<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:02:23.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simply me.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-3157036813448453925</id><published>2008-09-06T16:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T16:41:48.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS THIS BLOG AND ALL THE MEMORIES IN IT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I miss my Blogger. Maybe not the blog itself, but of course the memories compacted in this small Internet space I own-- or should I say, I owned before. This, for me, is my favorite blog. My maturity as a person was evident in my writings here. Because of this blog, people loved and hated me. Because of this blog, I became firm with my principles. Because of this blog, writing became my interest. More than a blog, this had served as a mirror of my individuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't come back to this blog. But maybe, just maybe, after another year and five months, I would again be posting an entry here. I promise, I would not neglect this blog. You don't want to break a mirror, do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-3157036813448453925?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/3157036813448453925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=3157036813448453925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/3157036813448453925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/3157036813448453925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-miss-this-blog-and-all-memories-in-it.html' title='I MISS THIS BLOG AND ALL THE MEMORIES IN IT'/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-117420536061488416</id><published>2007-03-18T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T17:09:20.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away&lt;br /&gt;Now it look as though they're here to stay&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I believe in yesterday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be&lt;br /&gt;There's a shadow hanging over me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yesterday came suddenly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why she had to go I don't know, she wouldn't say&lt;br /&gt;I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play&lt;br /&gt;Now I need a place to hide away&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I believe in yesterday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why she had to go I don't know, she wouldn't say&lt;br /&gt;I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play&lt;br /&gt;Now I need a place to hide away&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I believe in yesterday, hmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sitting in front of the computer, I remembered this song which was sung by Leanne during our Class Party in Laguna. With that I remembered myself as well, sitting just beside her, listening to each and every word of the lyrics. God, I loved it. I'm near to crying for no reason except because of the song. You should agree with me, shouldn't you? One way or another, I could relate to the song. And I believe, everyone could relate to it at one point of his/her life. God, it's so good. Emotional. Rich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Are you now convinced? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-117420536061488416?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/117420536061488416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=117420536061488416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/117420536061488416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/117420536061488416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2007/03/yesterday-yesterday-all-my-troubles.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-117102148877186814</id><published>2007-02-09T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T19:44:48.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hell ang Fourth Quarter. Kasi naman, tambak na sa requirements. At syempre, bilang isang ultimate crammer, wala pa kong nauumpisahan na project. Ayoko na isa-isahin pa. Kawawa ka naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Quarter Grades. Binigay yung card weeks ago. Ayun, bumaba ang Pinoy, Music at Biology ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay. Oo nga pala, nagovernight kami nina Maeka, Hera, Joh, Buban at Leanne sa Grand Boulevard Hotel nung 20 ata yun. Ang saya, sobra. Nagbaywalk pa kami courtesy of Joh's parents na pumunta pa dun para ihatid yung mga damit niya. Kasi naman, take note, nung night before ko lang plinano yun at the day itself lang sinabi sa kanila. Nice. Haha! FUN FUN FUN! Sana maulit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naganap nga rin pala ang Math and Science Olympiad. Team Punungbayan ako kasama ng dalawang First Year at ni Rona Po. Ang galing namin tsumamba! First Place kami sa Quiz bee at Overall Champion ng Olympiad. Toink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagkaroon nga pala ng malaking kaguluhan sa kada namin. At muntik na ngang mawala ang tinatawag na "Popperz". Pero salamat, naayos din. Iyon ay sa pamamagitan ng isang yakapan sa Yellow Cab. Oo, walang usap-usap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palihan kanina. Nagpunta kami sa Rizal. Ang saya, bitin nga lang. Nakipagsalamuha kami sa mga pamilya ng mangingisda. Sayang nga lang hindi pwedeng mamangka. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos na ko magpractical sa Speech. Debate. At ang motion namin, "THW rather change the government rather than change the lifestyle". Deputy PM ako. Ang hirap! Pati ang audience nahirapan. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige na, awat na. Haha! Paalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-117102148877186814?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/117102148877186814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=117102148877186814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/117102148877186814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/117102148877186814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2007/02/hell-ang-fourth-quarter.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-116911575020855474</id><published>2007-01-18T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T18:22:30.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This might be my last post for this blog. New blog, coming soon. Watch out. Ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday evening, I had a very sensible chat with Ikay. You know her? She was my best friend. Well I thought she was, but I realized she is still my best friend. In all honesty, I forgot how everything came to be like this, not until she refreshed my memories. And the next conversations were so funny. We realized how stupid we are for believing in our own "akala" without clearing each other first. We realized how our friendship was ruined by a shallow and another stupid chat. We ended laughing at our own stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;But then there was also the other side of the chat, which was, of course, the "drama" side. I asked her, "Pano mo ba masasabi na best friend mo ang isang tao?". She answered me with a reason or two. Then again, I realized, "Eh di ikaw yun!". So that was it, the other parts of the chat would be kept between the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;"You would only realize the worth of a person when she's gone" - Yes, there would be times you would get to compare your life with that person, and how you are still living (or should I say, dying?) wihout her. More often than not, in her presence, everything would just be "routinary" to you - that she's always there. Nothing more. Sometimes, with all uncontentment, you would try to look for other persons who you think could replace her. But no. Not until she's gone. When the time comes, you would get to realize that it is still different to be with her or to have her. Then, you would blame yourself for letting her go. And would hope that  your paths will meet again...someday.&lt;br /&gt;Iba pa rin 'pag orig! Ha-ha!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I have not been upadting this blog anymore since I'm really planning to have a new blog and another thing is that I was sick during the whole vacation and was confined in the hospital for eight days.&lt;br /&gt;It was the 4th day of January when, in the Emergency Room, the doctor uttered, "I-admit na po natin siya." So I was brought to my room (307) after my xray. That xray revealed that I have bronchopneumonia with pneumatocoele. "Pneumatocoele" is really dangerous and two very expensive 7-day antibiotics were needed to stop it from infecting my blood.&lt;br /&gt;Not just that, I got high fever (39-40 degrees) that won't go down even if I'm taking Paracetamol every four hours. I also had a terrible cough, which I already have for three months. The last would be my asthma which was just cured last Monday.&lt;br /&gt;But, with all mercy from above, 11th of January I was able to go home, but still, having my continuous intake of medicines.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;A heartfelt gratitude to all those who gave time to visit me in the hospital. Hera, Hedda, Dhanika, Kat, Ashley, Manuel, Tristel and Hazel, Tito Liit and family, Tita Icay and Tito Dennis, Tito Lake, Tita Alma, Ninang Beck, Ate Ligaya and Ate Bebe (also our neighbors), Tita Chang and husband, Tita Lani and husband.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to those who weren't able to visit but still showed so much concern. Kwik, Andie, Joh, Ikay, Pamie and her mother, Erika, Gemeile, the whole class of ii6, Ilena, Rona, STC Co-parents, Ate Lyn, Ate Princess, Maristians, Ms. Fronteras, Ms. Garcia, Ms. Tilaon.&lt;br /&gt;My most gratitude to Ashley's grandmother, BSD, Tita Mai, Tita Icay, Nanay (Lola), and my parents.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to those I haven't mentioned. Thank you SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;For ii6, I realized our section is still a class to be proud of. NO TO RESHUFFLING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-116911575020855474?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/116911575020855474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=116911575020855474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/116911575020855474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/116911575020855474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-might-be-my-last-post-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-116692863632919599</id><published>2006-12-24T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T10:50:36.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*This entry should have been posted yesterday. I was not able to finish it since someone who's really in a bad temper told me 'Meron bang hinihikang nag-iinternet?'. So, anger more than obedience rose in my very soul. At once, I turned off the monitor, the CPU, then the AVR. Yes, without shutting the computer down and all the programs still opened.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I survived that fucking asthma attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sickness started during the exam week. Hell. Wrong timing. Then, the day before yesterday was the biggest shock of all. I had fever, cough, colds, and worst, asthma. I drank and inhaled any means by which I could breathe properly. Finally, a really expensive nebule saved me from hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I also watched High School Musical. Before, I was actually an "anti" of that Disney Channel Original. But because of sheer boredom (since I cannot do any activity, even walking for just 10 meters) and the influence of my sister who's addicted to it, I tried to watch it. And I did. It is awesome, I tell you. I adore the director, Kenny- I believe it is not a joke to direct any movie of that kind. The theme of the movie was "starting something new". Music vs Sports, Music vs. Education/Intelligence. Can we not be two persons at a time? Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a reiteration and addition to a friend's entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The United Nations Universal Declaration of Human Rights, Article 19 #3 provides that:&lt;br /&gt;The exercise of the rights provided for in paragraph 2 of this article carries with it special duties and responsibilities. It may therefore be subject to certain restrictions, but these shall only be such as are provided by law and are necessary:&lt;br /&gt;(a) For respect of the rights or reputations of others;&lt;br /&gt;(b) For the protection of national security or of public order (ordre public), or of public health or morals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging is one way through which freedom of speech could be expressed. And it is also one huge space to advertise the abuse of freedom of speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is your blog- an online journal where you can actually put in everything. But, there's a really big difference between having the freedom to write and having such freedom with the attachment of your responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hammer your heads with the fact that billions of people could read it, and could be influenced by it. Unless you have a private blog, which could be visited by less than 10 persons only, you're forgivable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, in my previous blog, I became very abusive of that freedom, and that was the reason this second blog exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple advise: If you want to talk about any person you hate in your blog, why not do it diplomatically? Rather than saying bad words about him or destroying his reputation, just write about how you think you could help him change. Or, we have lots of means to have private conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not losing anything, anyway. In fact, you're gaining a lot with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirit of Christmas, where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times did I hear or read the line "I still can't feel the Christmas coming? (Hindi ko pa nararamdamang malapit na ang Pasko)"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also said that in my entry...until I realize...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi naman lalapit ang Pasko para magparamdam sa'tin. Hindi rin naman yun papasok sa mga utak natin para imulat o gisingin tayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't we make the move? We're just being preoccupied with our businesses. Why not do something extraordinary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share this with you. I have a friend whose birth date fell on the day before Christmas. She's now fifteen years old, and for the past years (including this year, I think), she would celebrate her birthday (and Christmas) with the less-prvileged children in their place. How could she do that? She would save her allowance by sacrificing her eating. Indeed, an heroic act!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's her birthday today, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TRISTEL! I am so much grateful to God for giving me such a friend (well, a best friend) like you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would go to Bulacan after three hours. Christmas spent there is always fulfilling. MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-116692863632919599?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/116692863632919599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=116692863632919599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/116692863632919599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/116692863632919599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-entry-should-have-been-posted_24.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-116659947626355811</id><published>2006-12-20T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T15:24:36.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pinoy exam was hard. Not as expected. Most of us, including myself, didn't review for it because we really thought it would be easy. But hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algeb exam. Average. On the other hand, we expected that this would be really really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People die because of assuming"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow, I'm going to buy gifts for my classmates, friends, teachers, and relatives. Ho-Ho-Ho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For a friend. First of all, we are not being killers of your joy...it's just that we don't want you to be involved again in such cases. Huwag mong sabihin na minsan ka na  nga lang magiging masaya sa buhay-HS mo. Okay sige, tama ka. Pero okay lang sana kung walang nangyari these past few weeks sa klase natin - sa karamihan ng mga kaklase natin, at lalung-lalo na sa adviser natin. Tama yung sinabi mong hindi ka namin naiintindihan. Hindi talaga. Hindi na talaga. Hindi ka pa ba nadadala? Hihintayin mo pa bang kuhanin yan at magkaro'n ng NF sa card? Wag na. Tama na. Tama na na involved ka sa dalawang kaso. If you think that's being cool, then we're telling you it's not. Hindi kami nagmamalinis o nagmamarunong, mahal ka lang talaga namin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ikaw pa ba yan? Hindi ka na namin kilala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, I tried to look back, wanting to refresh my memories of the past. My previous blog gave me what I want- being  footprints of the long journey. As I was reading my posts, feelings summoned up- both joys and sorrows. Later on, I realized how funny, foolish and stupid some of my posts were. Or if not, how cruel and wicked am I to my blog to rant in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then i noticed, most of my posts were about Ikay. Either happy experiences or shallow quarrels I had with her. I missed it. I missed her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way, the day before yesterday, I reread all the letters from my friends- those of which I kept in my cabinet and file case. I became teary-eyed. A lot of people I am terribly missing. 6-2 classmates, where the hell are all of you? Kimberly Flores, show up darling. Miss Brocoy, my only teacher who became really close to me. We still had communication in the early part of this year but not until she went to a place so far. Mrs. Opena, with her letter saying "Thank you for being my ever-responsible president..." written in front of an envelope, inside it was a rosary. The letter of my class adviser..."Hawak mo pa rin yan, Tin- you can still recover". Gemeile's reco letter. Ilena's reco letter. Ikay...your letters...the big card...the one with the revelation about him...the letter with the "khristine" given just this July. And lots more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will forever treasure those letters- so that someday I would remember that my life would never be that way without all of you. That once or twice, you became part of my being, and hopely, I became part of yours too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow's exams would be English and Religion. I would start reviewing after this. So now, good-bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-116659947626355811?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/116659947626355811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=116659947626355811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/116659947626355811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/116659947626355811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/12/pinoy-exam-was-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-116651913229293667</id><published>2006-12-19T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T17:05:32.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Why can't I hate you? Tell me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology and Social Science were the exams a while ago. God, why'd you give me a headache?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math and Filipino are up for tomorrow...next in line to give me another headche. Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics of You Got It All - revived by MYMP &lt;strong&gt;(for YOU)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I was a game he would play&lt;br /&gt;He brought the clouds to my day&lt;br /&gt;Then like a ray of light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You came my way one night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one look and I knew&lt;br /&gt;You would make everything clear&lt;br /&gt;Make all the clouds disappear&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you know, don’t you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got it all over him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You got me over him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey it’s true&lt;br /&gt;There’s just you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You must have been heaven sent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hearing me call you went&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out on a limb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you’re all that he’s not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look what I got&lt;br /&gt;Cause you got it all&lt;br /&gt;Over him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No, don’t let him worry you so&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I met you I let go&lt;br /&gt;Oh you can surely see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You’re so much more to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one look and I knew&lt;br /&gt;You would make everything clear&lt;br /&gt;Make all the clouds disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You’re better than all the rest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who do I love the best&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you know, don’t you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got it all over him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You got me over him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey it’s true&lt;br /&gt;There’s just you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You must have been heaven sent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hearing me call you went&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out on a limb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you’re all that he’s not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look what I got&lt;br /&gt;Cause you got it all&lt;br /&gt;All over him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-116651913229293667?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/116651913229293667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=116651913229293667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/116651913229293667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/116651913229293667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-cant-i-hate-you-tell-me.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-116625545711568356</id><published>2006-12-16T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T15:50:57.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" I cried because I had no shoes...until I saw a man with no feet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conscience moved me when I read that. Why do I always ask for more? Why is it that everytime people praise me, I would always hammer their heads with the thought that it is not happy to be in my place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even remember a time seeing myself sincerely thanking God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never know. You might wake up one day with nothing but loneliness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-116625545711568356?