<?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-8252871948642518843</id><updated>2011-09-10T14:05:44.842+08:00</updated><category term='pandaboy'/><category term='mickey'/><category term='weekends'/><category term='black'/><category term='top ten'/><category term='those days'/><category term='bill'/><category term='social objections'/><category term='lists'/><category term='bruce'/><category term='boys'/><category term='shrek3'/><category term='white'/><category term='template'/><category term='major wiggage'/><category term='bob'/><category term='alter ego'/><category term='candy magazine'/><category term='mcdaddy'/><category term='josh'/><category term='football'/><category term='groupie alert'/><category term='aljamal'/><category term='travelling'/><category term='nelle'/><category term='future'/><category term='lame'/><category term='harry potter'/><category term='copycats'/><category term='annoyed'/><category term='name stuff'/><category term='babbles'/><category term='rants'/><category term='carmona'/><category term='megabits'/><category term='pugad baboy'/><category term='school'/><category term='wendy'/><category term='teen tv shows'/><category term='abt ur luv'/><category term='mindtalk'/><category term='weekly updates'/><category term='hillary'/><category term='dead'/><category term='beatles'/><category term='buwisit'/><category term='early morning'/><category term='quickie'/><category term='weight issues'/><category term='blogger'/><category term='victor basa'/><category term='the neighbor&apos;s'/><category term='pbb'/><category term='rockband'/><category term='field demo'/><category term='superficial'/><category term='sto nino'/><category term='random stuff'/><category term='saturday'/><category term='insanity'/><category term='nel'/><category term='multiply'/><category term='aj perez'/><category term='long ones'/><category term='abt ur love'/><title type='text'>accidentally in luurrrve.</title><subtitle type='html'>dadadada. princess of babble. =D</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>196</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-7134918919174378397</id><published>2008-07-09T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:28:36.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a freaking ghetto gangsta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 559px; height: 867px;" class="tblBorderAll" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizfarm.com//images/1104016165ghetto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=58N" target="_blank"&gt;What's Your High School Stereotype?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/" target="_blank"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Ghetto gangsta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;table style="width: 384px; height: 354px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Drama nerd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="31"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;31%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Ghetto gangsta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="31"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;31%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Prep/Jock/Cheerleader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="25"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Stoner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="19"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;19%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Goth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="19"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;19%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Geek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="6"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;6%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Punk/Rebel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="6"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;6%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Loner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;0%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHHA I LIKE THIS QUIZ!!! This is funny. I can actually imagine Bene, suddenly being like...*thinks of the school in High School Musical* East High ba yun? Each table in the cafeteria belonging to a certain clique. I'm glad Bene isn't like that. I mean there are cliques, but not extremities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I see me, in baggy jeans and a beanie, being all "Hey, homie, was happenin man?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAH. I'd make the worst ghetto chick. Although I wouldn't mind having those ultra-cool neon Nike high tops. They are love shoe-nified. And besides, the ghetto music wouldn't fit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm absent from school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I was too sick to even feel my mother poking my ass, daring me to wake up. Which, simply put, means that I didn't wake up in time for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completely blame the coughs and the colds. This is the worst bout with the tandem that I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I didn't miss a lot &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daw&lt;/span&gt;. Although Johan said the lounge was quiet because I was absent. In his words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Johan Asher De Mesa:&lt;/span&gt; bat ka absent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vicky marquez:&lt;/span&gt; awww namiss mko no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Johan Asher De Mesa:&lt;/span&gt; oo wla kcing maingay sa lounge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vicky marquez: &lt;/span&gt;pramis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Johan Asher De Mesa: &lt;/span&gt;oo... bat ka absent?&lt;/blockquote&gt;Of course I took it as a compliment. How else can I take it? Trust me to feel good about being loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE been loud lately. But alteast I now know. Like how I "BARK" at people pala, without knowing it. And how a simple "excuse me" induced with SO MUCH attitude could make a teacher say "uy, easy lang!". I have to control the tone of my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well atleast I'm aware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, what I'm aware of lately is my kasungitan and katarayan. Which, I found out, was rather a genetic thing. Or maybe I was influenced by my parents. But yeah. My mom said "Ang taray mo na, masungit ka pa, suplada ka pa." Which I didn't take wrongly. It was true. Although sometimes, because of my personality nga, my "shyness" is confused with "kasupladahan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People don't believe me when I say I'm shy. Sometimes I don't believe it either. But one way or another, I've learned how to overcome my shyness eh. Of late, I haven't showed any signs of shyness. Complete opposite nga eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I actually believe that ditching my glasses would make it easy for me to "change" the whole image. Plainly, with just my glasses on and a blank face, I look mataray daw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my glasses though. They breathe life to the "Victoria" in my name. My mom told me that she thinks that one way or another, I might have been royalty in my previous life. Wishfully thinking, sana si Queen Victoria. :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without the glasses, I could either be "Maria" or "Isabel". I choose "Isabel". Sounds nicer eh. Isa Marquez. Ayyy, parang artista. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my darling glasses, oh my darling spectacles have been giving me FACIAL TANLINES which are bothering the holy heck out of me. I swear. It would bother you if you were me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I missed the monthly school mass today. Which sucks, because I like masses at Bene. The monthly ones. Because of the following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;a) I feel like the monthly masses are the only saving grace that I have from burning in hell. When I'm with my batchmates, I am reminded of the things that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; need to pray for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) I get to show off my neck-tying skills! I love tying neck ties. So much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Hmm. I just like them. Whenever I go to mass I feel like my spirit has taken a good, long, bath. My soul feels dirty lately.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I completely abhor the gala uniform though. Although my friends say they look good on me. Which is something that I don't know if I'll take as a compliment or as an insult. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to tomorrow, well we have a lot of activities tomorrow. Trust me to be absent on a day when all the reminders are given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have this thing about wearing red, and then offering flowers, and then bringing rice. At first, I thought I was supposed to bring the grains. As in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bigas &lt;/span&gt;palang siya. Thank God Nikki/Dyords texted me and said we have to bring COOKED rice. Pucha, I would have looked REALLY STUPID with those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bigas &lt;/span&gt;grains. My imagination is on overdrive, so I'm laughing really hard right now. I thought we were going to donate the rice or something. Yun pala we were going to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty pumped up for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy spongebob, I'm leading the Mission Statement during Assembly tomorrow! WITH ME IN THIS STATE! God, I might as well infect the whole campus. =)) It's like reciting the mission statement with my two fingers holding the top of my nose. I sound exactly like that. Ngongo. And what if I cough or sneeze in between? And then snot hangs out pala?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KADIRI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked my voice during the semi-malala stage of my colds though. Kind of raspy and deep. Only the Heavens know how my normal voice really sounds like to the ears of other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, it's 11:30. I need some rest. Be back when something juicy hits me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-7134918919174378397?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7134918919174378397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=7134918919174378397' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/7134918919174378397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/7134918919174378397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-freaking-ghetto-gangsta.html' title='i&apos;m a freaking ghetto gangsta.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-2740040745946135027</id><published>2008-07-07T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T23:20:29.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loveless blues pt1</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When Did Your Heart Go Missing? - Rooney&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;AAAAAH SUMMER DAYS, SUMMER DAYS. I remember listening to this song while riding a trike to Tahanan. Hooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who Needs Shelter? - Mraz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I LOVE YOU JASON MRAZ!!! Team Mraz! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Lack of Color - Death Cab for Cutie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ang ganda nung stat ni Lia, I decided to research the lyrics. Nung una the song was kind of... "Ok, *kroo*" Pero when I listened to the whole song... Shet. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so nice to be blissfully in lurrveee noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oy. I'm not in a state of blissful inlove-ness. Quite the complete opposite. But I'm just reminiscing the good old days when I didn't care about anything else. Just a boy, and the way his eyelashes dance the ballet when he closes his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuck. I'm not talking about anyone. I just got that out of a Julia Quinn book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the heck will eyelashes dance the ballet anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt that, though? You're just in a state of obliviousness. The world stops. S.T.O.P.S. all caps, plus periods in between. You shudder in utter &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kakiligan&lt;/span&gt;, and somehow refuse to share such a shameless moment to your friends. Its your own secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss that feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-2740040745946135027?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/2740040745946135027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=2740040745946135027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/2740040745946135027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/2740040745946135027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/07/loveless-blues-pt1.html' title='loveless blues pt1'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-1029147069635764735</id><published>2008-07-05T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T00:37:06.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's not my name.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good 'ol Arctic Monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss their sound. I should trek to Music1 and buy their album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang tagal na nun ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the Ting Tings. That's Not My Name has been in my iPod for a LONG time already, and I only got to appreciate it because Angeli brought it up and when I listened to it I can't resist bouncing up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need new stuff for my iPod. I'm bordering on desperate. No one seems to have the same taste as I do. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously. I'm stuck in a music rut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a teenager in the 90's. It seemed like it was much more fun. On the verge of high-techness but somehow still left behind. The era of Clueless, and the banner years of Freddie Prinze Jr. The time when Smashing Pumpkins was considered mainstream. The time when corny teenager Pinoy movies suddenly sprouted out of everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even wonder why I think I was born in the wrong era. It could have been anytime but now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see someone everywhere, sprouting like kabute (that's mushroom for you) all the time, would that bother you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It certainly bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe, most of my recent posts have been so maudlin! This is a sign. I need change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back when change has bitten me in my big fat arse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-1029147069635764735?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/1029147069635764735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=1029147069635764735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/1029147069635764735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/1029147069635764735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/07/thats-not-my-name.html' title='that&apos;s not my name.