWbIAoKCDQAAHGgbc81"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.eibisi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SYWbIAoKCDQAAHGgbc81/khydns.png?et=2J0v0dqVDxU7P5uRvd6%2C4g&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think he's cute, isn't he? &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&gt; And he's just about a year older than me; which makes him perfect. Figures. Hurrah~!! Or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my obsessions always start with a little cuteness there, and then... Poof~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eibisi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SYWbawoKCDQAAHdtumY1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.eibisi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SYWbawoKCDQAAHdtumY1/kf3.jpg?et=7COivn%2CgukanvVoxGQh1Lw&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See? Me thinks I'm developing a fetish for guys who wear hats. I don't even like hats, or caps, or anything of the sort. This is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jun&lt;/span&gt; and his Fedora madness' fault!! XDXDXD Next to Kim Bum is the counterpart of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mimasaka Akira&lt;/span&gt;; and the last one's "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doumyouji&lt;/span&gt;." I can barely remember Korean names, so this would suffice for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am I doing this? And just when &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elia&lt;/span&gt;'s unreachable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elia come back... XD&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/15396598-4428848659617677261?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/4428848659617677261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=4428848659617677261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/4428848659617677261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/4428848659617677261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/02/threading-on-dangerous-waters.html' title='Threading on dangerous waters'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-3187938619278046646</id><published>2009-02-01T05:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T10:38:14.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hindi na'ko magtataka..</title><content type='html'>.. kung magkasakit talaga si &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nino&lt;/span&gt; ng kung anumang chever sa utak.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero sana, sana, sana, hindi. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nung 2006, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ewing's Sarcoma&lt;/span&gt; habang nagsisikap siyang makapasok sa Tokyo Uni...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nung 2007, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;autism &lt;/span&gt;habang nagsisikap siyang tumakbo sa mga &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;marathon&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this spring (sa Japan, XD), &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cerebral palsy&lt;/span&gt; naman!! Habang nagsisikap siyang mag-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;door-to-door &lt;/span&gt;kasi salesman naman siya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woooot~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Galing ito &lt;a href="http://headlines.yahoo.co.jp/hl?a=20090201-00000012-dal-ent"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&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/15396598-3187938619278046646?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/3187938619278046646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=3187938619278046646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/3187938619278046646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/3187938619278046646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/02/hindi-na-magtataka.html' title='Hindi na&amp;#39;ko magtataka..'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-7514385278047213914</id><published>2009-01-29T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:47:35.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rage! RAAAAAAAAGE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Break the Curse of Friday the 13th! Rage your passion at this year's U.P. Fair's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loVeRAGE 3&lt;/span&gt;, 6 PM onwards, at the UP Sunken Garden on February 13. &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;Tickets at&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Php 90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lang each!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Performing are Bamboo, Sugarfree, Urbandub, Kjwan, Itchyworms, Greyhoundz, Razorback, Typecast, Moonstar88, Silent Sanctuary, Kitchie Nadal, Stonefree, Mayonnaise, Cambio, Hilera, Soapdish, Giniling Festival, De Lara, Valley of Chrome, Fuse, Zelle, Salamin, Fuerzza, Chubibo, Top Junk, Intolerant, Menaya, Playphonics, Sopiz, Kelevra, and many moooore!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What's more, may fireworks come midnight. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MAY FIREWOOOOORKS!! &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;XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Contact me sa YM, e-mail, here sa Multips or text me. Supposing that you know my number.. Hahaha.&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/15396598-7514385278047213914?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/7514385278047213914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=7514385278047213914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7514385278047213914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7514385278047213914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/01/rage-raaaaaaaage.html' title='Rage! RAAAAAAAAGE!!'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-7615754216095025258</id><published>2009-01-26T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:57:28.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayoko na.</title><content type='html'>Kailangan ko ng lablayp. WAAAAAAA~H...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At ng bibili ng mga binebenta ko for my orgs. Refer to post before the last. XD&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/15396598-7615754216095025258?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/7615754216095025258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=7615754216095025258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7615754216095025258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7615754216095025258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/01/ayoko-na.html' title='Ayoko na.'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-2127551238724047937</id><published>2009-01-25T05:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T10:51:54.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bartdei ni Sho~!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;His father is one of the Japanese government's big men. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Kumbaga, elite since birth. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He scolds people who don't throw trash properly.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Poor Nino.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He hit paparazzi and fans with his vinyl umbrella.&lt;/span&gt; Sana may payong din akong vinyl!!&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;He dances stiffly. &lt;/span&gt;Parang ako lang. LOL.&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;He has a degree in Economics from Keio University.&lt;/span&gt; Yes, we are so proud. 'di ako mapapagod ipagmalaki 'to.&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;He writes rap marvelously.. &lt;/span&gt;Matalinghaga. Nosebleed.&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;.. And performs them flawlessly.&lt;/span&gt; Siya lang ang rapper na trip ko.&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;He literally rocks ballad songs.&lt;/span&gt; And goes away with it. XD&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;He fails at things miserably.&lt;/span&gt; That's why he is adored.&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;He is a newscaster and an announcer.&lt;/span&gt; Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&gt; May kulang pa ba sa resume niya? Hehehehe.&lt;br&gt;&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;Finally, he turns 27 today!! Furui da~! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And yet, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so hot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Hahahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eibisi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SXvSBwoKCDQAAHgBGyw1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.eibisi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SXvSBwoKCDQAAHgBGyw1/Copy-of-sho13.jpg?et=P6R5mYuekq0UnWY9YAY2Yw&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sho. Oh Sho. Salamat sa lahat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to your parents, "Thank you for raising him up." XD Yes Sho, that birthday greeting line you uttered on Shukudai was totally random, a failure. But I love you. So, cheber lang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woooooooooot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hapi bartdei~!!&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/15396598-2127551238724047937?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/2127551238724047937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=2127551238724047937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/2127551238724047937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/2127551238724047937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/01/bartdei-ni-sho.html' title='Bartdei ni Sho~!!'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-7062954327270855141</id><published>2009-01-22T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:25:20.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gusto niyo akong tulungan?</title><content type='html'>Bili na ng mga sumusunod!!!!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/star.png"&gt; YSA Salon&lt;/span&gt; Gift Certificate (worth Php 1000) for Php 750!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tickets for  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cocktail.png"&gt; U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PCAT: The Movie&lt;/span&gt;; film showing on the 24th of February at the UP Film Institute, 5:00-7:00 PM, for Php 60 each!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tickets for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UP Fair 09's &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/unlove.png"&gt; Loverage 3&lt;/span&gt;, February 13, all-night, featuring &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bamboo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parokya ni Edgar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and lots more chever, for Php 90 each!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siyempre text niyo 'ko. Or e-mail. Or private message-ek dito sa Multiply. Or snail mail. XD Ayun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gah, I need a normal life. Badly. TT-TT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BILI NA KAYO!! MURANG-MURA LAAAANG!! Wooooooooot.&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;!-- 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/15396598-7062954327270855141?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/7062954327270855141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=7062954327270855141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7062954327270855141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7062954327270855141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/01/gusto-niyo-akong-tulungan.html' title='Gusto niyo akong tulungan?'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-6758836620654858080</id><published>2009-01-18T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:56:03.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm actually...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.. talking to my dad about a Japanese song.&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;And not just any other song, but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ohno Satoshi&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kumorinochi Kaisei&lt;/span&gt; (Fine day after a Cloudy One?), otherwise known as&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Uta no Onii-san&lt;/span&gt;'s theme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didn't even listen to it on purpose for him to like it. I only listen to music "on purpose" when mum's around. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just got the ripped version off the drama's opening when I decided to check it out. I have yet to watch the first episode (No fast softsubber around, I believe.) you see. Anyhoos, my dad heard strains of it and, whaddayouknow? I'm playing it on loop for the past hour at his request. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He asked if it was the in song in Japan nowadays. I said no (In the near future, yes. XD); that it hasn't been released yet. So he asked if it was an old one (Given that he likes music from his era. Hehe.) and I answered "no" too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He says out of all the Japanese songs he's heard me listening to, this is the one he likes. It has nice melody and such and... He's singing along! With Ohno's "down, down, down!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like the song myself, even if what I have is like, just the half of it. Which is what I'm having 'til March, when the song would be released alongside "Believe," Sho's movie's Yatterman's theme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&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/15396598-6758836620654858080?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/6758836620654858080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=6758836620654858080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/6758836620654858080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/6758836620654858080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-actually.html' title='I&amp;#39;m actually...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-420204981576515597</id><published>2009-01-17T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T16:11:43.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so my love...</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;... for anything British lives on.&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;For serious, I am surprised I still can be encaptured by them. What hotness could do to someone like me... Hahahaha.&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 last week on my chancing upon "Adam and Joe Go Tokyo," a cultural show of sorts of two British men on Japan. What can be better than a thing on Japan, than a thing on Japan as presented by the British?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wooooot.&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 started last weekend, in-between attempts on proper fangirling I suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, Nica lent me her "The Tales of Beedle the Bard," which is made of pure awesomeness. I so wish I have that much money to buy my own copy, but I don't because I have to pay for so much things. I'd probably be broke until next academic year. TTT-TTT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's worth the dough; well, at least if your sense of what's worth it or not is the same as mine... 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 cannot put it into words, without spoiling anybody. But, I REALLY REALLY miss &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dumbledore&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prof. McGonagall&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hermione&lt;/span&gt;. And all the other characters that I treated as real people from the world of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;. It's like, whilst reading the book, my heart wanted to burst forth and declare to the whole world that I would adore &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt; to no end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This, my friends, is solid proof that it's dangerous to introduce me to something, that most probably, I'd like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It should've just probably stopped with the great fairytales. But Nica gave me a copy of the film "Angus, Thongs, and Full-frontal Snogging," and I just..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.. OMG, what are the British doing to me?! Is this their revenge, for my setting them aside this past year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So now I find myself getting LSS on a song where I could understand the lyrics at its fullest. XD It's called "Ultraviolet" by the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stiff Dylans&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know if the band does really exist as it originated from the book version. Must. Search.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I watched it to get it over with. To erase it so that my phone would get its rest from being just a flash drive. But no. I can't erase it. Gah.&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 confused. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Robbie&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dave the Laugh&lt;/span&gt;? I even like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peter&lt;/span&gt;. TT-TT And &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Libby &lt;/span&gt;and the parents..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And the Ace Gang is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;/span&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/15396598-420204981576515597?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/420204981576515597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=420204981576515597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/420204981576515597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/420204981576515597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-so-my-love.html' title='And so my love...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-1920271031570406427</id><published>2009-01-12T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:28:23.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For with or without...</title><content type='html'>... subbing of this particular part of this particular episode..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AV8lCpLfri8&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AV8lCpLfri8&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.. I just love Sho. Or any Arashi member for that matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Well this goes to any video with them really, but you know.. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&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/15396598-1920271031570406427?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/1920271031570406427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=1920271031570406427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/1920271031570406427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/1920271031570406427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-with-or-without.html' title='For with or without...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-455463278377693718</id><published>2009-01-09T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:31:22.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A query</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;Tomboy ka ba?&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;I was asked this question just a couple of hours ago. It was amusing, really. I mean, I got asked the same question by my mother years before, when I was being my normal kid self, without all the embellishments expected of a little girl and all. What could she expect? We didn't have neighbors who had girls my age that I could play dolls with. Plus, I have two brothers who needed an iron fist, and tongue, from their older AND cuter sister every now and then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I suppose she secretly, and laughingly, told herself off when a cousin of mine got me into Backstreet Boys. Still, I can't forget she asked me that. I wasn't offended. I just tend to remember things that, unfortunately, aren't mathematical theories and whatnot.&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;We finished off with our first laboratory session on the postcranial cheverness of the human body at 2:30. I was pretty excited to get my feet moving, ride the jeepney bound for Katipunan, sit on the MatsuMiya-themed LRT-2, and walk towards home for Nirvana aka Arashi. The week wasn't so bad, as the year just started, and I was in a pretty good mood coming out from a technology-less vacation - but I needed my Arashi fix, lots of it, badly.&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 being inwardly giddy in the train, thinking of how I did well on my music exam, when it reached Cubao station and people surged in. A woman who's not old, but not young either XD, seated herself beside the guy beside me. It was a random thing. I probably would've forgotten her, and would now be filling to my heart's content all the dorkiness of Japanese entertainment, but I didn't. Because she spoke in the train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At first I thought she was soliciting money, like what some are doing in the buses and jeepneys; but she was there to promote free faith healing sessions held in Cubao, and a television and radio show broadcasting the said affairs. She proceeded on with the schedule of the healings and as I'm bad with numbers, I forgot them. XD Afterwards, she enumerated the things that could be cured for attending them. Of course nobody was paying any attention to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It wasn't so bad really. She wasn't asking for anyone's money. You see, I get annoyed when people ask me to give money. All of us do. But then I heard the words "bakla" and "tomboy" in her speech, and I was suddenly all ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With my quasi-naive mind, I thought what she said at first was that everyone who would attend the sessions, regardless of age, gender, and so on, would be healed. Of course that wasn't the case. She was saying that gay people can, and should be, healed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyone who I talked to since my latter years of grade school and high school knows I'm not all pro with the gay people. Like some, I am not in favor of being gay. Yes, I know I was being racist. But you know, I really can't explain myself well with things like these after all. XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;College brought me an understanding of what being gay is all about. And even though I can't say I'm for the greater good of mankind, womankind and gaykind now, still, I understand. Which led to my mind brooding on whether I should question the woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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;Her: *speech*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: (butts in) Ah excuse me po, ano.. Ung pagiging bakla at tomboy po ba, kasalanan ba un?