<?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-3369536503440345851</id><updated>2011-12-29T13:26:07.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Je'tadore</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-4289430651798437852</id><published>2010-02-14T15:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T15:56:27.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band</title><content type='html'>Look who's back? Apparently, it is true. First love never dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently having a brief celebration after finishing writing my movie review on the movie Pride &amp; Prejudice, having repainted my canvas all over again with black and done writing my visual aids for my lesson tomorrow as a student teacher for English III.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now look who is insanely loaded with schoolworks. And to think that I am terribly sick right now. Sorry for that, I'm not supposed to be ranting about stuff when I'm trying to get back with my first oldschool love. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy hearts day, everyone. And speaking of hearts, I guess my own moment for this day of love just happened a while ago. It's nothing major or grand, it's just a cute little thing that happened out of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, something came back. It's like the feeling of listening to your favorite song since grade six unexpectedly over the radio while having an extremely bad day, it's like the feeling of cuddling in bed with the familiar scent of your room after you've been away for a few weeks, it's like warm nostalgia tickling you up to your bone marrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought it would feel as sweet and new as how it did last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it's not a really lonely single awareness day for me. But a nice one which sort of reminded me that sometimes, kismet does happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. HALLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWW LITTLE MISS THUNDER! Look who's back to blogging? :-" &gt;:*&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-4289430651798437852?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/4289430651798437852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2010/02/sgt-peppers-lonely-hearts-club-band.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/4289430651798437852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/4289430651798437852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2010/02/sgt-peppers-lonely-hearts-club-band.html' title='Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-2596882931852558473</id><published>2009-12-28T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T18:24:03.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear blog</title><content type='html'>I love you more than anything else in the world but things aren't the same anymore. I'm sorry but I have to leave you alone now. This ends badly, I know but I'm officially moving to Tumblr and I'm going to terribly miss you but that's life. I know you won't be okay but please let me tell you how much I appreciate you for being there for me always and forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everythiiiing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I might come back to you someday. And if that happens, I will never leave you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. HEHEHEHE THIS IS TOO SWEET :"""&gt; I  love my blog this much pero I know if I won't do this my blog would keep on hurting because I abandoned it. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.S. I love youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kaisa :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-2596882931852558473?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/2596882931852558473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/2596882931852558473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/2596882931852558473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-blog.html' title='Dear blog'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-4534147813522535743</id><published>2009-11-30T18:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T19:30:02.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two is better than one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, I wasn't able to blog quite properly because internet was so crappy that I lost interest on blogging. Anyways, I felt like blogging now because for sure, after today, that means by tomorrow, we're back with the usual busy routine on school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were out for an entire week due to the Regional Schools Press Conference and well, it sort of paid off. I was awarded 2nd place, Feature Writing English and yes, that makes me qualified to go the National Schools Press Conference on Davao, some date on February 2010. The hell, I'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, yesterday. we had this seminar with the Headwriter/Scriptwriter/Screenwriter/Script director of GMA7, Mr. Don Michael Perez, a graduate of our school. He was so nice and smart and cool and snazzy and well, I love that day! He was so awesome it felt surreal meeting the amazing guy behind amazing TV shows like Darna, Encantadia, Majika, Mulawin, Zaido... and many other countless shows and movies. He even showed us the script for the Shake, Rattle and Roll movie showing this Dec. 25. It was magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound like a fan girl.&lt;br /&gt;But yay, I'm a fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, last night I had this weird conversation with an old friend at YM!. It was weird because we both made kwentos about our sawi na love life and it was sort of awkward because he's a boy and he's... well, I don't know. It was awkward but nice. Hahaha. Wala lang, I just felt like saying kasi I hardly tell my stories to boys. I don't know, basta it doesn't work that way. But it worked fine with him. Maybe because we're of the same wavelength, sawi. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, I got my report card yesterday and I seriously fucked up. My Math, Science and MAPEH grades went down with one point. :| My rank dropped to the 6th. :(((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I hereby promise to do better this next quarter. AS IN BETTER TALAGA. PLEASE LORD. HUHUHUHUHUHU. :(((((((((((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I just wasted another chance to talk to him. I feel bad. I mean, I sorely want to talk to him, to fix things and to clear things up but then he wouldn't let me! I feel so awful because I'm always the one making this much effort for us to talk but then in the end it would all go to waste. Because, what? He's busy? He's too coward? Will it always have to be like this? It's getting exhausting and it's hurting me too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that kind of feeling, the kind of feeling that you just want to forget but at the same time you can't. You want to let go but you're too convicted to hold on. Even if it hurts, even if it's exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like looking and waiting for a shooting star at the middle of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Pointless. Useless. Senseless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I was terribly sick. I have hyper acidity and it had its worst during this weekend. I was vomiting all over and my stomach feels so weird like its turning upside down and I was having colds and stuff. And I was crying all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying from the pain caused by the sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying from a colorful mix of bittersweet emotions playing through my head. A lot has happened and I don't know where to begin or where to end because everything was just so tangled up and you can't really point out what it all boils down to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;He shows up sweet and giddy with this girl. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He ignores me whenever I was looking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He says hi to me when I wasn't looking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He shows up just on time when my name was called.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He talked to me. Haha, I don't even know if you can call it talking, he actually just uttered two words. Looking back, I could've given him a harder comeback instead of a lame and boring, "Salamat." I should've said,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "So you're talking to me now? After what, years of unspoken thoughts and stolen glances? And oh, what's up with your girls? You've got so many of them and what the fuck, I missed you."&lt;/span&gt; And I could've hugged him. But my fatigue was coming over me right then. I was too tired of playing those mind games with him. Too tired of waiting for his promises to come true. Too tired of everything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, I still smiled and there were weird somersaults in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, what is it in you that's causing me all this pain and trouble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-4534147813522535743?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/4534147813522535743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-is-better-than-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/4534147813522535743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/4534147813522535743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-is-better-than-one.html' title='Two is better than one'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-3768015227771855532</id><published>2009-11-29T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:45:44.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're a trainwreck</title><content type='html'>And finally, an urge to blog! After months of being horribly busy, finally! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't find my words just to express whatever I want to. I mean, there's a lot of things that has happened. Major things and I don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JSA;LSKALKALS;ASLKASASGAHSGSHDASDJAWLE;IAFJSKFD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Davao!&lt;br /&gt;Yay! On February 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog properly soon.&lt;br /&gt;Kbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-3768015227771855532?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/3768015227771855532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/11/were-trainwreck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/3768015227771855532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/3768015227771855532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/11/were-trainwreck.html' title='We&apos;re a trainwreck'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-1137205513214874958</id><published>2009-11-13T18:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T18:21:34.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday! I'm in love!</title><content type='html'>I'm so in love because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gonna be participating in Tree Planting program tomorrow then will try to watch LASSAA Cluster meet. And shooting for our opening night presentation for the EchoSem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;By Sunday, project making in Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Practice for Regional Schools PressCon(RSPC) next week, entire week next week. *major epistaxis and brain drain coming*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;EchoSeminar on 20-22.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;RSPC on 25-27. Sleep in! ZZZOMGOMGOMGASASKALSKALSJAKDA :|&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The day right after RSPC, CSIW (Children Science Interactive Workshop)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wow, busy busy busy month.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Short hiatus. Be back by December. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-1137205513214874958?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/1137205513214874958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/11/friday-im-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/1137205513214874958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/1137205513214874958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/11/friday-im-in-love.html' title='Friday! I&apos;m in love!'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-5913366895141962829</id><published>2009-11-07T10:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T10:50:43.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was bitter sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't believe a lot happened in just two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 - 10/05/09&lt;br /&gt;Not much blabbing but here's the thing, I had my event at 12:00-1:00 pm which, roughly translated = LUNCH TIME AND I WAS THERE, STARVING AND SQUEEZING MY BRAIN FOR SOMETHING VALUABLE TO RIGHT ABOUT THE WOMAN OF THE TWENTIETH CENTURY. WAAAAAA. But, I wasn't satisfied with my work, which always happens. Hahaha, talk about low self-esteem though everyone was saying, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"kaya mo yan"&lt;/span&gt; and others words that were supposed to make me believe that I made it to top 5 but rather, they are just making me nervous and pressured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, during the opening program, of all the bad luck and unfortunate events, this one happened. My teacher asked me to go to her house to get her cellphone. I was out for twenty minutes or something and I missed your moment. Sorry. I don't know if it matters to you but may I just say this, I was trying to get back there pretty fast but sadly, I failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days passed with a blur until something happened.&lt;br /&gt;Something I was hoping to happen ever since October 14, if I'm not mistaken with my calculations. After the 38 minutes of talk, of heaven, of bliss. But at the same time, it was something I wasn't ready to face because I know, it would be... ... .?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were walking by the path in the venue when it all happened. It was awkward, okay? Like we were both staring at each other, doubtful and unsure but we smiled, it was cute and shitty. Because supposedly, we would've talked right then and there. But it didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the day, I'm not sure if this is just me, or whatever. But what the fuck, those little stolen and secretive glances between us is killing me. This is so... Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what made things even worst? I guess you're really something now because someone, someone I know, someone I'm very close with, someone I treat as my sister also likes you. Hahahaha, it's awkward everytime they tease her to you, I feel weird. Like I want to make them stop but I'm not jealous, okay. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I'm not jealous.&lt;br /&gt;It's out of place.&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Okay!&lt;br /&gt;FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 -10/06/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment of truth. The last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So things even got tenser, and lamer. Okay, so nothing major happened. Haha, kidding! It was something big, major! AS IN! Everyone of us, all 19 participants got an award and were all qualified for the RSPC! I got 1st place, Feature Writing English :) And we got the award, SCHOOL TOP GROSSER. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with you, hm, still the same. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait, I just have to say this, you also didn't change. Still adorable! :) Hahaha, you were so cute, until now, you still hate being on the spotlight and facing cameras. Hahahahahahaha. That moment will forever make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's all I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to review now. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-5913366895141962829?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/5913366895141962829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-was-bitter-sweet.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/5913366895141962829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/5913366895141962829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-was-bitter-sweet.html' title='It was bitter sweet'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-5489552425206817963</id><published>2009-10-29T16:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:52:27.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is waiting, surrendering, journeying.</title><content type='html'>LA SALETTE SHRINE,&lt;br /&gt;Silang, Cavite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 22, 2009 | 7:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Departure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ride in the bus was so weird and sort of horrible. Puking there, snoring here, flashes there and gruesome and gory movies all night long. Ugh, at least I was able to get around 4 hours of sleep. I guess that was bearable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Camwhoring! Stolen shots!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/b3n81u.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 23-24, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;9 hours of journey and finally, we arrived at Silang.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh, I forgot, we had breakfast at around 4 at Jollibee, Dasma.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then rest rest rest at our dorm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While given the time to rest, we just sleep, ate, sleep, ate, took pictures (before surrendering our cameras and phones) and sleep some more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/2qdokzt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orientation. Zzzzzz.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mass.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And toured around. HOLY MOLYYYYYYYYY. The place was so heavenly. It was like a paradise. Zeeeryooosly, I could live there forever. However, I would be so "holy" because everyone prays and does the eucharistic celebraton everyday! Haha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And as much as I liked the placed because it was just beautiful, there are many wandering spirits there. Like you could sense it even if your third eye is safely closed. Weird and creepy, huh?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And we met Bro. Kennedy a.k.a. Bro. Ken, yep, BroKen, awezzzome, right? He's awesome and yeah, sort of funny. He calls Joshua, JOWSWAH! And he pronounces Michael as MIKAEL, Kurt as KURTSSZZZHSHZZS. Hahahahahaha, okay, that was exaggeration, but really, he's a funny guy! But he's nice, I guess.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had the blindfolded-nakatali-mga-kamay-nakapaa-naglalakbay workshop and hell, it was so good! Hahaha, despite the muddy feet, deep puddle they soaked as in, rough surface we crawled at and everything, it was so cool! Hahahaha, I wanna do it again!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had lots of other activities and they were moments of redemption.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Opened up something to Monique and I don't know if I could ever open up or talk about that topic again. It always brings me to tears. It saddens me. It depresses me. It hurts me. And no, it is not about a boy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cried a lot. :'( :'( Like, really, during the last activity, there were heavy sobs and bawling and tears and it was awful but uplifting once it was all done and after hugging someone whom you know would always be there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last night, last dinner. Aaaww. By the way, the food that we ate during the entire retreat was amazziiiiiiiiiiing! I love my table buddies! Yay for eating! Hahahaha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;October 25, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We thought that we wouldn't be allowed to go on sidetrips because we didn't behave well. But then, to everyone's surprise, the teachers announced we can! And they gave back our phones and cameras and thus, CAMWHORING TIME!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trip to Tagaytay was so awezzzome! Especially with buddies Thea and Maha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to SM North and hell yeah, shopping time! I only got The Time Trabeler's Wife because, well, it's my priority! Haha, and we were only given like, 5 horus to shop. Too short. :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Departure. Aaaww, I'll miss this experience. :'(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;October 26, 2009 | 5:00 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arrival.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Home Sweet Home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made something. First time to use texture, hm, didn't work well. Hahahaha. Pictures were also taken during our retreat, on the bus, on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/144cqza.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS THIS GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-5489552425206817963?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/5489552425206817963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-waiting-surrendering-journeying.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/5489552425206817963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/5489552425206817963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-waiting-surrendering-journeying.html' title='Life is waiting, surrendering, journeying.'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/b3n81u_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-3379352958781814192</id><published>2009-10-17T10:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T14:49:19.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't find the words to write this song</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I've cleared my links list and it narrowed down to a very few people because:&lt;br /&gt;a.) the other blogs are already gone - deleted;&lt;br /&gt;b.) others are not updated for like, what, 5 months?&lt;br /&gt;c.) just because. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you want to be linked, again. Just leave a comment to any of my posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends! Yay! I was so relieved when I found out that I CAN stay home today! Our decorate-our-classroom-and-finish-it-today task for today was postponed! Awesome! Awesome! I was planning to sleep in today but I remembered the activity so I woke up past eight and when I was already about to go to school, I received the good news! Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up yesterday having HUGE eye bags. Yes, not the kind I've had before. I slept late Thursday night to finish my DULA in Filipino which was required to be hand written! I mean, like, HELLO?!? My fingers and eyes almost fell off the papers I was painstakingly writing at. Good thing I finished it, a few minutes before 12. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling awful cause I flunked my grades this 2nd-Semi Quarter. :'( :'( I promise na lang to REALLY STEP UP this coming Quarterly Exams. Thank God mas mabigat ang percent ng Quarterly. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so here's the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been too smile-y lately. And it's kind of weird. And my friends are noticing it already. And I can't hide it. I'm just way too happy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like my addiction. He is. I mean, I always look for him, I want to talk to him, I want to see him and I want the old "us" together. I'm not crossing any lines, just the distance between us, and I just want us to be friends again, like what we were before. Yeah, we've had something special and though it might require a herculean strength to bring that back, I'm not giving up. And  neither is he. And though I might get tired waiting for him to come around in the long run, He will make it all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;waaaaay&lt;/span&gt;... I already know how to play the guitar! Almost. Okay, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;! And it feel awesome to have this kind of achievement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am addicted with Restaurant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cityyyyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;! Okay, I just have to say that. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//EDIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/nzq1bt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My favorite people in the world! My classmaaaates! &gt;:D&lt; Photos were taken during our rehearsals for our Apparition, which is some kind of a play. And those two photos of me were taken during my 15th birthday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-3379352958781814192?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/3379352958781814192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/10/cant-find-words-to-write-this-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/3379352958781814192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/3379352958781814192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/10/cant-find-words-to-write-this-song.html' title='Can&apos;t find the words to write this song'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/nzq1bt_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-5856018194734765437</id><published>2009-10-13T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T19:20:02.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break-up season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apparently, three people from my class had their share of brokenhearted-ness and break-ups today. And I feel so out of place because I was so ecstatic, euphoric, eudaemonic... ah, what else? Hahaha, you get it. And everyone was so depressed and lonely and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I know things like that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was especially attached to one of my classmate's situation. It was so unfair for her to have to experience that kind of thing. And I feel bad for her because I know she doesn't deserve it. And I hate it when people tell her "Huwag na huwag kang maghahabol," like it's their life we're talking about here. Hello? It's not yours, it's hers. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eh ano magagawa nyo kung mahal nya nga talaga at mas gusto nalang niya na mawala pride niya kesa yung taong mahal nya talaga, dba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet here I am, feeling like I'm in the clouds. I'm so happy today and I hope it wouldn't have to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling speechless now, okay.&lt;br /&gt;I can't righteously express how I'm feeling right now and how I felt last night. All I knew was that, it felt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt infinite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though it seems like it's break-up season, I'm already feeling like love is in the air, some kind of early-valentine season. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't have much to say I just have to blog about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. To all those who are brokenhearted, clear your heart and let it go. :)&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. To all those who are happy like me, let's all just stay happy, yes?&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.S. And to you, yes, you, where are you now? You told me I don't have to wait much longer because you'll come around sooner than I could imagine. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-5856018194734765437?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/5856018194734765437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/10/break-up-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/5856018194734765437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/5856018194734765437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/10/break-up-season.html' title='Break-up season'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-1401367293371021172</id><published>2009-10-11T15:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:54:34.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OneSeven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;UST Exam today. And it was one of the best days evaaaaaarr. :""""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I wasn't able to get enough sleep for the exam. I ended up waking up at around 3, no, I mean, not really waking up because I really wasn't able to get some sleep, I was just there in my bed, eyes open and not sleeping at all. At around 3, I really woke up because I had my constant asthma attack. Which is such a bummer cos we have exams tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so fast forward to the best part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You were there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you believe it? Those three words summed up my day! And not the exam itself? Not the funny thing I was feeling while taking the exam? Thinking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh, crap, why is the exam like this? If it's like this, I probably wouldn't have much chance passing because EVERYONE WILL PASS!"&lt;/span&gt; Or the grumbling noise my stomach was making during the entire exam because I wasn't able to bring any snacks at all. Or how I saw some old acquaintances or grade school classmates? Hello Haze &amp;amp; EJ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made my day.&lt;br /&gt;When I looked into your eyes, I understood myself. I thought I was going insane and nuts these past weeks, always thinking of you, thinking of chances to see you and all that. But that one glance in your eyes told me everything. I made me realize how I was able to hold on this long, to wait this long and to love you this much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You broke my day.&lt;br /&gt;When you walked right past me, I knew nothing was going to happen. You just walked straight ahead as I looked through you. Nothing has changed, obviously. Still, none of us had the courage to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cross that distance&lt;/span&gt;. (Yep, that's where I got my blog title.) And though it hurts, I don't know... I guess it's fine. At least you were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was examinee#17 at room1.&lt;br /&gt;I checked the list in our room to see where I was going to sit. And since it was alphabetically arranged, I was #17 and I had to sit on the 3rd column, 2nd seat to the back. Okay, I just had to say that. Haha! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought all the work at our schoolpaper was done. Ugh. NOT. I have to rush three more articles. And I guess I need to say goodbye now. Byeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm so glad I was able to update my blog today! I forgot how blogging felt like, it actually felt like meeting and chatting and opening-up to your one and only long lost bestestestestest friend in the world. I love you blog! But I love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; more. Tee-hee! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-1401367293371021172?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/1401367293371021172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/10/oneseven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/1401367293371021172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/1401367293371021172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/10/oneseven.html' title='OneSeven'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-3062212633661670813</id><published>2009-10-10T09:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T10:16:15.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel infinite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear blog, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so sorry for abandoning you for such a long time. I missed you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't worry, I'm back and I'll keep you forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously missed blogging and here I am. I've been out for such a long time so brace yourself for a lot of ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNBREAKABLE.&lt;br /&gt;Invincible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, cool? Haha, that was what an old acquaintance told me last night. He saw my status at Facebook and well, he just thought it was cool. And speaking of cool, I feel cool today. Not because I'm feeling gangstah or whatsoever but because it is COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather, I mean. We're already at the BER months! And that means two things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Christmas is near! Yay! This got me so excited! I don't know why.I wasn't so absorbed to this kind of stuff during the previous years but now, I feel like counting the days till the month of December! I even thought of naming my blog with a name that's related with Christmas :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Five months have already passed and that means five months left and we're done with High School. OH MY HECK THIS SERIOUSLY BRINGS ME TEARS. :'( It may sound silly but me and my classmate are already thinking about it. About the separation, I mean. We'll go to different colleges and different ways and we might not get to see each other again. I will seriously freakishly miss them. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing to feel COOL about, finally, after long months of work, I'm done with the school paper! I will just do the layouting later, that would be easy enough, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the reason why I stopped blogging aside from all the overwhelming tasks from school is that I found my home, &lt;a href="http://writertakeouts.tumblr.com"&gt;Tumblr! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, I am free to express EVERYTHING. And here, I met a lot of amazing people all over the world. :) And also, EVERYTHING in my Tumblr is written for him. Others might think they think it is for them or that they can relate but it's not. It's only for you. Only you can understand it. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I super missed blogging, okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An open letter to Sharmaine Jane T. Quemado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi! :) I'm not sure if you will read this or not but I don't care-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e- :)) I just have to tell you something. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky to have a friend like you. (Okay, simula palang cheesy na!) I treasured every minute I had with you, every memory I shared with you and let me just assure you that they will never go to waste. Even with out present condition right now. I mean, well, we're still friends but you get me, it's not like what we had before. Though I'm still thankful to have you in my life, it wasn't like what it was before. I know you get this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't matter. You're still my friend, no matter what. I just want you to not forget I'll always be right here even if you do not always see me, even if you do not think of me that way anymore. I'll always be here. Always and forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you!&lt;br /&gt;Kaisa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is enough, I guess for a comeback post.&lt;br /&gt;I'll always update na, from now on. :D&lt;br /&gt;Byeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-3062212633661670813?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/3062212633661670813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-feel-infinite.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/3062212633661670813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/3062212633661670813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-feel-infinite.html' title='I feel infinite'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-560440927990191234</id><published>2009-08-21T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T14:36:43.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yay! How's it going, everyone? I feel like everyone's sorta stagnant here at Blogger. Anyways, I wouldn't give this up. Finally, busy week is over!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know what happened since my last post here, my mind is very, um, chaotic right now. Like everything's about to break down. I'll scan my Plurk TimeLine first. HAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There, now I have my guide. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cheerdance auditions/rehearsals. K, so I somehow managed to dance for our Opening of Intramurals sample cheerdance. I know I'm not really good at it but I just wanted to try. (Additional involvement points un sa March! Haha! :&gt; ) And it went okay, I guess. Then, after the Opening of Intrams, we had the auditions and sadly, I failed. But it's okay, I guess. I can still be a part of the team, yeah, go PROPS MEN! \m/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Senior year is soooooooo overwhelming. You can feel all the requirements, responsibilities, tasks all crashing down. They actually assigned 4 doxologies plus 1 play to be presented by our class. FTW. I know. Really awful. I don't know if the reaosn why they're giving us this much tasks is because they trust our class and they know that we can do it or JUST BECAUSE they want to. They want to see us suffer, they want to keep us busy so we won't have time for the cheer dance competition and the like. UGH.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And that awful experience led to the creation of my first ever column this school year. Of all the articles I've written, this is probably the most straightforward one and the one that was really really straight from the heart. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Task assignments for the EchoSeminar which was moved to November! YAYAYAY! I was assigned to do our NYSTESC documentation and some other AVPs. I already got the hang of it but I still experience some troubles. Uh, yeah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Simulation test for the NCAE. It was... fun! Yeah, I guess. HAHAHA. Not much troublesome. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Trying hard to learn how to play my piece in guitar which is actually, WHITE LINES AND RED LIGHTS by Between the Trees. HAHA! This is seriously making me feel so hopeless! :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Exams! Waaaaah! K. HAHA! Finally done! Grabe ha, our exams in Religion and ENglish are both 200 items each! WWWWWWWHHHHHHAAAAAAATT!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some changes are happening around me. But it's okay. I mean, it happens all the time. When we want to break free and just want to... you know, be away from all the pressure and those kind of stuff. Yeah, I'll always be here. :"&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My little cousin, JB, only 9 years old just passed away last night from Dengue. Bless his soul. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bought 3 new books already and I haven't read any of them yet! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enjoying my life on Tumblr! :P 482 posts | 47 followers | 998 likes | 127 reblogs! YAY!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uh, I'll go now and do Ten ten's layout in Multiply. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bye guys! See you around! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S. I'll always be &lt;a href="http://writertakeouts.tumblr.com"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.P.S. I might change this blog address to the one it used to have - BULAKLAKSAPADER. Whatchathink? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-560440927990191234?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/560440927990191234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/08/let-it-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/560440927990191234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/560440927990191234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/08/let-it-fall.html' title='Let it fall'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-5106542020154226252</id><published>2009-08-04T18:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T19:31:56.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow ribbons</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;FAST FACT #1: My last name is Aquino.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a mass in honor of our former president Mrs. Cory Aquino this morning and everyone wore yellow ribbons. It was overwhelming at how everyone showed their love and gratitude to the "Icon of Democracy". And I, for instance, felt proud of my name. Haha! This may sound very self-indulgent but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school principal was like asking, "Who is Corazon Cojuangco Aquino?"&lt;br /&gt;And my classmates almost answered too loudly saying, "Kaisa's grandmother!" LMAO =))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our classmate, Claudia - an exchange student from Germany was asked what she knows about Cory Aquino, she said simply,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "She was your former president and... well,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; she is a great woman&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just had to blog about this. Not because of my last name or because it's the "topic" of every newspaper/tv station and everything but simply because it's worth blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to say this, her life story was so amazing it could fit the requirements needed for a person to be a saint. Well, after 200 or something years, maybe. Hahaha. And we owe her our free day tomorrow! Yay! Oh-we still have to go to school for some rehearsals and blahs. Anyway, I can't think of anything else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FAST FACT #2: I like like like the color yellow. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even before it was Cory's trademark color. Hell-o. I wasn't born that time yet. I just like it.  It feels so bright and sunshiny. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FAST FACT #3: I hate hate hate it when someone so infinitesimally out of place overreacts especially when this happens to a close friend of mine.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was near to exploding and confronting that girl who is known for her very MATALAS NA DILA when the object of my defense stopped me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I ALMOST, REALLY, REALLY, IT WAS ONLY STOPPED BY AN INCH, I ALMOST LITERALLY SLAPPED THAT GIRL WHO KEPT TALKING NONSENSE IN THE FACE.&lt;/span&gt; Ugh. So freaking irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once more and I will really, really, really show her what she deserves. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not have one ultimate best friend but I have many many close friends and I hate it when someone hurts or abuses them. I might not think twice soon if ever this happens again, I will just do what I think needs to be done. That is, to show them how wrong they are and that they should say sorry for all the stupid and childish and immature and out of place wrong doings of theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I sound so scary. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, this ended up to be a long ranting post. And I have to end it now. Kbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-5106542020154226252?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/5106542020154226252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/08/yellow-ribbons.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/5106542020154226252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/5106542020154226252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/08/yellow-ribbons.html' title='Yellow ribbons'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-334718882570483467</id><published>2009-08-01T17:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T17:45:28.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ULTIMATE UPCAT EXPERIENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So finally after what seemed like forever, here I am blogging once and for all - all thanks to the event that happened today that seriously freakishly had me turned upside down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Short recap: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a blast during my birthday! \:D/ (no photos uploaded yet, i'm soooo lazy, i know.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I finished the Milo Marathon in 1 hour and 26 minutes. Yay! (Note: I was suffering Asthma that day.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uh, results of our first semi examinations aren't given yet, only a few were announced. And so far, so good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Clubs' &lt;s&gt;day&lt;/s&gt; hour was so fun. OF COURSE, YEAST CLUB HAD THE BEST AND MOST AMAZING WORKSHOPS! HAHAHAHA!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sumpia @ CookFest was sooooo goood. =p~ I forgot I had singaw and I ate one that was steaming hot plus suka. Ay, grabe!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;EXCHANGE STUDENT FROM GERMAAANNNYYYY! She's so... nakakaaliw! Super white blonde hair and light blue eyes. Wow. @-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And now... I present to you... THE ULTIMATE UPCAT EXPERIENCE! (I should've started the part one during my review. Oh well.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I woke up at 3:00 am and Antoinette fetched me at our house by 3:45 am and we arrived at the venue before 6:00 in the morning.  (It requires almost 2 hours to travel from our palce to the test center so we really have to wake up early.) We were like the first ones there. So yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6:30 - Introductions, briefing, instructions and start of exam. I was starving in the middle of the English subtest and of all the UPCAT examinees I was the first one to eat my snacks. HAHAHAHAHA. Yeah. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*Well, I won't be desrcibing every kind of emotion and every color of thought that passed through me during the entire duration of exam. But all I could say is that: A few minutes after the exam I thought I did so horrible and I felt like it was the most &lt;b&gt;PAINFUL AND EXCRUCIATING EXAM I HAVE EVER TAKEN MY ENTIRE LIFE. IT'S LIKE THE COMBINATION OF ALL SORTS OF EXAMS BORN IN THE FACE OF THE PAPER EXTRACTED FROM TREES IN OUR POOR DEPLETING FOREST.&lt;/b&gt; Okay, that was exaggeration. But looking back, I thought &lt;b&gt;I DID OKAY.