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-7067730279459467932</id><published>2008-07-02T16:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:04:14.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so many questions, I need an answer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday We'll Know - New Radicals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 90s rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back earlier than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know it would drag on this far. I didn't know. I. Didn't. Freaking. Know. What. I. Was. Getting. Myself. Into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demmit. Who knew what I was getting myself into anyway? It was a petty thing. A very petty thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so funny, it's not even funny. (HA?!?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the moral lesson of the story is... nothing is ever a petty thing. Things start out petty, and then they accumulate events, facts and people. And now the petty thing is just a tangled web of...everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired na. I'm tired. Sure. I get out of breath. Sure I smile. But now I'm not smiling. And I am perfectly and normally breathing. And I am tired of the repetitive way that things are going.  Hindi ko na maintindihan. Why do I always ask questions? How come I never understand what I want? How come I never know what I want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I be consistent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it always...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there? &lt;/span&gt;How come it has this effect on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I can't blame people. i don't know their issues. But I can't help it. Argh. I badly want to punch something, someone in the face right now, just to release the anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've waited for the breaking point long enough. Still hasn't come. When will it come? Para when the pieces break I won't put them together na. It's just so tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like. It's like I'm playing a game with someone I don't want to play with anymore. Sometimes I don't even know I'm playing a game. But I am. I feel like I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. i need my dots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-7067730279459467932?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7067730279459467932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=7067730279459467932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/7067730279459467932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/7067730279459467932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-many-questions-i-need-answer.html' title='so many questions, I need an answer.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-2182900516937426341</id><published>2008-07-02T16:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T16:57:39.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bathroom talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive - Incubus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive is my new comfort song.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to think in the bathroom. I won't even attempt to answer the resounding questions that I know are now gearing in yo brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I did it, until I started telling my friends about things I thought of while in the bathroom. I didn't notice the common factor until someone pointed it out to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And up to now, I still do it. Think in the bathroom, I mean. It's subconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm telling you, I come up with the most brilliant things in the bathroom. Our bathroom ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I thought of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of devastating, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's more of a... guess. Trying to tie up the facts and stuff. An assumption, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this whole thing that I thought of is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or that's what I'll probably feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead. With an empty void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I'll feel stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually feel stupid right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if this thing is real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back later. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-2182900516937426341?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/2182900516937426341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=2182900516937426341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/2182900516937426341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/2182900516937426341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/07/listening-to-drive-incubus-drive-is-my.html' title='bathroom talk'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-4264651731662126104</id><published>2008-06-29T02:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T02:11:12.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2:11 am</title><content type='html'>I BLAME JP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to take a morning jog and then trek of to the church for the earliest mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, hindi ko na magagawa yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay what the hell. HAHAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-4264651731662126104?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4264651731662126104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=4264651731662126104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/4264651731662126104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/4264651731662126104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/06/211-am.html' title='2:11 am'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-4206377928883887284</id><published>2008-06-26T18:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T18:25:34.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dot. dot. dot. dots are what i need.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;LSS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you do it, make me feel like I do? How do you do it, it's better than I ever knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Stellar padin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But now listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday We'll Know - New Radicals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One point in my kid-dom, this was my favorite song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew there was something wrong with this day the moment I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't bright and shiny. I tried thinking of the faces that will soon greet me in school later on. Perked up a little bit, pero wala padin eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt like something was wrong. Something was missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to school, I kept on changing the songs in my iPod. Which is uncommon, because I usually finish the song before changing to the next track. Ngayon wala pang kalahati kroo na kagad. It just felt different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling became stronger during the first period. CVE time. I couldn't think properly. And then the feeling grew when Alphonse (my seatmate) and Menandro started talking about YFC and all these religious things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. I'll burn in hell someday. But it just made me feel all the more uncomfortable. That Big Dude Up There and I are going on in a rough patch. Must fix it. Must. Fix. It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day drifted by. OK naman somehow. Alam mo yun. The feeling just disappeared because it was covered by all the laughing and the noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of the day: billet-doux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Trigo time... Ayun na. Bumalik nanaman siya. I was just spacing out and stuff, EVEN IF I knew the lesson already. It was one of the few things that I got during my MSA days. Props to Sir J. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dismissal time. Wala na. Space. Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am anxious. What could this be about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary though. I know what I'm feeling. But I don't know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for certain &lt;/span&gt;why I'm feeling that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm doing anymore. I'm confused. I am hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared because this whole thing that I'm dealing with may never end. May never have a period. Puro comma. Walang period. Kahit exclamation point tatanggapin ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the other thing. If I leave, the feeling follows me. When I'm there, I lose all interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there no way to hide how I feel? Or no way to show how I feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are free in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hell man. I don't even know what I'm doing with my freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much happened. Time to go. Time to move on. Pero ang hirap eh. You can't work on things alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. I need farreaking closure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU NEED TO PUT THE DOT IN THIS PARAGRAPH-LONG SENTENCE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-4206377928883887284?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4206377928883887284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=4206377928883887284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/4206377928883887284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/4206377928883887284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/06/dot-dot-dot-dots-are-what-i-need.html' title='dot. dot. dot. dots are what i need.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-6466578647426852655</id><published>2008-06-25T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:19:34.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stellar - Incubus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_arrow.gif" alt="arrow" title="arrow" height="15" width="15" /&gt;what i like the most about Incubus is at first, for me ha, they sound so all-over the place and generally maingay. but then after a while, after your first dose of an Incubus song, you find it perennially STUCK in your brain. and then you grow to love it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Meet.Me.In.Outer.Space.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. I'm a freaking sucker who just went down the ranks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my layout. It's so bright and shiny, it tires me. I'm getting sick of it. I need a nice and quiet layout. Something white. I can totally see it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of my bright and shiny self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day, I go along bright and shiny. When I retire, I wish to be quiet. Meditative. Introspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or just plain NOT bright and shiny.&lt;span style="display: block;" id="htmlbar_undefined" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="'CheckFormatting(event);(function()" rich_edit=" document.getElementById(" rich_body=" rich_edit.contentDocument.getElementsByTagName(" class="on" src="%5C" width="\" height="\" alt="\" title="biggrin"&gt;&lt;img src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_biggrin.gif" alt="biggrin" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like barfing everytime I think of the green-ness of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying it's an ugly layout. By God, it's a gorgeous layout. What I'm saying is... well, I'm not saying that the layout is not me. It's just that I want a conclave that's different from the usual me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no. Pano na yung plano ko ng white and orange na room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="htmlbar_undefined" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="'CheckFormatting(event);(function()" rich_edit=" document.getElementById(" rich_body=" rich_edit.contentDocument.getElementsByTagName(" class="on" src="%5C" width="\" height="\" alt="\" title="lol"&gt;&lt;img src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_lol.gif" alt="lol" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might have to rethink things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I ever have time to do the things that I used to love? As in real time, big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister has been working here, as always, on over time. What, driven by her addiction and admiration for Haley Williams and Paramore? (Ironically, I do find myself singing Paramore again these days. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_wink.gif" alt="wink" title="wink" height="15" width="15" /&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the laptop... Well the laptop was never enough. There's something with its battery AND changer. It has 1GB space left. That's one USB space for you. I can't install Photoshop. Is there any possibility that I can make stuff there? No. It's not mine eh. I'm a stickler for those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay. I wish I could have my MacBook. hooo. I dreamt of it one time, you know. *Sigh* &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt="rolleyes" title="rolleyes" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Long Tests na in a few days. I can't believe it. 3 weeks of school and phoosh. LT kagad! I haven't learned ANYTHING yet. Okay, I'm exaggerating. But you know, the stuff that I've learned hasn't sunk in yet. Besides Functions and Relations, and how much my brain didn't work during those Trigo sessions at MSA. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_lol.gif" alt="lol" title="lol" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say, I'm a self-confessed geek. Once a geek, always a geek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've said that Geek is Chic, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. It's 10 na. I have to go. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-6466578647426852655?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/6466578647426852655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=6466578647426852655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/6466578647426852655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/6466578647426852655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/06/listening-to-stellar-incubus-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-7391229871269621049</id><published>2008-06-22T14:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:55:30.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored people do stupid things. like fall in love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Chiu, Sam Milby and Gerald Anderson postively murder and positively murdered ballad called "When You Look Me In The Eyes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang baba ng standards ng mga Pilipino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then. That's what makes the masses happy. :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not listening to it by choice, geddamit. I'm in the living room, and the yayas took over the remote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm being slowly choked to death. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO PRINCESS LIM AND MONICA GUEVARA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can talk about so much things. And then I can talk about nothing. It's been a full week since I last updated. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd week of school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much fun already. I've already gotten to know most of my classmates and have actually made friends na. And then there were some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiheeeeeeeeee. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like moving out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to a different URL, and perhaps with a layout that is mine. Only something I made can reflect who I really am. The essence of the multi-faceted moi. Okay. Hindi maganda yung multi-faceted. But you know. I do have different sides and dimensions and personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I look like a schizophrenic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing a mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that make me a hypocrite? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind being a hypocrite. Atleast I am decent enough to admit to myself that I'M PRETENDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretending to be???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numb. Normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll be a time when I'll reach the breaking point because I can't take the hurt the world has given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this emo-ness is rain-induced. That's why I've taken such abhorrence for rain. I can't wake up and say "it's a beautiful day" because the rain and the dark clouds are covering everything! I can't get up kagad and start my day kasi it's raining and I would rather stay in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain doubles the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain makes me miss things I shouldn't be missing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-7391229871269621049?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7391229871269621049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=7391229871269621049' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/7391229871269621049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/7391229871269621049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/06/bored-people-do-stupid-things-like-fall.html' title='bored people do stupid things. like fall in love.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-7055102316230868787</id><published>2008-06-15T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T22:36:45.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 week down.</title><content type='html'>A hundred more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week of school is done. Weeeeelll. What do I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the first few days were kind of awkward for me. Although I'll say I'm probably very lucky with my section right now, since I have old friends with me, pero I get the privilege to meet new ones din. 32 is quite a lot of fun, still in the getting-to-know stage, and I must say...them boys keep me laughing the whole time. :-)) During break time I always have stories to tell to my non-classmate friends, although minsan they don't quite come out as funny when I tell them. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero siyempre. There's this sense of alienation padin. Well not really alienation, but more of home-sickness. Most of my friends, I've been classmates with since gradeschool. Although some, since 1st year lang, there's still this "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awww shucks i miss them&lt;/span&gt;" vibes. Sometimes when I have this joke, I have no one to share it with. Poof, ako nalang magisa tatawa. And then it doesn't help na aisle seat ako, which means I virtually have one seatmate. Unless I want to amble waaay beside the aisle to chat up my other seatmate... who doesn't look very chattable anyway. So why risk getting caught by the teacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one day I was exaggeratingly close to tears because I missed my old friends in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama days. Nothing very serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers. Oh, the teachers I have nought to complain about. Although I wouldn't mind having this certain Mr. Abarquez that they always talk about. I get realllly envious, I just ask some of them to keep quiet. :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my teachers, oh my teachers are great. :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I know my classmates won't believe me, pero I feel so freaking quiet when I resume to my seat. Eh kasi dati ang sabog ko sa classroom eh. Alam mo yun. I just shout whatever side comment I have or whatever. Dito hindi eh. Although I make it a point to make kulit to the people around me padin. HAHA. Wala lang, para masaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whuuuuut else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun lang po. Bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be returning your tags and comments sooooon. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-7055102316230868787?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7055102316230868787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=7055102316230868787' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/7055102316230868787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/7055102316230868787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/06/1-week-down.html' title='1 week down.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-4638748537317157408</id><published>2008-06-09T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T23:29:09.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last of summer.</title><content type='html'>An appropriately named post, since I started the summer with a "First of Summer" post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer was good. One of the best that I've had, actually. I FELT like I've grown up and started realizing things that were just..."pare, bakit ko ginawa yun?" Of course, I am repentant and serving penance, which is a lifetime of guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, I came to realize my old, younger self, that reflected with the kids that surrounded me the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, at some point, I realized that being with kids is a breath of fresh air. They say it out loud, the way they see things, and when they like you...well they really like you. :-)) Kids don't have so much &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chiao chiao&lt;/span&gt;, you know, so much arte in their katawan! No backstabbing, no jealousy...just...fun! Which is the whole point of being a kid anyway. You laugh, you cry, you shriek, you blech with them. I'm telling you, everyone should get their dose of kid therapy once ina while. It's nice to lose yourself with kids sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always this part of myself that will be attached to kids. Especially the kids who marked my summer. From the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Futbol fanatics&lt;/span&gt;-- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carla, Bianca, Dani, Enrique, Nicolo, the other Nicolo, the Urbandub dude, Joshua (was there a joshua? there's always a joshua.)...and all the rest whose names I forgot from memory&lt;/span&gt; but I will remember the moment I see your faces, to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kooking Kids&lt;/span&gt; -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kanna, Sofia, Gia, Dane, Tabea, Gabe, Regina and Patricia&lt;/span&gt;, and to the ones who made my dreary number-counting days a bit brighter, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;MSA kids&lt;/span&gt; -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Niño, Tantan, Mikee and Tristhian&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And of course, how else will summer be without the infamous house renovation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They haven't touched the main house yet, which they're planning to extend. The CRs, atleast. We're going to have our own rooms someday, with custom-made cabinets. That's what you get with a grandfather who was his own big toys for bigger boys (I swear, he could buy out the whole Hardware store if he had the money). And still no certain concept for my future room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're almost done with the second unit at the back, which is going to be the maid's quarter at the top, and the guest room at the bottom. The guest room is at the bottom since if and when Lolo drops by, he doesn't have to go all the way up the stairs for some good rest or whatever. Almost done, being the construction. The tiles, the toilets, everything else is not yet there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well our house looks like a dreary mess from outside, but no pain, no gain people. I know that out of the hot mess will come a really nice, comfortable house that my mum has always dreamed of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I'll be putting in pictures if the house gets finished. No wait. WHEN the house gets finished. :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;, who I have not lost connection with throughout the WHOLE summer! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angeli, Angelique, Barbie and Hazel&lt;/span&gt;...thank you for keeping me sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lia&lt;/span&gt; and to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Princess&lt;/span&gt;, for opening doors of opportunities (Naaaaks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my own special friend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rainbelle &lt;/span&gt;(it's actually spelled Reigne Belle but I don't care. HAHA. Rainbelle is so much more pixie-like! which matches her new haircut), who's staying at the house with us and is a relative of mine. She's very makulit and such a couch hog, but now she's a renewed little five year-old, since we've practically hidden the electric outlet so she won't watch TV so often! :-) She has learned to say "sorry" and has become more polite and sweet and on the way, she became close to my heart na din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bianca&lt;/span&gt; also, Hazel's niece or relative of some sort, for making me realize how good I can be with kids. And Bianca's mum, Ate Eunell, for being so cool and letting me have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grandfather&lt;/span&gt;, for being such a good conversationalist. ;-) oy, PROUD ako diyan. He wears Canvass-colored Chucks. O DIBA? Cool yan, pare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To MY &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEIGHBORS!&lt;/span&gt; How could I almost forget! I know we'd be moving on with our lives, pero siyempre, there's always STARBUCKS and Boxing. Such a great summer with you three (which includes my younger sister) and our honorary member, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jet&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, thank you thank you everybody!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a few minutes shy from the very first day of my schoolyear. I'm nervous still, I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to put the class vibes to the test. :-))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-4638748537317157408?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4638748537317157408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=4638748537317157408' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/4638748537317157408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/4638748537317157408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-of-summer.html' title='last of summer.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-1804237963022336212</id><published>2008-06-09T14:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T15:05:40.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>them boys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LABELS OR LOVE - FERGIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's from the Sex and the City Soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh I love the chorus part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been one for labels, but I love this song. :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Love's like a runway, but which one do I love more?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 play counts since added to iTunes. Hoy. Ang dami nun, considering that I added it up a few minutes ago. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give this song a week before I get sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I AM HAPPY. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang dami kong issues today, i owe it to myself, practically. and it's the LAST FREAKING DAY OF SUMMER. sin, cos, tan, cot, sec, csc HERE I COME HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p28/beekeeney/heehee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 462px; height: 309px;" src="http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p28/beekeeney/heehee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;props to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ViewImages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click for the bigger picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgie Henley aka Queen Lucy looks reeaaal nice in here. and Queen Susan even. Pero siyempre &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Skandar Keynes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ben Barnes&lt;/span&gt; TOPPPSSSSS. King Peter? Wag ka na. I'm sorry. AHHAAHHAHAHA. Hey, atleast gumwapo si King Edmund! Helllooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOSHOOOO 'lul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a starry-eyed, boy-crazed girl. Which makes me normal. Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that makes me different is my taste. Grabe. I'm so picky with boys. HAHAHA. Sometimes the ones that I like, you won't even understand what I see in them. Although I've made good and agreeable choices over the years ha. LOL. Either that, or I can easily brainwash my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just happy to find someone I can GUSH about you know? HAHAHA. I've been real picky with boys of late, and I can't find someone who makes me go "AAAAAAAAAAYYYYYY!!!!!!!" in a LONG TIME. Yung isa... nako, wala na siya. huhu, goodbye. :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaaaang gwapo talaga. HAAAY. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-1804237963022336212?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/1804237963022336212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=1804237963022336212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/1804237963022336212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/1804237963022336212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/06/them-boys.html' title='them boys.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-183422022520440285</id><published>2008-06-06T21:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T12:28:54.