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her: ... Oo, bad spirits un eh... Bakit, (in a very, very concerned expression) tomboy ka ba?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: Ay, hindi naman po.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her: Ah may kilala ka bang ganun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: Wala naman po.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her: (looks at me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: So kasalanan nga po ba un? Ung pagiging bakla at tomboy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her: Oo, pagsapi un ng mga masasamang espiritu eh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: Sino po may sabi? Saan po?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her: Ang Diyos. Siyempre..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: Ano po?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her: Sa salita ng Diyos. Eh 'di ba nga babae at lalake lang naman ang kanyang nilikha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: Ah okay po. Pero, mali un eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She didn't really understand what I said. I suppose she thought I was agreeing with her. She smiled at me and said "Oo nga." I should've emphasized "pero," or expressed that last sentence fully. 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;Me: Ay hindi po, mali po ung sinasabi mo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her: (still smiling, not menacingly, just smiling)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I should blame it on the soft voice I used in our little talk. Probably she still thinks that that confused girl who asked her at the train was agreeing with her beliefs. At least, I made someone happy? I wasn't looking for trouble. I wasn't after an intellectual debate either, as I know for myself I would be defeated in whatever topic I decide to squeeze myself in, even those involving things I'm obsessed with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was to alight, I mustered all my energy and stood and walked like a prim and proper lady, despite wearing a dark shirt and loose pants. I suspect she suspects I am lesbian still, and so, the effort. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt; I can't really be bothered by what people perceive of me. I really don't care. I just want to get a message across - that people who aren't gay can understand what it is, and all the challenges that goes with belonging to the third "sex..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... that is, if she understood that I disagreed with her. I hope she does, eventually.&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 highly amused. I don't know if I should be proud of what I did or not. But blogging it says I am, right?&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;At least I now know that I can interview strangers on-the-spot.&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/wink.png"&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/15396598-455463278377693718?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/455463278377693718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=455463278377693718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/455463278377693718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/455463278377693718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/01/query.html' title='A query'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-9106089342985160050</id><published>2009-01-07T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:47:35.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And when we chanced to look...</title><content type='html'>... into each other's eyes, I just stare like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Host: So, wait, you ride the train?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nino: Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Host: Like, normally, ride it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nino: Yes. This is what it seems. Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Host: Don't the people say, "It's Nino, it's Nino!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nino: They do. They do, yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Host: And?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nino: Well, it really is Nino... So, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what are they going to do about it?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG SNARKY NINO HOW I'VE MISSED YOU SO.&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;I need to post proper stuff on the days I've spent in Mindanao. Minsan na nga lang magkaroon ng matinong bakasyon (aka walang PC, for the most part.. In my defense, hindi naman PC ang laptop 'di ba?! 'di ba??? XD), hindi ko pa ikukuwento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero I can't because academic stuff are killing me. Midterms epek na pala? TTT-TTT&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;MuL 13 &lt;/span&gt;would start it. On Friday. This Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapos next, next week we shall have an exam on postcranial bones/parts of humans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOMG. Like, the only thing I've finished reading for Eng 12 was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ramayana&lt;/span&gt; at hindi pa siya kailangang basahin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of, umiinit ang dugo ko sa Ramayana. PESTENG &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RAMA&lt;/span&gt;. KAMUSTA NAMAN UNG PAGKAMARTIR NI &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SITA&lt;/span&gt; TAPOS IPADADAAN NIYA SA APOY. TAPOS IBABANISH PA NIYA. TAPOS PABABALIKIN NIYA SA KANYA?!&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;ANO BA UN?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At nabibuwisit na rin ako sa &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Medea&lt;/span&gt;. Nagiging peminista tuloy ako.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XD&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/15396598-9106089342985160050?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/9106089342985160050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=9106089342985160050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/9106089342985160050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/9106089342985160050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-when-we-chanced-to-look.html' title='And when we chanced to look...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-7635145227923646579</id><published>2009-01-06T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:21:32.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how the glare...</title><content type='html'>... of my computer missed me so.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again, I need my beauty sleep. Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not so sure if I'm pleased that I'm finally "home." I suppose I should be.&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/15396598-7635145227923646579?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/7635145227923646579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=7635145227923646579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7635145227923646579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7635145227923646579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-how-glare.html' title='Oh how the glare...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-6953401501004218153</id><published>2009-01-02T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:16:47.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERNET. WOOT.</title><content type='html'>Marirealize mo talaga ang halaga ng technology 'pag napunta ka sa lugar na wala nito.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well actually, marirealize mo lang talaga siya 'pag "nabalik" ka na sa sibilisasyon. Kasi keri ko naman ang buhay sa Pigcawaran for two weeks or so (with little attempts to net access sa phone). Tapos ngayong nasa Davao kami, wala na. Wala. Fail.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I need to go back to our PC at home and exhaust, este, hug it to no end. Gah. I need to download all the end-of-year shows cheber sa Japan!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;OMG WHAT WILL I DO WHEN I GET BACK?!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Arashi? Acads? Shet anraming acad stuff na. Wala na'kong maaasahang vacation thingy hanggang matapos na ang sem. I shall not be free anymore.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At I'm applying for something pa pala. I shall be dead. Woot.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyhoos, ang cool ng vacation ko. May mga dumaraang sundalo + trucks + tangke sa tapat ng bahay ng lolo ko. Tapos may sound effects pang mga kanyon 'pag gabi. May live-action war sa kabilang barrio raw eh. Siyempre hindi ako natutuwang may mga nagdadalamhati habang nagpapakababoy kami sa pagkain, pero ayun eh. Wala namang kanyon na sound epeks sa Malacañang.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sana meron.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hahahahahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nagwalis ako gamit ang walis tingting! At nagkaroon ng tubig something ung right index finger ko pati thumb! Pero magaling na sila ngayon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ano pa ba? Pulubi pa rin ako. Ayun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tapos may phone na pala ako. Same number. Ayun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bago pala makarating sa bahay ng lolo ko, kailangan naming mag-cross ng river. Walang dating sana 'to kung may bridge eh. Pero wala, wala! Wooh. Hardcore crossing the river ang drama.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At may issue pang sa records daw ng munisipyo, tapos na RAW ung pagrerepair sa bumagsak na bridge. Pero hindi talaga. Kaya. Ayun. Pero hardcore pa rin. Corruption everywhere.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I see green everywhere! Yahoo! At may crickets chirping effects kasabay nung mga kanyon kaya, in a way, peaceful. Hehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Absent pala ako sa persday. Fail ang tickets namin pauwi eh. LOL. January 6, tanghali. Kamusta naman un? Mamimiss ko tuloy ung quiz on Medea. Keri lang kasi hindi ko pa nababasa kasi fail ung dala kong readings.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sige, I shall go offline and sleep my sorrows away. Hahahahahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Arashi?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Acads?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In other news: OMG SHET ANG HOT NI SHO! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;SHO~!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&gt;&lt;br&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/15396598-6953401501004218153?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/6953401501004218153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=6953401501004218153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/6953401501004218153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/6953401501004218153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/01/internet-woot.html' title='INTERNET. WOOT.'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-2457121557016221152</id><published>2008-12-28T13:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T18:28:49.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot.</title><content type='html'>Na-post ba ung chever ko kahapon? Feel ko hindi. Haha. Anhirap mag-blog gamit ang phone. Masyado pang magastos. Astig dito, araw-araw may mga trak ng sundalo na dumaraan! May sound epeks pang kanyon! Ja~&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/15396598-2457121557016221152?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/2457121557016221152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=2457121557016221152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/2457121557016221152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/2457121557016221152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/12/woot_28.html' title='Woot.'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-6039151367743303884</id><published>2008-12-28T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T18:28:14.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot.</title><content type='html'>Na-post ba ung chever ko kahapon? Feel ko hindi. Haha. Anhirap mag-blog gamit ang phone. Masyado pang magastos. Astig dito, araw-araw may mga trak ng sundalo na dumaraan! May sound epeks pang kanyon! Ja~&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/15396598-6039151367743303884?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/6039151367743303884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=6039151367743303884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/6039151367743303884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/6039151367743303884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/12/woot.html' title='Woot.'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-7329391642698685021</id><published>2008-12-27T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T13:55:37.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arashi!</title><content type='html'>Ok.. Online gamit ang phone! Astig ang technology! Haha. May mga dumaan na tank ng mga sundalo. Astig! Asa Pigcawayan kami ngayon. Tahimik pero ang gulo asa kabilang bayan lang, Dado. May mga kanyon. Wooh! Sa uulitin! Wala na'kong load. Haha. Regaluhan niyo ako ng orig dvd copy ng Letters from Iwo Jima!&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/15396598-7329391642698685021?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/7329391642698685021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=7329391642698685021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7329391642698685021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7329391642698685021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/12/arashi_1848.html' title='Arashi!'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-5814880147173549569</id><published>2008-12-27T08:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T13:52:40.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arashi!</title><content type='html'>Ok.. Online gamit ang phone! Astig ang technology! Haha. May mga dumaan na tank ng mga sundalo. Astig! Asa Pigcawayan kami ngayon. Tahimik pero ang gulo asa kabilang bayan lang, Dado. May mga kanyon. Wooh! Sa uulitin! Wala na'kong load. Haha. Regaluhan niyo ako ng orig dvd copy ng Letters from Iwo Jima!&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/15396598-5814880147173549569?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/5814880147173549569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=5814880147173549569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/5814880147173549569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/5814880147173549569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/12/arashi_2284.html' title='Arashi!'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-2074994594530895059</id><published>2008-12-27T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T13:52:29.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arashi!</title><content type='html'>Ok.. Online gamit ang phone! Astig ang technology! Haha. May mga dumaan na tank ng mga sundalo. Astig! Asa Pigcawayan kami ngayon. Tahimik pero ang gulo asa kabilang bayan lang, Dado. May mga kanyon. Wooh! Sa uulitin! Wala na'kong load. Haha. Regaluhan niyo ako ng orig dvd copy ng Letters from Iwo Jima!&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/15396598-2074994594530895059?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/2074994594530895059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=2074994594530895059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/2074994594530895059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/2074994594530895059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/12/arashi_5083.html' title='Arashi!'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-3424199680778126330</id><published>2008-12-27T08:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T13:50:29.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arashi!</title><content type='html'>Ok.. Online gamit ang phone! Astig ang technology! Haha. May mga dumaan na tank ng mga sundalo. Astig! Asa pigcawayan kami ngayon. Tahimik pero ang gulo asa kabilang bayan lang, Dado. May mga kanyon. Wooh! Sa uulitin! Wala na'kong load. Haha. Regaluhan niyo ako ng orig dvd copy ng Letters from Iwo JIMA!&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/15396598-3424199680778126330?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/3424199680778126330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=3424199680778126330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/3424199680778126330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/3424199680778126330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/12/arashi_27.html' title='Arashi!'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-7889705441294486837</id><published>2008-12-27T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T13:50:27.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arashi!</title><content type='html'>Ok.. Online gamit ang phone! Astig ang technology! Haha. May mga dumaan na tank ng mga sundalo. Astig! Asa pigcawayan kami ngayon. Tahimik pero ang gulo asa kabilang bayan lang, Dado. May mga kanyon. Wooh! Sa uulitin! Wala na'kong load. Haha. Regaluhan niyo ako ng orig dvd copy ng Letters from Iwo JIMA!&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/15396598-7889705441294486837?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/7889705441294486837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=7889705441294486837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7889705441294486837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7889705441294486837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/12/arashi.html' title='Arashi!'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-7701356640428170447</id><published>2008-12-24T04:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T09:47:58.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dahil may internet dito...</title><content type='html'>Hahahahaha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26 NA TAON. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/beer.png"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.eibisi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SVGUGgoKCDQAAD@fAFs1/aiba9.jpg?et=9%2BAiLii4Yt%2CN9JDvXrpwBQ&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bartdey niya ngayon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aiba! Mahal kita!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At ang iyong ngiti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At ang iyong tawa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At ang iyong mga ngisi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At ang mga emo moments mo na fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At ang mga moments mo na hindi fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At ang mga nakaloloka mong iniisip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kahit na porny ka.. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mahal ko ang iyong lahat-lahat!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/star.png"&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/15396598-7701356640428170447?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/7701356640428170447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=7701356640428170447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7701356640428170447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7701356640428170447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/12/dahil-may-internet-dito.html' title='Dahil may internet dito...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-1342004483435790191</id><published>2008-12-19T07:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T12:18:32.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aalis kami...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... minus dad. To Mindanao.&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;Bakasyon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Excited ako! Wooh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sana wala nang mansunog ng sasakyan ng may sasakyan. Hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alam niyo ung feeling na hindi ka gutom pero hindi mo mapigilang kumain? Ganito impluwensya ng maraming party. Feeling ko weird 'pag hindi ako kumain sa oras ng pagkain. Kahit hindi ako nagugutom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next year I shall be super fat again. Grr..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next year, too, I shall be busy as ever. Simula na talaga ng second sem! Me trembles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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;Gusto ko ng fruitcake. Fruitcake!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anrami kong pangarap this vacation. Magbasa ng readings, sumakay ng kalabaw, magtampisaw sa ilog XD, magbasa ng mga libro tapos readings uli, mamitas ng mani, makakain ng avocado, magcheber ng mais o palay, matulog... Pero I know I'd have to bring the laptop because I will perish without Arashi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At mapapanood ko uli ang Time DVD ko! After 7 months!! Wala na kasi kaming DVD player. Lo-tech PCs. Can't sa laptop kasi ibang region setting cheber. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ja~!