&lt;/b&gt; I mean, I answered what I CAN, I didn't answered those that I SERIOUSLY DO NOT HAVE ANY IDEA ABOUT and well, we'll see what happens. But then again, &lt;b&gt;"OKAY"&lt;/b&gt; might not get you pass the door that would lead you to the fulfillment of your dreams a.k.a &lt;b&gt;UNIVERSITY OF THE PHILIPPINES &lt;/b&gt;\mmmm/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And yeah, I guess this part I could share. Besides this part, I thought the day went well but this kind of things happen. So yeah, I was halfway to finishing the bloody Mathematics part when I felt like going to the CR. I guess I knew why, I drank the entire bottle of mango juice and half of my water. I raised my test permit to ask permission beofre the time alotted for Mathematics was over. However the proctor told me to wait for 3 more minutes so I can receive first the instructions for the reading comprehension part. So I did and finally got out of the hall. And when I was at the CR, taraaaan! &lt;i&gt;First day of period for the month of August&lt;/i&gt;. It was too early and I am not prepared! There went my almost good day. So yeah, it was a terrible feeling cos I still have one more subtest to finish. But then, the show must go on. And it did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I finally had my "necessities" before lunchtime. So yeah. And I still feel dizzy right now. And there goes the UPCAT experience. Of course, it wouldn't be complete without the results which is so frightening right now. Its make it, or break it. WHOA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yeah, I wouldn;t say something like, "I should've done better" or "I would gladly retake the exam and do better" I'll just say, "Thank God it's over and I am hopefully hoping for the best resutls." *cross fingers* (I mean, our school doesnt't have like, really advanced lessons compared to science high schools - who probably have greater chances of passing, but thanks to UPCAT I realized the worth of all the hardships I had the past three years I was studying and also, our teachers! Thank you for teaching us and giving us everything we need. \:D/)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, I just have to blog about this before I do all my other requirements. Find me at tumblr. :) Good luck to the others who will take their exams tomorrow. And R.I.P. Cory Aquino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-334718882570483467?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/334718882570483467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/08/ultimate-upcat-experience.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/334718882570483467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/334718882570483467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/08/ultimate-upcat-experience.html' title='THE ULTIMATE UPCAT EXPERIENCE'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-5532313549273182348</id><published>2009-07-17T14:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T14:44:26.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIATUS</title><content type='html'>Kite flying event tomorrow plus Patronal Festival plus ZE FIFTEENTH BIRTHDAAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;Milo Marathon on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Last two exams on Monday plus exchange student from Germany.&lt;br /&gt;Clubs' day on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;School paper publication, entrance examination reviews, and entrance examinations itself.&lt;br /&gt;Cookfest.&lt;br /&gt;EchoSeminar.&lt;br /&gt;Intramurals.&lt;br /&gt;LASSAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 4 short letters: BUSY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find me at tumblr. &lt;a href="http://writertakeouts.tumblr.com"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://writertakeouts.tumblr.com"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://writertakeouts.tumblr.com"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://writertakeouts.tumblr.com"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://writertakeouts.tumblr.com"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://writertakeouts.tumblr.com"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://writertakeouts.tumblr.com"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://writertakeouts.tumblr.com"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://writertakeouts.tumblr.com"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://writertakeouts.tumblr.com"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://writertakeouts.tumblr.com"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://writertakeouts.tumblr.com"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://writertakeouts.tumblr.com"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://writertakeouts.tumblr.com"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my birthday tomorrow. You know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Lovelovelove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I won't close this blog, mkay? I love it too much. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-5532313549273182348?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/5532313549273182348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/07/hiatus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/5532313549273182348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/5532313549273182348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/07/hiatus.html' title='HIATUS'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-1892953225540384945</id><published>2009-07-04T18:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T18:41:07.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The depressed equation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hallo, ladies and germs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally had the time to update this thing! I am so enjoying life on Tumblr (yes I have a Tumblr account, again.) and I quit life on Twitter and I ALMOST abandoned Blogger but I won't! Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;So yeah, I just got back from our Recollection/Orientation for young catechists which was half OK because of all the fun, of course it's fun, the whole class is complete eh! But kinda so-so cos, the speaker wasn't really good, he was actually very boring and the jokes were so... uh, okay. Anyways, it rained heavily just after we were dismissed and we were trapped at the Church (the venue was at my elementary school, just beside the parochial church) and it was really cold and we were all wet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being at my alma mater for a day made me feel so nostalgic. I didn't know how much I seriously missed elementary days. Nene days. Hahaha, yeah, those kind of days. Grabe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Interview for the new applicants of the school paper was finally over! And guess what, I was the one who interviewed. Hahahaha. Wonder why? Yeah... Haha, secret! =P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am so loving Trigonometry classes. Yihee, akalain mo?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physics seems to be vacant time for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;English is... I don't know... But it always makes me miss my EnglishIII classes soooo terribly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Computer a.k.a BEST SUBJECT ON EARTH! Yeaaah! \m/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apparently, our Social StudiesIV is called... ECON-NOMICS. Yesss.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Religion is probably the FUNNIEST SUBJECT EVAAAAHH! Our teacher knows everything under the sun! Mula sa mga scandal nila Maricar (I don't know the last name) hanggang sa karpintero ng mga artista... HAY, HANDS DOWN!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Filipino = vacant hour *PEACE!*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;T.L.E. ...? Eh, all I know is I'm so excited about our CookFest! Yeeee!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;C.A.T. isn't so bad. I actually got a 28/30 at the quiz last friday. Almost perfect! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NEW LOVE TEAMS AT OUR ROOM! Featuring... SEANTHEA, MAPLE. Hottest love teams ever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NEW PUNCHLINE: "Ang OA naman ni Kaisa..." It doesn't sound funny not until you hear me say it. LOL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BROKE! So yeah, there's this competition announced at our school, though I'm not sure of the coverage, I mean, if it's the whole city/region or whatsoever. It's an essay writing contest and though the theme is kinda boring, I'll join and try to win this thing (FEELER MUCH!) cos the prize is just another 10,000 bucks for just a 12 paragraph essay. OMG. And my teacher was like, recommending me. Hm?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now this one's pretty touchy. I saw HIS (yeah, sino pa nga ba? Basta, siya.) younger brother at school last Friday and he had a new haircut. I thought I was so over him already, (not the younger one, his older brother, the guy I liked/loved/hated *note: past tense) but I ended up wondering if he also got a new haircut cos the last time I saw him, his hair was so... long and bushy and haggard but it made him just too cute. And also, every time he goes online I just stare at his name, hoping against hope he'll send me a message but I would surely just say bye, like what I did before, but when he doesn't, I always feel so depressed. And thus, the depressed equation. Gosh, I love that equation! HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am now obsessed with Avril Lavigne's Why. I know it's an old song and all but yeah, I love it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The end!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8uGQUz53o/Sk8xHKHcRkI/AAAAAAAAAHw/c8QalX234fw/s1600-h/1_510564655l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8uGQUz53o/Sk8xHKHcRkI/AAAAAAAAAHw/c8QalX234fw/s400/1_510564655l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354552481011222082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-1892953225540384945?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/1892953225540384945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/07/depressed-equation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/1892953225540384945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/1892953225540384945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/07/depressed-equation.html' title='The depressed equation'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8uGQUz53o/Sk8xHKHcRkI/AAAAAAAAAHw/c8QalX234fw/s72-c/1_510564655l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-8814059852804673172</id><published>2009-06-26T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:02:44.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of fridays and saturdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally! I'm in the mood to create a new post! Yay! Anyways, we were dismissed early today because today is... UNIVERSITY DAY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love days like this and it's just so awesome cos it was celebrated today, Friday when the actual date was Thursday but that's so awesome cos our schedule every Friday is just so heavy! We have all major subjects in the morning, all 4 of them, yes and double period computer and CAT in the afternoon! So it was such a relief not to have regular classes today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had a TWO-HOUR MASS this morning (YES TWO HOURS AND I AM NOT EXAGGERATING. LA SALETTE FATHERS ARE COOL LIKE THAT. HM, NOT!) And the rest of the day is... ACQUAINTANCE DAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Super fun! I won't give you guys a detailed story but there's one thing that I really really appreciated today... and that is how freaking awesome and amazing my three years of high school were and I can't wait to say the same for my senior year. I can see that that wouldn't be something too unimaginable because, hell yeah, I am enjoying senior year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah, like we're now the ate's and kuya's of the lower years and it feels good not to feel... basta! I can't explain it right! I'm not really good at explaining, so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another major thing that happened, there was this news that an exchange student from Germany will be staying at our school for the rest of the school year starting from the third week of July! Isn't that the coolest? I am so excited! And.. confused. I wonder why she gets to go to our school eh our school is just... so-so. You know! I mean, there are lotsof other prestigious schools in the Philippines, bakit kaya sa school pa namin? Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, I am enjoying my stay at tumblr. YES! I HAVE A TUMBLR ACCOUNT, AGAIN! YAY! Hahahaha! And this time, I don't care much about tumblarity. I just need an output for my literature and you know, my senti side! Hahaha! And so that my interst in writing wouldn't... basta! Hahahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This post is so labo. Whatever. I can't wait for Ivy and Cynthia to upload all our pictures today! So fun! And I can finally upload a new album at my multiply. Hello multiply! And why can't I log in at twitter? :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aaaand, remember that I once mentioned I have a crush on this guy, a new guy! Not the infamous-friend-turned-crush-turned-nothing (I mean, face it, it's so overrated na. I should stop talking about him. But then, BAD NEWS: all the stories/poems/quotes/crappy stuffs in my tumblr is about HIM. Yeah. I pity myself.), but a new guy. A hotter one! I mean, seriously! Siguro, in school, he's the best looking guy. And again, I AM NOT EXAGGERATING! But then, his attitude is such a huge turn-off. So yeah, he's like the best looking guy but he's also probably, the one with the worst-attitude "PAG SINUSUMPONG (which happens a lot! LOL!)". But he's just too... BASTA! I'll tell more about him soon! :&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This happens to be a really long blog post, so yeah! HAHAHAHA! :D Thank you for those people who still drops by my blog! Thank you! I love you guys! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And oh yeah, we'll have a group review tomorrow for the... you know... UPCAT. Ugh, study, study, studyyyy especially since the school principal told us that WE MUST PASS THE UPCAT! FTW! FML. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, enough babbling. Bye! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-8814059852804673172?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8814059852804673172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/06/of-fridays-and-saturdays.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/8814059852804673172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/8814059852804673172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/06/of-fridays-and-saturdays.html' title='Of fridays and saturdays'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-5458839313035931827</id><published>2009-06-21T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T17:09:54.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where art thou?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is so strange. I suddenly lost the urge to blog. Like, every night, I open my blogger account but all I do is blog hop and drop some comments but never did I try clicking Create link over there. Now that I did.. Now what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't feel like ranting about school. There's nothing much going on except, of course, with the oh-so-always-there homeworks and requirements and pressure and all the drama. Oh, I now remember there's a few I'd like to mention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;UPCAT forms and all the shizz are now finally done! All we have to do now is to study, study, study, study and study and studyyyyyyyyyyy. Yeah! *insert poker face here*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;M.I. thingy is now official and I'm not on the list. Apparently, the commandant decided to count in the others who weren't accepted and even those who didn't applied just because they showed up at the meeting place on time. And I wasn't there.. Great! *another poker face here* So I guess I just have to focus on my academics and the few clubs I have joined. Speaking of clubs..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was elected as the Board Secretary and Engineering Committee member of our YEAST club, the one and only math and science club in the region affiliated in the national council and I am so excited! Yay!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I tried doing my Trig homework yesterday but I ended up just feeling really f*ing frustrated with myself. Why oh why do I have to be so dumb when it comes to Mathematics? Err...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know what else to say.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, there. Hah. Anyways, I spend the past days if not worrying about my class standing or my possible future, thinking about that one sane person out there who is probably not thinking about me or has never thought about me for that matter. I already.. let go. And he's like, do not let me go.. Or was that all just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whatever. I'll blog once I have the necessary inspiration and stories to tell. I'm also thinking about making a tumblr account. Again. Okay. I'll. Shut. Up. Now. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-5458839313035931827?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/5458839313035931827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-art-thou.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/5458839313035931827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/5458839313035931827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-art-thou.html' title='Where art thou?'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-8033058430531764922</id><published>2009-06-15T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T19:40:18.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semi-charmed life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yeah, here we go again. The usual high school drama. We can never get away with it. Yeah, I told myself I will only blog during weekends but I can't help it. This blog is my refuge and... I feel like I want to talk to someone right now. Apparently, no one's here but that computer is here. So, yeah. Yeah, really poor social life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As a proof of how slow and stagnant my social life is, I just finished memorizing this poem we're about to perform tomorrow in English class entitled, &lt;b&gt;"Confidence Booster Poem" &lt;/b&gt;(I know, I know. Hahahahahahahahahaha. But, it's not that bad. :P)&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;and we organized this group review session with my geekiest classmates during the weekends. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I cliked the &lt;u&gt;NEW POST&lt;/u&gt; button because I knew there's a lot I wanted to say but now that I am typing in this Create post page, I wonder where all my thoughts have gone. Oh well. I'll just rant about non sense stuff, maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hm, do you guys know the song &lt;i&gt;Champagne Supernova by Oasis?&lt;/i&gt; I am currently in love with that song. I know, it's such an old song already and I don't know how I went thorugh my life without not knowing how wonderful the song is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh My Gosh! I just remembered something. Yeah, good thing I changed my blog URL... apparently, my guy classmates were reading my blog posts and teasing me about it. How embarrassing. Anyways, they are not yet aware of my new URL so I hope they won't get to know it. Whatever. That's not what I was about to say. I was saying that this guy, who have been a constant topic in my &lt;i&gt;senti-slash-pa-emo-posts&lt;/i&gt;, yeah, the &lt;i&gt;friend-turned-crush-turned-nothing guy&lt;/i&gt;, well... here's the story. Last december, we chatted. Lots of times. Maybe twice or thrice. Hahahahahahaha. Yeah, and then I changed my YM id because of no particular reason except that I love my new YM id and my old YM id kindof sucks. So yeah. Then, after summer camp, that was mid april, I added him again. And guess what, just a moment ago, he approved my request. Hahahahaha. WTH.&lt;b&gt; 2 months?&lt;/b&gt; Nice one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know how I'm supposed to feel about this. I mean, I'm trying really really hard not to think about him but there are just those times that something would remind me of him and a weird kind of feeling crashes through me (I say this a lot.) And now, here we go again. I mean, I am so over the head-over-heels part, I can talk about him without feeling giddy or awkward or turning red and be normal. You know, but when this kind of stuff happens, I don't know. I feel like my neurons are not acting. I don't know how to feel, what to think. Ugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...Maybe I am now numb with all the pain that this has inflicted on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And yeah, there's one thing more. I don't know if it's okay to talk about him here but I have to! I mean, I can't keep this all by myself or I might explode. I think I have a crush on someone. Oh My Gosh. Did I just said that?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;See? This blog is so trashy. I just rant about non sense stuff. Buuuuttt... This guy. Is. So. Distracting. Me. And the awful part is that I can't rant about this to my friends or classmates. I know how they will react. And that's B-A-D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll tell more about him. I have to go now. I just finished again my homework in Economics! Shoot. The red flags turned orange. Hahaha. I have to tell my Dad that we don't have any more ink. And speaking of my Dad, he just downloaded LOTS of UPCAT related stuff. Aaaww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And yeah, welcome back, &lt;a href="http://ohmanspilledmilk.blogspot.com/"&gt;ROMINA!&lt;/a&gt; Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm so glad my layout turned okay for all kind of browsers. At least, I guess. Yeah.  Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Someday you will find me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Caught beneath the landslide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In a champagne supernova in the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/3369536503440345851-8033058430531764922?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8033058430531764922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/06/semi-charmed-life.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/8033058430531764922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/8033058430531764922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/06/semi-charmed-life.html' title='Semi-charmed life'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-1035762871670455876</id><published>2009-06-11T18:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T19:38:50.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High school never ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know it's such a cliche title but whatever. I am so loving my first week as a senior. Though it was so exhausting, it's exhilirating at the same time! Hah, I have never had this much fun before. We were all so close and really bonded together, it's nothing like what we had in the past years. Hm, maybe because we're seniors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;06-08-09: FIRST DAY HIGH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Arrived at 7 am. Soooo many people already. Haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Spotted my classmates at the very center of our huge assembly area. Impossible to miss. Yeah, they were all already there, smiling hugely, heads close together and smiling hugely.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Usual first-day-at-school-welcoming-fuzz.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sectioning! Hooraay! Yeah, they only announce our official sections during the first day at school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mrs. Fernandez is our adviser which is.. okay, I guess. Yeah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Located at room 303 first but then we're moved at room 401 which was better and not so better. Basta.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm so glad there's no introduce-yourself-slash-expectations-slash-how-was-your-summer part. We already know everyone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Campus distribution of school paper. Now this is exhausting. Haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fun! :-bd&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;06-07-09: SECOND DAY HIGH (lolwhut)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;School uniform. Ugh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Freshmen's Campus Tour. SUPER DUPER FREAKING WAAAAH EXHAUSTING. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Seriously. We didn't know touring the freshmen students around the campus was such a tiring experience! The kids were so... hyperactive? Yeah. And we were dead tired. Two sections in the morning. Aaaahhh. But really fun! Hahahaha! Yay!