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turning japanese.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Watching?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JackTV. Paiba-iba eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face is a few inches away from the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not care to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day has been so full of inspiration, it's crazy. It's like the whole universe is doing this entirely cosmic thing for making up with the terrible day I had yesterday. Thinking of it... well it wasn't entirely terrible, it was actually a whole lot better than I thought. Although ang INIT HA! I have been so used to the aircon pumped out everywhere I go, I totally forgot the fact that...well, mainit sa school. :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well earlier today I talked to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MuyMuy&lt;/span&gt;, the famous neighbor/childhood friend (Ate Monica) who I frequently talk about to my friends. Well we did not really talk, we actually SMSed. Grabe, she's so  freaking good, she gave the BEST advice anyone could give on this certain problem. It's not the type na...cryptic or anything, it's just straight out advice. I love it. :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then later on, at about 7 PM, I went online, and then suddenly my friend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barbie/Barbiepwet&lt;/span&gt; told me about this girl who got featured on the 2bU section in Inquirer, the local newspaper. So I asked her for the girl's Flickr page, and then boom. Ayun na. I started getting inspired. She told me that she thought of me while she read the article, the article being about a photographer and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Tricia Gosingtian &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dollipoptart/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking out her artwork would be the best possible way to convey what I want to say, since you will be thinking that she's so freaking cool anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then starting from there, like I usually do, I jumped from one page to another, landed on Tricia's deviant art and on her model friend/cosplayer &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alodia'&lt;/span&gt;s devart page. Alodia played Lili (as in Tekken 5 Lili) on one cosplay convention(ATA), and it was so freaking insane. Ang galing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. See, I may not enjoy Japanese food so much (the seafood stuff anyways. I need breaking in) but the culture. Oh, the culture. And Japan itself!!! AHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should dab at Japanese music sometime. :-)) The only Japanese person I listen to is Utada Hikaru, and I only genuinely like one song from her. Which is Easy Breezy. :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, continuing Barbie and I's conversation long after our fishtalks with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angeli/Gabby&lt;/span&gt;, she told me stuff that made me feel good. Alam mo yun, taking pictures and stuff. I love my friends, because they tell me good stuff. And the bad stuff as well, which makes them real great. They support whatever I want to do...and we always end up having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I dropped by the website of one of my favorite photographers (and people) in the whole universe. I can't mention her name. Nahihiya ako. :-)) Why? Secret. HAHA. The whole thing is so bloody complex (Ahhh, I love Angeli's wordplay), it's a complete waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then here comes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;, one of my friends that hasn't actually been my classmate. He called me the coolest geek ever! Oh, I love it. Relish the geekiness, people. We are a rare breed. Not. My uncles over there at Billy Shakespeare-yo's land once said that in there, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Geek is Chic, Nerd is Turd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oy, in na pala ako ngayon. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must explore the preppy/geeky style. Sana lang may pera ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What inspired me the most today was the whole photography and Japanese thing. I don't know if I was born to be a professional photographer, although I do know somewhere down the road, I'll be armed with a camera always anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dollipoptart's&lt;/span&gt; photography looks so...well, fun! It has everything I like. Music, clothes, dressing up, conceptualizing... Haaaay. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know how to do things you know? My friends and I attempted a photoshoot, and blast it, it was fun, but the results weren't very good. I do not blame the models, I blame the photographer. Who was me. :-)) The lighting,the make-up, the clothes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Ha, may goal na ako ngayon. Number 1 on the list is the GORGEOUS &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canon EOS 400D&lt;/span&gt;. I need to do research. But demmit pare, it's so mahal! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40,000 pesos&lt;/span&gt;.I mean I'm paying for a FREAKIN DSLR, but I don't know where I'll get money, now that we're having our house renovated and all the stuff on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it'll be so much fun if I DO have a DSLR. Never mind the school photog, I'll take the class pictures nalang! :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the whole Japanese thing. Besides wanting to be lean and beautiful (Japanese women are very beautiful), their whole culture is so crazy, it kills. The manga, the anime!!! Oh, I've been craving for anime so much lately, I crashed at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crunchyroll.com&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tvliveshows.com&lt;/span&gt; just to watch anime. Not so crazy though, I still have a lot of stuff to do so I don't really  have the time to load things. But manga comics, yeah I read them. I stopped at comic #2 of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Genshiken&lt;/span&gt;, 'cause I got too tamad looking for the rest of them. And I got crazy about other books, so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Japanese movies too. My favorite is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SwingGirls&lt;/span&gt;. It's a lot of fun, really! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the clothes, and the makeup! AHHHH. And the art. Oh, when I watch Miami Ink, I always look forward to the Japanese-inspired art that Chris Garver always does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I'm not a full-on crazed Japanese fan whatever yet. As usual, excuse ko ang time. And money. I'll be putting that down in my journal sometime. List down the coolest Japanese things and incorporate it in my personality. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum LOVES Japan. A lot. She even speaks Nippongo. Well not major Nippongo, probably 2nd grade Nippongo lang. She was tutored in her last company just to get by. HAHA. I remember her sitting at the dinner table with me, both of us studying, and then she'd have these flash cards with the kanji and katakana characters in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although after I expressed to her my want to learn Nippongo, she said... "Mandarin nalang anak, China is the next Asian frontier."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fascinated as I am about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;China&lt;/span&gt;, Mandarin is considerably harder than Nippongo. Although I figure it'll be nice to learn Mandarin. And a lot of fun too. Consider cursing in Mandarin, and no one will reprimand you for it. O, lupet diba? And somehow, their culture is different too. I just find Japan more fascinating. More colorful. Different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is such an artsy and colorful day. I love it. Thank you to the people who inspired me. Ate Barbie, Angeli, JP and the photographers Dollpoptart (Tricia Gosingtiao) and her model Alodia. They're so much fun, they inspired me to explore my creative, whacked up side, which really really does exist, you know! Hindi lang masyadong evident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the next 52 minutes pass by and June 7 dawns, consider me a renewed and inspired person. I've turned Japanese. (Right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day is a chance to be inspired and to inspire, diba?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-183422022520440285?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/183422022520440285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=183422022520440285' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/183422022520440285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/183422022520440285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/06/turning-japanese.html' title='turning japanese.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-2985961190536850155</id><published>2008-06-04T18:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:56:49.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rewind. pause. delete.</title><content type='html'>YON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm so freaking scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared because I might lose my presence of mind, and come back to my old self. I'm scared that I might be so incredibly idiotic, it's a mild form of hara kiri. I'm scared of crashing, and burning, and those sleepless, dramatic, poetic, pathetic, emo nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that Vicky anymore. I've changed, even if it's not very evident. I can feel it,and I know myself. Better than anyone else. (Besides a select people. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm less stupid. I'm more friendly. I try not to be mataray. I'm very conscious of my voice tone nowadays. I smile more. I share more. I'm more hyper. I admit my mistakes. I'm more understanding. I TRY to be quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero maingay padin ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do something about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make mistakes. I was younger. I was stupid. I was overcome by some silly feeling, ok? I'm SORRY. I wasn't very conscious. I thought people didn't care. I don't even mention freaking names in my blog anymore. Except for my friends' names, but besides that, noooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to keep how I feel to myself. Give or take a few friends. I've FREAKING LEARNED, damnit!!! hahahaha. The whole episode was so freaking sorry and awful, I wish I could rewind, pause and then delete the whole scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I can't. I won't want to. The whole thing was sorry, but I was happy about it din. If it didn't happen, many things would not have happened. Me and my mom? This close thing that we have? It was because of that. And I discovered so many things about myself, things I didn't even think that I was capable of. I questioned myself, and out of it I got many things. I cried my heart out, made sorry poems (although some of them were REALLY good. HAHAH. in my opinion, atleast), woke up the next day with the piggiest eyes of them all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? After all is said and done, I'm happy it happened. I'm not happy things went down the hill, but what can you do, diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy I learned. I make mistakes, and I will. Pero ibang mistakes naman ngayon. Ittry ko naman yung ibang mistakes. Baduy na pag paulit-ulit. (nge.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;. And then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun lang. Bow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-2985961190536850155?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/2985961190536850155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=2985961190536850155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/2985961190536850155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/2985961190536850155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/06/rewind-pause-delete.html' title='rewind. pause. delete.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-339394275446925095</id><published>2008-06-01T09:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T09:48:24.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vicky doesn't want to go back to school.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold Me Down - Motion City Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a couple of days, we'll be having our usual orientation. I don't want to go. I don't want to start school yet. I'm just too happy and serene and over-all GREAT right now. I don't want to ruin it. No. Mommmyyyyy &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_cry.gif" alt="cry" title="cry" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the first time ever that I don't actually look forward to school. I've always looked forward to school, ever since I was a kid. I loved shopping for school supplies, I loved waiting for the list to come out to check if I'm still with the top kids. I relished the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with what I'm feeling right now, I'm scared that... I'm scared that how I'm perceiving things will ruin the whole 3rd year experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not scared that I don't have anyone familiar with me. I've done that a whole lot of times, it doesn't even bother me anymore. I'm scared because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I might fall again. Crashing and burning, bebe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw someone I liked yesterday. I didn't realize that I liked him until I unexpectedly saw him and my heart fluttered a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get that. Not massive, flying fluttering. Just a butterfly flutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_wink.gif" alt="wink" title="wink" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-339394275446925095?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/339394275446925095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=339394275446925095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/339394275446925095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/339394275446925095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/06/vicky-doesnt-want-to-go-back-to-school.html' title='vicky doesn&apos;t want to go back to school.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-7423212536768628306</id><published>2008-05-31T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T09:26:01.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE A NEW LAYOUTT!!!</title><content type='html'>Yeheeeeeeey. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_wink.gif" alt="wink" title="wink" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't make it&lt;/span&gt;, it's too freaking original and nice for me to making it. Check out the credits part to see who made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once in my whole entire life, I didn't mind using someone else's layout. Eh I'm tired of thinking of new things,and then I found this, and it's so cute and nice, and I just personalized the coding a bit, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been back in a while. It's a miracle I haven't been blogging, given the amount of things that have happened to me. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing man. I finished it before 12AM! And I wasn't listening to anything! Frankly, my ears are tired. :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's good to be back! I think my brain has subconsciously chosen to not blog until I have a brand-spanking new layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-7423212536768628306?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7423212536768628306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=7423212536768628306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/7423212536768628306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/7423212536768628306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-new-layoutt.html' title='I HAVE A NEW LAYOUTT!!!'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-5896144475161980549</id><published>2008-05-24T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T20:33:24.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sofitel buwahahha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I am at:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofitel Philippine Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang yabang ko. Bakit ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oink, I will not return your comments/tags until the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pyro Olympics later!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually don't want to watch it, since they'll be salvaging the skies of mother Earth, but I'd be really DAMN stupid not to watch it. Come on, I'm at a room with a fantastic view out there. People would kill me if I miss it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a real update, gusto ko lang magyabang. I am not properly updating until I have the PURRRFECT layout. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA I LOVE SOFITEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT HAS NICK AND ANIMAX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuwahahahahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angeli, Angelique, Angie, Anna, Muy and Margot (pare-pareho sila ng initial letters) are coming HERE tomorrow. Swimming party yuhahahahahha. Barbie and Hazel couldn't make it though, curse them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might wonder why we're here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my sissy's birthday tomorrow, and since we didn't go to the beach this summer, we just decided to check in. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the days, I chose today to be ugly. My hair was gloriously bombed today and my face is growing a second chin due to a rearing red spot. Shite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's okay, tomorrow's gonna be a perfect, perfect day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-5896144475161980549?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5896144475161980549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=5896144475161980549' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/5896144475161980549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/5896144475161980549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/05/sofitel-buwahahha.html' title='sofitel buwahahha.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-7004797168407970492</id><published>2008-05-18T12:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T12:49:52.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Watching?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ogBjxasdQR0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ogBjxasdQR0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you're a fan of Georgia Nicolson and her diaries, you HAVE to see this. It is POSITIVELY insane. I love love it. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Props to Chloe for giving me the link! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update sometime else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-7004797168407970492?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7004797168407970492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=7004797168407970492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/7004797168407970492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/7004797168407970492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/05/watching-if-youre-fan-of-georgia.html' title=''/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-4027039649774767356</id><published>2008-05-14T14:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T14:31:00.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tears in Heaven - Eric Clapton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Okay, so this might be the cheesiest Clapton song ever, but I like it. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you know my name, if I saw you in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA  &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_lol.gif" alt="lol" title="lol" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be My Escape - Relient K&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Pwede na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like such a mess. The past weeks have been insanely busy, and I'm just not talking about all my aktibidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind has been overworked lately (I've been really lost during Trig and Geom) and I've just been thinking...and thinking and thinking. (Oh, Iron Man. Save me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my blog layout. Oh, my blog layout is a mess. And I don't have any time to even try to fix it or make a new layout. I have a new URL for it, although I'm not sure if I'm going to use it anyway. But I like it. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then realizations and all the B.S. are hitting me hard like a...heavy brick. What is wrong with mee? What am I doing? What WAS on my mind? Why did I do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay. I'm just so sorry, you know? Things could have been better. So much better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-4027039649774767356?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4027039649774767356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=4027039649774767356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/4027039649774767356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/4027039649774767356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/05/listening-to-tears-in-heaven-eric.html' title=''/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-6137156989254108482</id><published>2008-05-14T09:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T10:49:42.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long one full of asterisks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What I Need - Ray-J&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Was this the dude on the sex video with Kim K? HAHA. Who cares anyway? &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_lol.gif" alt="lol" title="lol" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fluorescent Adolescent - Kate Nash&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;OH, I love this version. I love Kate's voice. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_lol.gif" alt="lol" title="lol" height="15" width="15" /&gt; Gives a fresh take on the Arctic Monkeys' song. I still love the original version though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Old Yellow Bricks - Arctic Monkeys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;My favorite Monkeys song for the moment. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_lol.gif" alt="lol" title="lol" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 Minutes - Madonna ft. JT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I love Madonna. She's my guilty pleasure, including MC and the Spice Girls. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_redface.gif" alt="redface" title="redface" height="15" width="15" /&gt; HAHA. I even listened to her non-stop Confessions on the Dance Floor album on the way to London back in '06.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_exclaim.gif" alt="exclaim" title="exclaim" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kill - Jimmy Eat World&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ang emo ha, but I like it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Footie day with the kids at Futbol Fanatics at Tahanan Village!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really really going to miss them. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_sad.gif" alt="sad" title="sad" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dealing with kids the whole summer, from footie, to MSA, and even to cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've gotten really attached to the footie kids. HAHA. I'm even planning to go back for some more next year! Even if I'd be insanely old, playing with them. The "Elders". And the "Big Girls".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana we get a chance to take pictures mamaya.  &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_lol.gif" alt="lol" title="lol" height="15" width="15" /&gt; I know all their names na! &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_lol.gif" alt="lol" title="lol" height="15" width="15" /&gt; I hope I still see them around. I feel really sad when I think that I won't be able to see them anymore!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PC is now overflowing with so many files, games, and programs, I won't be surprised if it bursts any moment from now &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_confused.gif" alt="confused" title="confused" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing we had that extra hard drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I still have a lot of music CDs to put in here (most of them bootleg) since my iPod's music...well it hasn't been updated in ages. The last music update it had was when I copied some stuff from Muy's laptop. And that was what...about early April? And then I had Limewire problems and I now reinstalled the new version, so it's up and running now, and I'm really really glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got some Joan Jett stuff to catch up on. (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Converse's "Connectivity" campaign&lt;/span&gt; is so freaking fierce, it kills.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s124.photobucket.com/albums/p28/beekeeney/?action=view&amp;amp;current=converseconnectivity.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 622px; height: 159px;" src="http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p28/beekeeney/converseconnectivity.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;image from: &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.prohiphop.com/sneakers/index.html" target="_top"&gt;www.prohiphop.com/&lt;wbr&gt;sneakers/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;from left to right: &lt;/span&gt;Hunter H. Thompson, Dwayne Wade, Sid Vicious, M.I.A, JAMES DEAN, Karen O, Common, JOAN JETT and BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK FOR LARGER IMAGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine. So Hunter H. Thompson and Sid Vicious might b puking in their graves, but who in freaking hell cares anyway. I get a thrill when I see them pictures. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really addicted to Watermelon Seeds these days. As in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Butong Pakwan&lt;/span&gt;. Man, I can eat a whole pack of Captain Sid in one seating! Seriously. I'd rather have those than junkfood nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oral fixation. :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magic Sing&lt;/span&gt; has the best song list I've seen? Wala lang, I mean they might not have the latest, but I'm not really into the latest, so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken a peek there a while ago and downloaded some stuff by Eric Clapton, Nirvana, Blondie, the Pretenders etc.etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it not be said that Magic Sing is kurney.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-6137156989254108482?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/6137156989254108482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=6137156989254108482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/6137156989254108482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/6137156989254108482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/05/long-one-full-of-asterisks.html' title='long one full of asterisks.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-5641175474766973223</id><published>2008-05-12T10:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T10:57:33.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aylaveetttt :))</title><content type='html'>Okey kokey, ang ditzy ng title ko. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam mo ba nagising ako ng 2 ng umaga kanina dahil SOBRANG sakit ng tiyan ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi yung tipong sakit ng tiyan na alam mo na... Call of nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deins eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yung sobrang sakit, pagtayo mo, kuba ka, kasi hinahawakan mo yung tiyan mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi naman hinahawakan, ewan ko kung pano mo hahawakan yung tiyan mo... But you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. Buti nakatulog ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo yo yo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O MY GOSSHH!! ITS SOOO PUHREEETTYYYY!!!! :) (referring to the beeeeeyooooottttiiifffoooollll chocolate heeeeeeellllsss!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously hindi ako yung nagpost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kapitbahay ko yun na feeling conya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kidding, i'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-5641175474766973223?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5641175474766973223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=5641175474766973223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/5641175474766973223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/5641175474766973223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/05/aylaveetttt.html' title='aylaveetttt :))'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-5085625005538904875</id><published>2008-05-09T20:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T22:05:36.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my week...continued. (this is long.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walang Kasing Sarap - Brownman Revival&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;haaaay ang sarap siguro sa beach.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_cry.gif" alt="cry" title="cry" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Isn't She Lovely - Stevie Wonder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ahhhh, the roadtrip song. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_razz.gif" alt="razz" title="razz" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everything You Want - Vertical Horizon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;OUCH song dati. Iniyakan ko to. Grabe. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_lol.gif" alt="lol" title="lol" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;He's everything you want, he's everything you need, he's everything inside of you that you wish you could be. He says all the right things, in exactly the right time. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sabi ko nga, dati. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AmIdol update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F* loyalty, I'm not surprised Mr. Castro got the boot. He hasn't been stepping up lately. And the Bob Marley Perf was...awful. It was so bad, I switched channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MADE A GOAL LAST WEDNESDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you, I could not have been ANY happier. Which means the feeling of elation surpasses the fast heartrate when you see someone you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe, ang sarap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing for quite a while now, and it's always been me as a defender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibang-iba pag striker. You move around A LOT and your heartrate doubles and you crash with everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero it's double the fun of being a defender. Defenders only get the fun when the opposite team is on MAJOR offense. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky shot nga lang yun. BUT ATLEAST NOH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had DOZENS of goal attempts today, pero wala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi pala attempts yun. Hindi nablock ng goalie eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, atleast I'm playing striker now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COOKING WITH SEYY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't spell her name without an extra Y in the end anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a LOT of fun. We had an Italian chef for the first day, and he told us that in other sessions, we'd have the Pastry chef and the Japanese chef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayyy exciting. Hindi talaga pwede mag-miss ng lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday we cooked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mushroom Risotto&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pork Picatto&lt;/span&gt;. We were grouped into 4, given the freedom to choose our own groupmates. Since dalawa lang kami, I think Seyy based it on who looks like the most sane among the kids, so we ended up with 2 sisters, an ate who's about our age and the younger kid. Stupid how I didn't get their names. :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I'm excited when all the construction is finished, I could work in the kitchen and whip up delicious meals for everyone else. Yehey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm getting really hooked with piano covers of the songs that I lurrve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back with something juicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, here's SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW(Keane).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TXBnLf68jw4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TXBnLf68jw4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIMEWIRE SUCKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-5085625005538904875?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5085625005538904875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=5085625005538904875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/5085625005538904875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/5085625005538904875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-weekcontinued-this-is-long.html' title='my week...continued. (this is long.)'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-8741301020666281015</id><published>2008-05-09T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T20:45:27.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAM, this post is for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Yellow Bricks - Arctic Monkeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;to cham:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the things that I haven't done during the summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Go to the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I did manage to get a tan and put on sunblock without actually hitting the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Lose weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is really just great. Sarcastically speaking. Number 1 goal and I don't achieve it. Waddaheck. Sa dami ng ginagawa ko wala akong nalose na pounds dun. Anak ng *toot*, ano ba kelangan ko gawin para pumayat kahit onti? Sagwa pakinggan. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_lol.gif" alt="lol" title="lol" height="15" width="15" /&gt; Bitter ako, kasi...ayoko na sabihin yung rason kung bakit kating kati akong pumayat. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_lol.gif" alt="lol" title="lol" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Play with the PC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I was planning to do even before summer vacay started. I was planning on learning how to mix songs and videos, and then to make vectors and to toy with photoshop instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, wala akong time para sa ganun, atsaka laging nakapark sa harap ng PC ang akin pinakamamahal na kapatid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Start a business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I've been planning, hindi ko lang magawa-gawa. I've been flirting with the idea of charging people for one-on-one Photoshop tutoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, wala din akong time. At nahihiya ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Manuod ng mga DVD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matagal nang andiyan ang mga Live Concert etc.etc. na hindi ko napapanuod. Nakakabarat. Pero OK lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, yan palang. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-8741301020666281015?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/8741301020666281015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=8741301020666281015' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/8741301020666281015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/8741301020666281015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/05/cham-this-post-is-for-you.html' title='CHAM, this post is for you.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-3970207755499299057</id><published>2008-05-07T11:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T12:21:56.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my week. busy busy week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Watching?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyra Banks Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're doing the Moment of Truth Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayum. Girl's sleeping around with her husband's best friend, my God. WTF is going on with the world? I mean people. You want to have world peace and love and WTF? WHY DO YOU DO THIS? WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD SHE WANTS TO STAY WITH THE BEST FRIEND!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lie detector even says so!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap &lt;/span&gt;is totally my bad-ass, biker-chick, tight leather costume, Olivia Newton-John in Grease's last scene song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess guess guess who my John Travolta is. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS WEEK HAS BEEN KAREEEYYYYYZZZY! Mayn! I mean, from the weekend up to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I'm pretty sensible, or I would have died by cardiac arrest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried jogging the other day and it was so much fun din. I mean I usually like just jogging around and being left alone to my train of thoughts, so there. I wasn't really left to my thoughts though, I had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muy&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Chiara&lt;/span&gt; with me. The first time I was with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vanilla&lt;/span&gt;, my dog, but we found out you can't bring dogs in SM's humongous parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING THE EXTRA MILE!!!! WOOOHOOOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughtrip ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday naman, I started my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AAPs @ MSA.&lt;/span&gt; No, I'm no idiot, I'm taking advanced lessons to gear up and get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly the best Math person, but I'm not so bad either, I just realized. So my mum's letting me and my sister take Math lessons to build up our confidence with our Math skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried out boxing with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muy&lt;/span&gt; and her friend&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pat&lt;/span&gt; kanina over at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ringside Boxing Center&lt;/span&gt;, in Madrigal Business Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lot of fun, and quite hard, especially the abdominal exercises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wrap smelled really funky though, and my nose is very sensitive, especially to bad smells. I get wigged out when I smell something really really bad. :)) It was very funny because the trainer was asking us to keep the standard boxing stance, hands near your face and stuff, and I can't stop laughing because the wrap stunk man. It really did. The funky, stinky, sweaty smell. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, all is good. It's my first time and I'll probably come back when I feel like it. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cooking with Princess&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow!!! We're cooking at the Palms and I'm quite excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have difficulty how this thing will fit in my lose-weight-regime, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing all these travel shows about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LONDON&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENGLAND&lt;/span&gt; make me want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's just me, or if it happens with everyone else, but I really do find London one of the greatest cities in the world, evaaaahh HAHA. I mean it's magical. It makes me feel like I belong there. Maybe I lived there in my previous life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it has everything I want. The downtown vintage shops and record stores, the humongous book stores, THE PARKS (oh, I love HYDE PARK), the glamour, the poshness, and the countryside as well!!! What else do I love about England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that Football is the biggest thing, and the MUSIC HAHA. And the Brits are charming and hilarious hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, quite good-looking. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The English countryside is the best, though. It's like seeing your old children's books come to life. Goldilocks' home, the briar patch, the lush, green fields, and the cottages and houses were really darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaay I wanna wanna wanna go back. I'm going to the Windsor castle again. :P And I have my camera in haaaaand hahah I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-3970207755499299057?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3970207755499299057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=3970207755499299057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/3970207755499299057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/3970207755499299057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-week-busy-busy-week.html' title='my week. busy busy week.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-801249730734211048</id><published>2008-05-02T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T22:13:38.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>asian hospital.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Watching?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Still Take Home Chef. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, you definitely atleast have to look decent when you go out, even with buying groceries. Although I'm not holding up hope my mum and I would be ambushed by anyone remotely as Aussie as Curtis Stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYYY BACK TO BACK EPISODES! hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, if Curtis Stone ambushes you, it means you're gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've seen this episode already. Japanese-themed dinner. Yumyum. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chick looks like a Filipina and she's gorgeous. :) Pinay nga, Asia pangalan eh. Let's all go figure what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay I love Aussie accents. It's a tie between Brit accents and Aussie accents. A non-observant person would point out that they're the same, but they're not. Aussie accents are more... hmmm. Chill. Brit accents are more posh-sounding and snotty-sounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I love foreign accents altogether. They make listening to the dialogues more interesting. I like to think and pretend that I do good accent-impersonations. Kind people have pointed out that I could work in call centers because I was so convincing. What a compliment, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was once a person who could speak many languages in one of my previous lives. Not necessarily a linguist eh. Listening to accents trigger the same accent in me. Trust me, it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone asks what happened to my mum again, I'm going to forward the link to my site. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fast bits: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum got sent to Asian Hospital and was initially diagnosed for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Food Poisoning&lt;/span&gt;, because she showed all symptoms. Stayed with her all through 3 days and 2 nights. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muy and Margot&lt;/span&gt;, the neighbors,popped in and tripped out with us during the 2nd day. Went to ATC for an hour while grandpops stayed over at mum's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse comes in later on and says there wasn't any trace of bacteria or whatever on her poop or urine so it couldn't have been Food Poisoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't stay for observation though, because she's OK already, albeit quite dehydrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was daydreaming the WHOLE time about seeing a certain someone pop by, be on the same floor or the same elevator or whatever, just be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw no one special besides the girl who's hated by a lot of people in my school. The who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No naming names. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; P.S. I tried making the long part. In fact, I'm half-way through when I made the fast bit version. Then when I tried to continue, I stopped. No making sense if I continued, everything's in the Fast Bits part anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p28/beekeeney/DSC07588.