&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/15396598-1342004483435790191?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/1342004483435790191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=1342004483435790191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/1342004483435790191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/1342004483435790191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/12/aalis-kami.html' title='Aalis kami...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-9194350716214730177</id><published>2008-12-08T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:17:37.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pederasty</title><content type='html'>An ancient concept.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love between males. Concerning and adult and a young one only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Iliad&lt;/span&gt; does to you. Haha. Flow of information.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I be pleased? LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People. So interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this what governs the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OhMiya&lt;/span&gt; relationship?&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;May bagong drama si &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ri~da~&lt;/span&gt;! Hahahahaha. Badtrip kagigising ko lang ng malaman ko. Siyempre, tear ducts can't be stopped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He'd be playing a comedic, failure band member AND lover AND family member who becomes a singer in a kid-oriented television show because he fails at life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Expect more life lessons from the former psychopath/murderer/loner/cunning/hot lawyer. Ah, Japan television is &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;Now where's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jun&lt;/span&gt;'s drama?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;='P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of dramas, watch&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Atang&lt;/span&gt;! Play siya ng Dulaang UP. May LSS from it. Sa mga nakanood, hulaan niyo kung anong kanta? Hahahaha.  And watched it nung Saturday pa. Peste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kailangan kong magkaroon ng copy ng kantang un. Mainstream ba siya o kundiman? Ewan ko. Hindi ko alam. Google fails me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raming celebrities! Performers and audience alike. Nadayo pa mga U.P.-M peeps kasi ni-require din sila. Ah, profs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perstaym in a long time to watch a play. Last one's El Fili ata, at from high school pa un - not the one that Dulaang UP staged months ago or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So ayun, masaya. Kaya lang, uber mental block. Walang masabi sa paper kasi inaantok ako from stress + cold + monthly period when I watched it.&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;Tomorrow's gonna be one hell of a ride for me. Table tennis. Exam/Practicals. &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;Papers.. Bones.. More papers..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ja~!&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/15396598-9194350716214730177?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/9194350716214730177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=9194350716214730177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/9194350716214730177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/9194350716214730177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/12/pederasty.html' title='Pederasty'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-1311145579672986362</id><published>2008-12-07T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T20:43:13.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maricar</title><content type='html'>Apat na taon niya akong dinikitan nung high school! Hahahahaha. And now she really has moved on from my cuteness.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ayan talaga ang nagagawa ng U.P.-Manila cheverness + Nursing toxicity. Nakakausap ko siya sa mga debut, kaya, in a way, masaya rin pumunta sa mga debut kahit na ayaw ko pa ring pumunta sa mga 'to regardless of who, where... Ayun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, 18 years old na rin siya. At may Multips na rin siya! Magbunyi!&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;Nag-drama lang ako ng onti dahil gusto kong i-post 'tong pikchur na 'to grabbed from Ricar's Friendster...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eibisi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/STvBLwoKCDQAACVAx141"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.eibisi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/STvBLwoKCDQAACVAx141/ricar18c.jpg?et=MtYko48%2B01eRYL3uBcvePQ&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parang class pikchur lang. LOL. Hankyut ko 'di ba? 'di ba???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grabe, antanda na namin. Peste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wilted_rose.png"&gt;&lt;br&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;Andaming gagawin. Namimiss ko nang mag-fangirl buong araw. Hahaha. Dahil hindi ko pa maumpisahan ang mga paper na dapat kong gawin dahil dapat, LABO, nag-attempt akong maglinis ng kuwarto + PC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ayun. Mahirap. Hahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaya uumpisahan ko nang magpaka-writer muli kasi hindi puwedeng 'di ko sila maipasa sa Tuesday!! Hindi puwede~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TT-TT&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;Masaya ang Physical Anthropology. Mukhang maaattach ako kay Skull 705. I refuse to name him kasi for sure may name naman siya nung buhay siya. Plus, why would I name someone way older than me? 52 years older pa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite parts ko ang sphenoccipital synchondrosis, mastoid process, styloid process, at coronoid process. Siyempre ung mga foramen din. Lalo na ung mental. Mukhang sasabit ako sa mga lacrimal chever, ethmoid, at kung anik-anik pang mga buto ng ilong at mata. Shoot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero 'di pa dapat ako ma-dishearten dahil wala pa'ko sa mga landmarks! So far, lima pa lang ang naisapuso ko. Out of 100. Ata. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alare, "distance" sa base ng ilong. Auriculare, point above the external auditory meatus, starting ng zygomatic arch. Basion, asa may foramen magnum. Bregma, asa may coronal suture. Dacryon, asa may lacrimal banda...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapos, tapos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ayun. Cheber.&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;!-- 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/15396598-1311145579672986362?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/1311145579672986362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=1311145579672986362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/1311145579672986362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/1311145579672986362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/12/maricar.html' title='Maricar'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-5640473413239107027</id><published>2008-12-03T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:11:35.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I told myself 10 minutes is enough...</title><content type='html'>But Arashi urges me to NOT control my fangirling time.&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;In the end, I spent 5 minutes more for rereading and solitary flailing. Kya~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://arashi.groups.vox.com/library/post/6a00c2251eb6048fdb01098111fa80000c.html#comments"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;for the &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&gt;! And for Sho's dream, &lt;a href="http://arashi.groups.vox.com/library/post/6a00c2251eb6048fdb01098151c06f000d.html#comments"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who goes to the airport in green (and red polka-dotted) pajamas?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only Aiba.&lt;/div&gt;&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;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buti na lang Pasko na. Haha.&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/15396598-5640473413239107027?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/5640473413239107027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=5640473413239107027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/5640473413239107027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/5640473413239107027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-i-told-myself-10-minutes-is-enough.html' title='So I told myself 10 minutes is enough...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-327203045607350065</id><published>2008-11-30T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:27:33.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pagtitipon</title><content type='html'>Marami!! Peste. Hahahaha. Pero masaya kasi hindi malungkot.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bartdey ni &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Andres Bonifacio&lt;/span&gt; ngayon!! Na sa palagay ko eh dapat pambansang bayani natin! Kasi asa kanya lahat ng katangian ng mga Pinoy! Magiting, matatag, marangal, at, siyang tunay na nagpauso ng mga makulay na pantalon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siyempre, dahil bartdey niya, bartdey din ng aking bespren! WOOOOOT. Matanda na siya pero siya pa rin siya. Hehehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nagdaos siya ng pagtitipon noong nakaraang Sabado, ang gabi bago ang bartdey ni &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ricar&lt;/span&gt; - solmeyt ko ng apat na taon sa mataas na paaralan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eibisi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/STKMxQoKCDQAAGkfDZo1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.eibisi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/STKMxQoKCDQAAGkfDZo1/nica18a.JPG?et=HHxY37YUqp8dRvQIdyNLsA&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dumayo pa si &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nika&lt;/span&gt; sa mesa namin para magpapicture kasama ako! At si &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jarold&lt;/span&gt; pa nga pala.. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pinasasalamatan ko pala ng lubusan si &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Athena&lt;/span&gt; para sa outfit ko sa gabing ito! Sankyu~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eibisi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/STKNQAoKCDQAAHSHceg1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.eibisi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/STKNQAoKCDQAAHSHceg1/nica18b.JPG?et=OkcafCXSUBr4A8QN%2Bloj%2Bw&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At dahil adik talaga si Nika sa kakyutan ko, hahaha, pinagbigyan ko uli ang kanyang munting hiling, ng walang talent fee!! Shet ambait ko! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parang&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Gossip Girl &lt;/span&gt;lang ang dating ng lugar. Kasi andun si &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Niño&lt;/span&gt; para magsilbing "Greg" ng kanyang "Chuck!" Wahaha. Tapos marami pang galing sa high society. LOL. Sabi nga ni &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iric&lt;/span&gt;, mararamdaman mong madumi ka 'pag natabi sa kanila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O baka naman madumi lang talaga si Iric?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So ayun, bonding. Bitter ako kasi ampoor ng &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Badillo&lt;/span&gt;! Walang may cam sa'min! Tapos nung may opportunity na para sa pikchur, na-cut ako! Walangyaaaaaaaaa!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapos, tapos, ung isa pa naming bespren, no show. Hai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May kapareho ako ng regalo! Hehehehehe. Pero keri lang kasi hindi naman super pareho. Buti inaway ako nung gumawa ng mosaic dahil dark daw ung background. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'di ko siyempre makalilimutan si &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nina&lt;/span&gt;. The greatest student on Earth! Sana kapatid na lang kitaaaaaaaa! ='D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kagabi naman, ang pagtitipon ni Ricar, kung kailan bartdey naman ni &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nica&lt;/span&gt;! O 'di ba ang saya-saya?! WOOH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eibisi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/STKNzwoKCDQAADXrKIE1" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.eibisi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/STKNzwoKCDQAADXrKIE1/ricar18a.JPG?et=9pCH5as%2Cd2KKXUnmMjj1eA&amp;nmid=0" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt; pa lang nagpopost ng pikchurs kaya eto pa lang nanakaw kong pikchur kung sa'n may kyut. XD. Hawaiian ang theme kaya ganyan itsura ko. LOL. Hindi ko alam kung bakit mukhang rockstar si &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Patrick&lt;/span&gt;, pero, ayun. Hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grabe, competition lang ang nagganap, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MaSci vs. U.P.-M&lt;/span&gt; prends ni Ricar! Nanalo kami dun sa unang game kung sa'n nag-fail akong mag-hula hoop. Pero talo kami sa longest line. Kahit hinagis na namin sa mga representative namin mga table napkins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero masaya! Kasi may free-flowing dirty ice cream! At self-serving drinks! XD At sushi! At siyempre, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chismis&lt;/span&gt;!! Backstabbing at its funniest, with talks on economics vs. workforce on the side! Sa'n ka pa?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've grown up. Somewhat. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaloka. Depressing. Pero ayun. Cheber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obernayt kina Ricar pagtapos. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Louis&lt;/span&gt;, Patrick, Jarold, Nica't ako amongst U.P.-M peeps. Nagpakabangag sa DVD ng prom namin nung portyir! Loser. Putul-putol. Na-bitter mga lalaki kasi pinutol sila nung walangyang cameraman kaya nag-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Windstruck &lt;/span&gt;na lang kami.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nakatulog kami ni Nica. Pero tinuloy ng iba ung pelikula! Mainam! Akala ko naman nadala sila ng kadramahan pero sobrang nabangag lang palasila. Nag-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Sassy Girl&lt;/span&gt; pa sila pero 'di na nakaya. Natulog ung isa sa banyo, ung isa sa sofa, tapos si Jarold, 'di ko alam kung sa'n napunta. LOL.&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;Hindi ako party girl. Pramis. Kaya parang awa niyo na, 'wag na kayong mag-debut! Siyempre para lang 'to sa mga nagbabalak pang mag-debut. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I can make it. I would. Pero 'wag na kayong mag-debut. Please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;br&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maganda ang&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Galileo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; J-dorama. Walang JE person sa aking inaakala pero meron pa rin! Manipulative JE, hahaha. Pero crush ko rin naman si &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Katori Shingo&lt;/span&gt; dahil magaling siya! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Pero mas crush ko si &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kusanagi&lt;/span&gt;, LOL.* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At asa isang episode lang siya kaya keri na rin.&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;Maganda ang &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Galileo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Maganda talaga. Sana magaling ako sa &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt; pero hinde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TT-TT&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;Mukhang anrami kong oras ano? Mukha lang. I'm dying pa rin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero keri pa rin! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Coz I'm tough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/star.png"&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/15396598-327203045607350065?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/327203045607350065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=327203045607350065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/327203045607350065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/327203045607350065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/11/pagtitipon.html' title='Pagtitipon'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-8183169955442392035</id><published>2008-11-28T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T07:04:22.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really wish...</title><content type='html'>... that the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;make-up director &lt;/span&gt;of the Twilight movie should be killed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sabi nga raw nina &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Katrina&lt;/span&gt;, mukhang espasol ung mga vampires. Kawawa naman si &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Robert Pattinson&lt;/span&gt;. TT-TT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... that the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;musical director &lt;/span&gt;of the same movie be killed as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bakit tuwing may chever scene, may chever insert music? Hindi pa bagay! Loser. At sabi nga ni &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; (Hindi &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meyer&lt;/span&gt;, I shall not talk to that "author," ever. Hehe.), ano ung kumikinang na sound sa tuwing, shet, nagsashine si &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edward&lt;/span&gt;? HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... that the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;casting director&lt;/span&gt; be fired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bakit siya si &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rosalie&lt;/span&gt;?! Hahahahaha. At insecure pa rin si &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bella&lt;/span&gt; sa kanya? LOL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;But, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carlisle &lt;/span&gt;is hot so, okay, casting director, you are somewhat forgiven. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bakit mukhang&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Emma Watson&lt;/span&gt; si Bella? As in. OMG. Robert, and now, Emma? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tactics. &lt;/span&gt;Grr...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... that the scriptwriter's salary is much, much bigger than the make-up, musical, and casting directors, combined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saving grace ang mga funny lines niya. Na minsang funny.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ngunit ayon nga sa aming guro sa Anthro, moving pictures aren't supposed to depict real life naman. Imitation lang sila. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie wasn't THAAAAT bad (*compared to the, well, "books"*). Laughtrip eh, entertaining! Hahahahaha. And Edward was hot that time with the shades, at on a split second sa prom thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twilight's not even real life anyway. Magpapakamatay muna ako.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I posted something Twilight once more. May this never happen again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/15396598-8183169955442392035?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/8183169955442392035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=8183169955442392035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/8183169955442392035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/8183169955442392035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-really-wish.html' title='I really wish...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-307417095879145504</id><published>2008-11-26T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:07:48.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For 26 years...</title><content type='html'>... I wasn't aware of your existence.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that I was already alive all those years, but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for existing. For zoning out when you're needed, but most importantly, for having the courage to move forward in spite of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eibisi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SSyEtgoKCDQAAB9pGwk1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.eibisi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SSyEtgoKCDQAAB9pGwk1/ridapeace.jpg?et=yeqTc9XV6C84maDWebkmCw&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ri~da~, you are always loved...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 28th birthday!!!&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/15396598-307417095879145504?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/307417095879145504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=307417095879145504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/307417095879145504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/307417095879145504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-26-years.html' title='For 26 years...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-819464064312588889</id><published>2008-11-23T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T15:33:03.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bakit nga ba mahal ko si Jun?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto" style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://eibisi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SSkCqwoKCDQAAHsXaGg1" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignleft" src="http://images.eibisi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SSkCqwoKCDQAAHsXaGg1/junvain.jpg?et=psy8d9xibZFlPMWe0N0CIA&amp;nmid=0" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kasi loser ako for people na mas vain, mas dorky, at mas sadistic kesa sa'kin?!