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/116625545711568356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=116625545711568356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/116625545711568356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/116625545711568356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-cried-because-i-had-no-shoes.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-116619730933840357</id><published>2006-12-15T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T15:40:30.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got random thoughts. So, bare with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are up next week. And since I made a terrible performance this quarter (I mean it), I need to do well in the exams, or should I say do really GREAT. Maybe a miracle? Most of my requirements were passed in late submission dates. My quizzes are balancing themselves from low to average ones. My long tests/mastrey tests sucked as well. Again, I mean it. I really don't know why I just woke up one morning seeing myself as a careless, lazy and an i-dont-care-about-school student. I guess God heard me when I said, "Hindi kaya masarap maging matalino. I'd rather be someone talented than an intelligent one." I admit I said that seriously, but no, I don't want God to take it seriously. If He exists- I know He does. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know. I am a no appreciative girl when it comes to my own self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused. My mind is set to be studious, but my body pushes me to be indolent. Can't you get me? I bring my books and notebooks at home...but I cannot seem to open a single page of those. I begin and end up wih just plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me now. I have lots to do, you know. But still, I'm sitting here, allowing my fingers to type nonsense things, which is nothing but a waste of time. No, not really. Ha-Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big deal? For you, hell no. For me? VERY BIG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is something I am proud of at this very moment, it is the realization that only few people could cry in front of strangers...and I am one of those. I had experienced crying while standing still on a street where hundreds of vehicles pass by every minute. And it was just hours ago when history repeated itself. No, not on a street, but in a very unfamiliar food chain named Jollibee (sarcasm). Everyone was staring at me with pitiful eyes. I was also looking at them with eyes saying at the back of my mind, &lt;em&gt;"Baka lumilipad na yung chickenjoy niyo!".&lt;/em&gt; No, kidding. I was with my mother and my sister- and one of those two was the reason for my i-am-not-shameful act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, before this year ends, I would make a list of promises &lt;s&gt;made to be broken. &lt;/s&gt;Yes, close to a New Year's Resolution. I would reborn myself and relive my life...starting from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a favorite teacher: Ms. Garcia. She's so GREAATT. I love her. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is fast-approaching. I haven't bought any gift yet. In fact, I can't really feel the season coming. But ugh, I badly need a vacation. N-O-W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, regarding my first paragraph, someone help me please? I need nothing but inspiration. Dhanika already volunteered to be my talking reminder notebook. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm saying good-bye to this blog anytime this December or January. Speaking of my blog, I'm sorry for not updating this rotten site that much. I'm lacking time. I have not read books as well. I hate it, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized a while ago that...I want to be close to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END. This entry is so unorganized and lame. No time to fix it. Got to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-116619730933840357?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/116619730933840357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=116619730933840357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/116619730933840357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/116619730933840357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-got-random-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-116499748932573020</id><published>2006-12-02T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T02:24:49.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>December 2, 2006&lt;br /&gt;2:08 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you're used to hearing (or should I say, reading), yet again, I have been piled up of things to do. And you guessed it right, I haven't done any such shit among those. Learn how to prioritize. Yes, internet is my priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooo, children, don't imitate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I would like to share with you my experience during our interaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was November 27, Monday, when we had our interaction with the Maristians. Getting-to-know-you activities. Class Profile (their video rocks!). Games. Interaction Activities. Snacks. Intermission Numbers (at kay lamig pa ng bituin...go jeijei!). And all that stuff. It was just a four-hour interaction yet the effects lasted until now...hangover, at least for my classmates only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, we've been chatting and texting til God knows what time. So I lied when I said "at least for my classmates only". Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nooo, don't get me wrong, that's mere keeping in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I edited my Friendster profile and I visited the Multiply of the very pretty Ilena. Wag na ideny. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:25 am (This is the first time I made an entry in less than 20 minutes.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-116499748932573020?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/116499748932573020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=116499748932573020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/116499748932573020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/116499748932573020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/12/december-2-2006-208-am-as-youre-used.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-116487944541639966</id><published>2006-11-30T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T17:37:25.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have no idea what to write about. Writer's block. But not until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually surprised when, during our interaction with the Maristians, my friends introduced me to their partners. No, not by the fact that I was introduced to them, I care less about that. But the words they used..."Si Tin, best friend ko."..."Yan si Tin. Yan yung pinakakaclose ko ever."...and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt ashamed of myself because of the reality that they consider me their best friend, and yet, here I am, considering them as just close friends or less, just peers. Though, I know, or at least hope, they understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't just let forever be the way it is. To you who made me realized that you have already moved on, and so I could move on as well, thank you. I want you to know that I'm more than happy that you found them, those people who I know is worthy of you, more than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then now, welcome best friends! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-116487944541639966?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/116487944541639966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=116487944541639966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/116487944541639966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/116487944541639966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-have-no-idea-what-to-write-about.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-116401924568497742</id><published>2006-11-20T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T18:56:49.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This post &lt;em&gt;should be&lt;/em&gt; special as it is my 100th entry in Blogger. And it will be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE ULTIMATE SECRET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Who told you being a teenager is easy? Who told you it is simply being a happy-go-lucky? Who told you it is just a snap of life? Well, sue them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Identity crisis. It is so confusing when you seem to be different persons at home and in school. Like I do. At home, I am a hellish sister/daughter. But in school, yeah, at times like that, but more often than not, I go well with my classmates, teachers, and schoolmates. So what's the matter? It isn't an abnormality, or at least for those who can understand. But for some, they tend to compare. As if they never experienced that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would probably agree with you if you consider me as the most moody person on earth. And I admit it, it's not mere moodiness, but moodiness of extremes. If I am in good mood, forgive my corny jokes, my insulting laughter (as they say), and my over-talkativeness. Nevertheless, if I am bad-tempered, don't talk to me or else, prepare yourself to be shouted at, or something worse. But keep this in mind, I am not a freak, I know my limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can easily be pissed off. Yet that can easily vanish into thin air. I may hate you at this minute, but would like you for the next five minutes. Ironically, I do not loathe someone just because 99% of the population hates her. Believe me, I can easily be moved by pathetic persons. Though, not at all times. Don't take advantage, girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do admire teachers - so much that the thought of being one came to my mind. But I realized, it isn't for me. You know why? It takes gazillions of patience, and I do not even have little of it. Again, teachers are admirable. As a quote says, how could a king, a president of a country, Bill Gates or Aristotle be who they are...without them starting from the knowledge, guidance, and patience of a teacher? I really can't understand. Teachers are always regarded as perfect persons who cannot make a mistake without being laughed at or criticized. Everything in them is judged - physical appearance, clothes they wear, grammar, intonation, and even personal things. Nonetheless, don't get me wrong. I am neither a teacher's pet nor the kindest student on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with being expressive? At least for me, there is. The thing is, if you are over sweet, genuineness is questionable. Appealing words come out of your mouth out of sheer habit. There is uncertainty behind the truths of your words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just yesterday when I finally confirmed to myself the fact that most "bloggers" write about changing the world, the cruelty of the world, and all that shit. But with that observation, I also noticed some pretending-to-be -writers. I believe being a good writer doesn't mean using difficult, uncommon, or fucking jargons to put spice to your piece. And as I was bloghopping during the weekend, I found few of them. It is so annoying that it seems they typed their entries in MS Word, highlighted most words, pressed Shift+F7, and yes, their work, in few minutes, became unprofessionally professional. If you're one of them, you would get me. But girl, I am not a good writer, better than being a pretender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the connection of my introduction? Being a teenager is tough, demanding, challenging. The more you find answers to your questions about life, the more you discover things about yourself and others, the more you realize certain things...the more questions you'll unearth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, it is a happy part of your journey through life. The secret is - material things don't give you real pleasure. Learn how to socialize and get yourself closer to your Greatest Friend on Earth - God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Have a happy teenage life!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-116401924568497742?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/116401924568497742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=116401924568497742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/116401924568497742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/116401924568497742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-post-should-be-special-as-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-116317732999944409</id><published>2006-11-11T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T00:48:50.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mabilis ang pagdaan ng oras. Kung hindi ka tatakbo'y tiyak maiiwan ka. Sa isang kisapmata ay ikatlong markahan na pala. At hindi ko rin naman namamalayan na ito'y nag-uumpisa na. Bumubuwelo pa lamang ako ay tinatabunan na naman ako ng mga dapat gawin. Mahirap ang buhay-estudyante. Lalo na ang buhay-STC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo. Pero ang pinakamahirap ay kung nasa itaas ka. Madaming umaasa sa'yo. Madami rin ang tumuturing sa'yong isang taong walang limitasyon...walang maaaring magawang pagkukulang. Sa madaling salita, perpekto. Mahirap 'yon, alam mo ba? Mahirap kung binibilang ng mga tao sa iyong paligid ang mga nagawa mong pagkakamali. At pagkatapos ay itatanim na nila sa kanilang mga isispan ang nagawa mong iyon na tila ay nagkasala ka sa buong langit at lupa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandali. Bakit ko ba ito sinasabi? Ikaw na bahalang mag-isip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumalik tayo sa aking introduksiyon. Ang ikatlong markahan ay napakahalaga. Kritikal. Mahirap mag-tamad-tamaran. Ngunit bakit tila'y lalo akong naging iresponsable? At nararamdaman ko na rin ang pagod. Nakakabagot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naisip ko tuloy. Bakit ang mga artista, wala namang pinag-aralan, ngunit kayrami-rami nilang pera? Ang mga naging at kasalukuyang pangulo ng bansa, maaari namang hindi nakapag-aral, ngunit lahat ng kayamanan ng bayan ay napupunta sa kanila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teka. Pro-education ako ha. Mahirap lang talaga mag-aral. Di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga pala, sa Religion ay pinag-aaralan namin ang tungkol sa heaven at hell. Nagtataka talaga ako, paano nila nalaman na gano'n doon sa langit o sa impiyerno? Sabi ni Sir, ang mga anghel daw ay walang pakpak sa likod. Nasa ibang bahagi raw ito ng katawan. Hindi raw natin makikilala ang ating asawa/magiging aasawa doon. Wala pa daw tao sa langit o sa impiyerno, dahil sabay-sabay daw tayong huhusgahan. May levels daw ang impiyerno depende sa iyong mga kasalanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teka. This is pure curiosity. Faith is completely out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukas ay pupunta ako sa bahay nila Joanna. Sa Novaliches pa iyon, malayong-malayo. Pero kailangan. Sabi ko nga, madaming dapat gawin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuhanan ng card sa Huwebes. Sa totoo lang, sobrang kinakabahan ako. Kung sasabihin ko pa kung bakit ay baka abutin ako ng alas-tres nang umaga sa pagkuwento...kaya huwag na lang. Ipagdasal mo na lang ako at matutuwa pa ko sa iyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tama na. Mahirap 'pag ang post mo ay Filipino. Kaya, muli, tama na.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-116317732999944409?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/116317732999944409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=116317732999944409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/116317732999944409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/116317732999944409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/11/mabilis-ang-pagdaan-ng-oras.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-116246219391467096</id><published>2006-11-02T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T18:09:53.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been online for eight hours already and I'm getting other things to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have this opportunity, I'm telling you that I will change my blog. Thanks to Ikay for making a skin for me. Maybe I would use it after I got a suitable picture of myself for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I won't delete this blog. Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to start whatever I need to start. I've been addicted to the internet...again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I want to buy the CD Kami nAPO Muna. Love the songs Panalangin and Nakapagtataka. But of course, I won't buy it. I'm saving my money for something more important, or at least for me is important. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senseless post I've got.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-116246219391467096?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/116246219391467096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=116246219391467096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/116246219391467096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/116246219391467096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-been-online-for-eight-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-116238895724788242</id><published>2006-11-01T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T21:49:18.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will make a post...because I have nothing to do. Oh, expect not a sensible post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I want or I need to do before semestral break ends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish reading Kangkong. Aha, wala pa ko sa kalahati!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;General cleaning ng kwarto ko. (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hair hot oil.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ayusin ang cabinet. Kailangan ko nang magbawas ng mga damit!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Organize sophomore things. (1st/2nd quarter quizzes, projects, etc.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maghanap ng piece ng Manang Biday or tawagan si Haze kung naphotocopy na niya.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ipaphotocopy ang organizer-calendar ko. (For the sake of my dearest ii6...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kunin kay Ikay ang template para sa new layout.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gumawa ng entry. Dapat lang, bago mabulok ang blog ko.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baliwin ang sarili sa napakadaming iniisip. (Oh wait, am I not crazy yet?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Damn. I didn't know I have tons to do. The word itself says 'sem BREAK'. E bat ganito? Or is it only I who's like this? Ang daming dapat gawin. Within three days, I need to accomplish all of these. But still, I would dedicate my Sunday for my whole day rest. Kailangan ko mag-Vitamins. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I promise to update you regarding this entry. Kung tinamad ba ako o sinipag sa paggawa ng mga 'yan. I also promise to do my eleventh task. &lt;strong&gt;TO SAVE THE WORLD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-116238895724788242?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/116238895724788242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=116238895724788242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/116238895724788242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/116238895724788242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-will-make-post.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-115717780752415073</id><published>2006-09-02T13:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T14:16:47.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I looove this week 'cos we didn't really have formal discussions. It's a sort of relief from the very exhausting first quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday, we had the most highlighted celebration for the Buwan ng Wika. Luckily, our section won in the Paskil Pinoy and Sagutang Dayalogo. Congratulations to us, and of course, to Ms. Fronteras for the support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gallery Walk showed the different Filipino cultures of the three largest islands in the Philippines. LuzViMinda. But not just that, it proved that Dulaang Pinoy members are worthy for their title. The best of the three is Visayas, and yes, twelve of my classmates performed there. Good job, guys. *Clap Clap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch is really the best part. The representative/s of each year level performed their own. Tula for the First Years by a i3 student. Ours is the Sagutang Dayalogo of Tristel and Carla, my dear classmates. A monologue by a iii4, who played Sisa,  for the juniors. And for the seniors, Sabayang Pagbigkas. In between, Dulaang Pinoy and Dance Stream members showcased their talents. Maliket-a-Polka by the First Years, which made us remember the times when we ourselves are being taught that same dance. A group, with my classmate Katherine, danced an ethnic-modern kind of dance. It made me say "WOW". Another group, with Andie, performed a Muslim dance. The Chorale Group sang a Kundiman Song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you should know, I felt proud being a part of this country the second time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to the Pinoy Area. We loved that program. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day of August, which is a Thursday, was also a good day. We started the day with a Mass. No lessons because of the shortened periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was yesterday. Ha-Ha. Everything's "routinary" except for the fact that Ms. Fronteras was not around. Oh no. Sad fact for most sophomores. Ha-Ha. Dismissal time came. And as usual, we had a "lakad". At first, our heads ached thinking where we'll go. SM SanLa? SM Fairview? 168? Greenhills? Gateway? And we ended seeing ourselves in the land of 168 Shopping Mall. Wow, everything's so cheap. And with a little amount of money in your pocket, you can buy a lot. Thanks to Thea's mom for the libre of the watches. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Saturday. Oh My Goooddd, I think the tags in my tagboard were accidentally deleted by me. Nooo.. Hindi pwede!!! And speaking of deleting, I deleted the much-treasured quotes in my phone. I don't know why I did that. Those were the best quotes I've got since I had that phone. OH NO.&lt;br /&gt;It's so hooot dears. And that pushed me to approving my own decision of having my hair cut. I'll have it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to tell you that the Getting of Cards will already be on Monday. I'm so nervous. Really nervous. GOD. HELP. ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-115717780752415073?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/115717780752415073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=115717780752415073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115717780752415073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115717780752415073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-looove-this-week-cos-we-didnt-really_02.