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p28/beekeeney/DSC07637.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO much pictures to be uploaded in les Multiply. Especially of us four. HAHAH. Camwhores unleashed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p28/beekeeney/DSC07663.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p28/beekeeney/DSC07666.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nails, my dear friends, are NEON PINK. FLUORESCENT PINK. HIGH-LIGHTER PINK. STABILO PINK. I like it. It's a funny color. I did it one night when I was at the hospital. Such a funny color that merited many stares and double-takes from people. I don't know why they stare though. I mean sure, it's odd, but haven't you seen odd-looking nails before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this color because it's not me-ish. I'd stick to the more sensible colors, brown, beige, fuchsia pink or whatever. But being not me is actually very me, if you get what I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to buy a NEON ORANGE. FLUORESCENT ORANGE. HIGH-LIGHTER ORANGE. STABILO ORANGE color. A tribute to the two colors of high-lighters that I use. Maybe I'll use that for my feet. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Face Shop&lt;/span&gt;'s nail polish. I collect lots of colors (from different brands before), and I fell in love with them since I tried Muy's stuff. It's perfect when you put a top and bottom coat. Wee, goodbye Caronia (I use their top and bottom coats still, though). I mean Caronia's good and all, but after a while, their consistencies aren't very...consistent? HAHA. And if there's a thing you should know about me, I'm a nail polish person. (I don't do nail polish at school though. Not really because they're against the rules, but more of I can't be buggered to put them on. And they always get ruined after a day.) My happiness comes in cheap. Hah. Face Shop now has a new loyal client. And their nail polishes are pretty affordable, even if you could get the same colors for HALF the price. You're paying for quality after all. And&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sally Hansen&lt;/span&gt;'s stuff are like WOAH! I bought a white one and I regretted it, because I never got to put it on and use it for good. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So helloooo Face Shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound real ditzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p28/beekeeney/DSC07665.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to share this drawing that I made, if only because I find it fantastic. I'm not very good in drawing because I don't really practice. But I'm quite proud of this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magawa ngang vector :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-801249730734211048?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/801249730734211048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=801249730734211048' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/801249730734211048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/801249730734211048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/05/asian-hospital.html' title='asian hospital.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-8308660428591777942</id><published>2008-05-02T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T21:26:26.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>curtis stone and my dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Watching?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Take Home Chef @ Discovery Travel &amp;amp; Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Curtis Stone&lt;/span&gt; because he's so Aussie and he's such a pretty boy, blonde hair, pink lips, big blue eyes, but it really is suspicious how he only picks up the GORGEOUS girls at the grocery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give the tatty old moms a chance won't ya? I'm betting my arse they need more help than the girls who have make up on when they're supposedly doing grocery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have Discovery T&amp;amp;L, Take Home Chef is this show where Curtis Stone ambushes (GORGEOUS) girls at random grocery stores, shops stuff with them, goes to their home, and cooks dinner for her and her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to see an episode where there's a manically jealous husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seeing how he IS gorgeous, charming, a gentleman, and KNOWS HOW TO COOK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my uncle kindly pointed out before..."GWAPO BA YAN?!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK man, he's CHARMING and he's fit, okay? And he cooks well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO man, gwapo siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 217px; height: 306px;" src="http://i31.tinypic.com/bgtvyg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a big fan of blondes, but here's the man. Uh Oh. Is that a hint of a beer belly that I see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh well, never trust a skinny chef they say. I agree. How can you trust a chef that looks like they can't even eat what they cook? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOY, she picked the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COOLEST&lt;/span&gt; girl this week! She plays the drums and she's a total babe hahahah. She reminds me of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chiara&lt;/span&gt;. Tamad, mukhang-hardcore, maangas air, drums and all. She's an awesome drummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl-crush HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had two dreams last night, and it's freaky how I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; one I don't want to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt; one though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was texting this guy, and it's odd how I dream of him and I can see HIM texting me back. He was wearing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;, if I remember well, and he was smiling. (Baka inimbento din to ng utak ko. You can never trust my mind.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oy, creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we were texting and we were talking about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUITAR HEROOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him there was this song I couldn't do, can't even get past the first verse (TOO BAD I FORGOT THE SONG!!!) and then he replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Ako din eh. Kuya could do 3 AM perfect."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I got the "3 AM perfect" part right. Because I remember thinking and being confused if he was talking about the Pumpkins' song, Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is scary because&lt;br /&gt;a) I have no idea how and why I'm texting that dude and&lt;br /&gt;b) WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE HIM? and guitar hero???&lt;br /&gt;c) Bakit may specific song? Is the world telling me something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I search in the net if there's a song that exists with that title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cha-ching meron! By Matchbox 20. I don't know why I'm so surprised that the song is "real". Eh, I reckoned my mind was playing with me..... Ay ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the&lt;a href="http://music.aol.com/song/3-am/10189168"&gt; lyrics&lt;/a&gt; though. I don't know if it's supposed to mean something or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahd, even my mind is playing with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-8308660428591777942?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/8308660428591777942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=8308660428591777942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/8308660428591777942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/8308660428591777942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/05/curtis-stone-and-my-dream.html' title='curtis stone and my dream'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i31.tinypic.com/bgtvyg_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-2617208775987056421</id><published>2008-04-28T23:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T23:16:08.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy blog-niversary!!!</title><content type='html'>OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you I've been blogging here for a year already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blog-niversary is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April 19&lt;/span&gt;. Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when I reach the one-year point, I suddenly want a change of scene, a change of blogs, a change of URL or whatever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just can't stay in one place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year, huh! And I've only had 2 LAYOUTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH, I think that's something to be proud of! I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so far, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6,156&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hits!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOW, that's a lot! I mean that may be how many BryanBoy gets in a day, but for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...That's a LOT!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm making a good guess atleast 5% of those are from me, from the constant checking and reviewing and seeing if I said something wrong or if I misspelled something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo na, grammar nazi na!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I mean, before I used to do all sorts of things to get more hits and comments, pero ngayon, I'm not even doing anything! Just doing my stuff and making daldal and kwento. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano kaya meron, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walang daya yan, ha. Check my counter at the bottom of my nav page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I still don't get a LOT of comments per post, but don't blame that on me, blame it on the READERS WHO WON'T LET ME KNOW THEY'RE READING! Kayo ha. Sige na, let me know. I won't bite. Kahit naman wala kayong blog it's okay eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have that much links...but really, the numbers really surprise me!!! And where people come from! I've got dots on Europe and America and in Asia too. Massive dots for the Philippines, which is not very surprising. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_razz.gif" alt="razz" title="razz" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll check back on May 7 to see how much the numbers have grown (or not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've come a long way in blog-dom. Some people come up to me in school and tell me they enjoy reading my blog. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt; Hindi ko nga alam na binabasa nila eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You&lt;/span&gt;, people. Really.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_redface.gif" alt="redface" title="redface" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean... Wala lang, I feel like I'm a better person than in my previous blog. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_lol.gif" alt="lol" title="lol" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm just imagining things, or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANKS&lt;/span&gt; talaga for everyone who care to drop by and read!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Vicky &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;LOVES&lt;/span&gt; you soooo much!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 39px; height: 39px;" class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_razz.gif" alt="razz" title="razz" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me so, so happy. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_wink.gif" alt="wink" title="wink" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-2617208775987056421?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/2617208775987056421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=2617208775987056421' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/2617208775987056421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/2617208775987056421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-blog-niversary.html' title='happy blog-niversary!!!'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-3915781056680358416</id><published>2008-04-28T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T23:00:36.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, Tonight - Smashing Pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;Material Girls - Hilary and Haley Duff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts a lot and I have this overall ick factor that SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean the mosquitoes, or whatever the insects are, are practically eating me alive. Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the house generally has a darker "ambiance" or vibes or whatever you want to cause it, and I reckon it's because of the construction and the people in here. Damn. I want my place, and suddenly I want things to go back to the way they were. But whatever, I asked and begged for this, so no pain, no gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of pain, my ears are RINGING already. But I won't stop listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've stopped listening already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been visiting Multiply pages a lot lately, and then I suddenly find myself missing some people, and wondering if they're mad at me. I mean... I don't know. This girl didn't reply to my comment, and I'm not quite sure if she has a valid reason to get mad at me, but I have a feeling that she does. Sayang, I miss her a lot. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_sad.gif" alt="sad" title="sad" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that she didn't reply to my comment kaya galit siya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's... hard to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whateverrrrrr. All this thinking makes my head hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been racking my head to find a new URL for my future new blog with a future new layout. I've tried making a layout, but DAMN I am so frustrated and out of inspiration. The things normally just come to me, or something just snaps and BOOM, instant masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now... I can't even think of anything! And the URLs are driving me nuts. Haaay, bahala na!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body clock is DRIVING ME TO THE BRINK OF INSANITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had to take medication so that I could go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was 4 in the morning, and it was my mum's time to wake up. She was like... "Natulog ka na ba? Bakit gising ka pa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really couldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I'd get lucky and get to sleep at 1 am. Swerte na ako nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay. I think I need to eat rice again. I think that's what making my head hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaaah, medoubts it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-3915781056680358416?