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Office renovation. Again. Ugh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sectioning issues. Now this would surely be the talk of the &lt;s&gt;town&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;school&lt;/s&gt; seniors. So yeah, here's the catch. 4 of our previous classmates were moved to the other section (because their grades weren't enough for them to maintain their right to be in the section A) and two other students were moved to our class, too. (because their grades were high enough and they belong to our class.) But then there came the new list of students and basing from it, we discovered that they used our sectioning last year, which was good because our previous classmates who were moved will be back but not so good because it's unfair for the part of the two students who now belong to section A because of all the efforts they have exerted. &lt;i&gt;(Note: Being in section A means so much to students especially to us, seniors who are about to graduate. You can't imagine how much benefits being in the highest section entails.) &lt;/i&gt;So yeah. In the end, the two students who were moved to our class will stay at our class and the official sectioning that was announced on the first day of school is to be followed. Hooraaay!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lunch with Sharmaine, Christine, Allan and Joshua.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;06-10-09: REGULAR CLASSES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I won't give you an hour-by-hour detailed story but there's just one thing I wanted to say. Our teachers are A-W-E-S-O-M-E! Like super! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MI Interviews. Freaky. Hahahaha. Only two qualifiers for the first batch! OMG. And the guys came out of the room teary-eyed! O_o&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lunch with Precious (her birthday treat for us), Ara and Sharmaine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;06-11-09: REGULAR CLASSES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally, it was my turn for the MI Interview and it went &lt;b&gt;SO FREAKING AWFUL. I AM SO ASHAMED OF MYSELF. &lt;/b&gt;OH WELL. At least I was filed uner "Conditional" which means I will still have another chance maybe next week. Ugh. I'm so dumb! Hahaha. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sir/Commandant: (says the result)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Hallaaaa! Sirrrrrrrr! Iss!!!!!!!!! Bakit ganon, sila Paul kahapon, paglabas ng room mangiyak-ngiyak!!?!?!?! Kaya pala... *frown*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sir/Commandant: Eh ikaw nga din eh, mangiyak-ngiyak na oh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Eh? *frown*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will kwento how it went in full detail soon. Not everyone is done with the itnerview yet and it's unfair. And &lt;b&gt;THE MILITARY INSTRUCTOR INTERVIEW SESSION IS SOMETHING WORTH SHARING. &lt;/b&gt;So yeah, I'll share it soon. As The Commandant said, "It's not about the position, it's about the action." Gah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;06-12-09: 111th INDEPENDENCE DAY a.k.a. NO CLASSES &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;But lots of homeworks to be done. Oh well. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kbye :) I'll change my layout soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-1035762871670455876?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/1035762871670455876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/06/high-school-never-ends.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/1035762871670455876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/1035762871670455876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/06/high-school-never-ends.html' title='High school never ends'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-6069790790991394746</id><published>2009-06-07T11:13:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T17:05:55.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye summer, hello senior year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Unfortunately, our school wasn't included with the postponement of classes into June 15. That sucks. Really. I am sick right now and I don't want to go to school like this. Tomorrow. :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways, this summer is probably the most memorable I've had yet. It was very exhausting, productive and.. I-don't-know-how-to-describe feeling. Hahaha. Our travelling plans were all cancelled due to unforeseen events, that is the recent burial of my cousin. And with that kind of situation, it is so out of place to travel comeplace and enjoy the sun while the rest of my relatives are mourning. That I understood and I'm proud of myself for being mature and level-headed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, so these are the top 5 things that rocked my summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;01. ) 2009 NYSTESC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ever since I entered High School and heard about this, it has been one of my many dreams to join this nationwide camp. And who knew I would be living this dream this year? Yay! It was so awesome that looking back, a few days before the camp itself, I felt horribly nervous and scared and I think those fears were really silly right now. What was I scared about? Making new friends from the different parts of the country? Learning new things? Saving the earth? Oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was amazing how after two months, I am still in touch with the friends I made during the camp. And amazing how I still feel how euphoric and ecstatic we were during those dew days we spent at Bataan. Amazing how I miss those crazy nights we spent at the Hotel, dancing and singing and laughing. Forgive the drama. Hahaha. Ano baaa, namimiss ko nga e! Amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3369536503440345851&amp;amp;postID=6069790790991394746" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2niu2iu.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.) English/Journalism/Speech Training&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have to admit it now, if I had the chance and the courage, I wouldn't have joined this thing. But then, as the obedient and kind and selfless student as I am, I gave in to my teacher's constant pleas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was okay cos it kept me busy and moving and working. It was lots of fun, too. We get to hang out one whole week at a radio station. And not only hang out, but also try to be DJs. OhMyGosh. That was the best part, I guess. Hahahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And also, we get to visit one of the biggest TV networks. It was boring, though. And cold. But it's okay. My teacher have already forgiven me for ditching it for three straight days. I told her I had asthma that time which was partially true. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;03.) SD [SummerDabarkads]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hahahaha, say whatever you want with our dorky group name but whatever. I love these girls to bit! Everytime we are so bored and we need someone to share the boredom with, everyone's in! Sooo fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ara, Precious and Sharmaine and I got really close last Summer Camp. We shared the room at the hotel and it was lots of fun bonding with them! They're so carefree and crazy and happy and all! Aaaww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Too bad we 're (me and sharmaine) a year older than them so, we'll be graduating this year and.. it's sad. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRECIOUS GUMPAL! MWA!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;04.) UPLambak - PANAGSAGANA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay. So, this is probably like the best part. No, scratch that. Wait, I suddenly remembered something. I will check my email first to see if Ate Lorie already sent me the answer key at our reviewers. Wait here. Okaaay. 47 new messages. Haha. Woops. Apparently, the messages is not yet there. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways, it was awesome. Cos like, we get to meet these cool dudes from UP who taught us the basic things we need to survive UPCAT. And I wish with all my heart that it would be enough. Grabe, these past few days, I think I might have given myself brain hemorrhage. I'm overthinking it! I have to stop babbling now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And there's also something else that happened during this 5-day review class. I saw Him. (Ay, grabe. Parang ano lang naman.. wala lang.) And I bet he saw me too. But that's just it. I can't say I hate Him for ignoring me - which isn't partially true cos like I see him looking at me sometimes, or maybe someone behind me or whatever, or sometimes he smiles at me when I smile at him but that's all and complaining about this is SO OUT OF PLACE. Kwhatever. I am so over him and I moved on already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;05.) Every little thing that happens everyday! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This blog, for example is now healthy and alive! Yay! And for all the lovee coming from my online friends from all sorts of online networking site :) And for on and offline friends who are always there! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And for working on my interest in digital art/photography! &lt;a href="http://thecerealboxgirl.multiply.com/photos/album/72/ScarletLetter_A_Portfolio"&gt;Here. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And for having my creative juice healthily squeezed out and poured into my boring and plain notebooks! And for the more bonding time I had with my family! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And for the new found love for Trigonometry and Physics! Ya-Whaaaat?! O_o That's true! Hahaha :D And for the hope of a new start a.k.a. SENIOR YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, speaking of which. Senior year is a few hours away and I can't believe college is only a year away! OMG! OMG! OMG! Oh well. I hope that this year would be better than junior year (okay, I say that a lot) and I hope that I would be better this year than junior year. I seriously flunked this year and I have to do better this year! Aja! Hahaha. I am so gonna miss junior year. Aaah, the memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I'm not quite sure if I'm ready for it.&lt;/i&gt; I mean, it's senior year already and in terms of academics, it's back to zero. So that's something good for me, I guess. Cos I sucked last year and this is the time for me to do better. Honestly, &lt;u&gt;I'm not really a smart person.&lt;/u&gt; I'm poor when it comes to math, whatever kind of math and a bit of science where numbers are constant. I think the only reason I maintained being in the honor roll is my willingness to learn and diligence. Aba, may ganon?!!?!? Hahaha. But honestly, yeah. That's why I kinda feel nervous for this year and for entrance exams. Special mention, the UPCAT. Oh well. Too much for babbling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Goodbye summer bummer, hello senior year! You better be good! Hahahaha! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-6069790790991394746?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/6069790790991394746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbye-summer-hello-senior-year.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/6069790790991394746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/6069790790991394746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbye-summer-hello-senior-year.html' title='Goodbye summer, hello senior year'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/2niu2iu_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-434575620016285994</id><published>2009-06-05T18:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T19:18:18.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not enough to say that I miss you</title><content type='html'>I couldn't help it. *sigh* I told myself I'll just blog here but I found myself posting &lt;a href="http://thecerealboxgirl.multiply.com/journal/item/106/This_could_be_the_start_of_something_new"&gt; this.&lt;/a&gt; Oh well. It's also unbelievable how productive I was today! And not only productive, but also &lt;u&gt;creative!&lt;/u&gt; I personalized my notebooks, though I haven't finished them all yet. Only half was done today, but yeah, I'll take some photos to show off soon. Haha. Aaaand I did some &lt;u&gt;artsy stuff,&lt;/u&gt; too. Yay me! Is this all me getting giddy and excited about senior year? Haha. I mean, &lt;b&gt;I will surely miss junior year&lt;/b&gt; but senior year is definitely something to be excited about! Last year na! Ano ba! Before the glitz and the glamour of the ever-so-expected senior year, I'd love to look back. Oh how I miss my junior days.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8uGQUz53o/Sij7IFiYZFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/DZlBv9-xS-I/s1600-h/1_709419176l.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8uGQUz53o/Sij7IFiYZFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/DZlBv9-xS-I/s400/1_709419176l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343797074219000914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Find me in this photo. Hahahaha. It looks really crappy and the quality is really awful. Sorry about that. I'm too lazy to work the magic on this. So, yeah. Bear with it. Ang konti ng guys no? And they're not all guys. Well, you know what I mean. Hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P.P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Just wanted to share, the reason why we're called 3A is because we're the highest section, so they say. Haha. Wala lang. Hm, does that mean that girls are really smarter than boys? Hahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would miss those times when there's a feeling inside my head as I go up the stairs and walk the hallway leading to our room that says, "&lt;i&gt;Yiz! I'm early today! No one's here yet!"&lt;/i&gt; And to have that wave of disappointment as I pass through the windows only to discover that &lt;b&gt;everyone's already there, seated, busily cramming.&lt;/b&gt; Haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would miss those times when I would switch my chair for a better one before the bell rings. And argue with &lt;b&gt;Paul&lt;/b&gt;, who says he owns my chair when he doesn't! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would miss those times when we would fall in line beside the huge and ancient acacia tree in the middle of our assembly area every morning. Usually, carrying with us a bunch of homeworks that aren't completely done yet. Haha, yes, &lt;b&gt;we rush homeworks at our lines. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would miss those times when we would look up to the flag pole and see three of our boy classmates raising the flag. &lt;i&gt;(Very grade school-ish eh.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would miss those monday mornings - &lt;b&gt;Chemistry, double period. &lt;/b&gt;From &lt;u&gt;7:30-9:30.&lt;/u&gt; Bummer. What a good way to start a week, yes?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would miss those times when we would laugh behind the back of our &lt;b&gt;Computer Teacher&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(who is a really good one, I mean, he's very considerate and he gives you grades even if you didn't worked hard for it. Ahem.) &lt;/i&gt;who usually mispronounces a word. Yep, I won't say it here though, it would crack me up big time. And of course, his &lt;u&gt;double period computer classes&lt;/u&gt; too, every monday. And how we would finish an activity in HTML quickly. Cos the &lt;i&gt;first one to finish gets the highest sco&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;re&lt;/i&gt;. Haha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would miss those break times. Those times while we are cramming homework,&lt;i&gt; someone nice and kind would ask the class who wants to buy a snack and they'd list all the orders and those two/three kind people would be the one to buy the food.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would miss those &lt;b&gt;soundtrip moments&lt;/b&gt; during vacant periods. Loud banging music. Haha, and sometimes, even during computer hours! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would miss the happy and tensed moments during English. Especially when it's graded recitation time! &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;1, 2, 3! 3 seconds violation! Sit down!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Hahahahahaha. Aaah, how I miss those times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would miss the drowsy feeling during Filipino and how our teacher would still be &lt;i&gt;so enthusiastic&lt;/i&gt; when all of us are like really sleepy already. Haha, kidding! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would miss those times when our Geometry teacher seems to be &lt;i&gt;talking all by herself, or maybe talking to inanimated objects like the board, her huge protractor, life-sized ruler, index cards or...&lt;/i&gt; o&lt;u&gt;nly to her favorite students.&lt;/u&gt; May ganon?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would miss the awkward moments and the &lt;b&gt;i-dont-know-what-to-say-or-what-to-think-or-what-to-feel moments&lt;/b&gt; with our Music-slash-Arts teacher with the &lt;u&gt;(in)famous British-or-Australian accent.&lt;/u&gt; Uh-uh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would miss the... Religion period! It seems like a vacant period to us. Our teacher just tells stories and stuff and we share stories and sometimes, here's the best part, &lt;b&gt;horror stories!&lt;/b&gt; Hahahahaha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would miss the sense of humor and lol moments during History. Ay, grabe. &lt;u&gt;No one cracks joke like our History teacher.&lt;/u&gt; True, he sometimes irritates us to death or annoy us cos of he is so unpredictable and sometimes, unreasonable, too and all but he's one funny guy and I really enjoyed his class. Especially his crazy projects that sent all of us to school with huge and crappy eye bags.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would miss the times we spent at &lt;i&gt;Home Arts&lt;/i&gt; and what does that mean? &lt;b&gt;Baking/Cooking class!&lt;/b&gt; Yay! I love those times! Of course, my group always has the best foodie! True! Hahaha, here's a photo of our last baking activity which is the chiffon cake. &lt;u&gt;Note:&lt;/u&gt; It looks wasted here &lt;i&gt;kasi medyo napaglaruan na&lt;/i&gt; but it tastes so much much better!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8uGQUz53o/Sij6S3aYnSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/gkeeqplpHgI/s1600-h/1_859156348l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8uGQUz53o/Sij6S3aYnSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/gkeeqplpHgI/s320/1_859156348l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343796159894297890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would miss those &lt;i&gt;pasaway&lt;/i&gt; moments! &lt;u&gt;Texting in between classes, trips to canteen in between classes, food trip during discussion&lt;/u&gt; - some of my classmates have thought that this is such a good idea they brought lots of food supplies with them and we buy it from them! &lt;b&gt;Who knew it would be such a booming business?&lt;/b&gt; Haha. &lt;i&gt;Yema, pastillas, yogurt in a stick, and all sorts of candies and stuff&lt;/i&gt; that would serves as &lt;u&gt;pantawid gutom&lt;/u&gt; especially if you didn't take your recess just to finish a requirement. Hahaha. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8uGQUz53o/Sij6Su0ycEI/AAAAAAAAAGk/jpTomWELCj0/s1600-h/1_819844843l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8uGQUz53o/Sij6Su0ycEI/AAAAAAAAAGk/jpTomWELCj0/s320/1_819844843l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343796157589123138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8uGQUz53o/Sij6SRwK2OI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VAG-M84f32A/s1600-h/1_324791525l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8uGQUz53o/Sij6SRwK2OI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VAG-M84f32A/s320/1_324791525l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343796149785123042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8uGQUz53o/Sij6SB_XK4I/AAAAAAAAAGU/74HdFX7Rw4Y/s1600-h/1_308253240l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8uGQUz53o/Sij6SB_XK4I/AAAAAAAAAGU/74HdFX7Rw4Y/s320/1_308253240l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343796145553877890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I would miss my adviser. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Aaaawww. She's the best-est teacher ever! And to think that she's teaching &lt;u&gt;Chemistry!&lt;/u&gt; She makes everything seem as easy as 123 when we're already talking abotu Stoichiometry. Now that's a talent! And she's very &lt;i&gt;Mommy-ish. &lt;/i&gt;Like she's very warm and geniune that we end up opening up our personal problems to her and stuff. Aaaww. We love her so much we gave her gifts one time &lt;b&gt;five days that week!&lt;/b&gt; Yeah, we're that awesome. &lt;i&gt;And we made her cry.&lt;/i&gt; Aawww. Not in a bad way! She was so touched that she cried. It's a long story, though. Hahaha. We love her so much and we'd trade anything just to be her advisory class again. Sadly, it won't happen. So, yeah. But she said that she'll always be our mother and we can come to her anytime. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would miss my classmates! Woooo! &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;3A rocks!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Like totally! For the past years (sophomore and freshman year), we have never seen our worth. We have always thought ourselves as &lt;i&gt;second best, losers and the crappiest batch.&lt;/i&gt; But after junior year, we realized &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;we are winners in our own way. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;We succeeded into proving our worth and showing everyone what we are made of. Yay!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well this has been a really long post and it's not yet about to end. Haha. &lt;a href="http://shoot-o.blogspot.com/"&gt; Frances&lt;/a&gt; tagged me and I'll do it now. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RULES:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Tag 21 friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Have Fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if someone says 'are you okay', you say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm Still Breathing - Katy Perry &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Well, that would work. Hahaha.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how would you describe yourself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dickhead - Kate Nash&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Huwatt?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everything I'm Not - The Veronicas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Yeah, yeah. :D )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how do you feel today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Will Follow You Into The Dark - Death Cab For Cutie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(O-kayy..?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what is your life's purpose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Someday We’ll Know - Switchfoot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(That sounds right!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what's your motto?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brighter Than Sunshine - Aqualung&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Pwede na rin. Hahaha.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what do your friends think of you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ironic - Alanis Morissette&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Hm. Okay. Hahaha.