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-115717778470881685</id><published>2006-09-02T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T14:16:24.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I looove this week 'cos we didn't really have formal discussions. It's a sort of relief from the very exhausting first quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday, we had the most highlighted celebration for the Buwan ng Wika. Luckily, our section won in the Paskil Pinoy and Sagutang Dayalogo. Congratulations to us, and of course, to Ms. Fronteras for the support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gallery Walk showed the different Filipino cultures of the three largest islands in the Philippines. LuzViMinda. But not just that, it proved that Dulaang Pinoy members are worthy for their title. The best of the three is Visayas, and yes, twelve of my classmates performed there. Good job, guys. *Clap Clap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch is really the best part. The representative/s of each year level performed their own. Tula for the First Years by a i3 student. Ours is the Sagutang Dayalogo of Tristel and Carla, my dear classmates. A monologue by a iii4, who played Sisa,  for the juniors. And for the seniors, Sabayang Pagbigkas. In between, Dulaang Pinoy and Dance Stream members showcased their talents. Maliket-a-Polka by the First Years, which made us remember the times when we ourselves are being taught that same dance. A group, with my classmate Katherine, danced an ethnic-modern kind of dance. It made me say "WOW". Another group, with Andie, performed a Muslim dance. The Chorale Group sang a Kundiman Song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you should know, I felt proud being a part of this country the second time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to the Pinoy Area. We loved that program. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day of August, which is a Thursday, was also a good day. We started the day with a Mass. No lessons because of the shortened periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was yesterday. Ha-Ha. Everything's "routinary" except for the fact that Ms. Fronteras was not around. Oh no. Sad fact for most sophomores. Ha-Ha. Dismissal time came. And as usual, we had a "lakad". At first, our heads ached thinking where we'll go. SM SanLa? SM Fairview? 168? Greenhills? Gateway? And we ended seeing ourselves in the land of 168 Shopping Mall. Wow, everything's so cheap. And with a little amount of money in your pocket, you can buy a lot. Thanks to Thea's mom for the libre of the watches. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Saturday. Oh My Goooddd, I think the tags in my tagboard were accidentally deleted by me. Nooo.. Hindi pwede!!! And speaking of deleting, I deleted the much-treasured quotes in my phone. I don't know why I did that. Those were the best quotes I've got since I had that phone. OH NO.&lt;br /&gt;It's so hooot dears. And that pushed me to approving my own decision of having my hair cut. I'll have it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to tell you that the Getting of Cards will already be on Monday. I'm so nervous. Really nervous. GOD. HELP. ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-115717778470881685?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/115717778470881685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=115717778470881685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115717778470881685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115717778470881685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-looove-this-week-cos-we-didnt-really.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-115676980329634716</id><published>2006-08-28T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T20:56:43.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>august 21-28</title><content type='html'>August 21&lt;br /&gt;No classes due to Ninoy Aquino's 13th (if I'm not mistaken) death anniversary. We missed our Speech class again...Again...AGAIN...):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 22&lt;br /&gt;Finishing of TLE Practical Test. I regret the fact that I didn't follow most instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dismissal: We stayed in school to finish, or at least to start, our Paskil Pinoy. But hey, everything we did were put to waste. &lt;em&gt;Ayaw madikit ng sand, ng crepe papers, lahat na.&lt;/em&gt; So we removed all of those again.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Thank God Miss Fronteras was there so some of my lazy classmates were forced to move because they know it's part of their grade. HA-HA. I and Hedda went home at 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 23&lt;br /&gt;We watched KontraGapi. And oh, amazing. Believe me or not, but that was the first time that I've been proud of the beauty and creativity of our culture.&lt;br /&gt;Computer Long Test. Better than the first one. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dismissal: First, we went to Angelicum to give support to STC's BAsketball Team. I saw my Grade 4-6 classmate, Patricia Ricafrente. Not much changes, still the same old naughty kid, huh. Then, at Ashley's BIG house to practice for the Sagutang Diyalogo. Raided their refrigerator. Yumm. then after, around 7pm, we went at Cajun Restaurant, owned by them. Yumm. Thanks to Ashley, &lt;em&gt;umabot ng P600+ yung kinain naming tatlo. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 24&lt;br /&gt;Sagutang Diyalogo for Pinoy. Good thing Carla and I were saved by the bell. We were not prepared that time, and take note, I don't have my costume. So that means, we'll be the first on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dismissal: We went at Ashley's BIG house AGAIN for the same purpose. We did the same things. FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 25&lt;br /&gt;We performed Mayamang Babae, Pobreng Babae in front of Ms. Fronteras. We were six then who were chosen to compete with each other. Tris as the pobre and Carla as the mayaman won to represent our class. Congrats girls. (:&lt;br /&gt;PEH Gymnastics. As usual, I was exempted due to physical and medical reasons. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dismissal: Our kada, with Carla and Hedda, went at KFC Banawe for our open forum. &lt;em&gt;Iyakan sessions. &lt;/em&gt;Honestly, I still cannot breathe smoothly after that. Many things are still bothering me, yes, until this very time. Sir Estrellado and Mrs. dela Cruz were there, too. We went home at around 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 26&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 27&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother's 75th birthday. We went at Pasig to celebrate that event. 5 out of 7 families were there. TOTAL FUN. How vain my cousins were (and my tita). Went home at around 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today...August 28&lt;br /&gt;Homeroom. Had our Faith Sharing to start the second quarter spiritually. Oh, I was surprised but happy to know that the thief of the class was found out already.&lt;br /&gt;Computer. Results of the Practical Exam and Long Test were given. Good.&lt;br /&gt;Religion. Watched "The Mission". We can't understand the story however. But I guess it must be interesting as it is a true-to-life story.&lt;br /&gt;Speech. Extempo - Practical Test. My classmates didn't do quite well. It is obvious as shown on the face of Miss Fronteras. I'm quite nervous because when she comments, she's really serious and somehow, you can feel less of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Pinoy. We finally performed. And I was disappointed that I forgot my line but then I was able to correct it. But you know what, Hera said that If I didn't correct it, she should have not notice it, and I would get a perfect score in the memorization. And yes, I got a minus five because unfortunately, the line I forgot, which is the second to the last, is the longest. How unlucky am I, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do my Bio assignment today and obviously, I don't want to do it now and instead, my dears, I'm craving for sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-115676980329634716?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/115676980329634716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=115676980329634716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115676980329634716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115676980329634716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/08/august-21-28.html' title='august 21-28'/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-115613212197559745</id><published>2006-08-21T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T11:48:41.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;August 19&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our nine-hour-practice for Mayamang Babae, Pobreng Babae. I was with Hera, Tris and Rose. A lot of thanks to Tristel for teaching us everything...how to deliver our lines and how to act those out. I bet Tris and Rose would be our representatives for the competition. Good luck to us. We also had commercials in between our practices. You know, recordings! I, Hera, and Tris feel like we're recording artists and we sing with different voices. FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, this week and the next are so hectic for the Pinoy area. We have lots of activities for the Buwan ng Wika and for the Pinoy subject itself...sagutang diyalogo, banner contest, class decorations, Kangkong project, etcetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I devoted my whole day yesterday doing the banner itself...just the sacks. It was really hard. The whole day doing it is enough to be an evidence to tell you how hard it is. HA-HA. I need to measure, cut, tape, sew, then again, measure, cut, tape, sew, for a hundred times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And today...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things needed to be accomplished. Got to start them now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My entries are so lame...narration eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-115613212197559745?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/115613212197559745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=115613212197559745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115613212197559745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115613212197559745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/08/august-19-we-had-our-nine-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-115613077941322179</id><published>2006-08-21T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T11:26:19.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I owe this blog a lot of &lt;em&gt;kwentos&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 14&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion and Social Science exams. I was expecting that Religion would be really difficult, and SocSci, on the other hand, would be easy. And damn, my expectations were totally the opposites of what the tests were. I love Religion test, enough to pull my low quizzes and long tests. SocSci test was a headache. And to think that I was able to review only the first chapter of the book. How's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 15&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology and English. Bio test was so looong. nineteen-pages-ten-papers to be exact. I wasn't able to answer the experiment part which is 15 points. Huhu. English test - I wonder why the things we tackled weren't included in the test. You know, order of adjectives, transitives and intransitives, and the like. The hardest was the Idiom part. &lt;em&gt;Imbento na lang, fork in the bread!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dismissal. I, Hedda, Hera, Sugar, and Joh had our lunch at KFC. Chicken Steak! Then we went at Jolibee, where Nikki, Tris, and the others joined us. Then McDo. Cahta's group joined us too. And so, we were like a battalion of ii-6's then.&lt;br /&gt;At 1pm, we went back at STC to have our Math review, ii5 and ii6 with Mrs. Garcia. And that started everything. And everything means those things that until now, we have yet to resolve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 16&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinoy and Math . Both in the moderate level. I love Ms. Gino, even if we had tons of lessons in the first quarter, everything in the test were taught by her. I was surprised when I heard students from other sections complaining, "Hindi naman tinuro yun eh!". And yeah, &lt;strong&gt;exams are finally over.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dismissal. I, Hedda, Hera, Haze, Tris, Thea, Dhanika, Magic, Geline and Keeshia went at Starbucks to celebrate. Yes, to celebrate the end of the &lt;s&gt;freakin&lt;/s&gt; first quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 17&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our Group Guidance periods, we watched Finding Nemo in preparation for the upcoming Father-Daughter-Bonding Activity. SocsSci period was a total blast! I cried due to a thousand laughter. I love Ms. Rodeo...&lt;em&gt;comedienne talaga! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE Practical Test. Binuyuogan Dance, a folk dance where you have to have a pot on your head while doing its movements. I suck at that, who doesn't? HA-HA. &lt;strong&gt;(If you are a judgmental person, don't continue reading this entry)&lt;/strong&gt; Our CS grade in Math were given. And not to boast, my original Class Standing grade is 97. But due to STC's grading system, wherein your grade will either get higher or lower depending on your batch's standing, that 97 became 93. And look, those who has 73 as their original CS, were lucky that that 73 would turn 83. According to Mrs. Garcia, that is because the mathematically challenged are pulling down the grades of those who are good in Math, and vice-versa. Quite unfair huh? &lt;em&gt;Anyway, okay pa din, as they say, mataas pa rin naman.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dismissal. Celebration again. I, Hedda, Keeshia, Hera, and Kat went at Starbucks. Hera and I made our Second Quarter Resolutions. Whatever. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-115613077941322179?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/115613077941322179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=115613077941322179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115613077941322179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115613077941322179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-owe-this-blog-lot-of-kwentos_21.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-115531288559503009</id><published>2006-08-11T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T10:03:45.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This day is not a good one, and to make it more exact, it's the worst day so far in my sophomore year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever had happened, it's just between me and my friends. Though it's not really a big deal, maybe little ones that when added together, pushes the waters inside my eyes to surrender its holding back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am grateful for my friends for they gave me the happiness I so much needed and was truly appreciated that time. It was already dismissal and they planned to have a group study. I was not in the mood to join them yet I still managed it because I knew I needed to and somehow wanted it as well. So we waited in front of Gate 7, and while doing so, we bought &lt;em&gt;some isaw and Coke&lt;/em&gt;. Yumm. We were twelve then. We rode the jeepney then a tricycle to reach Starbucks Banawe. There were already Geline, Magic, and Keeshia. We all ordered a frappe and proceeded to &lt;em&gt;making kwentos. &lt;/em&gt;Haha. Only a little time was devoted for the review. Still good. And for that short time, an hour or so, I knew by my heart that I was enjoying with myself. I was able to forget my worries and my whatevers that make me feel crazy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, thank you for my friends: Geline (for the half-libre), Hera, Dhanika, Hedda, Thea, Nicole (for the ride), Cahta, Tristel, Kat, Andie (for the pics). (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you also to you, my dear blog, for you always take away my aloneness and my deppressions. Swear, writing an entry makes me feel that someone is there, listening...just listening...and it gives relief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-115531288559503009?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/115531288559503009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=115531288559503009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115531288559503009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115531288559503009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-day-is-not-good-one-and-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-115503537314901887</id><published>2006-08-08T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T19:09:33.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God, I need Your help...would You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I have been so much pressured ever since the day of my sophomore year started unnoticeably. I didn't expect this kind of helplessness and restlessness would beset (sounds exagge) me since I never felt this burden before, or at least not this much. It's definitely not just about school works whatsoever but it involves so much about my personal and social life. You need not to know about my everyday situations to understand me...because I'm pretty sure you yourself had experienced those kinds of dillemas in the whole of your existence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is brimming with so many thoughts that now, I don't know which should I resolve first. Don't worry, I'm near to bursting those out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel rude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I feel weak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, beg me, I need help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's best if it'll come from YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-115503537314901887?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/115503537314901887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=115503537314901887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115503537314901887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115503537314901887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/08/god-i-need-your-help.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-115423321244906144</id><published>2006-07-30T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T12:26:08.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEADERS' CAMP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 14-15, 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we had an opening liturgy wherein the usual &lt;em&gt;speeches&lt;/em&gt; of administrators took place. The introductory presentations of different module groups were presented as well. Our group, &lt;em&gt;Discipleship or Ponkans&lt;/em&gt;, had song and dance. (song: tune of smile at me, dance: i will follow him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour and some more minutes, we headed to our venue, which unfortunately, the Conference Room. Our Module 4 leaders presented a PowerPoint presentation and a getting-to-know-one-another activity followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, SNACKS. yey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our groupings and I was lucky to have Ate Ikay, Ate AC, Monica, Victoria, Maxene, and others as my groupmates. We named our group TARSIER, inspired by Maxene's shirt. (: We had an activity and due to my memory loss, I can't remember what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched a movie entitled &lt;em&gt;The Entertainers,&lt;/em&gt; i'm not sure about the title&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;so correct me if I'm wrong, ponkans. The only thing I learned in that movie &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;being able to face our fears as leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPPER, Chicken McDo. &lt;em&gt;Ang saya sa table namin.&lt;/em&gt; I was with Maeka, Ekai, Monica, Elena and Marge. PG's, right?&lt;em&gt; kiddin'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our groupings again, same in the previous activity. We were asked to discuss about our fears and the ways of overcoming those. I love this activity. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the most awaited part, the Bonfire Activity. And unfortunately, it was NOT. We're so unlucky that the lawn was wet and so they had to make an improvised fake bonfire for that matter. The different module groups presented again and for this time, we had the &lt;em&gt;LA walk&lt;/em&gt;. Oh, how we miss grade school years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour or two, the first day of our Leaders' Camp ended. We had our wash-up and even if I'm one of the firsts to go to the CR, I was the last to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I and Ekai are still making &lt;em&gt;kwentos &lt;/em&gt;until 3am. And we're also sharing with my big pillow. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up at 4am. &lt;em&gt;ANG AGA, tsk! &lt;/em&gt;Only one hour of sleep, how's that? Wash-up again, and that's the reason why we woke early, so all of us can take a bath. We were the first module group to be prepared for the day. We waited so long for the breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST. Jolibee. I didn't like it though I finished my food because of my hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then boarded the bus and proceeded at La Mesa Eco Park. Most of us slept in the bus. &lt;em&gt;Sarap tulog ko.&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our Shibashi and the Orientation when we arrived there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eco Park Tour took place after while the other groups are having their tree planting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the clouds cried and so we weren't able to have our tree planting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all so wet that time. Evaluation after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH. Jolibee Chickenjoy. Yey! Then, ii6 leaders' taking of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the closing liturgy care of the Module 4 leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, time to go back to STC. We proceeded to our venue to fix our things and have some picture takings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Ponkans. Then Gate 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I with Kat, Hedda, and Sugar went at McDo Retiro. Then after an hour, I was fetched by my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That ended the two-day Leaders' Camp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-115423321244906144?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/115423321244906144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=115423321244906144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115423321244906144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115423321244906144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/07/leaders-campjuly-14-15-2006-after.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-115356875594315035</id><published>2006-07-22T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T15:47:28.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eleventh of July, Year Two Thousand and Six...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A young lady named Tin is celebrating her fourteenth year of existence.