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am trapped forever. Keri lang. Hahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acad-stuff, in league with still other factors, are killing me. Namimiss kong mag-fangirl. I am dying from reading. 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;Nag-backfire mga plano ko this sem. Pero I shall carry on dahil I refuse to give up for the name of Arashi and their hardworking cheverness. Talo na nga nila ako sa lahat ng aspeto (well, except si Jun with his singing.. XD), pati ba naman sa simpleng pagpapatuloy sa mga bagay na pilit na hinahadlangan ng buhay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nope. I shall escape. Someday. Yosh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&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/15396598-819464064312588889?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/819464064312588889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=819464064312588889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/819464064312588889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/819464064312588889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/11/bakit-nga-ba-mahal-ko-si-jun.html' title='Bakit nga ba mahal ko si Jun?'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-3610331922747788449</id><published>2008-11-13T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:51:12.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PERAM</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);background-image: initial;background-repeat: initial;background-attachment: initial;-webkit-background-clip: initial;-webkit-background-origin: initial;background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0px;margin-left: 0px;padding-top: 4px;padding-right: 4px;padding-bottom: 4px;padding-left: 4px;font-family: Arial, sans-serif;font-size: 13px;height: auto;width: auto;background-position: initial initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pangarap kong maging guro dahil gusto kong magkaroon ng kapangyarihang idikta ang mga kaadikan ko sa mga (mamalasing maging) estudyante ko. HAHAHA. Kahit anong subject keri lang.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Maski Math pa.&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;XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kanina sa &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eng 11&lt;/span&gt;, nabanggit ang isa sa mga pelikulang sobrang mahal na mahal ko. Hindi&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&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;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awakenings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Robert de Niro&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Robin Williams&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/star.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/star.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;Para siya sa bonus points. Ikocompare sa tulang "The Panther." Iuulat. Kering-keri kong gawin pero gusto kong malaman ang tingin dito ng ibang tao. Sawa na'ko sa mga pananaw ko eh. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dahil dito, mahal na mahal ko na ang Eng 11. WOOOOOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nabanggit ko na bang AH major ako ngayong sem? Hahaha. Ang stupid. Took &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eng 12&lt;/span&gt; to force myself to read again. Got &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Journ&lt;/span&gt; to force myself to write again. May warning re: Journ. Cancelled. Took Eng 11 para masaya, akala ko application of literature-ek lang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And woosh, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KOKO CRUNCH&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;XDXDXD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapos, tapos, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ling 110 &lt;/span&gt;= lots more reading. Tapos &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anthro 132&lt;/span&gt; rin!! Tapos, clueless pa'ko (pero excited at interested) sa &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anthro 101&lt;/span&gt;, na, may lab pa. OMG. By the end of the sem, bone expert na'ko. Sana. 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;Tapos &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MuL 13&lt;/span&gt;! May readings din!! Pero super cool nung prof kaya keri lang. Maganda rin ung classroom; ang ganda nung lighting! At may grand piano!! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.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;At ung PE ko, got prof in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Duckpin&lt;/span&gt;. Na strikto sa lahat. Na mas may karapatang maging strikto ngayon dahil super duper expert siya sa table tennis. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life.&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;Baka ito na last post ko rito. HAHAHA. In any case, manghihiram ako ng mga libro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mayroon ba kayong:&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;To be Free &lt;/span&gt;ni &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edilberto Tiempo&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Without Seeing the Dawn&lt;/span&gt; ni &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stevan Javellana&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Season of Grace&lt;/span&gt; ni &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N.V.M. Gonzalez&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Germinal&lt;/span&gt; ni &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emile Zola&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Candide &lt;/span&gt;ni &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Voltaire&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Ramayana&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Metamorphosis&lt;/span&gt; ni &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Franz Kafka&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things Fall Apart &lt;/span&gt;ni &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chinua Achebe&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Sound of Waves&lt;/span&gt; ni &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yukio Mishima&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;*Madaragdagan pa ang listahang ito eventually, XD.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At kilala niyo / kayo ba ung nanghiram ng &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Alchemist&lt;/span&gt; ni &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt; ko? Kailangan ko!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kung gayon, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;PAHIRAM!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;PAKISAULI RIN UNG THE ALCHEMIST KO!! PARANG AWA NIYO NA!&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/smile.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;~&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 32px;"&gt;DOUMYOUJI!!&lt;/span&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;Wala lang. Mamimiss ko ang fangirling. Yosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ja~!&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;Pahabol!&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;Sabi nga ba mangyayari ito in due course...&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/SRwaagoKCDQAAFyL4T41"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.eibisi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SRwaagoKCDQAAFyL4T41/ninovs.jun.jpg?et=OgB1m7Z3Dw9uxpC1Fw16Fw&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jun&lt;/span&gt;, ikaw pa rin!! I think... XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapos nagbabalak pa 'to sumingit!&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;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eibisi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SRwcmQoKCDQAACiJaK41"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.eibisi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SRwcmQoKCDQAACiJaK41/aibaped.jpg?et=nR%2BKGmBEqJ%2BFerPs0ne7VQ&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ito ring asa gitna!&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/SRwc3AoKCDQAADVIxxg1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.eibisi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SRwc3AoKCDQAADVIxxg1/shobeijing.jpg?et=IsxYOjXsvcwF8pHGFzF6PQ&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pero these past few months, grabe ang confusion na dinulot sa'kin ng lalaking ito:&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;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.eibisi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SRwddwoKCDQAAEePcP41/riidaamedal.jpg?et=b0ZWmgpuD6xyXarPtLD%2B8Q&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pero mas masayang walang away 'di ba? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eibisi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SRwiHgoKCDQAABPdlbU1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.eibisi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SRwiHgoKCDQAABPdlbU1/arashiwm.jpg?et=kX4kjNqyuhU8sBi4mzWoiQ&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Weeee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Googled the pikchurs.*&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/15396598-3610331922747788449?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/3610331922747788449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=3610331922747788449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/3610331922747788449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/3610331922747788449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/11/peram.html' title='PERAM'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-5882194222732520540</id><published>2008-11-10T07:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:33:06.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have survived Harry Potter...</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;... there's just no way I wouldn't survive this either.&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;Exactly eight minutes ago, the curtain has finally dawned on me; well, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hana yori Dango&lt;/span&gt;'s curtain, that is. Now I know people aren't really interested in yet another one of my Japan-is-Love post, but... Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nobody can stop me. &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;Temptations really get the best of me, and I don't know if I should be happy with this or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Certainly, Hana yori Dango presented me with so much things I've never dreamt to usher into my life. It came to a time when I was still in denial of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt; ending. This might sound exaggerated, well, it is indeed, HAHA, but I thought I wouldn't be able to see my surroundings in the same light I've used when I could immerse myself into a brand new HP book and so forth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That said, I couldn't continue this after all. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Needless to say, but I'm still gonna say it, I rejected Hana yori Dango that summer of 2007. I just couldn't fathom watching a badly-dubbed show in a television network I despised since forever. Its story being similar to Meteor Garden, which I worshipped to no end in my freshman year of high school, didn't help it one bit either. I thought watching it would be a betrayal to a series that I loved - I'm strangely loyal this way, you see.&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 figured, to hell with it. There's always a pirated DVD copy. WOOT. Harry Potter's gone, and I'm starting college, and I have nothing else to do, I wouldn't lose anything if I tried it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To that, I was dead wrong. I did lose something: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My sanity.&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 20 minutes ago, all of it ended. I'm back with nothing else to do. NOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;XDXDXD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It gave me lots of things to cherish forever. It introduced me to five guys that I would love forever, or up until I find another brand of addiction, haha. It made me understand a people that I didn't like since grade school..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Truly, it has been a great, unforgettable journey, but in life, we do have to say goodbyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Go&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hanazawa Rui&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;Oops. Super minor spoiler there, XD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To all the people responsible for this madness, este, Hana yori Dango,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hana yori Dango 2: Returns&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hana yori Dango Final&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, from the bottom of my (again, broken, but happily broken) heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now it's time for me to properly let them go; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Akira&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soujirou&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rui&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Domyouji&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makino&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;Just that, let me cry for a while..&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/wink.png"&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/15396598-5882194222732520540?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/5882194222732520540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=5882194222732520540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/5882194222732520540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/5882194222732520540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-survived-harry-potter.html' title='I have survived Harry Potter...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-4054659059466460294</id><published>2008-11-05T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T22:31:27.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why my world right now is unfair:</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My TK buddy senpai who's in South Korea right now as a scholar has seen &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kim Jeong Hoon&lt;/span&gt; in person. Not that I like him better than &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joo Ji Hoon&lt;/span&gt; aka Prince Gian aka Prince Shin, but he still is Prince Troy aka Prince Yool after all... XD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She has also seen that handsome guy from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Girl&lt;/span&gt;. Judging from my taste, it was probably &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lee Dong Wook&lt;/span&gt; aka Julian aka Gong Chan. It just occurred to me now that she might have been referring to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lee Jun Ki&lt;/span&gt; aka Nico aka Jun Woo. Nevertheless, My Girl rocks so... yeah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li 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;Also, she would most likely go to Japan late this month for a vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Despite sacrificing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bio 11&lt;/span&gt; and pushing through with what I got through CRS, I am still not validated, thus, not enrolled yet. I'm not sure if I'd be glad that our adviser is chatty and all that. =') Still, he's still okay, okayer than what others have gotten.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The girl my best friend lent my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arashi &lt;/span&gt;DVD to had her vacation in Japan just this sembreak. Seriously. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; XD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Despite it all, I still think I got it better than most people. But I've learned from a while back from a friend that it's no use to compare one's fate to others because people have different coping mechanisms and such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I tend to get depressed over things quickly. Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank God for family, prends, and Arashi.&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/wink.png"&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/15396598-4054659059466460294?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/4054659059466460294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=4054659059466460294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/4054659059466460294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/4054659059466460294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-my-world-right-now-is-unfair.html' title='Why my world right now is unfair:'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-4821772492948897419</id><published>2008-10-30T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:40:01.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A week-long marathon of sorts of Mago Mago Arashi, especially the Arashi no Totsugeki ones, wherein Arashi members make dinner for children whilst the latter's parents enjoy a once in a blue moon date, made me rush to the supermarket just an hour ago to refurbish our kitchen with Japanese foodstuff that I intend to "cook" tomorrow for lunch. Ha!&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;And I don't even cook. Well, if you count my attempt to do decent instant noodles, instant pancit canton, hotdogs, fried eggs, and scrambled eggs, then I do, actually. I did "make" carbonara last summer though, to stall myself from studying for a Math 17 exam, following my friend Thea's recipe off the top of my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But tomorrow is serious business. I will cook the entire lunch and my father wouldn't be able to stop me. I  shan't ask help from anyone, unless I accidentally set our house on fire or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Making korokke and miso soup would be safe, I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ashita, ganbarimasu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah, the things Arashi inspire me to do... Getting an uno in Hapon 10 added fuel to the fire too.&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/wink.png"&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/15396598-4821772492948897419?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/4821772492948897419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=4821772492948897419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/4821772492948897419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/4821772492948897419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/10/beautiful-days.html' title='Beautiful days...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-1029784119358783420</id><published>2008-10-28T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T15:29:50.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were not raised to express how we feel. How we truly feel. Blame my parents on my boring cheverness in conversations and such.&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;&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;I opened my playlist on Windows Media Player, hoping that this one song currently stuck in my mind would play randomly so I could sing to it. I know this is bothersome as I could've just clicked it so it would've played... But I like it when a song I want to hear just randomly pops out of the speakers.&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 stupid, I know.&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;But I sort of believe in signs and such, so, yeah, I hope this would've explained it. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhoos, 'Kaze' played. And well, it made me feel how I truly feel. And no, it's not about my big love for Arashi, or even my utter hatred for the Twilight series. Really, those feelings have let themselves known to me since forever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Kaze' was the one song my stuck-in-her-era mum liked to hear in my almost all-Japanese, Arashi-dominated playlist - or so she said. I had always played my music loud enough for even our neighbors to hear, with the hidden agenda of promoting Japanese culture per se. Hurrah, the Japanese government should pay me up!&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/thumbs_up.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;With the way things are now, what with only my father, older younger brother, and me in the house (well, we have our grandmum's housekeeper and her daughter too), certainly, it's peaceful. No one barks at us when mess is everywhere. No one fights with my other brother for the other computer. No one is even here to spray the contents of fire extinguisher at us, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss my mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss our youngest brother.&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 shall not say these because they are too corny and cheesy and uncomfortable and because we're raised this way.&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/15396598-1029784119358783420?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/1029784119358783420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=1029784119358783420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/1029784119358783420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/1029784119358783420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/10/wind.html' title='Wind'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-7771007664499645348</id><published>2008-10-27T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:16:58.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HBO, gah~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Potek. Mukhang hindi na naman ako makarerecover sa HP fever na ito.