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what do your parents think of you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Jamie... Sincerely Me - Hellogoodbye&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Ano daw? Hahaha.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what do you think about very often?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When It Rains - Paramore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Pwede na rin. Ulit. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what is 2 + 2?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Touch My Hand - David Archuleta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(ANO BA! Hay, I love this song.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what do you think of your best friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashes and Wine - A Fine Frenzy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Aray.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what is your life story?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dreaming With A Broken Heart - John Mayer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(How come the songs match the questions so well? :/)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Favorite Book - Stars&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what do you think when you see the person you like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Goodbye To You - Michelle Branch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Goodbye kagad? Haha.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Love Me Now - Hey Monday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Nice one. \m/)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what will they play at your funeral?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anyone Else But You - The Moldy Peaches&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(What? Aaww, I love this song.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what is your hobby/interest?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disturbia - Rihanna&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Aaanooo ba!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what is your biggest fear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brand new - Seventy Times 7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(May ganon ba?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what is your biggest secret?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poker Face - Lady GaGa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Tama na nga! Ano ba yan. Hahahahaha.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what do you want right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Will Be - Avril Lavigne&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Hmp. Senti. Haha.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what do you think of your friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Skyway Avenue - We The King&lt;/b&gt;s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Yeah! :-bd)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what will you post this as?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;One and Only - Teitur&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Eh, may naitype na akong title. Hahaha.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm only tagging ten. 21's exhausting. - Frances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm only tagging five. Hahahaha. - Kaisa (lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Andrea, Bianca, Eena, Lara, Lea.&lt;/b&gt; Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow. This must be my longest post, yet. Hahaha. So yeah, it's June already! And classes will be back in a few short rainy days! Oh My Goodness! I don't know how I'm supposed to feel. But a big part of me is sort of excited and giddy! I get to see my classmates again! And we're already seniors! But then. there goes the oh-so-dreaded requirements, exams, homeworks. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, I will change my URL! From &lt;i&gt;bulaklaksapader to iloveyouherewithme&lt;/i&gt; . Yay! That sounds really nice. Hahaha. Okay, so much for this. Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-434575620016285994?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/434575620016285994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-not-enough-to-say-that-i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/434575620016285994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/434575620016285994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-not-enough-to-say-that-i-miss-you.html' title='It&apos;s not enough to say that I miss you'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8uGQUz53o/Sij7IFiYZFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/DZlBv9-xS-I/s72-c/1_709419176l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-8142214259345574268</id><published>2009-06-01T18:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:19:46.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taken for granted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8uGQUz53o/SiO0QdXWRCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ACCPb81D_7Q/s1600-h/ZbJpErqW2ni1jdn8WwsIHiBeo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8uGQUz53o/SiO0QdXWRCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ACCPb81D_7Q/s320/ZbJpErqW2ni1jdn8WwsIHiBeo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342311777845003298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life does not end &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When someone stops loving you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Or refuses to love you in the first place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't want to start this post with too much drama. Save the drama for the last part. So, today, I went to school with Sharmaine to have our office completely renovated. And I went home dead tired. It was very very exhausting! We cleaned the floor, the walls and painted them. And we will finish it tomorrow. At least, my English teacher is not mad at me for ditching our practicum. Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, a lot has been happening lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am once again, writing a story&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; Of all the stories I have written, this one has the best storyline. I won't blab about it yet, but here's a clue: the main character is very me. I based it on my personality. Haha, self-center much?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Review, review, review and more review. I am actually liking Physics. Huh. And I have finally decided on what course I will be taking. Though my parents are against it, they seriously wants me to take up BS Chem/BioChem/Chemical Engineering. Whut, they must have lost their minds. Anyways, as I was saying, I have decided to take up Creative Writing and my parents are supposed to butt off because.. well, this is what I want to do and not deal with Chemistry. One year for Chemstry (which was during junior year) is enough. Okaaay?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I already have my school supplies and school will be starting on Monday. Oh well. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In a few days, I will be a Senior already. OMG, can you believe it? I can't! It's all happening too fast. It doesn't seem so long ago when I graduated grade school and when I first entered High School and now, only one year is left of this chapter of my life. I am so euphoric and excited but also, really sad. The best days of my life happened in those times they call High School life. Okay, so I can already feel the drama slipping so I better start on it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It happens that I am very much awarre that all the fuss and drama about that certain person (refer to last post) is so over. I mean, let's face it. There's nothing much I can do when... it already happened. I may have taken for granted all the chances that could have altered this situation I am in right now big time but... it's over. Okay. However, there are just those times when something would remind me about all those stuff about him that a weird and sudden wave of emotion washes through me, drowning me. I guess there's also not much I can do about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remember reading a story or maybe a line that says something like, &lt;i&gt;"A woman asked another man to find the prettiest leaf in the forest. The man went through the forest and everytime he finds a really pretty leaf, he thinks that a prettier leaf will come accross him but when he didn't find anything prettier, and he came back to see the first leaf, it was gone."&lt;/i&gt; You see, sometimes in life, we take things for granted hoping to that something would be better. But life is not like that. We should be contented with whatever we see, whatever we have because who knows, it might really be what we deserve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-8142214259345574268?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8142214259345574268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/06/taken-for-granted.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/8142214259345574268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/8142214259345574268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/06/taken-for-granted.html' title='Taken for granted'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8uGQUz53o/SiO0QdXWRCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ACCPb81D_7Q/s72-c/ZbJpErqW2ni1jdn8WwsIHiBeo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-4096021246991826199</id><published>2009-05-27T19:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T18:55:03.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free falling objects</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8uGQUz53o/Sh0nAFwMlrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7chY24SUE8k/s1600-h/AZN7wsuV4mnlb97oQ61XA4DCo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8uGQUz53o/Sh0nAFwMlrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7chY24SUE8k/s320/AZN7wsuV4mnlb97oQ61XA4DCo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340467615629088434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I couldn't believe it myself.&lt;/b&gt; I couldn't believe how I ever got myself into this crap. I couldn't believe how everyday I sink deeper into oblivion. I couldn't believe the fact that I actually answered one of the problems we had at Arithmetic (i suck at whatever kind of math, okay?). I couldn't believe how I clearly remembered the thing about DNA to RNA stuff. I couldn't believe that I am having my first and healthy two-hour daily dose of both Physics and Trigonometry. I couldn't believe how.. despite the obvious signs that he already has a life of his own and is willing to leave me behind.. I couldn't believe how I painstakingly hold on to my last strands of hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apparently, I have unconsiously gone trhough these major changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everything is just so unexplainable right now. There's no word for this. Come on! Me? Interested with Trigonometry and Physics? And all those freaking sine, cosines and scalar and vectors? Huwaattt?! And me? Still trying to put the broken pieces together while watching him walk away? Un-be-lie-va-ble. :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is surreal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel like I'm being thrown high above into the sky. And I am falling my way up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I shall edit this post soon. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;\\EDIT: 5:29:2009 | 6:44 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, yeah. Review's over. &lt;b&gt;NOT.&lt;/b&gt; I shall review and review and review. I swear. I am really gonna make this work. Such a geek, no? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, this guy &lt;i&gt;(who WAS a friend and a crush)&lt;/i&gt;, I figured out lately is sort of &lt;u&gt;unavailable&lt;/u&gt; already. I know, it hurts. Not so much but it's just... distracting me. Like I can't really stop overthinking about it and.. like, instead of concentrating on memorizing values of &lt;s&gt;special angles and sines, cosines and tangents&lt;/s&gt; I kept on thinking about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't get it off my head. Ican't get him off my head. &lt;s&gt;NOT.&lt;/s&gt; OH-MY-FREAKING-GOSH. This is so not happening. As far as I know, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am already over him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; BIG TIME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Or not.. Oh no, I am so dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Byes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S. How do you delete a Tumblr account? :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-4096021246991826199?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/4096021246991826199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/05/free-falling-objects.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/4096021246991826199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/4096021246991826199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/05/free-falling-objects.html' title='Free falling objects'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8uGQUz53o/Sh0nAFwMlrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7chY24SUE8k/s72-c/AZN7wsuV4mnlb97oQ61XA4DCo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-1987941591705489816</id><published>2009-05-24T19:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:42:24.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phenomenon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2n201sp.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know why but I just can't post a proper blog post. Huh, you know what I mean? Like, since Friday I've been clicking &lt;u&gt;New Post&lt;/u&gt; over and over again but I just end up closing it. And the funny thing is that, a lot of things happened and a lot is still going to happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, so I am currently deleting all my blog posts in multiply. But I'm, um, like &lt;s&gt;saving it in my computer.&lt;/s&gt; Haha. I know.. Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll start with what happened last friday. My cousin, &lt;b&gt;Kuya Jong&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;died at his very young age of 22 because of the many freaky complications caused by &lt;u&gt;Diabetes.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; We went to their house today and it was really sad. I miss him. He's a really good cook! He bakes lots of sweets.. I guess that's where he got his sickness. Well, that's life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I can't remember what happened last saturday so.. I'll just babble about stuff. So, here's the thing. I changed my tumblr account's url, it's now &lt;a href="http://heartbreakingmachine.tumblr.com/"&gt; http://heartbreakingmachine.tumblr.com &lt;/a&gt;. It will be my graphic stuff and literature's new home. Drop by if you have Tumblr, kay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And also, since my friend, Monique have successfully dragged me into this &lt;u&gt;5-day review thingy,&lt;/u&gt; I will be up and busy starting tomorrow all the way to friday. I don't know what to expect, except that there will be a lot of &lt;b&gt;NUMBERS&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;EQUATIONS&lt;/b&gt; going on. Hah, it's &lt;i&gt;Trigonometry, Physics and Calculus!&lt;/i&gt; Hellooooo?! Ha-ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And another, my blog really really really looks &lt;b&gt;so boring&lt;/b&gt;. I need a new layout. Badly. Yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And, I'm planning to &lt;b&gt;change my blog address&lt;/b&gt;, too. I like my current blog address but I want a change. I'll change it by &lt;i&gt;June&lt;/i&gt;. Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aaaaand, here we go, the scary and exciting part.. &lt;u&gt;plans for college.&lt;/u&gt; I still have no firm and concrete decisions about this. All I know is I want to take up something that revolves around &lt;b&gt;English/Literature/Writing&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;s&gt;to a school where one/two of my classmates will be going, too. I know, it sounds very.. childish but.. it will happen.&lt;/s&gt; I will make it happen. Yay.. :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;amp; I've been falling in love with the movie &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Definitely, Maybe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; lately. I know, I know, &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Little Manhattan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is my all time favorite movie but it wouldn't hurt to rank Definitely, Maybe as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt;, right? Haha. We've been watching this over and over again today at my cousin's house. We're all not getting tired of it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aaaaand (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;this will be the last one, I promise&lt;/span&gt;), I need to wake up early tomorrow., I have to ready for all the acad stuff by 7 &lt;s&gt;freaking&lt;/s&gt; am. So yeah.. farewell! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-1987941591705489816?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/1987941591705489816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/05/phenomenon.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/1987941591705489816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/1987941591705489816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/05/phenomenon.html' title='Phenomenon'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/2n201sp_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-2251586421121744665</id><published>2009-05-19T15:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:03:44.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is so unfair.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hellooooooooo!&lt;/span&gt; I'm still alive here. Our internet connection got really sucky recently and it was extremely irritating because it was all like, on and off and on again and off so I decided to take a break and start reviewing for my senior year and college entrance exam and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIFE IS SO FREAKING UNFAIR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just created a wonderfully colorful set in &lt;a href="http://polyvore.com/"&gt; Polyvore &lt;/a&gt; when it all got &lt;u&gt;deleted.&lt;/u&gt; I worked hard on that set considering the fact that the internet is still really slow and all and browsing through all those pages and it all just got wasted. I might try to rebuild the set again, but that would not happen right now, maybe soon when I finally pass all the bitterness. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Life is so unfair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the past days reviewing and convincing my Aunt to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"scholar"&lt;/span&gt; me for my college study and she was all, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why don't you apply scholarships abroad? In Australia, maybe. That would be better."&lt;/span&gt; And I went, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If I ever get accepted will you go with me there?" &lt;/span&gt;And guess what she said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Of course."&lt;/span&gt; And when I asked her to finance my college study just somewhere in Manila she said no and in Australia she said yes? Ugh. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Life is so unfair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;u&gt;crush&lt;/u&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes, I will now officially stop tagging the phrase `&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;always and forever&lt;/span&gt;` near his name&lt;/span&gt;) was here a while ago. I was sitting a total of two feet away from him and I never had the courage to talk to him or even just look at him straight in the eye. He went out a minute ago. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm starting to believe that the chance that I just missed is something I will never ever accomplish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Life is so unfair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;//EDIT: OMG. I am seriously hyperventilating right now. He (the crush) went through the door the same moment I turned for the door to close it. Hah, what was that all about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kris Allen&lt;/u&gt; made it through the finale. And I am hearing a lot of comments and stuff that Adam Lambert will surely win the competition. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Why can't there be two american idols? &lt;/span&gt;They're both good. Okay, did I just admit that? Whatever. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Life is so unfair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;life can sometimes BE fair! &lt;/span&gt;Speaking of which, our first day of class is moved (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I saw this announcement in person at our school and I am crossing-my-fingers-until-the-bones-break that this is official. &lt;/span&gt;) to &lt;u&gt;June 8th.&lt;/u&gt; Hooooooooraaaaaaaaaaahhhh! Ah, this is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember reading the book, &lt;u&gt;Tuesdays With Morrie&lt;/u&gt;and I remember something that says, "Life can never be fair. If life is fair, then no good people would die early." Something like that though I can't be sure if it's any close to that. Though the concept is thoroughly the same, it wasn't said like that. Something close to that, perhaps. Har har. Did that even made sense? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ah, life will always be life. Life will be life. Fair or not, it will be up to as to make the most of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the words of Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks Of Being A Wallflower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://triple-d.tumblr.com/post/109868082/dottedcircles-wtfloserfacee-supmoses%20target="&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/25t9bic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I bid you farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-2251586421121744665?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/2251586421121744665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-is-so-unfair.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/2251586421121744665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/2251586421121744665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-is-so-unfair.html' title='Life is so unfair.'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/25t9bic_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-5860965903843037764</id><published>2009-05-10T17:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T18:58:08.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It touches everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..Just say it again and mean it, we don't miss a thing. - Paramore, When It Rains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining like hell for the past few days and our subdivision was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FLOODED.&lt;/span&gt; Like seriously, the water was so.. huge and dirty and muddy and stuff. And the water went inside our computer shop and our house. Really awful. Anyways, things are looking better now. Except that.. every waking day, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;date/s&lt;/span&gt; are growing closer! First day of classes: &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;JUNE 1! &lt;/span&gt;Can I say what the freaking hell?!?! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Masyado yata kaming namiss ng principal, gusto na kami makita.