&lt;br /&gt;She thought it would never be happy nor she would even fake a smile.&lt;br /&gt;But you know what?&lt;br /&gt;God is more than good to her.&lt;br /&gt;She was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;When she entered the very first door of her classroom, she was definitely in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;She even got angry to one of her friends.&lt;br /&gt;Hera is her name.&lt;br /&gt;Her classmates greeted her EXCEPT her closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;Those closest friends left the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;She really wanted to cry that time because of all the burdens she wanted to unearth, but cannot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you know, she's sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;She sat beside another close friend of her.&lt;br /&gt;Tristel is her name.&lt;br /&gt;They did an assignment which was supposed to be done at home.&lt;br /&gt;While writing, Tristel handed her gift for Tin.&lt;br /&gt;It was a cellphone pouch with a bear in front.&lt;br /&gt;Her other close friends had already returned to the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;Tin deliberately did an annoying look to Hera.&lt;br /&gt;Hera looked at her too.&lt;br /&gt;But after seconds, they laughed.&lt;br /&gt;They started to give their gifts for Tin.&lt;br /&gt;Hazel bought a cake for her.&lt;br /&gt;Dhanika's present was a Herbench sleeveless.&lt;br /&gt;And Hera's was a striped mug.&lt;br /&gt;They started to blame Tristel for giving the gift to Tin at once...&lt;br /&gt;As they were planning not to greet her throughout the day...&lt;br /&gt;As they were planning to give their gifts later that day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As they were planning to SURPRISE her...&lt;br /&gt;Though Tin's eyes really reflect the joy and the gratefulness.&lt;br /&gt;But not just that.&lt;br /&gt;Her best friend handed the biggest gift of all.&lt;br /&gt;Nilcah is her name.&lt;br /&gt;It was an Egg stuffed toy and a letter which looks like a book.&lt;br /&gt;Tin became MORE pleased and luckier.&lt;br /&gt;You know why?&lt;br /&gt;Nilcah and she were sort of quarrelling that time.&lt;br /&gt;They were not really in a good condition.&lt;br /&gt;But then, everything didn't stop there.&lt;br /&gt;Hedda, Thea, Tris, Nilcah, Haze and Dhanika contributed to buy the lucky Tin a chocolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;They all shared eating it during Recess and Lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Hera, on the other hand, bought a card for her...&lt;br /&gt;Which until now is with Ms. F...&lt;br /&gt;She hadn't returned it yet.&lt;br /&gt;When dismissal came, a friend of her, who is her textmate, former classmate and tagboardmate, gave her the last gift for that day.&lt;br /&gt;She is Erika.&lt;br /&gt;And she gave her a Sun Sim Card.&lt;br /&gt;She thought she was the happiest person that time.&lt;br /&gt;They had a meeting for the Leaders' Camp after school hours.&lt;br /&gt;And after that, Hedda and Tin went at McDo Retiro to fill their hunger.&lt;br /&gt;They stayed there for one and a half hour.&lt;br /&gt;When they were going home, another adventure took place.&lt;br /&gt;They walked from Quezon Ave. up to E. Rodriquez...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause it was really traffic and the jeepney can't anymore go to E. Rod.&lt;br /&gt;Woah, really an adventure!&lt;br /&gt;When she reached her home, they had a family celebration.&lt;br /&gt;They didn't invite her relatives as it is a Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;They just enjoyed all the food with her family and her neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;And she wanted to tell you, God is good.&lt;br /&gt;She asked for genuine happiness even just for her birthday, and God gave that to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*I'm very sorry for this lame and unorganized entry. I did this just for the sake of having something to post. Forgive me, will you?*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-115356875594315035?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/115356875594315035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=115356875594315035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115356875594315035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115356875594315035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/07/eleventh-of-july-year-two-thousand-and.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-115253540274492344</id><published>2006-07-10T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T20:48:05.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANKS SO MUCH&lt;/strong&gt; TO &lt;em&gt;NILCAH THERESE ORTICO,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;MY BEST FRIEND,&lt;/span&gt; FOR THAT VERY MUCH APPRECIATED BIRTHDAY TRIBUTE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ikaaayy.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Click HERE to access her blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-115253540274492344?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/115253540274492344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=115253540274492344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115253540274492344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115253540274492344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/07/thanks-so-much-to-nilcah-therese.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-115234809852501126</id><published>2006-07-08T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T19:26:28.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOP 11 WRITERS EVIDENT THROUGH THEIR BLOGS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Victoria Almazan&lt;/span&gt; - Bob Ong Style&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Carla Gamalinda&lt;/span&gt; - I was so SURPRISED when I read her journals, SIMPLY AMAZING.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Saab Magalona&lt;/span&gt; - RELAX is her word.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Nilcah Ortico&lt;/span&gt; - The layout added to the beauty of her blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Ala Paredes&lt;/span&gt; - Simple things do have meanings. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Alessandra Pineda&lt;/span&gt; - Read her blog's welcome address. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Eunice Ramirez and Therese Castillo&lt;/span&gt; - Be in a world full of love for a best friend. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Lea Ribaya&lt;/span&gt; - Not just a writer, multi-talented one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Ilena Saturay&lt;/span&gt; - Si Ilena. Bow. Joke. The critic of the world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Bea Sigua&lt;/span&gt; - One of the &lt;em&gt;bestest. &lt;/em&gt;Coin that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;The list is in alphabetical order to avoid discrimination. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I so much admire writers, good writers. And I want to be one of them. Practice. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-115234809852501126?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/115234809852501126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=115234809852501126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115234809852501126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115234809852501126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/07/top-11-writers-evident-through-their.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-115234518921790578</id><published>2006-07-08T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T16:13:19.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't find you boastful if what you're boasting about is REAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind-of-hate those people who say, "Ang yabang nito, ang yabang niya." More hate goes to those who say, "Ang yabang DAW nito, ang yabang DAW niyan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I know they just did misinterpret or misunderstood that person. The world is VERY judgmental. Whatever action you do, hundreds of eyes will see it and would give meaning to it. AND those would blab it and that one would blab it again to another one who would blab it even more. Then, all the world would now judge you as this and that which is definitely just a misunderstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ko na naman ba 'to sinasabi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...dahil dun sa mga taong nagsasabi sa'kin na halos lahat na ata ng tao mayabang. Yung mga laging nagsasabing, "Alam mo Tin, ang yabang nun o. Lumaki na nga ulo niya after niyang maging blah blah blah." Mas masarap naman siguro pakinggan kung, "Alam mo, ang humble nun o. Yung laging bumibili ng Fish Ball sa Gate 3."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUT if you are really boastful, I would simply think that you just need attention and appreciation, and would have nothing against you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUT if you're abusive already, I would start hating you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-115234518921790578?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/115234518921790578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=115234518921790578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115234518921790578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115234518921790578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-know-what-i-dont-find-you-boastful.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-115234416895816696</id><published>2006-07-08T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T15:36:08.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I forgot to blab that last Sunday, we went shopping and I bought the following with my own money:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A wallet from Penshoppe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Headband/Hairband from Broadway Gems&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;36 Faber Castell Colored Pencils&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hair Brush&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Refill for my G-Tec&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was supposed to buy a bag from Cose/Heartstrings but I realized that I have more than enough bags so I decided not to anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My real purpose of going there is to buy gifts for Erika and Nilcah (whose birthday was way back April) but I wan't able to buy something unique and precious but inexpensive. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-115234416895816696?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/115234416895816696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=115234416895816696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115234416895816696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115234416895816696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-forgot-to-blab-that-last-sunday-we.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-115226592645071321</id><published>2006-07-07T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T17:52:06.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;070706&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY EKAI NINA CARREON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEH: We watched the PowerPoint presentation I myself made for 1 1/2 day. Unfortunately, it SUCKS. Most of the designs were changed because I need to transfer it to another PC so I could save it to a CD. Stupidly, I didn't check it first before having to burn it. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Quiz. Not really hard though confusing. GAME, talo kami. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Math: Discussion. I was able to understand the lesson only after I asked Sugar how to do this and that. I didn't get it at first 'cos I wasn't listening. See the consequence?&lt;br /&gt;CAE: Quiz. HARD. I was not in the mood after this class. Because of---uh, forget it. I and Hera have the same speculation about HER saying that.&lt;br /&gt;Religion: Our dearest adviser, Mrs. dela Pena, was our proctor since Sir DM is joining the juniors' retreat. We went at the CAI room and copied those typed on the monitor. :)&lt;br /&gt;SocSci: We had our practice for our group presentations. But what we actually did is to talk about the Leadership Camp. Maeka, stroller tayo? :)&lt;br /&gt;Sci: Quiz. Grr, hirap! I didn't review 'cos I have no time to do it. Weh, anong excuse yan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;070606&lt;/strong&gt; - Religion: We finished watching Madagascar. BITIN!&lt;br /&gt;CAE: We answered some, or should i say many, exercises in SB. No stars for me. Those who'll get perfect will get a star stamp from Ms. Jose. Yay, grade 1? Anyhow, it's really FUN! Sarap makipagaway sa mga nakaperfect. Di ba Hedda? Millions ba? Lol. :)&lt;br /&gt;Group Guidance: GAME! Poor Hera. Haha. Ayaw palabasin nung mga bodyguards. YOU should have a consequence. Unfair. Joke. :) We also talked about our class then, wow, how open are we to Ms. Suico. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Math: Quiz. Tsk, I find it hard! Naka-tatlong papel ako nun, grr.&lt;br /&gt;SocSci: Sort of Docu Viewing. I wasn't watching nor listening since I'm reviewing for Pinoy quiz. (Only to find out that first, that is included in the long test, second, it's not in the book, and third, our quiz in pinoy was postponed!)&lt;br /&gt;CAF: Discussion. Thanks to Hedda for lending me the book. And so, I have my reason to recite.&lt;br /&gt;Sci: Discussion. Leanne, benta yung ginawa mo ah! Sampay sabay kuskos! Haha. (Hindi damit yan ah, mag-isip kayo ng ibang sinasampay sa balikat.)&lt;br /&gt;Dismissal: One-hour meeting for Leadership Training. Mukhang magiging masaya ulit 'to. Quite excited. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamusta naman? Akala ko ba bagong buhay na ang study habits ko? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUNTDOWN: Apat na araw bago maging KATORSE si Khristine del Rosario. So? Wala lang ulit. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-115226592645071321?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/115226592645071321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=115226592645071321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115226592645071321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115226592645071321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/07/070706-happy-birthday-ekai-nina.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-115209807961074572</id><published>2006-07-05T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T19:22:12.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>070506 - Everything was simply routinary. Oh, coin that last word. I hate doing PowerPoint presentations. And I frankly said that to Sir Estrellado. RELAX Tin. I was sleepy during our double Science Period and I mean &lt;strong&gt;REALLY SLEEPY.&lt;/strong&gt; So don't you dare ask me nonsense questions that time if you don't want to be shouted at. RELAX. I have been moody these past few weeks and I know you don't care why. But I'll tell you still: our class holds a bad reputation. Our adviser talked to us about that and we, Hedda, Kat, and I, were so much disappointed. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;070406 - The highlight of the day was Lunch. My &lt;em&gt;kada,&lt;/em&gt; with the newest member, Dhanika, and with Nicole who is joining us temporarily, had so much fun. We were very hyperactive that time. We tried to sing "B-E-A-M" without laughing nor smiling PLUS requiring the singer to look our serious faces one by one while singing. You don't get it? Nevermind. There would be a consequence for those who won't succeed doing it. Unfortunately, the bell rang and another happiness ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;070306 - &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Happy Birthday Marga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We had a quiz in Computer, the first ever quiz that we enjoyed a lot. Hi-tech eh. Sir Estrellado made a program for our tests so that we would just spend 10 minutes for it, and for us to get the results in less than a minute. ASTIG. :)&lt;br /&gt;We also had our Speech presentation about the barriers of communication. We performed first. Thanks to J Cay for that good acting, our classmates did enjoy &lt;em&gt;YOUR&lt;/em&gt; acting. Clap Clap. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUNTDOWN: ANIM na tulog na lang bago ang aking kaarawan. Excited? Hindi. Narealize ko lang na ang tanda ko na. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-115209807961074572?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/115209807961074572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=115209807961074572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115209807961074572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115209807961074572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/07/070506-everything-was-simply-routinary.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-115172705780547853</id><published>2006-07-01T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T12:10:57.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was online for 7 hours. Weh adik. Harhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the many status messages I had read, the best came from a former theresian (Ate Teresa). It says, "Try mo. Umiyak habang umuulan. Sarap ng feeling. Parang buong kalangitan nakikiramay sa'yo." Aww. Really love that. I'll try it someday, swear. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the fifteen second year Theresians online, about six or seven have their status messages related with Ms.F. Grabe, celebrity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting with so many people that time. Hedda, Ize, Jodine, Hera, Nilcah, Leanne, Cahta, Marga, and a ii6 voice confe. Ibaiba mood ko sa kanila. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that, (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you, whoever reading this, to know that I hate being artificial. If I hate you, I would really let you feel, or sometimes even tell you, that I hate you. If I like you, you would feel it. If I'm kind to you, you must be lucky 'coz I like you, or I love you, or I'm true to you, or it's just that I don't hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, hindi ako nagtatanim ng galit. Once you prove that you're not worthy to be hated by me, I could immediately change my attitude towards you. One of my classmates knows that, to name her, she's Anne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why tell this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. For your information lang naman. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-115172705780547853?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/115172705780547853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=115172705780547853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115172705780547853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115172705780547853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/07/yesterday-i-was-online-for-7-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-115165814830335314</id><published>2006-06-30T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T17:02:28.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday (062806)&lt;/strong&gt; - We had our CEM (diagnostic test) in Math, Science, and English. We were all sleepy that time. Grabe, kaya nag-ingay na lang kami. After that, Ms. Fronteras told us na sabi daw nila na ang ingay namin. But then, yung proctor naman namin, SUPER NR, as in walang pakialam, kaya feeling namin ok lang. Kaya yun, hindi nagalit sa 'min si ms. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered that Ms. Limbauan is SUPERRRR BAET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE STORY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed late because of the English Campaign Practice. It was already 6pm when I, with Hedda, went out of Gate 1. Habang naghihintay kami ni hedda ng jeep, sina Ms. Limbauan at Ms. Fronteras ay pauwi na rin. And so, may dumaan na jeep, huminto kahit di namin pinara. Patawid pa lang nun si Ms. Limbauan, sumigaw siya, "HEDDA! Hintayin niyo ko!" Yun, sumakay na kaming tatlo sa jeep.Nakipagkwentuhan sa 'min si ms., tinanong niya san ko daw nabili yung bag ko...san kami nakatira...etc(: When she found out what street I am living, she was kinda surprised coz her clan is living there daw. And I was thinking then, "Hala, baka kamag-anak ko si ms.!" She also asked magkano daw pamasahe ko, I said P36 pauwi. Nagulat siya. Kaya tinuruan niya ko ng ibang way na mas mura.AT sabay kami sa tricycle. clap clap. First ride: Jeep, P6, nilibre ako ni ms. Second ride: tricycle, P15, sabay kami and siya lang nagbayad, libre niya ko. Third ride: jeep ulit ako, naglakad si ms. coz malapit na lang siya dun. (: Fourth: ako naman naglakad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe, I only spent P6 that time. And she said pa na sabay daw ulit kami the next day. clap clap. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lang yun, tumawag sa'kin si Dhanika kasi kinukulit siya ni ms. na tawagan daw ako, baka naligaw daw ako, or baka hindi daw ako nakauwi, etc. Ms. Limbauan also called Hera na tawagan din ako. And she texted Marga pa to ask me kung safe daw ba ko. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe ang baittt. Love na love ko na siya. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday (062906)&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY GELINE!&lt;/span&gt; At sa naconfiscate mong spag, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAE: We alotted one period to make the decorations for the English Campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math: Quiz. Grabe, nawala sa isip ko na may quiz, and so wala talaga akong review. Nahirapan ako. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAF, triple period: Saya!! Paos si Ms. Gino kaya postponed and test! Yey! Discussion. SAYA!! Kasi nagpapatawa si Ms. and yung mga classmates ko, :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SocSci: SAYA ulit!!! Nagcomputer game kami sa CAI room. Partner ko si Hera since it's by class number. We challenged Kath and Haze &amp; Tris and Leanne. We won twice! Walang talo! Eh sugal yun,pustahan kasi kami, kaya kami ni Hera, nakakuha ng P40! Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sci: Quiz. I didn't have the time to review. Kaya satisfied ako dun sa result. (PS: It's okay for me to get low grades sa quizzes if i know na I didn't prepare for it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hedda, Andie, Bea, I, and other ii6 went home at 6:15pm na coz we helped the teachers in decorating the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday (063006)&lt;/strong&gt; - English Campaign and Our First PALIHAN Session!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Success ang jingle presentation namin. clap clap. Sulit ang hirap! I guess our second year teachers, especially the English area, were so happy about that. cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PALIHAN: We had two games, a docu viewing, discussion, and prayer service. :) HAPPY. :) I love Ms. Fronteras today, bagay ang eyeglasses niya sa kanya. :) Kewl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: I wasn't able to pass for Theresian Mag. I really want to, but it's really okay coz I know that I just discovered lately that I can write. I'm just in the first stage kaya hindi pa siguro ako bagay dun. :) Yeah. clap clap.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-115165814830335314?