&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;Kanina pa'ko emotional wreck, which started from seeing the OOTP movie for the third time. No matter how choppy and bad it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At ngayun-ngayon lang, pinatulan ko na rin ung bagong trailer ng HBP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SHET. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;'s "I AM the chosen one."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daniel Radcliffe&lt;/span&gt;, I so wish you still hold my heart right now. Take me away from this stormy madness...&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;Oh well, you can just tug at it while I have you saying that line on repeat. On &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt;. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't you just love scenes that involve papers getting hit at someone's airy head? I could watch them forever.&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;Nakow, I so hate &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warner Bros.&lt;/span&gt; for delaying all the fun Potter fans have anticipated since last year. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naman, bakit?!&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;Grr...&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/15396598-7771007664499645348?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/7771007664499645348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=7771007664499645348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7771007664499645348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7771007664499645348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/10/hbo-gah.html' title='HBO, gah~'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-9008183958528226219</id><published>2008-10-27T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:18:23.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High School...</title><content type='html'>Gosh, why do I love it so?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, not the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Musical&lt;/span&gt;. Asa pa.&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;Go over &lt;a href="http://sallyga23.multiply.com/video/item/10/HALLELUJAH"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to find out.&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;Sally&lt;/span&gt; (where I got the pikachur below), &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Katrina Manalon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aby&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Belated Otanjoubi Maligaya!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eibisi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SQWG5goKCDQAAG3LLjY1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.eibisi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SQWG5goKCDQAAG3LLjY1/DSC02537.JPG?et=Pu%2BQOqsET2i4c61gBYx03w&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/15396598-9008183958528226219?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/9008183958528226219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=9008183958528226219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/9008183958528226219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/9008183958528226219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/10/high-school.html' title='High School...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-6882269612057250028</id><published>2008-10-26T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:10:04.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now...</title><content type='html'>Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In HBO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After about a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shet. I have to lay off Arashi for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XD&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/15396598-6882269612057250028?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/6882269612057250028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=6882269612057250028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/6882269612057250028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/6882269612057250028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/10/now.html' title='Now...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-7271779019144833515</id><published>2008-10-21T06:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T10:51:34.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These guys...</title><content type='html'>kill me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://a6.vox.com/6a00e398989306000300fad6b62e860005-pi"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My heart... XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pikchur from &lt;a href="http://ghol88.livejournal.com/22205.html?#cutid1"&gt;here&lt;/a&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/15396598-7271779019144833515?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/7271779019144833515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=7271779019144833515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7271779019144833515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7271779019144833515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/10/these-guys.html' title='These guys...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-4894597134357162530</id><published>2008-10-20T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T23:01:22.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break</title><content type='html'>Sumasakit na mga mata ko.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&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;Gusto kong matulog pero gusto ko pang mag-internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mahaba pa ang panahon... pero nauubos pa rin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/thumbs_down.png"&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;'pag may nagustuhan ako, nalulunod ako.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore, I shall not plurk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/star.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/star.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall stare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eibisi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SPybWwoKCDQAAHU2yBs1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.eibisi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SPybWwoKCDQAAHU2yBs1/wall.jpg?et=1MrN8WPuIP3M6K%2BU5AnpDQ&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waratte... &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&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/15396598-4894597134357162530?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/4894597134357162530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=4894597134357162530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/4894597134357162530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/4894597134357162530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/10/break.html' title='Break'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-2984523144587472764</id><published>2008-10-19T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T17:20:29.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hindi ako pinayagang lumabas ng bahay kaya magsesenti na lang ako. Haha.&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;Actually, since morning, I was alternating between &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arashi&lt;/span&gt; and Twilight. &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;Yes, THAT Twilight.&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;I decided to give it yet another shot, and this time, in its original, and legal form - the book. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nica&lt;/span&gt; was very supportive of my wish to understand the greatness behind the series so she lent me all four at once. Well, I pestered her with episodes of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maou&lt;/span&gt; so patas lang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;XDXDXD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So far, so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would never, I think, read an e-book again. It disrupts my reading habits. LOL. Nothing can ever defeat the purpose of binded papers, with text printed on them, covered in their actuality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ai potek, I'm reading an online version of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Chrysanthemum and the Sword &lt;/span&gt;by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ruth Benedict&lt;/span&gt;, a cultural anthropologist, pala. Grr... Pero no choice kasi I can't find a hardcopy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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;At this point in time, forgetting Japan is utterly impossible. I'm stuck real bad. I will find a way to control this obsession though, somehow, one way or the other, I fervently hope, but reading Benedict's "book" makes me fall even more deeply for the culture that enamors me to no end.&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;Why, oh why?&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;Ah, magpopost na lang ako ng mga pikchurs na ninakaw ko from people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eibisi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SPr25goKCDQAAHNFbWo1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.eibisi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SPr25goKCDQAAHNFbWo1/hyagotn.jpg?et=SyzsobHzpXPaxNR1ZqtfvA&amp;nmid=0" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No, I did not post this because Arashi's colors were depicted. LOL. Okay, I did (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sho&lt;/span&gt;'s pink represented by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elia&lt;/span&gt;'s malong!). To add, I'm so exceptionally cute on this one kaya, ayun. Kahit na &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trisha&lt;/span&gt; thought I was a maid one time kasi ang ganda ng mansion nila &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Noe&lt;/span&gt; (na venue ng &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TK Tambay Night&lt;/span&gt; na ito ng &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hyago&lt;/span&gt;) at kamusta naman ung suot ko. Got from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aki&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eibisi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SPryNwoKCDQAAFqt9Oo1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.eibisi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SPryNwoKCDQAAFqt9Oo1/manggagaling.jpg?et=J0pPWvFC6nG%2B97iktpHlrQ&amp;nmid=0" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nakaw mula kay &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sir Saguin&lt;/span&gt;, pikchur ng team namin nung &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Geog 1&lt;/span&gt; trip sa Mango Camp, Zambales, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Manggagaling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, before the race started. WOOT! Grabe, walang tatalo sa kagalingan ng aming grupo, XD. Well, we lost the over-all chever, pero, at least, napanood ko ang &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Very Special Love&lt;/span&gt; on the van ride home! Hahaha. At nakabili ako ng &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reese's&lt;/span&gt; after a long, long time; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twix &lt;/span&gt;din, kaso hindi na ganun ung lasa niya tulad ng dati. Or does this mean I finally moved on from it? LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eibisi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SPrzzAoKCDQAAA3MUoE1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.eibisi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SPrzzAoKCDQAAA3MUoE1/n18b.JPG?et=tMlz%2BT10bEvvWm6t%2C4uW6Q&amp;nmid=0" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Debut, este, bartdey celeb ni &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nikko&lt;/span&gt;, kung saan wala akong na-contribute sa pagpaplano o kung saan man. HAHAHA. Pero I faced the perilous storm alongside him and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ate Maan&lt;/span&gt; to bring the pasta to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thea&lt;/span&gt;'s condo, so, I made up for it, in a way. September 18 of this year would also be remembered as the day I officially became addicted to that Yellow Cab pizza that had shrimp on top. WOOT. Nakaw mula kay &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mika&lt;/span&gt; ata etong pikchur na 'to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eibisi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SPr11AoKCDQAAE83U801"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.eibisi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SPr11AoKCDQAAE83U801/jap10.jpg?et=ZG2WDQ9C48Srgb8F2bCaCA&amp;nmid=0" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/a&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;Jap 10&lt;/span&gt;. OMG, no flailing words are enough to explain the devotion I have for this class. Kahit na araw-araw akong late, keri pa rin. I was actually looking forward to make pasok every Tuesdays and Thursdays because of this. Klasmeyts, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weng-sensei&lt;/span&gt;, thinking I'm a persyir up to the last minute didn't add to the love. Nope. Didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eibisi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SPr38woKCDQAAA7j0P81"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.eibisi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SPr38woKCDQAAA7j0P81/jap10g1.jpg?et=hGll0ycpA5MKeBq8YrL%2C6A&amp;nmid=0" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hindi ako obsessed sa groupmates ko sa Hapon. Hindi. Hahaha. Although sinasamba ko si &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jumar&lt;/span&gt; at ang kanyang film powers. WOOHOO. Mamimiss ko ang "ITTAI NANI?!" ni &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lim-san&lt;/span&gt;, ang "Dame desu!" ni &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Noel&lt;/span&gt;, ang idiot board ni &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Piotr&lt;/span&gt;, ang ube ni Ma'am Aiba (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iva&lt;/span&gt; dapat 'yan pero masyado akong naaliw kasi when she called at home late at night to inform me we'd have a shoot the next day, my dad answered. The next day, he handed a paper to me where he had "AS Lobby, 9:00 am, Aiba" written. Weng-sensei pronounced her name as "Aiba" rin so I thought she was really named that. And Arashi has Aiba, so, 'nuff said. LOL), ang cheerleading ni &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;, ang camwhoring ni &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kriscelle&lt;/span&gt;, ang pagiging first leading man (ko) ni &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ryan&lt;/span&gt; in a movie... Hindi ko mamimiss si &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alexis-s&lt;/span&gt; kasi asa TK siya. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hontou ni, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hapon10islove&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;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&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/15396598-2984523144587472764?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/2984523144587472764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=2984523144587472764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/2984523144587472764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/2984523144587472764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/10/stolen.html' title='Stolen'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-3340855085437438441</id><published>2008-10-16T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:04:02.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm totally stalling</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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;font-weight: normal;"&gt;And no, it's not acads-related 'coz I'm FREE, FREE, FREE!!&lt;/span&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;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/beer.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/beer.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/beer.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;I don't know if I should watch episode 116 of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D no Arashi&lt;/span&gt; - the end of a wonderful, er, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;series&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;Sorry, I don't know on what category it belongs to... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Educational?&lt;/span&gt; Certainly on the first episodes and scatters of A no Arashi experiments and whatnot. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gag show?! &lt;/span&gt;HAHAHA. For sure, from start to finish, it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll settle on "cultural' then. Safe eh.&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything's cultural, yes.&lt;/span&gt; Same as how mathematicians would brand the world as full of numbers and such. And like how other professionals would accord the world with their specialty chevers.&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/wink.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;Now what happened with my getting off my fangirl tendencies here on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Multiply&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FAIL.&lt;/span&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;Seems I can't control them. Hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhoos, I super bonded with some of my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hapon 10&lt;/span&gt; classmates kanina when we were waiting to have nosebleeds, este for our turn in the oral exam portion of our Finals. We spent almost 4 hours of waiting time grueling ourselves on The F4 Era, our passion for the Japanese culture, anime/j-dorama theme songs, social science as a whole, hotness of Japanese guys, the recent 'issue" hovering over Ateneo and Peyups, and many more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Also got a chance to sign a dedication notebook! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wooh, ankulet! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOOH!!&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 tomorrow we finally get to see the fruits of our (well, our leader's) labor!! Kamusta naman kaya ang acting ko bilang religious person NA MAY LABLAYP NA OTAKU???&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;Not that I'm complaining. But still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yosh, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hapon10islove&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;Lately pala, people (classmates mostly) have been telling me they're surprised I'm not a first year college student. Hehehe. I'm getting all hyped up with that "praise" pero, SERYOSO BA SILA???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apparently, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weng-sensei&lt;/span&gt; thought I'm still in my first year as well. Second to the last day na nga and all at ayaw niya talagang maniwala na hindi ako persyir. In the end, she asked to see my I.D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&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-size: 32px;font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cake.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cake.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cake.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cake.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cake.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cake.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cake.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cake.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cake.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cake.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cake.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cake.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cake.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cake.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cake.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cake.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cake.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cake.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cake.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cake.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cake.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cake.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cake.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cake.png"&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;On another note:&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-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPI BASUDEI ROMAN-SENPAI!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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-size: small;"&gt;(Upang malaman ang edad ni senpai, bilangin ang slices ng cake. XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 32px;font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&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/15396598-3340855085437438441?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/3340855085437438441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=3340855085437438441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/3340855085437438441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/3340855085437438441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-totally-stalling.html' title='I&amp;#39;m totally stalling'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-4668883780563977067</id><published>2008-10-16T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T07:46:55.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like seriously...</title><content type='html'>... let this month end, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;img src="http://images.eibisi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SPZ-8goKCDQAABDkLhw1/flix3.jpg?et=HFd2GgJ5oThHEIwgy2efWg&amp;nmid=0" border="0" class="alignmiddleb"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jun &lt;/span&gt;would absolutely kill me.