&lt;/span&gt; Ugh. :| And as for the other date growing closer.. That's a secret I'll never tell. Hm, MAY GANON!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, today is a very special day. It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MOTHER'S DAY! &lt;/span&gt;Weeee! :) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I love my mom! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&gt;:D&lt; :*  Though I admit I am more like a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; DADDY'S GIRL&lt;/span&gt;, I still love my mom! Because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) S&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he is my best friend&lt;/span&gt;, though I do not open everything to her I always give her every detail (that I can share, haha) of my day. Sometimes she complains, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Anak, bakit ang daldal-daldal mo? Ang dami mong kwento, sa susunod naman."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;HAHAHA. then I would stop and later, I would go on babbling again. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My dad rarely listens, his mind is always on his computers, online games and stuff. Hahaha. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She is also my teacher,&lt;/span&gt; especially in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;! Hah, would you know it, she's really good at it! &lt;u&gt;Algebra, Geometry.. Name it. :&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sayang di ko namana.&lt;/span&gt; Lol.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My dad isn't in this kind of field, he's more into English.. Journalism, Writing.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;"&gt;Eto yata yung namana ko e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; :| =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She is my guide, the force that puts me into the right direction, my guardian angel. &lt;/span&gt;Weee, I know it sounds cheesy  but whatever, &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;mind your own mom.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHA, MAY GANON?!? And she finances my growing needs for books! She's actually the one who bought me my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight Saga&lt;/span&gt; .(except for Breaking Dawn, which was given by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Arra Baron&lt;/span&gt; and speaking of which...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's her birthday! YAY! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy sweet sixteeeeeeeeeeeen, Idoool!&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, she is my Idol (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nako eto na, blog post na about you! Ayowwn!&lt;/span&gt;) especially in &lt;u&gt;Photography.&lt;/u&gt; Hah, you should see her photos &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/heeeaaadbaaaaang"&gt; here &lt;/a&gt;. There. :) It's kinda funny how we have a lot in common. And by a lot, I mean, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;really.. A LOT. &lt;/span&gt;Like, in &lt;u&gt;music&lt;/u&gt;.. Hm, yeah. I mean, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like the songs she like and she likes the song I like. &lt;/span&gt;We both love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Moldy Peaches, Jason Mraz, The Beatles, Regina Spektor, The Fray, Five For Fighting, Plain White T's, etc&lt;/span&gt;. :D &lt;u&gt;Movies and books,&lt;/u&gt; too. We were both into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight!&lt;/span&gt; And um, I wasn't expecting that we both have the book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;All American Girl by Meg Cabot. &lt;/span&gt;Haha! :D And also, &lt;u&gt;TV shows&lt;/u&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;American Idol, One Tree Hill.&lt;/span&gt;. And.. &lt;u&gt;interests!&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;Photography, books, Photoshop&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dba? kasi naalala ko dati, nagcomment ako sa pic mo na book about photoshop sa multiply chaka.. basta yun. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;journalism&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hm, dito nga tayo naging close dbangs? =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;social netowrking sites &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;multiply! may tumblr at flickr ka na rin.. tas blog! yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) Grabe, this list can go on forever. Ayun. Basta...&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy birthday Ate Arra a.k.a My Idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;ayon, may ganon?! oo, may ganyan! Har har.&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LYLAS!&lt;/span&gt; :* &gt;:D&lt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just one more week left and I'm free. One more week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more week.&lt;br /&gt;One more week and the Summer English Seminar thingy is over.&lt;br /&gt;One more week... and BANG! goes my heart. &lt;!--3  &lt;/div--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-5860965903843037764?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/5860965903843037764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-touches-everything.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/5860965903843037764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/5860965903843037764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-touches-everything.html' title='It touches everything'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-214507409843781806</id><published>2009-05-05T17:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:31:13.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supersonic hyperacidic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why do I have this silly thing going on with me wherein I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; forget all about my limitations?&lt;/span&gt; I drank&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; too much much soft drinks&lt;/span&gt; today and when I got home, my stomach burned like acid. Good thing it's not hurting that much right now. Thanks to the liters of waters I poured into my throat. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I sort of saved this post as a draft but.. well, here I go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;were supposed&lt;/span&gt; to renovate our office but things went awful. The freaky guards wouldn't let us inside the school, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's a holiday &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and no one's inside so we shouldn't get inside. We were like, WTH? But then, they finally pitied us and let us in only to find out the gate or whatever you call that leading to the 3rd floor is &lt;u&gt;locked.&lt;/u&gt; OMFG. And all the other ways we found, the gates were all locked. It pissed us off. So we ended up hanging around and eating lunch twice. HAHA! Yeah, it's our english teacher's birthday today! &lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;YAY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MA'AM TESSIE PASION! &gt;:D&lt; [HAHAHAHA! MAY GANON?! ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, I saw this article on the newspaper yesterday, and it says something like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"LAMBERT, FIRST GAY/BISEXUAL AMERICAN IDOL &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;KUNG SAKALI&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;/span&gt;Read this paragraph again, I said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SOMETHING LIKE&lt;/span&gt;, I don't have like a robotic memory to memorize the exact words but at least, it was something like that. Anyway, I think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adam is HOT&lt;/span&gt; but seriously, I think.. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;KRIS ALLEN IS THE BOMB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; rakenrol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/lightened/249343.html?mode=reply" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/i6zf35.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/lightened/249343.html?mode=reply" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/1hv8jr.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;ADAAAM! THE SEXY ROCK GOD!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;or am I supposed to&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;say Goddess or would that be stupid? Whatever, scratch this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/lightened/249343.html?mode=reply" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/2qamjx1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/lightened/249343.html?mode=reply" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/214gfl.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/lightened/249343.html?mode=reply" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/10zr1xv.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;KRIS ALLEN, MY HERO. &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3369536503440345851&amp;amp;postID=214507409843781806" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/xo2uyq.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/lightened/249343.html?mode=reply" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/1672e77.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/lightened/249343.html?mode=reply" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/x1awly.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;I LOOOOOOVE YOU KRIS ALLEN! YAY! &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3369536503440345851&amp;amp;postID=214507409843781806" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/hwzvwi.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That wasn't sugar rush or an after effect of my hyperacidity, that was simply &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kris Allen&lt;/span&gt; working his &lt;u&gt;magic.&lt;/u&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happyyyyyyyyy, be safe. Kbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-214507409843781806?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/214507409843781806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/05/supersonic-hyperacidic.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/214507409843781806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/214507409843781806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/05/supersonic-hyperacidic.html' title='Supersonic hyperacidic'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/i6zf35_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-571313168618189572</id><published>2009-05-04T18:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:06:43.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The title alone made me remember someone. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss that someone so much. I wish I can see that someone right now. I wish I can reminisce the good times with that someone right now.&lt;/span&gt; I wish.. Yeah, keep on wishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, a lot of things are becoming closer right now. I'll start with.. the farthest one. Yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;New Moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The movie, I mean. I am excited about this because &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.)&lt;/span&gt; Jacob's hair is a lot shorter. Hahahaha.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 2.)&lt;/span&gt; Italyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.)&lt;/span&gt; The director is a new one. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.)&lt;/span&gt; Of all the twilight books, this book (New Moon) is definitely my favorite. :D I know Twilight seems to be so &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;panis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; right now because &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt; is back on track, actually, it didn't ever went off track. It's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN&lt;/span&gt;. Like it always has been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My birthdaaaaaaaay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; OMFG. I am turning another year older. I am somewhat getting paranoid about all this growing-old stuff. To think that my birthday is still months away, 2 more months away or something but still. I'm gonna be a &lt;s&gt;fucky&lt;/s&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fifteen year old freak.&lt;/span&gt; OMG! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIFTEEN!&lt;/span&gt; That's too old already! :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Senior year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Drum rolls pleaseeee...&lt;/span&gt; One more year and we're off to the real world. This thought is so scary. Ugh. There are a lot of things we are all expecting this year. ECHOSEM, LASSAA and all, these events made us all freak out and we're like preparing already. Hahaha. I can't believe I already spent &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt; sucky but amazing years in High School.&lt;/span&gt; (Oh crap, this is so melodramatic. Haha.)I though I'd drop out early. Haha, kidding. Thinking about this made &lt;/span&gt;me miss my classmates so much. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;And an event that I should not be looking forward to because.. who am I to look forward to this? It's not like I'm even a part of his freaking amazing life. He's part of mine, but I'm pretty sure I am not part of his. This hurts. It gives me this weird feeling that makes me want to cry. Aaaww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, I guess that's it for now. I really need to make a new layout for my blog. It looks so trashy right now. Hahahaha. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before I say, be happy, be safe and Kbye.. There's something I want to share. I was rereading &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/span&gt; this afternoon (yes, I reread all my books that's why I very nearly know all the pages) and I looked for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chapter 17&lt;/span&gt; (my favorite number) and I saw this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHAT DO I LOOK LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE WIZARD OF OZ?&lt;br /&gt;YOU NEED A BRAIN?&lt;br /&gt;YOU NEED A HEART?&lt;br /&gt;GO AHEAD. TAKE MINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TAKE EVERYTHING I HAVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And now as I say the magic words (lolwhut), be happy, be safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kbye! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-571313168618189572?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/571313168618189572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/05/closer.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/571313168618189572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/571313168618189572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/05/closer.html' title='Closer'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-6521356563002998836</id><published>2009-05-03T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:37:23.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..is an awfully long time.&lt;/span&gt; (I've read this someplace before I forgot where.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the drama and shizz, I went to the church this afternoon and.. it wasn't like my usual sunday mass. I don't know, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe because Paquiao won, maybe because the celebrant has this weird accent&lt;/span&gt; and it made him sound like.. what, a dork or something? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or maybe because I saw a lot of familiar faces,&lt;/span&gt; I saw my classmates,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Thea, Joanna and Antoinette and &lt;u&gt;a couple..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; I know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about this couple, it's weird because I've heard some freaking rumors before, well, yeah, it seemed so distant but it was only a year ago, back when I was still a sophomore, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that the guy's best friend was courting the girl, which is already his bestfriend's girlfriend. &lt;/span&gt;Hm, did that made sense? It's really complicated and all. And I was kinda surprised to see them still going strong. I suddenly remembered &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sam and Emily&lt;/span&gt; (shut up, I know it's twilight-y but what the hell..). They just.. I don't know.. I can feel the love. Lolwhut, did I just typed that? Whatever, basta, they seem to be the perfect couple. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para bang imprinted?&lt;/span&gt; ..OK, scratch that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, speaking of couple and about my title.. Hm, how am I going to start with this... I'll rant about this some other time. I have to go now, it turns out my parents are in the mood to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;go pasyal.&lt;/span&gt; Yehey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I welcome my old blogger buddies back! &lt;u&gt;Eena and Lara!&lt;/u&gt; And... wait for this... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY IDOL, ARRA BARON NOW HAS A BLOGSPOT ACCOUNT! YEHEY! LYLAS! :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy, be safe.&lt;br /&gt;Gooooooooooood night! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-6521356563002998836?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/6521356563002998836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/05/forever.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/6521356563002998836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/6521356563002998836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/05/forever.html' title='Forever'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-1091390407123986786</id><published>2009-04-30T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:53:35.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I can't breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Without you, but I have to. - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Breathe, Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is so unexpected but I am totally digging this song. I couldn't get it out of my head for like a week already. I don't know what else to say, basta, I love this song and I can't get over it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I found a picture of my old-friend-turn-to-crush and a weird kind of feeling washed me over. I started deleting photos from my folders cos my dad is kinda complaining I am limiting the space left for his own files. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I saw all of the photos I kept which is basically just HIM when I started stalking him last January and I didn't deleted them. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will keep them. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TOP TEN THINGS I DID TO DISTRACT MYSELF &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;#10. You paint your nails with a really cute color: PURPLE but end up messing it up because it turns out you really have no idea how to do it. You thought it was all so easy and when you finally tried it yourself you end up scratching it off with alcohol and your nails now looked hideous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;#09. But whatever, you still like it. It's purple, for crying out loud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;#08. Post an insanely random blog for the sake of posting something. Haha, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;#07. You notice that other people's blogs are really pretty and you want yours to look pretty, too. So you start exploring the ver-so-complicated world of photoshop cs4 and you try to make a banner to replace your old one which looked plain and boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;#06. You postpone your blog revamping to another day because you want to finish this post first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;#05. You won't be able to finish this post because dinner is ready and they are nagging you to get yor ass off the computer and eat naaaaw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kbye people! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Be happy, be safe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-1091390407123986786?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/1091390407123986786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-i-cant-breathe.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/1091390407123986786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/1091390407123986786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-i-cant-breathe.html' title='And I can&apos;t breathe'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-6176105781970475232</id><published>2009-04-27T19:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T09:13:47.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past is past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...pero sakin, hindi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Says someone to his ex-someone.&lt;/span&gt; Obviously, the girl is hopelessly trying to make herself look like she's already move on well the truth is, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;based from an outsider's point of view,&lt;/span&gt; she totally isn't. The ex boyfran asked for her number and she refused to give it. I don't know if the guy's really over her but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think HE is&lt;/span&gt;. He's spontaneously talking to the rest of us while the  girl is trying to look &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so indifferent! &lt;/span&gt;Now why am I freaking out? Well, because I've been reading three consecutive books which is all about how girls deal with heartache, boys and flings (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every Girls Guide Series)&lt;/span&gt; and I sure learned a lot from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think, the girl is trying to avoid all sorts of communication with the ex because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;a.) She still have that tiny bit of feeling towards him&lt;br /&gt;b.) Doesn't feel anything but have this sort of feeling that if they start being connected with each other again, she's afraid that they are going to be something more.&lt;br /&gt;c.) Wala lang.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our r&lt;u&gt;adio broadcasting practicum&lt;/u&gt; today and I have to tell you.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t was ridiculously wonderful.&lt;/span&gt; Though I have a freaking awful cough and I was like clearing my throat every now and then which made it hard to deliver a news story in a fast-paced manner keeping the intonation and pacing and stuff, it was a heck of fun and an unforgettable experience. I'd gladly do it over and over again which I am definitely going to do.. for the rest of this week, at least. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how in life we miss chances and whenever that chance would pass us by, there's nothing much we can do about it. It sucks, seriously, to miss the chance.  S&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o, once someone knocks on your door, and once you open it, do not be too eager to close it. Let each passing second be a lasting memory so once you close the door, you'll expect another knock tomorrow and for the rest of eternity. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy, be safe.&lt;br /&gt;Kbye. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-6176105781970475232?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/6176105781970475232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/past-is-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/6176105781970475232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/6176105781970475232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/past-is-past.html' title='Past is past'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-7414816806281406202</id><published>2009-04-26T16:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:00:05.