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/115165814830335314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=115165814830335314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115165814830335314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115165814830335314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/06/wednesday-062806-we-had-our-cem.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-115140499123385349</id><published>2006-06-27T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T18:43:11.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a so-so day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I and others who care were very disappointed about a certain happening. We were really shocked about what we heard and it was like we were carrying the world on our shoulders. (exagge?) HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAF period. Good. Bumabawi. I think that what we did is way better than saying sorry. :) (This has nothing to do with what I said earlier.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dismissal, I, Kat, Hedda, and Tris were sharing stories mostly about the reputation of our class. Disappointment, once again. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that conversation, Tris and I immediately went at the Basement for the English Campaign Practice. I was not really singing because many things bother me. After a while, Ms. Fronteras came and we approached her. It's like we were able to breathe smoothly again after that long conversation with her. Oh, I was with Hedda, Tris, and Kat then. :) I find her really interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-115140499123385349?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/115140499123385349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=115140499123385349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115140499123385349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115140499123385349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/06/today-was-so-so-day.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-115111710359389387</id><published>2006-06-24T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T11:52:08.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kahapon ay Biyernes, muli, isang napakasayang araw. YEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako at sina Hera, Tris, Cay, Borj, Ericka, Dhanika, Cahta, Nicole, Andie at Hedda ay pumunta sa Mcdo Retiro. Ayos. Isang pagsasama ng dalawang grupo. Sinakop namin ang tatlong kainan sa ikalawang palapag. &lt;em&gt;Ok, good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-order na kami.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Tila masagana kami kaya't ang daming pagkain. Ayos. Kainan na. Malapit nga pala kami sa isang malaking &lt;em&gt;aircon&lt;/em&gt; na sumasabay sa pagbuhos ng ulan. Sa madaling salita, may tumatalsik na patak ng tubig mula sa &lt;em&gt;aircon&lt;/em&gt; na yun. &lt;em&gt;HAHAHA. &lt;/em&gt;At ang nakakatawa dun, c Hera, nagpayong. Ang saya, ang dami naming pinagkuwentuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga pala, salamat kay Erika Carreon dahil binigyan niya ako ng french fries...french fries na pinagsaluhan naming lahat habang umoorder kami...french fries na nabitawan ko at nahulog...french fries na iniwan ko katabi ng lalagyan ng mga straw. Ang hyper namin. Pagsamahin mo ba naman sina Hera, Dhanika at Hedda. Kami ang pinakamaingay. Pinagtitinginan na nga kami ng ibang tersyana dun. Bat ba? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napaguspan ang mga kinaiinisan namin, ang opinyon namin tungkol sa mga guro, mga tsismis, at iba pa. Saya. Umalis kami sa Mcdo, 4:45pm. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagjeep kami nina Hedda at Andie hanggang E.Rod. Sabay kami sa tricycle ni Andie. Hinatid muna siya sa bahay nila at dumiretso na sa bahay namin. Salamat sa mabait na tricycle driver dahil siningil lamang kami ng P55. HAHAHA. Dahil kung pagsasamahin ang pamasahe namin ni Andie, P70 lahat iyon. Tipid kami ng P15. AYOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback tayo. Nung naghahanda na kaming umuwi, sabi nila, "Ano ba yan, wag muna tayong umuwi, ang saya saya natin dito,". Hirit ni Hedda ang isang quote, "Every happiness ends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOW. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-115111710359389387?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/115111710359389387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=115111710359389387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115111710359389387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115111710359389387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/06/kahapon-ay-biyernes-muli-isang.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-115097810405217637</id><published>2006-06-22T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T20:13:36.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was almost two weeks ago since I made my last entry. Ok, I need to update it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my first days of being a second year, everything was not fine. Really not fine. I and my peers had problems. For three consecutive days, there was no time I didn't cry. Mixed emotions, as it is called. Maybe those tears don't just mean friendship problems, but also other personal things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I thought that it won't be a good start. But I tell you, I realized I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I and my peers became more open to each other. It's like we learn from our own mistakes. Each of us had this line of, "Sa wakas, nakahinga na din ako.", after the open forum we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I'm really so proud of myself that I have been improving my recitation skill - if that is to be called a skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I was elected vice-president. I really am so happy to be in that position. It's not that I hate being a president already, but because I want to have some rest. You know, if I would still be a class president this year, it would be my 6th year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, I can't believe that I had the guts to audition for Theresian Mag writer. I did it. I mean, we. I was with Tristel. You guys know that I really don't grab opportunities. But I guess it's time for me to get out of my shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, we chose our SEG. Ours is Debate. Take note, SEG ONLY. It's good that 20 percent of our class chose that SEG, mostly because of the facilitators. Mrs. dela Cruz, and our very own, Ms. Fronteras. We do love her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth, oh, you should know, I improved my study habits! I don't use my cellphone anymore. I make use of the Internet only when I don't have any assignment. Yet I still don't review for quizzes. It's unintentional, it's really because I'm a sleepyhead. And everytime I open my notebook, after a minute or two, I would just realize when I wake up that I just slept with my notebook on my face. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventh, I really am happy. A very good start. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I tell you, Ms. Fronteras is our adviser, and we're so lucky. I really do love her, we really do love her! :) And I hope she loves us too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Smile. It's a choice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-115097810405217637?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/115097810405217637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=115097810405217637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115097810405217637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/115097810405217637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/06/it-was-almost-two-weeks-ago-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-114992263259953394</id><published>2006-06-10T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T15:06:56.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Classes started off. Another year to rise and fall, to make or break. I feel tired, but then I need to start ending my freshman year...and end my wait being a sophomore. Time has come. I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I felt nervous. Not anymore excited. Nervous for another set of problems. Another set of requirements. Another set of teachers-to-be-criticized. Nervous to commute. And so I reached our classroom. My classmates welcomed me. Borj was suprised because she thought I transferred. Cay gave me a hug. Anne was there, and said, "I miss you!". Hera, Haze, and Tris came close to me, and as usual, made me laugh. Ikay came close too. We had our usual morning conversation when we were in first year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bell rang. Time to line up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally we saw the shadow of our adviser. She was Ms. Fronteras, a beautiful one, dresses well, but looks &lt;em&gt;mataray. &lt;/em&gt;We went to the Covered Court to welcome the new batch of freshmen. A short prayer service after. TSC presentation. Introduction of the teaching and non-teaching personnel. And the usual speeches from the administrators. Had our recess. And met with our adviser again. She had a GREAT introduction of herself, of STC being pro-active, and of what she expects from us. She spoke well. She's good, although she barely smiles. I find her mysterious. :) She asked me to assign the monitors and prayer leader, to be the last to go out of the classroom always, to ask my classmates to choose their own lockers and to go to her before I go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bell rang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer periods. We were happy to have Sir Estrellado again. As usual, it was a hundred-minute-fun. He gave us the chance to ask anything to him, even personal questions. So we did, and he answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bell rang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TLE period. Another school year with Ms. Balonkita. I didn't complain or did an annoying look that she is our teacher. I have a reason - it's because I do like her. You may scratch your head, but it's true. She has a good tongue to speak well. She lectures in detail. She shares her own life story teary-eyed. She's not an artificial one. She is she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bell rang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met our co-adviser and Science teacher, Mrs. Tilaon. She jokes, we laugh. She presented the topics we will discuss. She gave two assignments for Friday. And that was spent within a hundred minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bell rang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it meant, dismissal time. My father fetched me, to teach me how to commute. We rode the jeepney, there were five high school teachers there, including Ms. Limbauan and Sir Estrellado. It's as if there were the only ones in that jeepney. Kakaiba talaga si Ms. Limbauan! HAHA! After that ride, we had the tricycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was it. My very first day of being a second year, section six student. And I was able to accomplish everything Ms. Fronteras asked me to. Seventh of June, year of the Lord, two thousand six.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-114992263259953394?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/114992263259953394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=114992263259953394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114992263259953394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114992263259953394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/06/classes-started-off.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-114959304226653147</id><published>2006-06-06T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T19:25:58.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One Senseless Entry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam niyo ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...na mula noong nagkaroon ako ng tamang pag-iisip, inakala ko na ang &lt;em&gt;magna cum laude&lt;/em&gt; ang pinkamataas na digring nakukuha ng isang mag-aaral sa kanyang pagtatapos sa kolehiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buwan ng Abril nang may nagsabi sa 'kin na &lt;em&gt;summa cum laude&lt;/em&gt; ang pinakamataas. HINDI AKO NANIWALA. Pano ba naman ako maniniwala kung lahat ng tao sa paligid ko ay salungat dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buwan ng Mayo ay nagkaron kami ng pagtatalo ng pinsan ko. Siya - magna cum laude. Ako - (na nung oras na yun ay naniniwala sa pagiging superior ng summa cum laude kahit may pagdududa pa rin) summa cum laude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayong araw na ito, sinaliksik ko ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ang resulta...&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;CLICK!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako nakuntento. Muli akong nagsaliksik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ang resulta...&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;CLICK!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sa madaling salita, &lt;em&gt;SUMMA CUM LAUDE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-114959304226653147?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/114959304226653147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=114959304226653147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114959304226653147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114959304226653147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-senseless-entry-alam-niyo-ba.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-114958960852684683</id><published>2006-06-06T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T18:47:30.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm lost. I must be falling. Yet I'm weak.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of the fourteen years I've been existing in this God-created place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There were times when I felt lost...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have nobody to look for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody to help searching my helpless soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There were times when I have no one to hold on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have nobody to reach my hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody to console my feeble and worn-out heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There were times when I seem vulnerable, really am I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have nobody to give the strength I need to face the sunshine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody to help face my own fears 'til the next sunset...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm lost. I must be falling. Yet I'm weak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I have nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. I have nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know also, that God's name, &lt;strong&gt;must be NOBODY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-114958960852684683?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/114958960852684683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=114958960852684683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114958960852684683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114958960852684683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-114907988792036318</id><published>2006-05-31T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T20:55:37.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;HAPPY 15th BIRTHDAY TO MY COUSIN, YNA! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-114907988792036318?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/114907988792036318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=114907988792036318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114907988792036318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114907988792036318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-15th-birthday-to-my-cousin-yna.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-114907860956798332</id><published>2006-05-31T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T20:46:29.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went @ Circle Island (for the second time this summer). Day Swimming. Then we SM Molino. Ate @ Tokyo Tokyo. NBS. Kids played somewhere while we look for something to spend our money with. But we found nothing. HAHA! Went home. Kwentuhan with my cousins (which WE always enjoy). Toasted Bread + Egg + Ham + Hotdog + Melon Juice = Yummy Snacks! Internet. Dinner. Sleep. (:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I learned that happiness is really a choice...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I learned that when we look at someone, we should look at the beauty in him/her (even if, for you, he/she has the worst personality on Earth)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I guess Erika knows why I realized this-&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;bR&gt;So that's my Saturday, 05/27/06 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-114907860956798332?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/114907860956798332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=114907860956798332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114907860956798332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114907860956798332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/05/we-went-circle-island-for-second-time.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-114878500830224208</id><published>2006-05-28T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T11:07:53.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tale of three trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I read the story &lt;em&gt;The Tale Of Three Trees&lt;/em&gt; a while ago. It was so nice. Click &lt;a href="http://www.doesgodexist.org/MarApr98/TheTaleOfThreeTrees.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to read the story yourself. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a 6 year old was sitting in a classroom. The teacher was going to explain evolution to the children. The teacher asked a little boy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/strong&gt; Tommy do you see the tree outside?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOMMY:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/strong&gt; Tommy, do you see the grass outside?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOMMY:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/strong&gt; Go outside and look up and see if you can see the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOMMY:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay. (He returned a few minutes later) Yes, I saw the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/strong&gt; Did you see God?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOMMY:&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/strong&gt; That's my point. We can't see God because he isn't there. He just doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little girl spoke up and wanted to ask the boy some questions. The teacher agreed and the little girl asked the boy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LITTLE GIRL:&lt;/strong&gt; Tommy, do you see the tree outside?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOMMY:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LITTLE GIRL:&lt;/strong&gt; Tommy do you see the grass outside?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOMMY:&lt;/strong&gt; Yessssss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LITTLE GIRL:&lt;/strong&gt; Did you see the sky?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOMMY:&lt;/strong&gt; Yessssss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LITTLE GIRL:&lt;/strong&gt; Tommy, do you see the teacher?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOMMY:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LITTLE GIRL:&lt;/strong&gt; Do you see her brain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOMMY:&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LITTLE GIRL:&lt;/strong&gt; Then according to what we were taught today in school, she must not have one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FOR WE WALK BY FAITH, NOT BY SIGHT"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-2 CORINTHIANS 5:7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-114878500830224208?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/114878500830224208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=114878500830224208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114878500830224208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114878500830224208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/05/tale-of-three-trees.html' title='tale of three trees'/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-114846985524176063</id><published>2006-05-24T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T19:29:40.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I believe in God, but not as one thing, not as an old man in the sky. I believe that what people call God is something in all of us. I believe that what Jesus and Mohammed and Buddha and all the rest said was right. It's just that the translations have gone wrong."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-John Lennon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I remembered something from Angels and Demons. It says, "We have different gods. But we all search for one thing. TRUTH."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-114846985524176063?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/114846985524176063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=114846985524176063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114846985524176063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114846985524176063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-believe-in-god-but-not-as-one-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-114829088123360662</id><published>2006-05-22T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T17:53:55.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AYOS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7:30am&lt;/em&gt; ay nagising kami upang maghanda sa pagsisimba. Almusal. Ako ang naghugas. Nakarating kami roon 15 minuto bago mag-umpisa. Ayos, may upuan! Nangako ako sa sarili ko na sisiryosohin ko ang pagsisimbang ito dahil nga naman isang beses sa isang buwan na lamang ako nakakapagsimba. Minsan ay di ko man lang naiisip na iilang beses na nga lang ako nagsisimba ay hindi ko pa rin ito sinisiryoso. Nag-umpisa na ang Misa. Himala dahil nakikinig ako. Sumasagot. Kumakanta kung alam ko ang kanta. Mayroong mga pagkakataong nawawala ang konsentrasyon ko. Pero ayos pa rin! &lt;em&gt;First time&lt;/em&gt; kong ginawa ito. Makinig sa napakahabang &lt;em&gt;homily&lt;/em&gt; kahit &lt;em&gt;boring. &lt;/em&gt;Magdasal nang taimtim pag sinabi ng pari na magdasal. Pigilan ang pagdadaldal. Natapos na ang Misa. &lt;em&gt;Proud&lt;/em&gt; ako sa sarili ko. Ngayon ko lamang natutunang i-&lt;em&gt;appreciate &lt;/em&gt;ang &lt;em&gt;essence&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;ng &lt;/em&gt;pagsisimba. Ayos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10:30am&lt;/em&gt; ay nakabalik na kami sa bahay ng pinsan ko kung saan ako nagbabakasyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;11:00am&lt;/em&gt; ay umalis muli kami at pagdating ng &lt;em&gt;12:00pm&lt;/em&gt; ay nakarating na kami sa Airport. Hinintay namin ang tita ko na galing sa Cagayan de Oro. Tsk, &lt;em&gt;1:00pm&lt;/em&gt; pa pala ang &lt;em&gt;arrival&lt;/em&gt; nila, ayon sa monitor sa tapat namin. Kwentuhan kami ng pinsan ko. Nagutom kami kaya't bumalik muna kami sa kotse. Kumain ng &lt;em&gt;hamburger&lt;/em&gt; at &lt;em&gt;Pinipig.