&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;* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nino&lt;/span&gt; is totally stolen from&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; juntoshi&lt;/span&gt;@blog43.fc2.&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/15396598-4668883780563977067?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/4668883780563977067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=4668883780563977067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/4668883780563977067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/4668883780563977067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/10/like-seriously.html' title='Like seriously...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-8012560712637605726</id><published>2008-10-12T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T12:02:29.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's at it again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And well, I'm not really complaining but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&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-style: italic;"&gt;Jun&lt;/span&gt;, ikaw pa rin ang ichiban ko. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pramis.&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;XDXDXD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Translated by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;capncosmo&lt;/span&gt;@LJ (WOOT!), from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seda&lt;/span&gt;, November 2008 issue:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&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-weight: bold;"&gt;If you can keep on believing, you can feel the possibilities of living, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to say to people a little younger than me, like the ones reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SEDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, it's better not to come at things from the negative. Like, saying "really?" instead of "no way!" might open your mind more. Of course it's fine to have your own opinions, but if you can become able to take in people's opinions and being moved by what they say, you'll find a lot of possibilities. I'm doing magic, but I also do guitar and bass, and doing a lot of things, even if in there are things that can't become your main thing, it builds up as experience points. After that, it's believing in the things you're doing. There's a feeling of, "When will I ever need to know Japanese History when I'm an adult?" and, now, I don't really think you'll suddenly be asked, "Who was the 2nd Tokugawa shogun again?" (smile), but the concentration and effort you put into studying, and your skill at solving problems, I think those will be useful to you. Even if you will never need to know Japanese History itself, you should be able to gain something from that. It's really believing in what you're doing. That way, I think you feel the possibilities of living... Hmm, I said something good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&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-style: italic;"&gt;Ninomiya Kazunari &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&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;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Idols are really great in my opinion. You really don't know if they're saying such things because it's their job to appeal to people to gain lots of moolah for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Johnny &lt;/span&gt;to spend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;XDXDXD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pero at the end of the day, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you just don't care&lt;/span&gt;. What's important is, what they've had said makes one tingle and be inspired to live, despite and inspite of. I've known what he said since I've begun to think of what's the point of studying &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Algebra&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ComSci&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Geom&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Intermediate Algebra&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ComSci&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Advanced Algebra&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trigo&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ComSci&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Calculus&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finite Math&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ComSci&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG-nakalimutan-ko-ung-tawag-sa-major-math-subject-namin-nung-fourth-year!&lt;/span&gt; back in hayskul - pero it's nice to remember thoughts I've had in the past so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, I love history so, yeah... XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pero was it really necessary to use "experience points?" Potek, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pokemon&lt;/span&gt; naaalala ko eh. LOL. Not that it's bad kasi I'm playing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diamond&lt;/span&gt; right now at medyo nabobore na'ko sa paulit-ulit na storyline ng Pokemon... Nino just inspired me to continue on and beat the redundant Elite Four (sabi kasi ng kapatid ko, Elite Four pa rin tawag sa mga kalaban, only they're *surprise surprise* even stronger!)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And yes, Nino, you've said something good. You've always said good things when you don't make iwas sa questions.&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/thumbs_up.png"&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/15396598-8012560712637605726?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/8012560712637605726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=8012560712637605726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/8012560712637605726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/8012560712637605726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/10/he-at-it-again.html' title='He&amp;#39;s at it again!'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-6064353565834518590</id><published>2008-10-12T05:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T09:37:39.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It takes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... a bestfriend and some Arashi to cure myself, somewhat, after all.&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;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.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;She, and I myself, was kind of surprised by the fact that I actually sent an S.O.S. message to her through e-mail containing my selfish thoughts on stuff and whatever. I sort of got really disappointed with myself upon sending it because I can't actually share things like that in person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At un nga ang isa sa mga goal ko sa buhay:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; To open up to actual people in actual life&lt;/span&gt;! YOSH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So un, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nica&lt;/span&gt; replied, and she pulled me from the depths of cheverness!&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/beer.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/beer.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/beer.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;Tapos because of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arashi&lt;/span&gt;, the cause of my depression now is how I'm not in Taiwan at the moment to bask my person in their glorious presence... WOOT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;XDXDXD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nakaloloka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pero mas nakababaliw ang &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kisarazu Cat's Eye&lt;/span&gt;. Habang pinapanood ko un, occasionally napapasok sa utak ko ang tanong na: "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bakit ko ba 'to pinapanood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" Kasi ganun talaga ang level ng kabangagan na maidudulot sa mga tao ng j-doramang ito. Pero, pero, grabe talaga. Effective against unwanted stress!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually, nakasestress din ung times na I had to make some sense into what I'm watching to make myself finish the series. But sense isn't really needed all the time right?&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;Sense = stress!&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;Mas mabuting hindi mo naiintindihan mga bagay-bagay para hindi mo pag-isipan! LOL. Tsaka when it comes to works and stuff, mas may WOW-factor naman talaga ang may high-level of randomness, kasi nga, hindi sila naiintindihan ng maigi.&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;That being typed, I'm not sure if I promoted Kisarazu well. HAHAHA. Parang siniraan ko pa siya... But NOOOOO...&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;It's one of the best j-doramas I've watched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Fuss-free and fun! At ganito naman talaga ang silbi ng entertainment, 'di ba?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kaya to hell with entertainment that makes 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;... ai teka, pa'no na ang &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maou&lt;/span&gt;?!  At works ni &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stephen King&lt;/span&gt;?? At &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;??? And so much more????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hehehe.&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/15396598-6064353565834518590?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/6064353565834518590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=6064353565834518590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/6064353565834518590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/6064353565834518590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-takes.html' title='It takes...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-2568969237649644467</id><published>2008-10-09T06:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T10:23:39.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baliw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When asked to rank what he values with respect to his time, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nino&lt;/span&gt; answered that he treats work, leisure, and love as all the same. For in order to enjoy leisure, one must work hard; and to work hard, love is needed. To add on, in order to be in a relationship, one must be good with work and leisure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kasi chever nga naman kung bum at hindi nagleleisure-ek ung lablayp mo 'di ba? (Pero keri lang, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at least may lablayp&lt;/span&gt;. XD &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Labo&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He went on with how few people can achieve that balance...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tell me, why does a person who doesn't know me had to remind me of this balance that I suck at?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wish ko lang this would remain in my mind. Pulos leisure kasi ako with regards to Chem 16. Magfafafinals tuloy ako.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At, loser much ako. I have to forget Japan na or else I'd go crazy.&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;United Kingdom&lt;/span&gt;, entice me again!&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;HAHAHAHA.&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;Kasalanan 'to ng &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Warner Bros&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;XDXDXD&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;*Many thanks to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;change417@LJ &lt;/span&gt;for translating Nino's answer from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Duet&lt;/span&gt;, October 2008 issue.&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/15396598-2568969237649644467?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/2568969237649644467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=2568969237649644467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/2568969237649644467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/2568969237649644467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/10/baliw.html' title='Baliw'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-6784628911877492881</id><published>2008-10-01T06:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:29:06.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sakit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bumili nanay ko ng keyboard, at mouse, para dito sa PC. Mabuhay! Hindi na problema ang problemadong T, Y, Tab, Capslock, Shift, Ctrl, at Backspace keys nung chever dati!!&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;Bakit kaya 'pag nagkakasakit ako, laging hindi seryoso? Sa puntong ito, seryoso = dengue, dengue, dengue. XD Ganito ba talaga kalakas resistensya ng mga taba ko?&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;Wooh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pero nung Sunday ng madaling araw, feeling ko talaga nasisiraan na'ko. Nagising ako ng mga 4:00 AM ata un tapos parang ung utak ko parang gears na out of control ung takbo. Hindi ko alam kung pa'no i-explain pero 'pag may inisip akong bagay (kahit gaano kababaw tulad ng "mababaw na mababaw," LABO) ung utak ko tatakbo ng tatakbo na hindi ko mapigilan tapos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Potek. Hindi na'ko mag-aattempt na i-explain kasi maski ako naguguluhan sa nangyari sa'kin nun. Pero may times within the 18 years of my existence, haha, na naeexperience ko nga ung 'phenomenon' na un.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Inisip ko na lang na hangover siya kahit na kaunti lang naman ung ininom kong alak sa, OMG, debut ni Trisha na 'na-attendan' ko dahil kinansela ung Sagada experience namin sana sa Anthro 185. &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;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/SOLeYgoKCDQAAGwd5Sg1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.eibisi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SOLeYgoKCDQAAGwd5Sg1/DSC04019.JPG?et=XpRAFHpzT4mwODyOEUDyng&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nakaw ang pikchur sa itaas mula kay Trisha! =')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At totoo pa lang hindi mo mapipigilan sarili mo 'pag nakainom ka ano? O ginagawa lang ba talagang rason ang alak sa ganitong mga bagay? In any case, potek, anlandi ko. HAHAHA.&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 bask in the depths of my geared up mind again. I shall never come out.&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;Panalo ang Ayala Museum. Ang ganda. Automatic ung faucets sa loo! May liquid soap na mabango at hindi pink! Mabuhay!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapos ang galing ng mga petrified puno. At ang raming ginto! Sana magaling na lang akong magnanakaw! At, at, may dinosaur poop! WOOT!!&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;Badtrip pa rin though, kasi siya ung pamalit sa Sagada. Peste. Haha. Hindi ko rin naappreciate ng todo kasi inaantok-antok ako throughout the tour. Ah, bad timing ung sakit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kailangan ko ng mag-aral...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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/15396598-6784628911877492881?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/6784628911877492881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=6784628911877492881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/6784628911877492881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/6784628911877492881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/10/sakit.html' title='Sakit'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-5813785045622657932</id><published>2008-09-23T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T17:52:07.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing...</title><content type='html'>I don't really get it. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/embarassed.png"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, how does one make his/her hips move?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it my fault that I can't?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or, for that matter, I wouldn't?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The shaaaaaaame..... &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/thumbs_down.png"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were forced to "aero dance" ourselves in P.E. class today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodness, I suck. I do, I really do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now if some guy named&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ohno&lt;/span&gt; would just teach me how... XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;HAPI BASUDEI &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TORISHAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/beer.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nalulungkot ako't mamimiss ko ang debut mo, pati na ung camwhoring sessions. TT-TT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But fieldwork needs me. And I need lots of fresh air to clear my mind off things. Wee...&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;Wala na muna pala akong selpon. Nababad kasi sa alcohol. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seryoso, ayaw na niya mag-open. Baka maayos din siya mamaya o wateber. I don't know. Pero basta as of the moment, hindi siya nag-o-on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ansaya ko 'no? LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wooh, ansayang walang nagriring na selpon!!! Freedom! LIBERTY!!!&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;Ayokong nasistress. Nawawala cuteness ko. &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;'di na'ko kyut. TT-TT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Potek, kaunti na lang. Kaunti na lang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;When will this end?&lt;/span&gt;&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mum&lt;/span&gt; got home nung Friday from about a month-long stay sa Mindanao. Surprisingly, hindi siya nag-flare up with the all-around mess sa bahay. She just went on cleaning stuff, and just asking for help every now and then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was surprised much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero I was surprised myself with how, and why, I did everything she asked me to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iba talaga nagagawa ng maayos na usapan. 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/15396598-5813785045622657932?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/5813785045622657932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=5813785045622657932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/5813785045622657932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/5813785045622657932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/09/dancing.html' title='Dancing...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-4007374335849616941</id><published>2008-09-19T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T04:18:03.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa linggong ito...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... ako'y haggard, umiyak, nag-camwhore, nakakain ng &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reese's&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twix&lt;/span&gt;!, nabasa ng katakut-takot na ulan, na-shock sa mga nangyayari, nag-be-breakdown, naiinis sa sarili, nag-po-procrastinate, nag-fangirl, nag-practicals sa Chem, magpapracticals pa uli sa Chem, nagkacram sa paper at...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... na-sexually harassed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;OMG. Hahaha.&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;Okay, sa totoo lang, hindi talaga nakatutuwa un pero chever. Hindi naman talaga na-chever, I think. Mukha lang. LOL. Basta. Labo ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pero masama pa rin un! Potah. Hehehe. Hindi lang naman masama kung si &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jun&lt;/span&gt; ang gumawa, so, un. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ganyan talaga 'pag may paper kang due mamaya tapos 'di mo napigilan sarili mo mag-internet tapos eto. Hai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bartdey ni &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nikko&lt;/span&gt; bespren kahapon. Sosyal ang ulan, peste. Hahaha. Masarap ung shrimp pizza-ek ng Yellow Cab! Wooh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Panalo ang game master mode ni &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nica&lt;/span&gt;. Wee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ayaw ko na... Ayaw ko na... TT-TT Bakit pa kasi ako tumanda? Potek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In other news, ung kantang narinig ko sa kotse ng kaibigan (WOOT) ni&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Raki&lt;/span&gt; dati na sinabi kong ireresearch ko kasi-maganda-pero-nakalimutan-ko-tapos-kanina-pinarinig-sa'kin-ni-Nikko ay si &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;David Archuleta &lt;/span&gt;pala ang kumanta!!! Grabe, sobrang, BOW DOWN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;ANG GANDA TALAGA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh 'di kaya dahil lang 'to sa ngayon lang ako uli nakarinig ng naiintindihan kong kanta after many months?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Japanese songs transcends understanding. Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;Narinig ko pala ung &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Very Special Love &lt;/span&gt;at English un, so, yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Speaking of, OMG, people, panoorin niyo ung A Very Special Love!!! Sobrang, waah, sun dance!!!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; John Lloyd&lt;/span&gt;!!! XDXDXD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ansaya palang makatanggap ng instant ramen. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&gt; Parang ung feeling 'pag kumakain kami ng Php25.00 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lucky Me! Pancit Canton&lt;/span&gt; sa MainLib. Pero wala ng Php25.00 na ganun. At, wala na rin si &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taka&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;Iisipin ko na lang na na-harass ako para dedma. Wahehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;Bakit anraming may bartdey ng September???&lt;/span&gt; TTT-TTT Dahil malamig 'pag December? ;')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ngayun-ngayon ko lang na-realize na uber cute pala ako sa piktyurs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Friday Club Aftermath, XD. Nakaw kay Luke:&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;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.eibisi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SNK1nQoKCDQAAEKdCOE1/shny038tu1.png?et=OauUuDwfYWKyhH%2BptSv01Q&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bartdey seleb ni Amy @ Eastwood. Nakaw mula kay Thea:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.eibisi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SNKyygoKCDQAAA5@uA01/Photo0071.jpg?et=IFaNBWRxYGH%2BjBtjvmuqRA&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bakit kaya? Sa antipara ata.&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;Speaking of, loser ako sa mga otoko na may megane. Peste. Bakit? TTT-TTT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah, naiinlab ako kay David Archuleta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ay kanina, este, kahapon pala, parehas kaming naka-brown nung crush ko. WEEEE... Grabe ang hot niya talaga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Grabe, dahil sa Arashi natuto na'kong gumamit ng 'hot.' &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.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;Konti na lang. Matatapos na...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Matatapos na ang buhay ko (revised version ng sinabi ng isang senpai kanina, LOL).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anthro 161, bakit anhirap mo? TT-TT Tinatalo mo pa powers ng Chem 16. XDXDXD&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;Okay, I shall make finish the paper na. Jaa!&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/15396598-4007374335849616941?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/4007374335849616941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=4007374335849616941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/4007374335849616941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/4007374335849616941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/09/sa-linggong-ito.html' title='Sa linggong ito...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-6686355693830944136</id><published>2008-09-08T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T19:32:17.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As expected...</title><content type='html'>... growing old can't be stopped.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elia-chan, K-chan, tanjoubi omedetou!!&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;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cake.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cocktail.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/present.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have reached a point where I'm feeling I have *finally* become a mature person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, you read it right! This person who is blogging Johnny's-ish is mature~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or so I'd like to think...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this the effect of having eyeglasses? &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/embarassed.png"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Past is past. From this day onwards, I'll keep moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's keep moving on towards the wind beyond! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&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/15396598-6686355693830944136?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/6686355693830944136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=6686355693830944136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/6686355693830944136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/6686355693830944136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/09/as-expected.html' title='As expected...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-4342033397004977693</id><published>2008-09-02T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:56:16.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kanina...</title><content type='html'>'di ko dinala ang selpon ko. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/phone.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lowbat at nawawala ang charger.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Masaya. Liberating!!! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/thumbs_up.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/thumbs_up.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/lightbulb.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/lightbulb.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/lightbulb.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sana 'di na lang naimbento mga selpon... &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kung puwede nga lang 'di magdala. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kaso makaaabala ako sa mga taong kailangan akong ikontak...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cup.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hay, mahirap maging in-demand! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cat.png"&gt;&lt;br&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/15396598-4342033397004977693?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/4342033397004977693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=4342033397004977693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/4342033397004977693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/4342033397004977693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/09/kanina.html' title='Kanina...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-4833425451093920486</id><published>2008-08-26T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:47:41.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothingness</title><content type='html'>Guys who watch romantic comedy films, not because someone forced them to, merit the highest respect a person like me could offer.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;father&lt;/span&gt; finished &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Tucker Must Die&lt;/span&gt; way before me. The 12-in-1 pirated DVD movie (Sorry if word order's wrong. Wala na'kong pake sa grammar. XD) I bought out of a whim, with the goal of educating myself of why romantic movies generally rule theaters everywhere, was just lying there atop our DVD player, when he, apparently bored, "leafed" through the whole thing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Must Love Dogs&lt;/span&gt; too. And that film of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reese Witherspoon&lt;/span&gt; where she was a doctor ghost or something. LOL. Pinatulan din niya ata ung &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elizabethtown&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nung pinanonood ko na ung "John Tucker...," he was doing a commentary of some sort. Of how the leading man was this sucker who... Yeah, he went on every few minutes or so. Not that I was annoyed or anything pero I was like mocking him for being that "interested" to actually put the CD inside the player.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was fun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I then bought the Volume I of that pirated series, mostly featuring films of that Hollywood star who leads &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Erin Brokovich&lt;/span&gt; (Grabe, 'di ko maalala ung pangalan. At, na naman, 'di ko maalala ung term for a "moment na one's mind stops... Oh,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt; MENTAL BLOCK&lt;/span&gt; XDXDXD). Hindi ko pa... SHET, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;JULIA ROBERTS&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WOOT!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyways, he checked out some of the flicks in that CD too and I could tell he was amused - that he watched it not because he wanted to decipher what goes on in his cute daughter's head, but because he just found them interesting, not bothering to care what that said daughter, and his wife and sons, would think of him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thus said, he knows &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lindsay Lohan&lt;/span&gt;. LOL. He and my older younger brother (Oo na, I suck. Magegets niyo naman eh.) were channel surfing kanina tapos he identified her sa HBO ba un, relating the story of said film to said brother. Even I didn't know it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just My Luck&lt;/span&gt;. Thought it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Herbie&lt;/span&gt; or whatever.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Guys, and gals, who act all high and mighty and brand these movies as chick flicks are about the vilest creatures on the planet. Or so I think. Oo, chick flicks sila and they're stupid and all, but seriously, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;WHY SO SERIOUS&lt;/span&gt;? People have to immerse themselves in shallow-mindedness every once in a while to stay sane in this insane world ano!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Therefore, I conclude that men like my dad and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moji&lt;/span&gt; can save the male population. Hahaha.&lt;br&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/15396598-4833425451093920486?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/4833425451093920486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=4833425451093920486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/4833425451093920486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/4833425451093920486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/08/nothingness.html' title='Nothingness'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-49562038814298527</id><published>2008-08-23T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T17:01:27.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Linking People</title><content type='html'>How Filipinos would rule the world, este, ensnare the hearts of some foreigners: &lt;a href="http://www.arabnews.com/?page=13&amp;section=0&amp;article=110923&amp;d=16&amp;m=6&amp;y=2008&amp;pix=kingdom.jpg&amp;category=Local%20Press"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why I love Anthropology, &lt;a href="http://opinion.inquirer.net/columnist/?colid=738"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&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/15396598-49562038814298527?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/49562038814298527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=49562038814298527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/49562038814298527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/49562038814298527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/08/linking-people.html' title='Linking People'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-8963144430172696758</id><published>2008-08-22T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T03:37:49.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never was into sports...</title><content type='html'>But because of:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That super great, albeit, anomalous, opening&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elia&lt;/span&gt;'s regular updates&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phelps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stacchiotti&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That clip  I caught  sa RPN on an emotional Filipino long jumper who got interviewed by, um, an interviewer&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kaze no Mukou E&lt;/span&gt; ("Towards the wind beyond")&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And &lt;a href="http://ghol88.livejournal.com/14805.html#cutid1"&gt;this report&lt;/a&gt; which I so hold in high regard... (May link ung 'this report,' LOL)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Truly, the Beijing Olympics is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Parang gusto ko na tuloy mag-aral mag-Mandarin. XDXDXD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Usain Bolt&lt;/span&gt;, me hearts you!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So much for having an LJ account! Hehe...&lt;br&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/15396598-8963144430172696758?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/8963144430172696758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=8963144430172696758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/8963144430172696758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/8963144430172696758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/08/never-was-into-sports.html' title='Never was into sports...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-3550087555229421347</id><published>2008-08-20T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:53:13.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'd like to think I still have a life outside&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Arashi&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;... Yes, actually, as a matter of fact, I do!!! Really! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;I think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;XDXDXD&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, in lieu of this predicament, I'm giving up on...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, not the internet.&lt;/span&gt; There's no way I'm giving up the internet! I'll die and starve to death!!! (OMG, wrong grammar much but I don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;caaaaaaaaaaaare&lt;/span&gt;!!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyhoos, I'm giving up on my vow to not sign up for a LiveJournal account. Actually I gave up two days ago, in order to read an NC-17 chapter of may be the best fanfiction for me, regarding Arashi love (With females, friends. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With females.&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, I AM NOT THAT INNOCENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; *bows* "Oops, I did it again. I played with," yeah, stop me, won't you? LOL.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now I know this is not saying much as I don't really read any fanfiction of sorts, but, yeah. It's that great. ='P&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm kind of considering changing the address to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fangirlabychu&lt;/span&gt;@LJ from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;abychu&lt;/span&gt;@LJ. But all has been typed and done. It's too late to start pretending that a huge part of "abychu" isn't a fangirl anymore.&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And so that's it. I use LiveJournal as well. May I refrain from mentioning my fangirl tendencies here and make buhos everything there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Good luck to me. WOOT!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just because I'm declaring myself now a full blown pedophile...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 311px;height: 230px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/twistedhalo04/pic/0007rtwp" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isn't Luxembourg great?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who'd hate Luxembourg?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Teka, anong language sa Luxembourg? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;Italian?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;May be, nature's telling me to learn to swim through the Olympics. Phelps then, and now, Stacchiotti. Then again, I'll need saving once in a while with them around, hehehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yes, I'm watching the Olympics because of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sakurai Sho&lt;/span&gt;. He's the main caster on the event for NTV, a TV channel sa Japan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG, I fail at restraining myself!&lt;/span&gt; Sorry LJ account! *shameless pimping* &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;='P&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And now I leave you with this, a quote from the man himself, translated by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sumoboy&lt;/span&gt;@LJ:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyday I live life to 120%. Someone please stop me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sho is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;, ne?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&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/15396598-3550087555229421347?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/3550087555229421347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=3550087555229421347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/3550087555229421347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/3550087555229421347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/08/friends.html' title='Friends...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-5401785014604664368</id><published>2008-08-17T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:24:42.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM ALIVE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After almost 3 hours of grueling cheverness, we reached the summit of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mt. Arayat&lt;/span&gt;! WOOT!!! And more WOOT pa kasi 4 hours ang tagal nun sabi nung guide. Ganun kami kagaling, XD.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hindi masaya mamundok. Mas lalong hindi masaya bumaba. Lalo na't umulan buong kagabi + madaling araw. Kaninang umaga kasi namin tinahak ang Arayat.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Andami kong scratches. At kagat ng kung anu-ano. May nakita pa kaming asul na langgam ala &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Bug's Life&lt;/span&gt; ba un?! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mojacko&lt;/span&gt;! XDXDXD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Marami kami nung una eh. Pero sa mundong ito, may dalawang grupo ng tao: Ung mga mahihina, at ung malalakas ang loob. No question kung saan ako kabilang! LOL. Bonus pa ung pagiging kyut ko kaya, WOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Piktyurs will be stolen and posted here if they're available na from all over. Pero onti lang sila kasi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;kamusta naman mag-photo shoot sa madulas, maputik, thorny, and chever  na daanan 'di ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pero grabe, I'm so proud of myself na hindi ako sumuko nung halfway. There's something in me kasi na wants to make prove that I have this drive of not giving up despite my past-ek on the Judo team and whatnot.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;I'M SO PROUD!!! WOOOOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kawawa nga lang ung puti kong &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U.P.&lt;/span&gt; shirt at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MaSci&lt;/span&gt; kong jogging pants dahil brown na sila pareho. Ung rubber shoes ko rin! But keri lang kasi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;peyborit ko namang kulay ang tsokolate&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;XDXDXD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Speaking of, naubos ko na ung bigay sa'kin ni &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kyra&lt;/span&gt;! TTT-TTT&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyhoos, I made myself proud kaya super duper happiness. Much more kasi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I survived about 48 hours with no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arashi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. WOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nakatatakot though, ung fieldwork namin sa Sagada next month for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anthro 185&lt;/span&gt; (Introduction to Philippine Culture) naman. 3 DAYS. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 WHOLE DAYS!!!&lt;/span&gt; Eh mamatay-matay na nga ako/kami sa Mt. Arayat National Park kahapon at kanina dahil bukod sa pag-conquer ng Arayat, walang ibang significant na nangyari. Ung tipong nakapagbabago sa perspektibo mo sa mundo...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;... 'di tulad ng panonood ng kagaguhan ng Arashi... WOOOOOOOOT!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nga pala, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jun&lt;/span&gt; the fanboy is so much &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;! Kaya super appreciated niya/nila ang fans nila kasi adik din siya. Mainam! At he hugged his idol, sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VS Arashi&lt;/span&gt;. Now I know some would say na he's just taking advantage kasi bakla si Jun at lalaki ung idol niya. WATEBER. Basta fanboy siya at fangirl ako. All the more reason to love him!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;XDXDXD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Back to Arayat, ansarap mag-merry go-round!!! Kalaro pa namin ung mga batang lalaki run na adik sa palaka at tiktilaok ng manok at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zaido&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Masarap din ung itlog na maalat dun! Wee... Un pa pala, failure ung park na un dahil sa korupsyon, este, lack of funds kuno. Oo, judgmental ako! Haha. Pero basta, un. Kaya walang bilihan ng pasalubong (at sumegwey talaga ako ng ganito). Mabigat din ang bag ko kaya wala akong naiuwing bato for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raki&lt;/span&gt;. Sabi ko nga ung isang tree branch dun na ginagawang uling pero mahaba siya at 'di kasya sa bag ko. Kaya, gomen.