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To reach through the phone line and dig deep into that woman's soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I never felt so ridiculously wonderful. :)&lt;/span&gt; I watched &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little Manhattan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; for like, the nth time! I knew every line, every song and every scene but it never bores me. I still feel giggly and giddy like the very first time I saw the movie. Oh my freaking gosh, I feel so blissful right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is really awesome right now.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's windy and cloudy and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's going with me right now except that tomorrow, or should I say the entire week next week (Huh, does that make sense?) w&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e'll be guesting on some sort of radio show and I hope it would be fun, we'll be answering love problems or whatsoever and we'll play nice songs and stuff! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I go, I'll flood this post with amazing quotes from my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALWAYS AND FOREVER FAVORITE MOVIE, &lt;u&gt;LITTLE MANHATTAN.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I want to buy the book where this movie is based from. Hm, yeah. :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;Gabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;thinking while standing with Rosemary and Ronny&lt;/i&gt;] Is there anything more excruciating than you and your date and your mom's date all hanging out with absolutely nothing to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0656929/"&gt;Ronny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Don't do anything I wouldn't do, okay kiddo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;Gabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Okay, that's more excruciating. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0113186/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0113186/"&gt;Old Man on the Street&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I had a girlfriend once upon a time, too. She trampled my heart. Left me bleeding on the floor. Run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;Gabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0113186/"&gt;Old Man on the Street&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Run while you still can, brother. Take my advice. Make like the wind. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;Gabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: But it wasn't that easy. I guess love never is. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;Gabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Never had I been so keenly aware of the ability of palm to manufacture sweat, but I was determined to hold that girl's hand for every single second. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;Gabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;watching Rosemary looking at herself in the mirror in her flower girl dress&lt;/i&gt;] Okay, what's going on here? What the heck is this? Oh my God. What's this feeling in the pit of my stomach? Who is this - this amazing creature before me? I looked at Rosemary and just felt so, um, confused. She's a girl. I'm supposed to despise girls, not feel nervous talking to one, not feel tongue-tied. I mean this was Rosemary Telesco, I knew her since Kindergarten! &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;Gabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Love is an ugly, terrible business practiced by fools. It'll trample your heart and leave you bleeding on the floor. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And what does it really get you in the end? Nothing but a few incredible memories that you can't ever shake.&lt;/span&gt; The truth is, there's gonna be other girls out there. I mean, I hope. But I'm never gonna get another first love. That one is always gonna be her. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1659579/"&gt;Rosemary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: But I thought you hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;Gabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I don't. I lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;Gabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;thinking&lt;/i&gt;] I wasn't gonna be like my father. I wasn't gonna let all these things left unsaid smother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;Gabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Rosemary, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1659579/"&gt;Rosemary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: You what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;Gabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I do. I'm sorry, but I love you more than anyone's ever loved. I love you, I love you, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;Gabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;thinking&lt;/i&gt;] How's that for letting it all hang out there? And hang, and hang, and hang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;Gabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: You think you might wanna love me, too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1659579/"&gt;Rosemary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I don't know what I think, Gabe, I'm only 11. I don't think I'm ready to be in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;Gabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I'm not ready and I'm doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1659579/"&gt;Rosemary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Maybe I was wrong, maybe girls don't mature faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;Gabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: No they do, they do, you know they do. You even said so at the park. We at least mature at the same rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1659579/"&gt;Rosemary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I don't know what mature is anymore, but I'm really happy you came. Do you want to dance, Gabe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;Gabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Sure, what the hell. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;Gabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: I couldn't escape them, all the little things I left unsaid, I was drowning in them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;Gabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Dad, what's the deal with girls? I mean, why are they the way they are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0925966/"&gt;Adam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: You're talking to the wrong man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;Gabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Well, how come all love has to end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0925966/"&gt;Adam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Let me tell you something about me and your mom. Once upon a time, we really loved each other, but as time went by, there just got to be all these things, little things, stupid things, that were left unsaid. And all these things that were left unsaid piled up, like the clutter in our storage room. And after awhile, there was so much that was left unsaid, that we barely said anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;Gabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Well, why didn't you just say them then, dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0925966/"&gt;Adam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I don't know, Gabe. I kind of wish I had. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;Gabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: It's amazing how quickly time moves. Just yesterday, I thought I loved her, but now, I don't even care about her at all. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0633223/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0633223/"&gt;Leslie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Maybe not everything is supposed to last forever. Certain things are like... like... skywriting. Like, like, like a really beautiful thing that lasts for a couple moments and then... You know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;Gabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;cries&lt;/i&gt;] Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0633223/"&gt;Leslie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I know, honey. Love sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;Gabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Yeah. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;Gabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;after intense karate battle daydream&lt;/i&gt;] If only life were that simple. &lt;/blockquote&gt;Oh yeah, I have a Tumblr account! &lt;a href="http://triple-d.tumblr.com/"&gt; Click here! :) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy, be safe. Kbye :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-7414816806281406202?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/7414816806281406202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-reach-through-phone-line-and-dig.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/7414816806281406202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/7414816806281406202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-reach-through-phone-line-and-dig.html' title='To reach through the phone line and dig deep into that woman&apos;s soul'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-5102112191799478806</id><published>2009-04-23T19:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:53:33.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone else but you</title><content type='html'>I've been shockingly obsessed with this song since I've heard it, not in the movie Juno but someplace else. And not only with that song but with a LOT of songs lately. I'm not really a music aficionado or whatever, really. And apparently, I am so into music. Like, whoa. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I am currently listening to The Moldy Peaches' Anyone Else But You :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I went online and decided to make something out of my time and tried to blog about something that is so not trivial, I was watching American Idol. The three love of my life were there: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adam Lambert, Kris Allen and of course, David &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JAMES&lt;/span&gt; Archuleta, &lt;u&gt;THE GREATEST! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It made me wonder out loud why he didn't win for crying out loud! He's the IDOL, for God's freaking sake! I don't like David Cook, he looks so.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hairy.&lt;/span&gt; Ha-ha. Seriously, he needs to shave, it seriously does not add up to his hottie points, hm, maybe it would even count as deduction. Minus 100000000000000 points, if he even have that much, I suppose he's NEGATIVE now! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Next song is We The Kings - Skyway Avenue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember something significant that I'm supposed to be doing right now and that is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to make a resume&lt;/span&gt; or however that's spelled I don't really care because I have no idea how to make one and I am not really planning to make one though I know that once my teacher knows about this she'd &lt;s&gt;willingly rip my head off&lt;/s&gt;. That wouldn't hurt.. Would it? Ha-ha. I'm going insane right now. Maybe cos I'm starving and I need to eat so I can maintain my body - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M GETTING FAT!&lt;/span&gt; At last! After centuries of struggles and endless gulping down kazillions of calories I'm blowing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I remember something else. About &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;, who apparently &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; out of the picture but suddenly, he painted himself right there, with his arm over my shoulder and w&lt;u&gt;ith that smile I have long forgotten but it was the same smile that made me feel like my heart's going to jump off my throat way up to my tiny brain. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't actually remembered him that way, I mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as someone I genuinely liked.&lt;/span&gt; He &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAS&lt;/span&gt; just a friend, that was what I thought of him and now he's acting all kind of weird and mushy. But then he pops out and he... I don't know. It's all so hazy and weird right now, I couldn't get the picture right. Maybe soon, I could find a conclusion that would fit both of us appropriately and vehemently. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right now, I'm glad I have him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8uGQUz53o/SfBWXh6obtI/AAAAAAAAAE0/cVnyNx2L9z8/s1600-h/3322016232_4917cbd2fe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8uGQUz53o/SfBWXh6obtI/AAAAAAAAAE0/cVnyNx2L9z8/s320/3322016232_4917cbd2fe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327853321420566226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygosh, this talk about love is giving me headache. I guess I will start with my resume or whateverwayit'ssupposedtobespelledorwhatsofreakingever LATER. Ha ha, way to go! Procrastinate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...We will fall together. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy, be safe.&lt;br /&gt;Kbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-5102112191799478806?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/5102112191799478806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/anyone-else-but-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/5102112191799478806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/5102112191799478806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/anyone-else-but-you.html' title='Anyone else but you'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8uGQUz53o/SfBWXh6obtI/AAAAAAAAAE0/cVnyNx2L9z8/s72-c/3322016232_4917cbd2fe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-3556639245021206302</id><published>2009-04-21T18:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:07:04.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So you believe in horoscopes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My horoscope today is so freaking lame. Har har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It sort of said something like: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Romance is on the way, about someone higher, richer, like my boss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;daw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; EW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kwhatever. It's just something really random. I'm bored to hell and &lt;u&gt;I am seriously getting fat!&lt;/u&gt; HA-HA! Finally! Oh yes, I am really working my butt off to get some increase in my oh-so-pitiful-body-weight &lt;s&gt;and not like any other girls who would suck it all just to look like some freaking anorexic sluts.&lt;/s&gt; Pardon my use of words. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yeah, I don't think there'd be any way for me to escape the English Summer Seminar Program thingy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I wanna burst into sobs right now. Boo!)&lt;/span&gt; and not that it sucks but I'd rather spend my dwindling time this summer into something less morbid &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(JK) &lt;/span&gt;and something more fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And it turns out, I need not look further because just yesterday, after two hours of exhausting lessons, I spend the rest of the day with my newfound buds, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ara &amp;amp; Precious&lt;/span&gt; and my long-time friend, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sharmaine&lt;/span&gt;. We walked all over the subdivision and then laughed and talked about a freaking lot of stuff over barbecues and too much softdrinks. :) Well, that was a lovely afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And what much can I say? I'll go over my newly downloaded ebook, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE PERKS OF BEING A WALLFLOWER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Be happy, be safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kbye! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-3556639245021206302?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/3556639245021206302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-you-believe-in-horoscopes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/3556639245021206302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/3556639245021206302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-you-believe-in-horoscopes.html' title='So you believe in horoscopes?'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-5063201843188613843</id><published>2009-04-17T17:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:59:48.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young &amp; sweet, only seventeen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;17 again... Forever seventeen... 17 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8uGQUz53o/SehVIN7OF6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/S0B5cGmIyqM/s1600-h/2654273961_0aa91748c7_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 160px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8uGQUz53o/SehVIN7OF6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/S0B5cGmIyqM/s320/2654273961_0aa91748c7_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325600159030974370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, an urge for me to blog. I wanted so badly to blog a while ago but I just lost it, I actually started typing the title: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WATCH OUT FOR THE AFTERSHOCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe because I fell very nostalgic today and I miss something/someone so badly that it makes me feel really awful and sick and lonely. I am actually wearing my &lt;u&gt;NYSTEC 2009 shirt&lt;/u&gt; and I miss the camp so freaking badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And to make things worse (or not really worse, but whatever) Josh sent me the track, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nobody by Wonder Girls&lt;/span&gt; which sort of reminds me about the FUN moments we had during the summer camp. I mean, this song is the BOMB! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And now I am running out of things to write down here. Oh yeah, now I remember. About the number seventeen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like that number. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;STRANGE FACT ABOUT ME: I have a fascination about random numbers that most of the time, reminds me of something or of someone that is special to me. And yes, the number SEVENTEEN reminds me of someone special. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Someone who I thought WAS special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Someone that WAS special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;//EDIT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sharmaine informed me that photos from 2009 NYSTEC (Bataan) are now up. So, yeah. I did a little collage and I'll share the photo here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/23iexp2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kbye! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-5063201843188613843?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/5063201843188613843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/young-sweet-only-seventeen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/5063201843188613843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/5063201843188613843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/young-sweet-only-seventeen.html' title='Young &amp;amp; sweet, only seventeen'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8uGQUz53o/SehVIN7OF6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/S0B5cGmIyqM/s72-c/2654273961_0aa91748c7_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-3457093414518884246</id><published>2009-04-16T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:40:05.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of passwords and secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel stupid. I posted something here a while ago, entitled: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OF GUILTY PLEASURES AND WHITE LIES.&lt;/span&gt; And then, I saw it already posted here, I don't know why but I deleted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well the fact is, I should really feel guilty about something right now. And now that I thought about it, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I knew it was wrong to enjoy doing something, something that would hurt someone, though that somone isn't innocent and is supposedly to be blamed of, it's still not right to do something reckless and stupid towards that person.&lt;/span&gt; Simply because &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; doesn't deserve it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And it's also wrong to lie, even if it was for the sake of saving yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, just so you know, the post that I deleted is merely composed of questions and those questions, I've answered just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, so back with my new post, I'd say it again: I FEEL STUPID.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am so stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's so stupid of me to almost always forget my password here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He is my password.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And it is completely out of this world for me to forget it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But there would soon come a flick somewhere in my brain and somewhere at the core of myself and then I would remember him. Just like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wonder if he feels the same way. I mean, that sometimes, a day in a year or so, he remembers me. Ugh, I shouldn't bother thinking this way. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know he doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, I fell all the better now. This afternoon, I felt really awful. I felt depressed and alone because of re-reading New Moon. And not eating lunch, that's why I munched on all forms of food available in the house. Haha, I know my Mom would get freaked out when she needs to do the grocery AGAIN. And now I feel better because... Well, it's supposed to be a &lt;u&gt;secret.&lt;/u&gt; Haha. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OHMYFREAKINGGOSH, THANK YOU TO WHOEVER INVENTED YM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*now that's a clue. PM me on Multiply or on YM! if you're really curious. And one thing more, I found a picture of him looking so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREAKINGOHMYGOSHSOAWESOMEANDREALLYHOTI'MBURNINGUP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (lolwhut). PM me once again if you'd like to see the photo I'm babbling about here. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think... I really like him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Be happy, be safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kbye :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-3457093414518884246?