&lt;/em&gt; Sa wakas ay naaninag na namin ang tita ko. Ayos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2:00pm&lt;/em&gt; ay nakarating naman kami sa may Hobbies of Asia. Namili sila roon at ipinaluto ang mga iyon sa isang &lt;em&gt;restaurant&lt;/em&gt; sa &lt;em&gt;Seaside. &lt;/em&gt;Nakakatuwang isipin na hindi na ata ako &lt;em&gt;allergic &lt;/em&gt;sa hipon at pusit. Busog! Ayos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3:30pm&lt;/em&gt; ay natapos kami, hinanap namin ang kotse. Nasa tapat pala ito ng &lt;em&gt;Active Fun.&lt;/em&gt; Titignan lang dapat namin kung ano iyon nang mapasubo kami. Naglaro roon ang dalawa kong pinsan, P175/kada tao/isang oras. Kailangan pa nilang bumili ng medyas. Kami naman ay nag-&lt;em&gt;order&lt;/em&gt; ng apat na &lt;em&gt;mais con yelo, cappucino,&lt;/em&gt; at &lt;em&gt;brewed coffee. &lt;/em&gt;Kwentuhan. Sentro ng usapan namin ang &lt;em&gt;The Da Vinci Code. Pagboboyfriend.&lt;/em&gt; Pag-aasawa. Ambisyon. &lt;em&gt;"Ang OA naman nung mga nagsasabing anti-Christ ang Da Vinci Code!"..."Okay lang magkaboyfriend, basta wag lang masyadong maiinlove."..."Kung mag-aasawa kayo, wag kayong pipili ng mayaman. Mas maganda kung sabay kayong yayaman. Kaysa naman pipiliin niyo yung mga magulang lang nila ang mayaman."..."Kung pipili kayo ng trabaho, hindi niyo dapat gawing goal ang pagyaman, dapat kung saan kayo komportable."&lt;/em&gt;...Ayos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5:00pm&lt;/em&gt; ay umalis na kami roon. Habang nakaupo ako sa kotse ay pinakikinggan ko ang kanta sa radyo. Ang ganda! Eto iyon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry For The Stupid Things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes we wish for the better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we have it good as it gets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes the grass isn't greener&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes we find out we forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes the fool doesn't know he's a fool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes a dog he don't know he's a dog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I do stupid things to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I really don't mean it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes a man &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just don't be a man &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not an excuse &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just how it is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes the wrong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't know that they're wrong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes the strong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ain't always so strong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes a girl Is gon' be a girl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She don't wanna deal with all the drama in your world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God knows I don't mean to give it to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So girl I'm sorry for the stupid things I wish I didn't do but I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh so sorry, oh no, oh so sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I wish I was smarter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wish I was a bit more like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not making stupid decisions made at the last minute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You live to regret when it's through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, sometimes the fool doesn't know he's a fool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And sometimes a dog he don't know he's a dog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I do stupid things to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I really didn't mean it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes a man &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just don't be a man &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not an excuse &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just how it is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes the wrong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't know that they're wrong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes the strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't always be strong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes a girl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is gon' be a girl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She don't wanna deal with all the drama in your world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God knows I don't mean to give it to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So girl I'm sorry for the stupid things I wish I didn't do but I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes the fool doesn't know he's a fool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes a dog he don't know he's a dog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I do stupid things to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I really didn't mean it at all, at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-114829088123360662?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/114829088123360662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=114829088123360662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114829088123360662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114829088123360662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/05/ayos-730am-ay-nagising-kami-upang.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-114778926567288738</id><published>2006-05-16T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T16:29:39.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;IBA-IBANG KAISIPANG PUMAPASOK SA AKING ISIP = RANDOM THOUGHTS&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am fixing Monica's blog. I chose the skin and she approved it. I made her profile, links, etc. GOT A PROBLEM. I can't put the tagboard. I think the problem goes with the skin. To see her blog, click &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://moniquuemoniquue.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:yellow;"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I want to go to Cavite tomorrow, and I WILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I hate MTRCB. &lt;i&gt;The Da Vinci Code&lt;/i&gt; was R-18. But oh, I can pretend that I'm 18. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Enrolment tomorrow. I need to wake up early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm planning to change my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I want a new life. HAHA. I want not to hate anyone anymore. I want to make praying a habit of mine. I want not to be lazy. I want CHANGE. HAHA! Good luck to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm craving for Strawberry Ice @ Ice Monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm half excited for school. I MISS MY FRIENDS AND MY BEST FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Parang kabute yung ulan. Sumusulpot na lang bigla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The best twelve-year-old writer I ever know is ILENA. HAHA! Love her "I don't get the point" statements. Love her deep thoughts. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. For Mikee's fans, click &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://meltingpen.blogspot.com"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I hate GMA for approving E-VAT. Grr. Ang laki na talaga ng Meralco bill namin. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. "It's okay to cry as hard and as long as you want to. Just make sure that when you stop crying, &lt;b&gt;YOU WON'T CRY FOR THE SAME REASON ANYMORE.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-114778926567288738?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/114778926567288738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=114778926567288738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114778926567288738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114778926567288738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/05/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-114734937449853455</id><published>2006-05-11T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T20:09:34.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't think of anything with sense to write about. haha. Uhm. *isip mode* Ah. Alam ko na. May naisip akong gusto ko ishare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;EFFECTIVE PALA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem funny for some people seeing/hearing someone praying. Oo nga naman, sabi nila, bobolahin muna si Jesus at pagkatapos nun, manghihingi lang pala. Tama nga naman talaga sila. haha. Ako din naman kasi ganun. Natatawa. Dati. Oo, dati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagbago ang pananaw ko sa pagdarasal nang masubukan kong gawin ito. "Wow, effective!", ang mga salitang tangi kong nasabi. Nahiya tuloy ako kay Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung iisipin niyo na maaaring coincidence lang na nagkatotoo ang ipinagdasal ko ay nagkakamali kayo. Muli ko itong sinubukan. Wow. Effective pa rin. Kaso, siguro nagtatampo na si Jesus sa 'kin kasi nagdadasal lang ako pag may kailangan ako sa kanya. Well, iba talaga siya dahil kahit gano'n ay pinagbibigyan niya ko. From the heart naman kasi yung pagdarasal ko. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon, naniniwala na ako sa Kanya. He can do miracles. Simple ones. Tama nga. Dahil sa pagdarasal, napapalapit tayo sa Kanya. Siguro yun yung paraan na ginagamit niya sa'tin para lalong mapatatag yung faith natin sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, effective ang prayer. Hindi ako relihiyosa. Hindi ako mahilig magsimba. Hindi ako mahilig magrosaryo. Hindi ako mahilig magdasal. Boring ang mga yun para sa kin. Pero, naniniwala na ko sa presence Niya. And someday, I hope I can proudly say, "I have strong faith."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-114734937449853455?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/114734937449853455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=114734937449853455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114734937449853455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114734937449853455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-cant-think-of-anything-with-sense-to.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-114665208735182053</id><published>2006-05-03T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T18:37:58.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I watched AIR CRASH INVESTIGATION in NGC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're having an investigation about the air crash (haha!) of Egypt 990(?) almost seven years ago. The researchers underwent a number of studies to know the cause of that incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most possible scenarios they concluded is that the co-pilot INTENTIONALLY made the plane crash. You may wonder where the pilot is, he's in the comfort room. The co-pilot is the only one in the cockpit. And when the pilot went back, he repeatedly asked, "What's happening?". But then he got no answer, except hearing the words, "I RELY IN GOD."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that scenario is true, then the co-pilot murdered almost 216 persons and had committed SUICIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;SUICIDE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;POVERTY. SEARCH FOR AFFECTION. FAMILY. LOVE.&lt;/b&gt; solution?&lt;b&gt; SUICIDE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DYING is not the solution. KILLING YOURSELF is not the solution.&lt;/b&gt; Di ba dapat ang problema ang pinapatay? Hindi ang namomroblema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag nagpakamatay ka, hindi mo ba alam na mas mabigat na problema ang papasanin mo? At iyon ang &lt;b&gt;buhay impyerno.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they say, when you have a very big problem, tell to it, &lt;b&gt;"HEY. I HAVE A BIGGER GOD!".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nila, "Bakit ko pa kailangan mabuhay kung nabubuhay naman ako sa isang napakainit na apoy?". Oo nga naman. Bakit pa? Ngunit sa kabilang banda, itanong mo na rin, &lt;b&gt;BAKIT HINDE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suicide...usong-uso ngayon. &lt;b&gt;How stupid are those who do that. Kill yourself to kill your problems? Stupid act. Poor you, coward people. Sayang ang mga pangarap niyo. Sayang ang mga natutunan niyo. Sayang ang oras na ginugol upang malikha kayo. Sayang ang buhay na binigay Niya. Sayang.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote from Chuck Palahniuk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote by Bill Maher:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Suicide is man's way of telling God, 'You can't fire me-I quit.'"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote by Charles Colton:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Suicide sometimes proceeds from cowardice, but not always; for cowardice sometimes prevents it; since as many live because they are afraid to die, as die because they are afraid to live."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;REMEMBER, SUICIDE IS A PERMANENT SOLUTION TO A TEMPORARY PROBLEM. WHY KILL YOURSELF? LIFE WILL DO IT FOR YOU.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-114665208735182053?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/114665208735182053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=114665208735182053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114665208735182053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114665208735182053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/05/yesterday-i-watched-air-crash.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-114614759127452752</id><published>2006-04-27T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T22:23:17.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;---ENDORSER NG MGA LIBRO---&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;BOB ONG&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga librong may tatak-Bob Ong ay sadyang nakamamangha. Ang ABNKKBSNPLAko ay sadyang nakapagbibigay-inspirasyon. Lalo na sa mga mag-aaral na katulad natin. Makakarelate ka sa kwento ng kanyang buhay. Habang binabasa mo ang bawat salita sa kanyang libro, tila'y sinasabi ng iyong isip, "ABA! AKO ITO AH!". Sa bandang huli ay mapagtatanto mo na lang na, "OO NGA NOH. NAIINTINDIHAN KO NA RIN KUNG BAKIT SILA GANO'N." Take note: True Story ito. Pinagsanib na comedy at drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAN BROWN&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! The best author. The most intelligent author. So brilliant. There's a web connecting every detail of his stories. &lt;i&gt;Yung hindi biglang susulpot na lang yung impormasyon.&lt;/i&gt; Logically smart. For me, he's the best ever. He can make your heart beat faster. He can give you a nightmare. His books can make you logically-good giving you the ability to solve your problems nang hindi &lt;i&gt;basta-basta.&lt;/i&gt; Lastly, your money's worth it. A real WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;MITCH ALBOM&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate your life? Then, read inspirational books. Tuesdays with Morrie is a true story. Each chapter focuses on one aspect of life. &lt;i&gt;Mas lalo mong maiintindihan ang buhay kung babasahin mo ito.&lt;/i&gt; Another is The Five People You Meet in Heaven. Oh, there's a Filipina character here. :D I wonder where Mitch Albom got those inspiring words of him in his books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;..................&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds ironic, but I'm not a bookworm. Really not. I read books, siguro one book in three months. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-114614759127452752?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/114614759127452752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=114614759127452752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114614759127452752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114614759127452752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/04/endorser-ng-mga-libro-bob-ong-ang-mga.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-114614573221667944</id><published>2006-04-27T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T21:53:03.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Tutuban Centermall-Gateway-Shopwise-Gateway-Banco de Oro-SM Centerpoint&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan. Sa mga lugar na iyan ako naglakbay sa araw na ito. Masaya ako dahil nakarating na rin ako sa Divisoria, sa wakas. Subalit, medyo nahilo ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumunta kami sa Gateway, sa Shopwise, at muli kaming bumalik sa Gateway. Nang pauwi na kami ay dumaan kami sa bangko at dumiretso sa SM Centerpoint. Namiss ko ang Ice Monster. Syempre, Strawberry Ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa araw na ito, napagtanto ko ang pagkakaiba ng iba't ibang antas ng mga tao sa lipunan. Nakakaculture shock na galing ako sa Divisoria tapos pupunta ako sa Gateway. HAHA. Ibang-iba yung mga taong nakakasalamuha mo sa isang lugar at sa isa pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totoo pala na ang Maynila ay isang lungsod ng &lt;i&gt;extremes&lt;/i&gt;. 'Pag mahirap ka, mahirap na mahirap ka. At 'pag mayaman ka naman, sumosobra pa sa sobra ang iyong kayamanan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napagtanto ko na ang Maynila pala ay parang isang teleserye. Ang bida, api-apihan. Nagpapakaduwag. Laging kawawa. Samantalang ang mga kontrabida, ang laging nagmumukhang bida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang galing ni God noh? Buti na lang nilikha niyang balanse ang mundo. Ang tao naman, sinisira ang pagkabalanseng ito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-114614573221667944?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/114614573221667944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=114614573221667944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114614573221667944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114614573221667944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/04/tutuban-centermall-gateway-shopwise.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-114614351992010176</id><published>2006-04-27T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T21:19:26.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;SOULMATES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Erika Carreon - We have the same likes and dislikes. We are the same in almost everything. Haha. Nung kaklase ko 'to, sabay kami pag uwian. Pero di pa kami masyadong close nun. Haha. And then, this summer, medyo nagkakuwentuhan kami one time. Tapos yun, tuluy-tuloy na. So far, she knows many things about me. In fact, almost all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Rona Po - My WEIRDmate. Mga bagay na medyo may kawirduhan:&lt;br /&gt;          @ bampira. buhay pag gabi at madaling-araw.&lt;br /&gt;          @ alas-dose nang umaga ang oras ng paliligo namin.&lt;br /&gt;          @ pinapatulog kami ng kape.&lt;br /&gt;          @ allergic kami sa fake earrings.&lt;br /&gt;          @ kahit saan niyo kami dalhin ay maliligaw kami. (wala kaming kaalam-alam sa mga lugar.)&lt;br /&gt;          @ mahilig sa mga jokes. yung mga super corny ay tinatawanan pa rin namin.&lt;br /&gt;          @ di pantay ang aming body anatomy. scoliotic eh. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;          @ at marami pang iba. :) di man weird sa inyo, para sa'min ay weird na yun. WEIRD NOH? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ayan. Nagshare lamang ako. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-114614351992010176?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/114614351992010176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=114614351992010176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114614351992010176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114614351992010176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/04/soulmates-1-erika-carreon-we-have-same.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-114613829570125902</id><published>2006-04-26T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T20:56:56.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm done editing cay's blog. I put one of her pics from her Multiply there. Haha. But it's not a job well done. Pero ok na rin. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, our unlimited internet will be disconnected already. Kasi naman, 24/7 ang gamitan. Ibabalik na lang daw sa June. :( It means, I cannot update my blog this May.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start my summer lessons. HAHA. Not guitar. I lost interest in it already. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now I wasn't able to do an entry about FAITH. I really want to. But I still don't have enough faith to defend faith. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-114613829570125902?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/114613829570125902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=114613829570125902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114613829570125902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114613829570125902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-done-editing-cays-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-114570397473906940</id><published>2006-04-22T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T19:38:57.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/2469/1600/Image(801).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" height="293" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/135/2469/320/Image%28801%29.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;PHOTO COURTESY OF GEMEILE&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemeile's Hamburger. May anak pa! I so love this! Grabe. Addicted. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Gemeile for the pic and sa paglagay sa entry ko! Haha! Mwah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-114570397473906940?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/114570397473906940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=114570397473906940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114570397473906940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114570397473906940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/04/photo-courtesy-of-gemeile-gemeiles_22.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-114559972317492754</id><published>2006-04-21T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T15:00:56.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;CRYING&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying, for me, is a humble act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, humble. Few people can cry in front of many people. Fewer can consider themselves human and that Someone is higher than they are. Fewest can accept their weaknesses. Their imperfections. These make crying an act of humility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;CRYING: A STRONG or A WEAK ACT?