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anrami palang kakilala ni &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Noe&lt;/span&gt; sa class namin. Batchmates niya sa UPIS. =') &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noe, adik ka raw!&lt;/span&gt; Nyahaha!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hankuul pala kasi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laya&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sandra&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Josh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jared&lt;/span&gt;, and I sort of bonded. Blockmates! Pati ung buong class with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dr, Castro&lt;/span&gt;, medyo na-bond. Kung 'di pa ba kami nakapag-bond with all those &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;cheesy videoke songs + gin pineapple + Red Horse + red wine + slippery, brown mud + mossy green rocks + uber deep/shallow convo + everything else&lt;/span&gt;, aba eh, ewan ko na lang. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To summarize: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOOT, WE CONQUERED ARAYAT-SAN!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But I'd probably never climb on any mountain again. Traumatizing. Hehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Life is good. Yeah.&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/15396598-5401785014604664368?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/5401785014604664368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=5401785014604664368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/5401785014604664368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/5401785014604664368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-alive_17.html' title='I AM ALIVE!!'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-2911900759001280416</id><published>2008-08-15T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T00:44:46.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabi na nga...</title><content type='html'>... pangontra sa pag-iyak ang pagkaantok. Dapat pala palagi akong inaantok.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kyra&lt;/span&gt;, mabuhay ka! &lt;/span&gt;I shall fangirl you too!! Hehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kaso, wala akong kuwentang chever. Can't express things properly. Kaya, ayun, chever.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;XDXDXD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Inaantok na'ko.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ayokong mag-inuman sessions, este, fieldwork pala. Yeah right. LOL. Magaling naman talaga ang assistan dean ng CSSP. Woot.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Late kong mapanonood ang 7th episode ng &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maou&lt;/span&gt;. At na-spoil na'ko. TTT-TTT&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Alam kong hindi 'to mababasa ni &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ate Jamie&lt;/span&gt;, kaya, ano. Basta. Sana hindi niya iwanan ang fandom. Un lang. =')&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mukhang hindi ko na ipupursue ang medicine. Alam kong kaya ko naman (yeah right, HAHAHA) pero, gusto kong karirin mag-Nihongo. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;TTT-TTT&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So para saan pa ang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Math 17&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chem 16&lt;/span&gt; units (Oo, papasa ako sa Chem, I can feel it!)? Experience?! Hehehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I shall still take &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bio 11 &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt; though. Para safe at holistic ang aking development! Magaling ako eh. Yosh!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I reported on Japanese idols yesterday sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hapon 10&lt;/span&gt; class ko. Grabe, all the hard work paid off! Well, hindi naman talaga mahirap, pero, mahirap! Labo, tsk.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I feel I did justice on bridging an aspect of Japan's culture to the Philippines' though. So yeah, magaling ako. Yes!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Athena&lt;/span&gt; made pahiram of her short skirt yesterday. Perstaym kong magpalda ('di kasama school uniforms! ='P). Wala pa'kong copy ng pics ko eh. Vain, yes. Surely I shall post them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Naawa lang ako kay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trisha&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Luke&lt;/span&gt; at Athena kasi they made efforts to instruct me on how to camwhore, gravure style. I just can't. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The day I can though, would mark every single calendar in the world. Wee...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nasabi ko na bang may official crush na'ko na hindi Hapon/celebrity? XDXDXD And he fits into everything I like in an actual person (and by this, I mean, ung talagang nakasasalamuha ko as of the moment): Chinese, payat, matangkad, mayabang, pilosopo, and, HOPEFULLY, older than me. Hehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yes. I'm THIS proud. Na-announce ko na personally sa TK at kay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nica&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nialyn&lt;/span&gt;. LOL.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to kill &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Warner Bros&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Kung tapos na, bakit next year pa? Walangya.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Give us Potter this November!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Perstaym namin ni Kyra malibot ang U.P. Campus. Literal na libot. Walang vehicles involved, kapal ng mukha lang. XDXDXD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We are great.&lt;/span&gt; ;')&lt;br&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/15396598-2911900759001280416?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/2911900759001280416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=2911900759001280416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/2911900759001280416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/2911900759001280416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/08/sabi-na-nga.html' title='Sabi na nga...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-3713454249424092144</id><published>2008-08-15T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T00:02:01.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natsu kara, tag-desu</title><content type='html'>RULE:&lt;br&gt;List ALL the names you were called by and the people/person who called you that. Tag at least 5 members of your contacts and give a comment on their site for them to know they've been tagged.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hindi ko maalala lahat. TT-TT&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abby&lt;/span&gt; - Since the beginning of time. Pamilya, mga kaibigan noong nursery, kinder, greydskul, at early days of hayskul hanggang sa pinauso ni &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daryll&lt;/span&gt; ang...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AbyChu&lt;/span&gt;! - *in a very deep voice* XDXDXD Pumatok naman. LOL. Nung una badtrip ako kasi ampanget. Hehe. Based sa nick ko at last name, tapos adik kami sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pokemon&lt;/span&gt; kaya ganyan, I think.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt; - Pang-asar. Mga gurong hindi ako masyadong kilala...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bea&lt;/span&gt; - Mas lalong pang-asar. Chem 16  Lab instructor namin.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beatriz&lt;/span&gt; - TTT-TTT&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chua&lt;/span&gt; - Mga pa-astig na people. Woot.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siopao&lt;/span&gt; - Ng aking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ama&lt;/span&gt;. 'pag nagpapagupit ako ng maigsi. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tabby&lt;/span&gt; - Fusion ng "aTe" at "Abby." Ng mga kapatid kong tamad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ABC&lt;/span&gt; - Initials ko. Nung greydskul sa Siena. Hindi pumatok. *fail*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taichou&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ramen Raidas&lt;/span&gt;. At mga senpai na nantitrip. Wee...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taich&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;. Tinamad idagdag ang "ou."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abby-senpai&lt;/span&gt; - TK apps ngayon, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hyago&lt;/span&gt;. ;')&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*insert current crush here* - Pantawag pansin 'pag nag-iinarte o bingi mode ako. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nakababadtrip ang LRT 2. Nagsasara 'pag umuulan. Kamusta naman un.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ngayon alam ko na kung ano itsura ng UST 'pag binabaha. It's the worst. TT-TT&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pinababa pa kami nung unang jeep na nasakyan ko sa Cubao to Quiapo..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hindi ko napasalamatan ung driver ng pangalawang jeep na tinahak ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;España Sea&lt;/span&gt; para sa mga pasahero niyang hapung-hapo na. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;Astig si manong! &lt;/span&gt;Kaso inaantok na'ko at nakalimutan kong magpasalamat... Pagpalain nawa siya at ang mga taong tulad niya. =')&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Masaya ang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TK Buddy Week&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kyra&lt;/span&gt; rocks!!! WOOT!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NANALO KAMI SA PISHBOL EATING CONTEST!!!&lt;/span&gt; (Pero mukhang mali ang bilang ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MemCom&lt;/span&gt;, naka-6 orders ako ng pishbol tapos si Kyra, 7 ata. 16 pishbols per order... But we still won, MABUHAY!!!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'di ko pa binabasa chocolate letter niya. Hehe. Bukas na.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;Kyra, ganbarimashou!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;May inuman/karaoke sessions, este, fieldtrip na nagpapanggap na fieldwork (excuse ni &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dr. Castro&lt;/span&gt;) XDXD kami bukas. Obernayt. 2 days. Magha-hiking kami. Summit ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arayat-san&lt;/span&gt;. Mang-iinterbyu ng folk. Chever.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2 days of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arashi&lt;/span&gt;. Would I survive? XDXDXD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On second thought, I shall read the tegami na. Hehe.&lt;br&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/15396598-3713454249424092144?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/3713454249424092144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=3713454249424092144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/3713454249424092144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/3713454249424092144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/08/natsu-kara-tag-desu_15.html' title='Natsu kara, tag-desu'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-7097988939244811835</id><published>2008-08-11T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:08:24.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... car talk causes migraine to Abby's already sick head. Good thing it seems to patch things up between my parents, so, in a way, she's thankful.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Too lazy today, just posting pics she stalked and stole from others. XD&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eibisi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SKA24AoKCDQAAFqvbuU1"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 255px;height: 340px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.eibisi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SKA24AoKCDQAAFqvbuU1/DSC02391.JPG?et=SEWl9C8H8yMg0XnqHPPpvA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://eibisi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SKA24AoKCDQAAFqvbuU1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://eibisi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SKA24AoKCDQAAFqvbuU1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://eibisi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SKA24AoKCDQAAFqvbuU1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://eibisi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SKA24AoKCDQAAFqvbuU1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;I told you I'm cute! ='P Potek, nawala na ung third person effect! HAHAHA. Taken by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trisha Torga &lt;/span&gt;sa Interactive Exhibit ng TK, last last week sa Japan, este, Diliman Gender Office. Ambisyosa, XD.&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://eibisi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SKA24AoKCDQAAFqvbuU1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://eibisi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SKA24AoKCDQAAFqvbuU1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kasama ko naman rito sina K at Edrick-senpai.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://eibisi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SKA24AoKCDQAAFqvbuU1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://eibisi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SKA3cgoKCDQAAG@RIL81"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 251px;height: 334px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.eibisi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SKA3cgoKCDQAAG@RIL81/DSC02386.JPG?et=dWLtCxu3dLo1lntv%2Ck7vaA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://eibisi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SKA24AoKCDQAAFqvbuU1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dito, mga 1/4 ng Raidas? LOL. Ako, L, K, Luke, at Trisha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://eibisi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SKA5BQoKCDQAABhn2741"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.eibisi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SKA5BQoKCDQAABhn2741/DSC02431.JPG?et=kZFF3a5S0SVT%2BTrSrs7fYQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At dahil medyo pareho kami ng suot...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://eibisi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SKA3@goKCDQAAHZrbEg1"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 303px;height: 399px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.eibisi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SKA3@goKCDQAAHZrbEg1/j109.jpg?et=JCRwD%2Cqd3jfP4PXIN1YQEQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Taken during the days were Nino actually looked his own age! Yes, he's older than Jun. Hindi halata ano? XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Matsumiya dose from juntoshi@wordpress.&lt;br&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/15396598-7097988939244811835?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/7097988939244811835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=7097988939244811835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7097988939244811835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7097988939244811835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/08/too-much.html' title='Too much...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-3049444801400625636</id><published>2008-08-10T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T12:07:35.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to believe..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...is complex. That's why I shan't believe, I shall doubt.&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;This is what happens when I bore people. I shelter myself and become boring even more. Much more.&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 know how to do small talk. Big talks, even. I have refrained from chatting online for it makes me talkative, the trait that I know I should exemplify on personal contacts. I don't want to speak just because a mere electrical wire is serving as messenger of my chever thoughts and whatnot. But no, the power of technology is big. I was a slave of it. The effect still lingers on.&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 afraid I'm just seen as a shallow person or something. But I don't care. Life is a paradox and so is the previous quasi-sentence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Abby is not shallow. Abby is an earthenware jar: May labas, loob, at lalim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... I think. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wooh, go Dr. Covar and his anthropological exploits before venturing to what is U.P.'s Filipino Department!&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;Nica texted me something yesternight. And that was when I loved life again. XD I'm actually waiting for an update in her multips.&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;A certain group which I love/adore/idolize/worship XD to the highest extreme has released stuff that made me love life so much more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life is good.&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;What is going on with the Philippines?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mindanao as a state?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esperon talkshitting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pacquiao as flagbearer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Things are just getting worse by the minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The television shall not be viewed by me for a long time. It's depressing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And really, ano bang point nung paglipat ng Katipunan jeepney station?! Ginawa na ngang one-way ung acad oval, kaya nalelate ako. Tapos. Peste.&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;In other news, no words can explain the awesomeness that is the opening of the Beijing Olympics. Too bad advertisements rule our television culture.&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/15396598-3049444801400625636?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/3049444801400625636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=3049444801400625636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/3049444801400625636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/3049444801400625636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-to-believe.html' title='What to believe..'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-4867040835306725213</id><published>2008-08-02T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T23:06:10.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me...</title><content type='html'>is bangag.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pasensya na naloloka lang ako. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So kung may chever mang sinend ung Multiply re: new post dito (na wala namang laman, title lang), ignore. Na-eenter ko kasi lagi ng maraming beses. Feeling ko Tab key ung pinipindot ko to proceed sa message chever box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't supposed to... Thank God for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arashi&lt;/span&gt;. Yay!&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;Love Parade&lt;/span&gt; is a cheer-upper kahit walang nangyayaring love parade sa buhay ko ngayon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Putek, I love Arashi so much! Fangirl na talaga ako. And yes, I'm still doubting my being a fangirl, pero the past week proved me wrong. XDXDXD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Riida, ganbarimashou! =')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May preview ng &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Truth&lt;/span&gt; PV! Wala pang fansubs episode 5 ng &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maou&lt;/span&gt; dahil kahapon lang naman pinalabas sa Japan un. LOL. Hindi ko napanood VS Arashi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero, pero, I finished &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haikei, Chichiue-sama&lt;/span&gt;! After months of being busy with Chem 16! Haha, okay, exaggerated dahil medyo two months pa lang naman ang sem, pero, haha. Un. Basta Chem at ako, 'nuff said?&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;Ippei&lt;/span&gt;, I shall miss you. I shall miss you so much.&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;iTunes&lt;/span&gt; is making me sad. On shuffle siya and it's playing a sad song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually cried. Stopped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Failure.&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/15396598-4867040835306725213?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/4867040835306725213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=4867040835306725213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/4867040835306725213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/4867040835306725213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/08/me.html' title='Me...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-4812960224586985080</id><published>2008-08-02T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T22:52:11.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why so serious?</title><content type='html'>   &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/15396598-4812960224586985080?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/4812960224586985080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=4812960224586985080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/4812960224586985080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/4812960224586985080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-so-serious.html' title='Why so serious?'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/7347/640/Pic30.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