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/3457093414518884246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/of-passwords-and-secrets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/3457093414518884246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/3457093414518884246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/of-passwords-and-secrets.html' title='Of passwords and secrets'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-401764887152295954</id><published>2009-04-14T17:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T18:14:41.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The loss of gravity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;      Well, I like the feeling of having my blogging spirit back. Like I want to blog every day about random stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I went home early today, and I slept a lot.&lt;br /&gt;      I dreamt of someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;u&gt;It was all very clear and very real. M&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;   I saw him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   The infamous what'shisnameIdon'tremember&lt;/span&gt;, as what &lt;u&gt;Romina&lt;/u&gt; called him on our conversation last night. (We talked about him, and I also told Bianca about him. Note: Remember your comment on my previous blog post? He's what I'm talking about, and his little brother.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, it's D. D with the M &lt;/span&gt;(not D, the proxy, alright? Ang hilig ko kasi sa letter D! Yuck!)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and the guy who I thought was my friend and after, like, three years of completely no communication, he went popping back into my life just like that and he started acting like I am a complete stranger. Yes, just like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It was weird because I haven't thought of him a lot, unlike before. But now that the chances of us seeing each other is like, spilling to the brim, it happens, it already happened. I dreamt of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of somewhere, he appeared. And my world went on a complete 360 degree turn. While he remained standing still in his own world wherein I am not even by the tiniest bit welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8uGQUz53o/SeRhbtay7pI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Xyal4bYP3G0/s1600-h/4ff040d0e72a5ca6e538bc850e269a13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8uGQUz53o/SeRhbtay7pI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Xyal4bYP3G0/s320/4ff040d0e72a5ca6e538bc850e269a13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324487788135116434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    OUCH.&lt;br /&gt;    I can't believe I just typed those!&lt;br /&gt;    Well, it's all because of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Did I just said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"it's all because of love"&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm going insane. I want so badly to see him, to talk to him and go back with him. Yeah, get back with him, like what we were before, like what we were before we started messing up each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;   Be happy.&lt;br /&gt;   Be safe.&lt;br /&gt;   Kbye :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-401764887152295954?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/401764887152295954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/loss-of-gravity.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/401764887152295954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/401764887152295954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/loss-of-gravity.html' title='The loss of gravity'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZF8uGQUz53o/SeRhbtay7pI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Xyal4bYP3G0/s72-c/4ff040d0e72a5ca6e538bc850e269a13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-5292260085104899604</id><published>2009-04-13T17:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:49:37.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every girl's guide to boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, Multiply is temporarily unavailable as it perform minor upgrades blah blah and I am so pissed because I want so badly to update it. And so I am here, blogging about my oh-so-boring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;#1.&lt;/u&gt; Agree to go on a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;SUPER LAME&lt;/s&gt; ROAD TRIP &lt;/span&gt;with your family but only because they bought loads of ice cream and pizzas. And then you regretted your decision because all they do is take pictures with your super cute nephew and you're left alone in the corner, thank goodness there's your cell phone and goody old music, or else you could've died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;#2.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Start writing your own story entitled&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; MOVING BRIDGES&lt;/span&gt; which is actually your YM id,  inspired by the books you've recently read and get all mental-blocked once you're done writing chapter 1 because &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;you base the name of your protagonist on your forever-and-always crush&lt;/span&gt; and you realize how lame and stupid it was for you to do that but you already started the story and it's foolish to delete it all since you think it came off nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;#3.&lt;/u&gt; Indulge yourself with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;GOODIES&lt;/span&gt; that are found at your kitchen, though they might not be enough, it's still a good thing to have some sugar inside you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;#4.&lt;/u&gt; Indulge yourself not only on food but also on&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; GOOD READS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;#5.&lt;/u&gt; Hang-out with your girlfriends at school while waiting for their clearances to be signed and you're left to do nothing because your clearance got lost and you tell your adviser and she just gave you your card and told you to just keep quiet and well... that's life. And afterwards, you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;RECALL HOW FUN THE CAMP WAS AND WISHED TOGETHER TO HAVE A SUMMER CAMP REPEAT THAT YOU ENDED UP PLANNING ON SUCH AN EARLY DATE FOR THE UPCOMING ECHOSEMINAR. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;#6.&lt;/u&gt; You &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;LISTEN TO AI'S BEST SONGS&lt;/span&gt; performed this season (which are mostly Adam's and Kris') while over-thinking how to escape the English Summer Seminar thingy you're obliged to attend this summer which will be starting tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;#7.&lt;/u&gt; You feel&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt; frisson-y&lt;/span&gt; all over once you discovered &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;YOUR CRUSH'S LITTLE BROTHER ADDED YOU ON YM! &lt;/span&gt;But that's not all, also your other friend who knows every little thing about you and your crush. Now, what is there not to suspect about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;#8.&lt;/u&gt; You &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;flash your new AVIATOR SHADES&lt;/span&gt; to everyone. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;#9.&lt;/u&gt; You play &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;DOLL DRESS-UP&lt;/span&gt; games in y8.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;#10.&lt;/u&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;You blog non-sense stuff for the sake of updating and killing time. Well, this turned out to be a pretty cute blog post (lolwhut) and still, Multiply isn't available. So you will continue playing doll dress-up until you've tried all the 2000+ available games online. Now, tell me, who is still bored?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Be safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kbye! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-5292260085104899604?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/5292260085104899604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/every-girls-guide-to-boredom.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/5292260085104899604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/5292260085104899604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/every-girls-guide-to-boredom.html' title='Every girl&apos;s guide to boredom'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-8542778923527510062</id><published>2009-04-11T16:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T20:54:18.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 NYSTESC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BALANGA, BATAAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APRIL 2-9, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; As what I have mentioned in my previous blog post, expect a long entry so yeah, here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll get tired reading my day to day rambling and story and blah but the hell you care, this is my blog. Hahahaha. Kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, sa tagalog ko isusulat ang blog post na ito sa kadahilanang tagalog ang tema ng camp na pinuntahan ko. Ready? AWOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naitype ko na lahat ng mga nangyari hanggang sa Opening Night, bigla kong binura. Haynako. Ibahin naman natin, para hindi boring. For a change, itytype ko nalang yung mga bagay bagay na mamimiss ko. Aaaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;MAMIMISS KO:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ang ride sa bus papuntang Bataan. &lt;/span&gt;Grabe ha, lahat ng genres ng movies napanood namin. Drama (A Walk To Remember), Romance (Twilight, yeah, walang kamatayang Twilight), Horror (Shake, Rattle &amp;amp; Roll: Emergency, Class Picture, Nieves) at Comedy (My Only You). Oha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ang jokes&lt;/span&gt; sa bus na saksakan ng kakornihan. Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    Boy 1: Anong ginagawa mo dyan?&lt;br /&gt;Boy 2: Nagbibigtiiii!!!&lt;br /&gt;Boy 1: Eh bakit paa mo nakatali? Dapat sa leeg!&lt;br /&gt;Boy 2: Sinubukan ko na... Kaso, di ako makahingaaaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;KAMI: OKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYY! :| =))&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ang ulam na puro MANOK&lt;/span&gt;. Hahahaha, grabe. No comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ang La Vista Balanga Inland Resort. &lt;/span&gt;Haha, ano daw? Balibaliktad yata. Haha. Basta yun. Maganda naman siya, pwede na rin. Kaya lang ang KJ, bawal daw magswimming. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ang facilitator ko,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; si KUYA DAR.&lt;/span&gt; (Darryl Uy whole name nya dba? Haha, labo ko.) Kahit na, well, medyo awkward nung first night, kasi.. talagang awkward pag ganun at kahit di mashadong bumebenta jokes nya, pwede na rin... shempre, mamimiss ko pa rin. Tapos, sorry talaga dun sa field trip. As in. Sorryyyyyyyyy. Mamimiss ko yung fave line mo, "JOKE LANG!" chaka, "COMPETITIVE!" Hahahahaha. GOGOGO! Chaka mamimiss ko yung encouragement mo, yung thank you thank you, kahit wala lang haha. Ayun. Super maalaga ka kasi, sabi ng kebigan ko na taga-balanghai 10 (ganyan spelling ng balanghai, nakita ko sa website ng PSYSCY. Oha!). Ayun. Hahaha. Ingat. :) Sorry pala napaiyak ka namin. &gt;:D&lt;  - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ang TEMAGMA!&lt;/span&gt; Team ELEVEN! *spirit fingers* Kahit na super di tayo close nung unang araw, dahi na rin sa cheering competition, well.. naging close tayo. Kahit na walang award at puro nominations lang, pwede na rin. HAHA! Mamimiss ko kayooooooo! =((&lt;br /&gt;Lalo na si &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PARTNER IN CRIME, ATE ARA! &lt;/span&gt;OMG, super sorry talaga. Pasimuno kasi ako e, sorry ha pero ok na rin, ok na kayo e. Wag mong ipapahamak sarili mo ha, hindi makakatakbo si *TOOT* all the way dyan sa sorsogon para iligtas ka. OK? MWA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ang terms na: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SANDAYO AT TOMARON AT IBA PANG TERMS. &lt;/span&gt;Grabe, nung pauwi na kaya kami e puro ganito sinasabi namin: Mga sandayo at tomaron, magpunta na po tayo sa session hall dahil magsisimula na ang programa sa ilang sandali. Aaaaw. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ang EXERCISE! &lt;/span&gt;SA UMAGA TUMALON, TALON NA PARANG BAGONG TAON! KUMEMBOT, KEMBOT NA PARANG NAGBUBUNOT! TAKBO, TUMAKBO NA PARANG MINUMULTO! SISIGLA GAGANDA LAGI ANG INYONG UMAGA! \:D/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ang kantang, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WANT NOBODY, NOBODY BUT YOU! &lt;/span&gt;AHA! GO THEA COLOBONG! AYEE! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ang WARD SONG!&lt;/span&gt; Since... PSY came to meeeeeeeeeeeeeee.... :-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ang GONG! &lt;/span&gt;Ano tagalog nun? Basta yun... TOINKS. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ang lectures. &lt;/span&gt;PERIOD. Hahaha, sorry naman, talagang kulang sa tulog eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ang CROWN ROYALE. &lt;/span&gt;Yeah. \m/ Super sulit yung stay dun, haha, nag-ULS Entertainment night pa nga kami dun e. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ang BUS! &lt;/span&gt;Ayown. Haha, pwede na rin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ang CAMPERS!&lt;/span&gt; Petoot, Aranchokos, Pia, Thea, Maha, Sharmaine, Eva, Dada, Josh, Arvi, MacMac, Bunsong Colobong, Monique, Alyssa, Chasey (may kulang ba? Haha.) SUPER SAYA NYO KASAMA!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ang CRUSHES!&lt;/span&gt; OMG, madaming gwapo. HAHAHAHAHA. =)) :"&gt; Ayun, period. &lt;s&gt;DUY. ♥ &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ang buong PSYSC FAMILY. &lt;/span&gt;Like, seriously. Super saya. Hahahaha. Sa staff at sa lahat ng bumubuo ng NYSTEC, TEN THUMBS UP, success. Alam nyo, nung sinabi nila na magiiyakan daw sa pledge night, di ako naniwala. I was like, why would I cry when I 'd say goodbye to strangers? Then it hit me, pero nung mismong pledge night lang, na hindi sila strangers, they are significant parts of my life that would always hold a special place in my heart. AYON! :"&gt; Hahaha. Super sabi ko kaya, di ako iiyak pero well, you can't help it once the drama starts eating you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANG 2009 NYSTEC, MY FIRST AND PROBABLY MY LAST CAMP&lt;/span&gt;. Aaaawww. Mamimiss ko lahat. Keep in touch ha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;...Ipagpatuloy natin ang daloy. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Photos on my multiply... SOON. :D&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. You know how you miss someone that it makes you feel so awful and all sick and you can;t function properly? Well, that's exactly how I feel right now. So missing someone, a lot of persons, actually. :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;Be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-8542778923527510062?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8542778923527510062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/2009-nystec.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/8542778923527510062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/8542778923527510062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/2009-nystec.html' title='2009 NYSTESC'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-4490533023230213687</id><published>2009-04-01T18:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:15:01.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What lies ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Before anything else...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;12 minutes before I start typing in this blog post I watched my Father play his favorite online game ever, &lt;u&gt;Dekaron.&lt;/u&gt; As he was dueling or whatever they call that wherein they slay those hideous monsters with all sort of weapons and magic and potions and blah, I noticed that hsi character's name is very boring and I wanted so badly to tell him to change it and words came playing in my head as I start to think of what I can suggest. Then there came the name, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Solembum" &lt;/span&gt;which is a name of a werecat in the ancient city of Teirm (a pet and a constant and faithful companion of a Witch-slash-Herbalist, Angela) who can morph into a young and shaggy haired boy with eyes like that of a werecat. He is one magical creature. Or it could be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Argetlam&lt;/span&gt;", an ancient word that means silver hand. As I typed these suggestions I'm kindof regretful for finishing the book, Eragon too fast. I've read the 700+page novel in more or less four days. And it made me want to watch the movie all over again. Anyway, I don't think my Father would consider those suggestions. His character's name is so baduy, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dStalker&lt;/span&gt; and so is he. HAHA. I am such a stupid daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When I finished Eragon, I got TWO NEW BOOKS. First is &lt;u&gt;Meg Cabot's ALL AMERICAN GIRL: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;READY OR NOT&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/u&gt; A sequel to the first book which I already have. Second is Twilight Saga's last installment (except for midnight sun which as far as I know isn't published yet.), &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BREAKING DAWN&lt;/span&gt; which is a gift (a very nice and tempting one to say no) from my friend and idol, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARRA BARON.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;I LOVE HER TO BITS!&lt;/u&gt; HAHAHA. I can't quite spell it how we got so close and bonded but I know and I can remember vividly that our first cconversation is completely about TWILIGHT. We talked for, like, hours and non stop. Exchanging coments about the characters, the books, the chapters, the movie and everything under the sun about Twilight. I'm kindof sad she's gone away for college. I hope to see her soon though because I know that I haven't thanked her enough for these gifts (Breaking Dawn and for letting me borrow Ready or Not) and her FREE HUGS! HAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Okay, enough of the babbling. I felt sick all day! Maybe it's because of the strange weather or because of the strange mix of emotions washing through me all for the sake of&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; PSYSC National Summer Camp.&lt;/span&gt; I'll be away for a week and be surrounded with strangers (well excpet for my 16 companions which are my classmates, schoolmates and teachers who I only get to see during sleeping time and the day that we'll use making gala all over the town but other than that, I'll be in a pool of complete strangers who might be speaking another dialect I am not familiar of and have a very queer and competitive view and higher intellectual capacity than me. Yikes, that just sent a shiver through my whole body.)  and without access to my online world. OH BOO! :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So yeah, though it really pains me to leave my new blog, it is strictly necessary. Expect a long blog post upon my arrival. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-4490533023230213687?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/4490533023230213687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-lies-ahead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/4490533023230213687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/4490533023230213687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-lies-ahead.html' title='What lies ahead'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369536503440345851.post-2604021507182148461</id><published>2009-03-29T18:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:15:38.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are my sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;In the heat of the summer sunshine&lt;div&gt;I'll miss you like nobody else does,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like nobody else had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And like nobody else could have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the heat of the summer sunshine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dream of your pale white face,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dream of your thin body shape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dream of you by my side, I dream us together, side by side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hellooooo. I am rebirth with a new blog. Sorry for the unannounced inactivity of KISSTHATDRUMMER but now I am back :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And yes, baby. IT IS SUMMER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But boy, I already have a lot of things to do this summer and I am not really loving it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;1.) PSYSC NATIONAL SUMMER CAMP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Finally, I get to join this. I am half-excited half-nervous. Excited because well I AM EXCITED! That's gonna be a week in Bataan! And I'm nervous because I'll be mingling with strangers but I am at the same time, excited to make friends! And I'll be joining the photojourn contest though I really doubt my abilities. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2.) ENGLISH SUMMER PROGRAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My english teacher is liketelling me that I am OBLIGED TO JOIN THIS THING AND I DO NOT WANT TO BECAUSE WE'VE GOT PLANS FOR THE SUMMER. It's a 40-day program, 1 hour a day and I'm like.. WTH, It's summer! Too bad I really have to go to this thing or else... well, you know what happens once you turn down a teacher's offer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;3.) REVIEW FOR COLLEGE ENTRANCE EXAMINATIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm somehow excited for this and I hate myself for feeling this way. Not that I don't want to prepare myself for the college entrance examinations, it's not that. It's another story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;4.) BACK TO BOOKWORM MODE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have like, a lot of books to read this summer because I told myself that half of my allowance for the camp woudl be spend entirely and leisurely on books. I love myself. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;5.) UM, HAVE FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And that is all about a long lists of things I've been wanting to do ever since school went out like watch every episode of American Idol (ZOMG I am so in love with Adam Lambert and Kris Allen.), blog and blog and blog, write and write and write, take more pictures, take risks... and things that I have taken for granted before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Have fun this summer! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369536503440345851-2604021507182148461?l=crossthatdistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/feeds/2604021507182148461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-are-my-sunshine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/2604021507182148461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369536503440345851/posts/default/2604021507182148461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossthatdistance.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-are-my-sunshine.html' title='You are my sunshine'/><author><name>karakino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731842714564459574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDsmxKzaog8/Tvv5a4c4zqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-ISsv6kJf7A/s220/PC240316.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