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong. Because you can accept that life is a very crooked road. That you can't journey alone. That you need God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weak. A sign of grief. You feel like giving up. You can't push yourself to stand again and face life. You just wanted to cry and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge for yourself the answer to my question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I know things are not meant for me, I learn to let go. It doesn't mean I'm weak, But I'm just showing how strong I am to fight the urge of wanting something I'm not supposed to have"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the same with crying. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Charles Dickens, Great Expectations, 1860&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true. &lt;i&gt;overlying our hard hearts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;..............................&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm not satisfied with this entry. My head's aching, that's why. My thoughts aren't in my mind. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-114559972317492754?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/114559972317492754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=114559972317492754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114559972317492754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114559972317492754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/04/crying-crying-for-me-is-humble-act.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-114519293643060231</id><published>2006-04-16T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T21:08:56.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>7am, we arrived home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8am, they attended Mass. Yes, &lt;i&gt;they.&lt;/i&gt; I left here because I'm not feeling well. Really not well that until now I ain't well. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept for so long. I watched &lt;i&gt;Your Song.&lt;/i&gt; Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to like and love the song, "To Love Again" by U-Turn. I just can't stop singing it. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;the radio's fine, it helps me forget for a while&lt;br /&gt;i look back and recall those days i had with you&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i need a friend just to make it through&lt;br /&gt;another day is spent without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;you, you gave me all the reasons to live&lt;br /&gt;but then you have to go&lt;br /&gt;and I just got to let you know&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard to love again&lt;br /&gt;just to make it through another day is spent without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and i don't wanna go on pretending&lt;br /&gt;that it's gonna be a happy ending&lt;br /&gt;if I should love again&lt;br /&gt;once i learn to love again&lt;br /&gt;and though it will never be the same without you baby&lt;br /&gt;this pain inside is driving me crazy&lt;br /&gt;coz it's hard to love again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends are great they cheer me up for sometimes&lt;br /&gt;but when the day is gone&lt;br /&gt;my mind is back again with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh God I need a friend&lt;br /&gt;just to make it through another day is spent without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes it's hard to love again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love songs about &lt;i&gt;goodbye's.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-114519293643060231?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/114519293643060231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=114519293643060231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114519293643060231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114519293643060231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/04/7am-we-arrived-home.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-114519224468471339</id><published>2006-04-16T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T20:57:25.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;holy week days&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 13 - We arrived in Bulacan at 3pm. I missed the house, and my relatives in the father side. Mass at 5 til 7pm. Kwentuhan. Tawanan. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 14 - &lt;font color="yellow"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BEST FRIEND, IKAY!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I greeted her at 12. I'm so sleepy that time. :D I hate myself 'coz my idea didn't come to my mind earlier. Anyway, bawi na lang ako next time. Hope there's still next time! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO MY SCOLIOSIS OPERATION!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Oh, I feel like it's just yesterday. Time is so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY ONE YEAR TO ME, BEING STRONG PHYSICALLY!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY TWO MONTHS TO HER, BEING STRONG EMOTIONALLY!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Enough of that. Back to Bulacan. We joined the &lt;i&gt;prusisyon!&lt;/i&gt; I'm so bad I didn't take it seriously. Ate annalyn and I were sharing stories instead of praying and reflecting. Sorry God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 15 - I was texting with many people just to tell stories how happy am I there. :D Nag-ayusan din kami ng mga buhok namin. Took pictures and videos. Kwentuhan again. Oh yes! Tita Icay suggested for me to take Business Management at Ateneo if I would pass. Hope so. How my aunt knew that I really love business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagined myself one morning waking up going to a university. Three years to come. But time is so fast that as if it will be in reality in just three days! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 16 - Midnight: Ate Lyn and I joined in bed. Ang saya talaga. Todo tawa kami. &lt;i&gt;As if it would be our last laughters.&lt;/i&gt; Eto pa. We're so ignorant that we don't know how to turn on our tita's cellphone. We tried every way to turn it on, pero di talaga namin magawa. After one hour, I made it! How innocent are we! Hehe. &lt;i&gt;Di kasi kami sanay sa sobrang mamahaling cellphone!&lt;/i&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5am, we left Bulacan. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-114519224468471339?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/114519224468471339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=114519224468471339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114519224468471339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114519224468471339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/04/holy-week-days-april-13-we-arrived-in.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-114519054321450678</id><published>2006-04-12T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T20:29:03.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My cousins left hours ago. They stayed here for 3 days. Of course, we had fun. For three days, our house was a MESS. But it's worth it. Masaya naman kame eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, I have come to realize something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's happier to spend time with people around you than to engage yourself with technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagsasawa na ko sa text, internet, tv, at iba pa. Dahil hindi naman talaga kayang pantayan ng mga ito ang kasiyahang nabibigay pag kasama mo ang iyong mga kaibigan at pamilya. *love my cousins!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-114519054321450678?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/114519054321450678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=114519054321450678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114519054321450678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114519054321450678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-cousins-left-hours-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-114458558969532864</id><published>2006-04-09T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T20:39:00.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLUB PUNTA FUEGO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ginising ako, 5am. Kasama ko ang dalawa kong kapatid, pinsan na si Chesca, si lola, at ang tito't tita ko. Pupunta kami sa Batangas dahil sa isang outing ng kumpanyang Maersk, kung saan ang aking Tita ang Assistant Manager.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Habang nasa sasakyan ako, nakatingin ako sa mundo. At aking napagtanto na maganda pa rin pala ito, sa kabila ng kapabayaan nating lahat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nakarating kami sa Club Punta Fuego pagkalipas ng dalawang oras at kalahati. Sinalubong kami ng mga &lt;em&gt;usherettes &lt;/em&gt;na nag-aalok ng malamig na &lt;em&gt;fresh orange juice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Naglakad ako at dumungaw sa ibaba. Namangha ako kung gaano kaganda ang lugar kung saan ako nakaapak. Isang napakalawak at napakalinaw na &lt;em&gt;beach. &lt;/em&gt;Sa sobrang linaw ay makikita mo ang tunay na kagandahan nito-ang mga bato, &lt;em&gt;shells,&lt;/em&gt; maliliit na isda, &lt;em&gt;corals,&lt;/em&gt; at iba pa. Kahit nasa itaas ako ay kitang-kita ko ang mga iyon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kung ikukumpara ko ang lugar na ito sa isa pa, maihahantulad ko ito sa &lt;em&gt;Boracay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9:30am nang makita ko ang aking sarili na lumalangoy sa &lt;em&gt;beach &lt;/em&gt;na iyon. Masarap sa pakiramdam ang maalat ang tubig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11:00am nang makita ko naman ang aking sarili sa &lt;em&gt;pool. &lt;/em&gt;Kakaiba ito sa lahat ng &lt;em&gt;pool&lt;/em&gt; sa Pilipinas na nakita ko. Walang &lt;em&gt;chlorine. &lt;/em&gt;Malinaw. Mapayapa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12:00noon ay tinawag na kami upang kumain. &lt;em&gt;Buffet style. &lt;/em&gt;Kaunti lamang ang kinain ko dahil nabusog na ako sa kasiyahang dinala sa akin ng mga unang pangyayari. Tila hindi ko naramdaman na kahapon lamang ay isa akong problemadong tao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1:00pm nang bumalik ako sa &lt;em&gt;pool.&lt;/em&gt; Umupo lamang ako doon at &lt;em&gt;nagtext. &lt;/em&gt;Kausap ko sina Mimax, Erika, at Gelli. Nalungkot ako sa pag-uusap namin ni Mimax. Naramdaman ko na bumabalik na naman sa aking isip ang mga problemang iniwan ko sa bahay. Nag-uusap naman kami ni Erika tungkol kay Bianca Gonzales na minamanghaan namin. At kami ni Gelli, tungkol sa mga pinapangarap namin. &lt;em&gt;Luxuries,&lt;/em&gt; ika nga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4:00pm ay naligo na kami. Hay. Oras na upang bumalik sa isang maingay na mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5:00pm ay umalis na nga kami roon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6:30pm nang huminto kami sa isang restaurant. Doon kami naghapunan. Masarap at &lt;em&gt;napaka-unique &lt;/em&gt;ng mga pagkain doon. Nakatikim ako ng &lt;em&gt;tawilis &lt;/em&gt;na sa Lawa ng Taal lamang makikita. Uminom kami ng &lt;em&gt;Fresh Buko Juice&lt;/em&gt; na nasa &lt;em&gt;shell&lt;/em&gt; pa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8:30pm ay nakabalik na kami sa Cavite, sa bahay ng aking pinsan sa &lt;em&gt;Villa de Primarosa&lt;/em&gt;. Diretso sa kama, sabay tulog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This will be so memorable!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahaha! Bakit kaya ako nagtatagalog sa entry na ito? Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PS: Hindi maalis sa isipan ko na ang isang bahay doon ay nagkakahalaga ng P60M. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-114458558969532864?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/114458558969532864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=114458558969532864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114458558969532864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114458558969532864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/04/club-punta-fuegoginising-ako-5am.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-114429831706859751</id><published>2006-04-06T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T13:17:53.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;CHANGE&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was last January when I read Tuesdays with Morrie- a book where readers can pick more than a hundred lessons. But among those, one thing resurfaces. &lt;strong&gt;And that is the fact that everything changes. Yes. Nothing is ever permanent in this world except CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Our world is encountering a lot of changes. Before, it was as good as when God made it. But now, a dying Earth is what our eyes could see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plants... animals... NAME IT...&lt;strong&gt; everything changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...as to &lt;strong&gt;people...&lt;/strong&gt;we're &lt;strong&gt;part&lt;/strong&gt; of the creation. So &lt;strong&gt;we,&lt;/strong&gt; too, &lt;strong&gt;change.&lt;/strong&gt; Not only physically, but also &lt;strong&gt;spiritually.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We change. Therefore, &lt;strong&gt;relationships change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are times when I try to open my eyes to see what my eyes could not literally see. I suddenly notice that the world is turning. Turning continuously. It never stops. As I look at the mirror, I saw myself. I who never been that way. I grow, of course. My attitudes change, as yours. And yes. Like me, people around change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I read an entry from my friend's blog. She's sad because their relationship with her friend couldn't be the way it was before. Who are they before? Like sisters. Very close and open. Now. I admit. Both of them changed individually. And the result? Their friendship was affected. A distance between them slowly came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. That became a &lt;strong&gt;problem.&lt;/strong&gt; For them...for me...&lt;strong&gt;for us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly, I realized something. I learned something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ATTACHMENT AND DETACHMENT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For me, one law in life is to join the turning world. Join the changing world. Adapt into it. Learn to be flexible...open...and don't be rigid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. &lt;strong&gt;Learn to be sensitive to the changes around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Detach&lt;/strong&gt; yourself to the &lt;strong&gt;old&lt;/strong&gt; one, and&lt;strong&gt; attach&lt;/strong&gt; to the &lt;strong&gt;new &lt;/strong&gt;one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether the change is good or bad, you could &lt;strong&gt;never stop&lt;/strong&gt; it. But you can &lt;strong&gt;refrain&lt;/strong&gt; from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Detach. Take what is good from the old and learn from the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attach. Be ready to accept the new ones. We have minds. We have hearts. We should know how to discern. To decide.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things are for sure: &lt;strong&gt;WE COULD NEVER GO BACK TO THE PAST. It's past. And could never be present. Learn from the past. And live it out at present. Second: God knows what He's doing. Definitely. It's for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smile and turn. Like you are on top of the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;..........................................&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entry for: Ikay, Nona, Ilena, Patricia Conlu, Mimax and others inspired by my previous entries. :-D Thanks guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-114429831706859751?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/114429831706859751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=114429831706859751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114429831706859751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114429831706859751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/04/change-it-was-last-january-when-i-read.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-114354294794885754</id><published>2006-03-29T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T20:04:20.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;"GOODBYE": the hardest word to say&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it's not "i love you" nor "i'm sorry" the hardest words to say. All of us can say those words insincerely...artificially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to the word &lt;b&gt;"GOODBYE"&lt;/b&gt;...it could never be easy. Yes, it can never be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leaving someone&lt;/b&gt; that had been part of your life, especially when that person had been the &lt;b&gt;BIGGEST PART&lt;/b&gt; of your life, is for me, the &lt;b&gt;hardest thing&lt;/b&gt; to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, &lt;b&gt;being left is as hard as leaving.&lt;/b&gt; As they say, everything works in pairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend experienced the most painful days in her life when she was left by her boyfriend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*STORY*&lt;br /&gt;The guy needs to go out-of-country to study and of course, work there. It definitely means, he will stay there forever. So he decided to break-up with my friend. The day he broke-up was supposedly their fourth month of being together. My friend shed a bucket of tears that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the guy was already in that certain country, he started sending e-mail's, SMS, and all ways to communicate with my friend. But he got no answer. My friend doesn't want him to worry about her. She doesn't want to answer because she doesn't want to miss him. And that is the best way to get over him easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days passed. Both of them cry every night. Sad and depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After weeks, the guy decided to forget my friend. And he told my friend to forget him also. "MAGKALIMUTAN". And that decision ended everything. Now, they act as if they're strangers to each other. They lost everything...from the time they first met until the last day they are together. Everything were put into waste. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true that it takes &lt;b&gt;minutes&lt;/b&gt; to say "i love you" and "i'm sorry" but it takes &lt;b&gt;forever&lt;/b&gt; to say "goodbye".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Ivy Baker Priest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"The world is so round and the place which may seem like the end may also be the beginning."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we should think that saying "goodbye" marks something to begin. Maybe &lt;b&gt;a new life.&lt;/b&gt; A life facing the day with a smile. A life thanking the Lord for giving you that person even if he can't be with you forever. A life where you have &lt;b&gt;another purpose for living.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that when God takes someone from you, He replaces it with someone &lt;b&gt;more precious.&lt;/b&gt; Someone that will &lt;b&gt;fill your emptiness.&lt;/b&gt; Someone that will make you &lt;b&gt;understand&lt;/b&gt; why someone needs to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by George Eliot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, we realize the importance of a person when he/she leaves you. You realize how hard it is to live life without him/her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you also learn to &lt;b&gt;live independently...to be strong...to live life by yourself.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learn to &lt;b&gt;appreciate the simple things God gives you...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those are your &lt;b&gt;FRIENDS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends who give you the &lt;b&gt;strength&lt;/b&gt; to face another life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They &lt;b&gt;recognize your weaknesses&lt;/b&gt; and try to change them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sila yung mga taong iniwan mo nung mga times na nakahanap ka ng taong papalit sa kanila. Oo, iniwan mo ng dahil sa isang taong iiwan ka din pala.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in spite of that, they are still there. Ready to give you &lt;b&gt;another "Hello!"&lt;/b&gt; after you hear &lt;b&gt;a painful "Goodbye"&lt;/b&gt; from someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my final words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;DON'T CRY BECAUSE IT'S OVER. SMILE COZ IT HAPPENNED.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-114354294794885754?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/114354294794885754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=114354294794885754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114354294794885754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114354294794885754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/03/goodbye-hardest-word-to-say-for-me-its.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-114326764218151407</id><published>2006-03-26T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T14:33:59.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;DESTINY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i believe in destiny? a part of me says yes. a part says no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but first, what's destiny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when people hear that word, most of them associate it with LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;advisers say to their friend who's after a break-up, "OK lang yan. Di lang talaga sya ang para sayo. Destiny lang yan. Kung kayo, kayo talaga. Pagtatagpuin kayo ng tadhana."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;destiny - tadhana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHEN YOU BELIEVE IN DESTINY, YOU BELIEVE THAT GOD HAS A VERY BIG BOOK, WHERE EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED AND WILL HAPPEN IN THIS WORLD IS WRITTEN. ALL THINGS WERE ALREADY PLANNED. AND PEOPLE WILL JUST LIVE IT OUT. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destiny is like a movie script. The &lt;b&gt;WRITER&lt;/b&gt; is &lt;b&gt;GOD.&lt;/b&gt; The &lt;b&gt;SCRIPT&lt;/b&gt; is the &lt;b&gt;BIG BOOK.&lt;/b&gt; The &lt;b&gt;ACTORS&lt;/b&gt; are &lt;b&gt;WE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THEY&lt;/b&gt; say: Destiny is for &lt;b&gt;LOSERS.&lt;/b&gt; It's just a &lt;b&gt;LAME EXCUSE&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;b&gt;LETTING&lt;/b&gt; things happen to you instead of &lt;b&gt;MAKING&lt;/b&gt; them happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its &lt;b&gt;CHOICE,&lt;/b&gt; not chance, that determines your destiny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to my question: Do i believe in destiny? A part of me says yes. A part says no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why YES? Why NO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in school, our teachers always say, &lt;b&gt;MAKE GOD THE CENTER OF YOUR LIVES.&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;FOR ME,&lt;/b&gt; it's like saying &lt;b&gt;"BELIEVE IN DESTINY"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of destiny, you just let God control your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i'm that person. i dont let myself worry about things. "hindi naman ako pababayaan ni God eh. binibigyan niya ko ng problems na alam niyang kaya kong malampasan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most people think the same way. and what's the effect of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they don't do things to overcome those problems. they don't exert effort knowing that God will give them the solution. &lt;b&gt;INSTANT SOLUTION.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my friends have problems, i used to tell them that it's God's will to give them those. and He always have reasons. i'm saying those advices even though i know i'm making them weak...making them depend in destiny. in life, you can't just accept all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a quote by Aung San Suu Kyi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"We achieve everything by our EFFORTS alone. Our fate is not decided by an almighty God. We decide our own fate by our actions. You have to gain mastery over yourself...It is NOT a matter of sitting back and accepting."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another by Henry Miller:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Every man has his own destiny: the only imperative is to follow it, to accept it, no matter where it leads him."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we really need &lt;b&gt;JUST&lt;/b&gt; to &lt;b&gt;FOLLOW, ACCEPT,&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;LET&lt;/b&gt; it &lt;b&gt;LEAD&lt;/b&gt; us? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's right or wrong to believe in destiny. but i'm leaving you with these words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;Have faith. Let God guide you. But not live life for you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;.................&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all my opinions. And the quotes are opinions of other people. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-114326764218151407?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/114326764218151407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=114326764218151407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114326764218151407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114326764218151407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/03/destiny-do-i-believe-in-destiny-part.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-114321802266313355</id><published>2006-03-25T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T00:33:42.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;so happy. so impressed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so happy that i found someone same with me. we're same confused people asking same things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coindence, we love same authors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i accidentally found myself reading her blog entries. i was very much impressed of what she's writing there. about life. about her life. about how she looks about life. it's everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to talk to her because i think we can relate with each other. i dont know. i thought im the only person in this world thinking about that thing. but certainly, my faith takes off that CONFUSE-NESS. and let my life go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is she? yes. she's a theresian. a batchmate of mine. im deeply impressed with her. even the very first time i heard her name because of a poem their group did. it'a a "WOW!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-114321802266313355?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/114321802266313355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=114321802266313355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114321802266313355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114321802266313355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-114318162389094991</id><published>2006-03-25T06:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T14:02:41.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;A LETTER TO THE ONE GOD HAS PREPARED FOR ME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wondering at this very minute if you are thinking of me, if like me, you are wondering what is taking us so long to find each other. Many times I thought I finally found you only to be disillusioned by the fact that my wait has not yet ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get up each morning hoping, dreaming, longing to see you. I am thinking of how we will meet, would it be as romantic as the ones I have seen in the movie? Or is it posssible that I have known you all my life but we have yet to realize that we are meant for each other? Oh, how I wish you were here right now, because you are the only one who has the answers to all my questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I ask myself if I have ever really known 'LoVe'. I do not have the answer to that question either but I believe that, more often than not, we will never really know what love is until we find the right person...and since I have not found you yet, then maybe I do not know what love is!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just don't know how often I dream of finally knowing what it feels like to be in your arms. Even at this moment I am imagining how you will simply sweep me off my feet! Perhaps I would be drawn to you by your smile, or your eyes, or maybe even how you manage to make me laugh by your silly little ways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know for sure but I am praying that God will help me recognize you when the right time comes. I think of all the pain I have gone through in the past and of how much I have cried since the day I began my search. I just wanted you to know that I find my strength in clinging onto my vision of the beautiful life ahead of me --- the life I shall spend with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind and in my heart I know that you are worth all the pain and sacrifice. After all, the tears have become a part of my life and I believe that they are slowly washing away my flaws so that I would become perfect, not PeRfEcT in its truest sense but perfect --- for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you've gone through so much pain as well. I wonder if you've been hurt so many times along the journey. But my dearest one, please don't ever give up because I am right here...patiently waiting for you! I assure you that when we finally find each other I would slowly heal those wounds by my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night I would look out my windows and stare at the beautiful sky, hoping that somehow you are also looking up and wondering about me. I utter a silent prayer and send all my cries to the heavens above, thinking in time they would reach you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I feel impatient, I just close my eyes and believe that you are on your way and that you are longing to see me as well. It is funny but when I finally fall asleep, it is still you I think of, for you are always in my dreams. It seems that for now, that is the only place where I can hold on to you, long enough to tell you how much I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams you would kiss away my fears and wrap me with your arms of love. And this, all the more, makes me want to wake up and face the new day ahead with the hope that soon enough, you will no longer be a dream but a reality and once again I am assured that you are worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the time comes, everything will fall into its place, just as I imagined, just as I had thought and dreamed, just as I had believed it would be! By then, I would simply look back and smile at all that I have gone through, in spite of the pain and amidst the simple joys of life --- and I would be very thankful because they all led me to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, take care of yourself for me. Hold on to our dream and don't even think of letting go. Believe in your heart that we will find each other no matter what happens. God has planned the course and it is up to us to follow the directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't worry, don't be afraid of getting lost, God saw to it that all roads, no matter which one you choose to follow, leads to Me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-114318162389094991?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/114318162389094991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=114318162389094991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114318162389094991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114318162389094991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/03/letter-to-one-god-has-prepared-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-114317842081355326</id><published>2006-03-25T05:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T13:38:16.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;PARA SA MGA KAIBIGAN KONG GUSTO NA MAGPAKAMATAY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy, heart-broken, tried to jump off a building. He was about to let go when a girl asked him to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl said, &lt;b&gt;"DON'T LET LOVE KILL YOU. IF YOU JUMP, YOUR FAMILY WILL BE SAD. YOU WILL NEVER HAVE THE CHANCE TO SAY THE UNSPOKEN WORDS OR REVEAL SECRET FEELINGS. and if you die, who's gonna care for your girl and SHE WILL BE IN THE ARMS OF OTHERS."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy cried realizing what the girl said, back off, and asked, "How did you know all of those?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl held his hand, smiled and replied, "Coz I jumped off this building when I got my heart broken." :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-114317842081355326?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/114317842081355326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=114317842081355326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114317842081355326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114317842081355326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/03/para-sa-mga-kaibigan-kong-gusto-na.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-114317769132663155</id><published>2006-03-25T05:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T13:21:31.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;ikay. pam. ize. zina. pat.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ikay - telepono ulet with her. hay. hay. hay. bakit kaya lahat ng problema dinaranas namin? haha. pagsubok ba to? kung oo, ang hirap naman. ganun ba kami kalakas para bigyan nun? siguro nga. yeah ikay. strong kasi tayo eh! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pam - katext ko siya kagabe. sun sya at globe ako. thanks to you. hay. ang laki ng pinagbago mo. pero ok lang. totoo kaya na ayaw ng bestfriend niya na kausapin niya ko? ano ba yun. bakit kaya? hay. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ize - tuesday ata kami ngkatext. haha. nag-away kasi kami nang matagal. tas yun. tas tinext ko siya twice. nung tuesday lang sya nakapagreply. she's in the states. hehe. ingat ka dyan. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;BELATED HAPPY 23!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*zina - haha. biglang nagtext tong batang to. nangangamusta. yes naman. nakaalala! yun lang. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pat - katext ko din hanggang 2am. haha. iyakan sessions. ba yun. basta. hahahaha. tawa na lang. sorry. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-114317769132663155?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/114317769132663155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=114317769132663155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114317769132663155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114317769132663155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/03/ikay.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-114307615619959285</id><published>2006-03-24T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T09:15:16.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;pam and marga.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday nga pla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam replied sa message ko sa kanya last last week. Haha. She's my long-time friend. SUMMER 2004 yung huli naming pag-uusap. She said, "Of course, I do remember you." Short but meaningful. Awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Marga for the testi. I miss you too. Sobra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;mouse.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00 am pa lang gising na ko. Kase kahapon, may pinagawa sa kin yung lolo ko. QUOTATION...it's a contract for his work. I need to type it. Eh tinamad ako kahapon kaya nag-alarm na lang ako ng 6am para gawin yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang ang CORONA Bond Paper ko! Ang dameng nasayang. Nagloloko kasi yung printer. Badtrip. Wrong timing pa yung printer. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundtrip. Aga-aga, nagpatugtog ako. Bat ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tas bloghopping ulet. Haha. Natawa ko sa entry ni eunice. Baet naman ni Gemeile. Haha! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then naghanap ng song for this blog. How To Deal - Frankie J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagtext si Magic. Tinulugan ko ba sya? Oo nga ata. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May pinoproblema ako ngayon... :-( Need HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya na lang ulit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onga pala. I have my mouse na! Yey! Kaya yun ang title! Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-114307615619959285?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/114307615619959285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=114307615619959285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114307615619959285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114307615619959285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/03/pam-and-marga.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-114302057156865069</id><published>2006-03-23T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T17:42:51.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was texting with someone until 1am. Pinakamatagal namin ay hanggang 5am. Haha! Need to break the record!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:05 am...&lt;br /&gt;Ginising ako dahil tumawag si Mrs. dela Pena. So yun. Di ko man lang sya ginreet ng &lt;i&gt;good morning at thank you&lt;/i&gt;. Haha. Kakagising eh! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast then I watched MIRMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, pinanuod ko ulit ung VCD ng Family Day. Namiss ko c Sir Naig. Haha. Nakakatawa yung mga parts na finofocus isa-isa yung mga High School students. Baket?&lt;br /&gt;-halatang halatang nangangawet na sa pagngiti&lt;br /&gt;-yung iba, umirap pa!&lt;br /&gt;-meron din namang dedma lang&lt;br /&gt;-meron pang ngsabe ng "Oh My God" (dahil din ngawit na sa pagngiti)&lt;br /&gt;-huli sa akto yung mga nagdadaldalan&lt;br /&gt;-yung iba, labas pa strap ng bra o kaya yung sando&lt;br /&gt;-at kung ano-ano pa! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV ulet. Palipat-lipat ng palabas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laro naman sa PC kasama ang aking lil sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tas online na. Wala pa din akong mouse. Hirap ng ganung buhay. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloghopping ulit. Then entries for my blog. Yesterday and today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-114302057156865069?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/114302057156865069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=114302057156865069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114302057156865069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114302057156865069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-was-texting-with-someone-until-1am.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-114301983761083435</id><published>2006-03-22T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T17:30:37.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Telepono with Ikay for so long. Our talk mainly focused on two persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got online. Chat kami ni anne. Seryoso nung una tas napunta sa iPod at mga kanta yung usapan. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang ganda ng Worlds Apart sa AXN. Parang two different cultures na pagsasamahin ng buhay. Once ko pa lang yun napanood. May family from America na pumunta sa Africa to live with them. Ang hirap makaadapt sa way of living ng mga Africans. Haha. They stayed there for more than 1 week. Ang ganda ng palabas. Dame kang matututunan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merienda. I and my brother, Carl went to Jollibee para bumili ng snacks. Kaso sabi niya sa 7-11 na lang daw. Haha. Bumili na lang kami ng 3 slurpee at junk foods. Tas bumili din ako ng isaw, definitely hindi sa 7-11. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundtrip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV naman. I love watching PBB. Haha. Produkto ng BOREDOM. Pero OK naman yung palabas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syempre di nawawala ang pagtetext sa daily routine ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. Paulit-ulit na lang ginagawa ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-114301983761083435?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/114301983761083435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=114301983761083435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114301983761083435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114301983761083435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/03/telepono-with-ikay-for-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-114283936047568712</id><published>2006-03-21T07:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T15:51:26.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday - Shaggy Dog. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - General cleaning of my room. I fixed my school things and other stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - We went to Liliw, Laguna. Lunch at McDo and Starbucks. Swimming. Bonding with the kids (Most speak in English.) Buying of slippers and flipflops. A little of texting. &lt;i&gt;Inihaw na liempo&lt;/i&gt; etcetera for dinner. We slept in a VERY BIG kubo. Very cold. Got colds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Fried rice, hotdog, egg, etcetera for breakfast. Then we went at Tita Ann's family's farm (Which is almost like an hacienda.) We picked bell peppers, lettuce, basil leaves, etcetera. Swimming again. &lt;i&gt;Sinigang na baboy, laing,&lt;/i&gt; fish, etcetera for dinner. Drawing Contest for the kids. I myself drew BARBIE. Swimming for the adults. Going Home. AYOKO PA UMUWI. Super saya. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car...mga 10 mins. pa lang kami nagbabiyahe, bigla kong naramdaman na naiihi ako. Mga after 5 mins., saka ko lang sinabi na huminto kami sa gas station para umihi ako. After 3 mins., nakakita kami ng gas station na may CR. Salamat. Relief. Grabe yun ah. 8 mins. ko natiis yun! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and TODAY...&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to Katherine. Di ako pwede ngayon sa Mega Mall. She invited us (I, Hera, Hazel, Tristel, etcetera) for ice skating today. Libre daw nila. Then I called Hera kung pwede siya. Tinatamad daw siya. Ako naman, hindi ATA ako papayagan. And tinamad na rin ako. Kaya yun. Di na lang niya tinuloy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telepono with Hera until 11:00 am. May itatanong lang dapat ako tas humaba na yung usapan. Haha. I'm so excited sa birthday mo! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundtrip after. Produkto ng BOREDOM. Nagpakasenti tuloy ako. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walang mouse ang PC. Kaya ngayon, keyboard lang ginagamit ko. Medyo mahirap kasi di ko magawa yung iba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YM. Wala akong gana makipagchat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogs. Checked others' blogs. Haha. Read their entries. And made a new entry for mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this, soundtrip ulet. Tas telebabad na lang din ulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to go to Cavite. Hay! I will work in my Tita's office. And I'll have salary. Haha. I want that. To survive from BOREDOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two and a half months pa ang vacation. Haba pa. BORED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hera and I are planning to go somewhere sometime. :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-114283936047568712?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/114283936047568712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=114283936047568712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114283936047568712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114283936047568712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/03/thursday-shaggy-dog.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23849411.post-114243129874513281</id><published>2006-03-15T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T22:01:41.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last saturday, I planned to make a new blog. Nakakasawa na kasi yung date eh. And some entries there caused arguments among my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choosing skin: guitar? chucks? life? love? child-like? iPod? and I ended choosing iPod. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still fixing this blog. I find it colorful yet simple. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, we (I, Hera, Maeka, Thea) went to SM North Edsa. At first, kasama namin sina Zina, Bea and Leanne. But they decided to commute because Thea's dad is still fixing something and we have to wait. WAIT for a LONG TIME. But anyway, okay lang kasi LIBRE naman food and pang-Quantum namin. Haha. Thanks to Thea's parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa Quantum...We spent almost P400 for the tokens. We ended having 285 tickets. Yey! We got four bracelets..2 pick-up-sticks..etcetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa Egg..Hera and Maeka bought something. Hera asked P50 from me. Hehe. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day is a SUPER BLAST. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUMMER na. March is full of "&lt;i&gt;lakad&lt;/i&gt;". Swimming. Birthdays. Outings. Etcetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@online since 11:00am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@reading TEEN IDOL (I wasn't able to return it to Ikay last Friday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@had chatted with Ikay, Nona, Aryelle, Mimax, Pumkin, Geline and Gelli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET WELL SOON IKAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23849411-114243129874513281?l=i-am-tinay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/feeds/114243129874513281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23849411&amp;postID=114243129874513281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114243129874513281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23849411/posts/default/114243129874513281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-tinay.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-saturday-i-planned-to-make-new.html' title=''/><author><name>the super me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02896291606506986440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