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3915781056680358416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=3915781056680358416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/3915781056680358416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/3915781056680358416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/04/listening-to-tonight-tonight-smashing.html' title=''/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-4634080858316050887</id><published>2008-04-27T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T00:38:19.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAHAHAHAH THIS IS AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_arrow.gif" alt="arrow" title="arrow" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_biggrin.gif" alt="biggrin" title="biggrin" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_confused.gif" alt="confused" title="confused" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_cool.gif" alt="cool" title="cool" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_cry.gif" alt="cry" title="cry" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_eek.gif" alt="eek" title="eek" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_evil.gif" alt="evil" title="evil" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_exclaim.gif" alt="exclaim" title="exclaim" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_idea.gif" alt="idea" title="idea" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" 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src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_redface.gif" alt="redface" title="redface" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_sad.gif" alt="sad" title="sad" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_smile.gif" alt="smile" title="smile" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_surprised.gif" alt="surprised" title="surprised" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_twisted.gif" alt="twisted" title="twisted" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_wink.gif" alt="wink" title="wink" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEE F*CK*NG HOOOOO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-4634080858316050887?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4634080858316050887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=4634080858316050887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/4634080858316050887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/4634080858316050887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/04/wahahahah-this-is-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-1495330034047769446</id><published>2008-04-23T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T20:44:06.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i would give...</title><content type='html'>... for my own laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could smell the burning metal of the charger. There's something wrong with the battery of this laptop kasi, so you have to keep it charged ALL THE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can't use it in the plane or whatever. It has to have a socket nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't have to be a MacBook, atleast for now when I have no choice. Beggar's can't be choosers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I have no idea why I want a laptop so much. I mean, they're all there, and the burning desire is...well...burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just makes me feel at ease, being in front of a computer, because I know I can take control. There are numerous possibilities between the computer, the internet and me. Wala pa ang photoshop sa combination na yan! :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I haven't been photoshop-ing lately. I tried last night, but my muse(es) have abandoned me. No sleeping pill guy, no prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also stuck with my future URLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;KFC?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The 80's/90's underground feminist punk movement?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being lost?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's Miss/Madame KFC, Riotgrrrl and the lost girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not actually lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's narrow it down to Miss/Madame KFC and Riotgrrrl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hay. Help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-1495330034047769446?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/1495330034047769446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=1495330034047769446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/1495330034047769446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/1495330034047769446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-i-would-give.html' title='what i would give...'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-3395677196984264664</id><published>2008-04-23T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T20:19:10.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my footie day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Watching?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Biggest Loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sexy ng coach ng Team Red! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good Soccer Day. I cannot blame anyone, not even for myself for being not competitive. You can't choose what you want to fight for. You just know. There's this burning desire to win. The will to win. The itching to get the ball off your opponent's feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I have to wait for something...for someone to ignite the burning desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in me, I could feel the fire starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need someone to accidentally spill the kerosene and I'll be on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad the old flame as gone and left the building, if you know what I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. About the Soccer Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lia's getting better than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no stopping a sporty girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't mind at all, because I'm not very sporty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing DEFENSE again today, and it sucks ass. NO ACTION. I should start playing Striker soon. SOON. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have died and not experience making a goal attempt, what more a goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, atleast I've worked on my concentration. :)) And even if the score was 4-nil (We LOST), I can't blame myself for that. Nor can I blame my teammates. It's everyone's fault for not wanting the BALL hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all together, it was a good day. I loved the exercises. They were funny. Wooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've grown to love the kids on our footie class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said it, and I'll say it again. I have kids probably younger than my sister playing on the team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they're a lot of fun, and they're determined...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And they're VERY good. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-3395677196984264664?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3395677196984264664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=3395677196984264664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/3395677196984264664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/3395677196984264664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-footie-day.html' title='my footie day.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-6351845759464498980</id><published>2008-04-22T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T17:53:45.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>corny one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Watching?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PBB Uber ba to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mehearts the foreign boys. Actually, lahat ng boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. Ganito talaga pag barren ang lovelife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM DELIRIOUS WITH HAPPINESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize how happy I feel until now, thinking of what I'll put down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, today has been a relatively happy day. Not actually relative, but today is a GREAT day. Fitness First Dude has made a surprise appearance(siyempre yun palang tuwang-tuwa na ako) and then a lot of something elses... and then the pizza I had at Sbarro, once again, today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and then this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something so simple, and I cannot understand WHY I feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd understand if I'd feel pleased or something low-key like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero giddy? Excited? On the edge of my seat? Deliriously happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh blardie hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate having these feelings. Sigurado sa dulo may feeling of wistfulness, of loss...and then of regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if there's nothing I should really regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Prince **** from my &lt;a href="http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/04/of-couples-prince-charmings-and-fairytales.html"&gt;Of couples, Prince Charmings and Fairytales Post?&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No No, God forbid that he is the subject of my woes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to ask him to save me. Leave his Princess **** for a while and save me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-6351845759464498980?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/6351845759464498980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=6351845759464498980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/6351845759464498980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/6351845759464498980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/04/corny-one.html' title='corny one.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-22031770491118755</id><published>2008-04-22T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T01:29:56.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>craving</title><content type='html'>Speaking of which, I've been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CRAVING&lt;/span&gt; a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, I've been waking up between 9:30 to 11 am. I ABHOR waking up at 11. It makes my head hurt. I was very jolly indeedy to discover that I've woken up at 10:55 kanina, 5 minutes before 11. Which means that my head won't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given that, it means that I've been missing the most important meal of the day, nya nya... breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll tell you this. Everyday, I've been having only 2 meals a day. From lunch to dinner, with low-medium snacking level. From dinner to sleep time, MAJOR SNACKING LEVEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been craving for things easily lately. When I read about muffins, I crave muffins. When I read about sandwiches, I crave about whatever sandwich comes to mind. Even the sole thinking of food makes me crave for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I crave for food... Ahhh, nothing will come in my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, SM is only a trike ride a way. If the weather's right and I'm feeling good, it's only a short walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sbarro&lt;/span&gt; was good kanina, it satisfied my craving for a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; New York's Finest pizza&lt;/span&gt;. I'm no idiot, I know NY's Finest could only be found in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Yellowcab&lt;/span&gt;, but they don't offer things in slices (what kind of pizzeria is that?) and the 10" pizza was a lot for me to pay for alone for a single craving. So MuyMuy suggested Sbarro, and I said sure, but I changed my mind lots of times before that. Until I crossed Sbarro and thought...fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Sbarro. AAAAH, their PIZZA is absolutely delish. Me loves it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad a huge slice flew off my fork. I don't know how it happened, it just did. I grave for that poor slice. (It was practically HALF my pizza. That's HUGE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm craving for an egg sandwich again. This time with Bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN. T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-22031770491118755?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/22031770491118755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=22031770491118755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/22031770491118755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/22031770491118755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/04/craving.html' title='craving'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-4880482840598495922</id><published>2008-04-22T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T01:19:48.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vicky can't boil an egg.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Watching?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. I prefer JackTV nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE Brainiac. They do the stupid experimenting for you! It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cartoons, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to take cooking lessons on the 8th of May but I CAN'T BOIL AN EGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How SIMPLE is it? It's a no-brainer thing. It's even a giveaway on the name. You boil and egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's the thing. I'm guessing that my friend Angelique is right. I overthought things once again, and I managed to take off the egg a tad too early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disgusting part is, I still took the egg, cut it up (even if the yolk burst out) and put it carefully in my bread. White bread. I know anything white is the enemy of anyone who wants to lose weight, but there was no wheat bread available, and I was SERIOUSLY craving for an egg sandwich. And hell hath no craving like Vicky's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides, that was already my 2nd ruined boiled egg. Sayang yung itlog noh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-4880482840598495922?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4880482840598495922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=4880482840598495922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/4880482840598495922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/4880482840598495922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/04/vicky-cant-boil-egg.html' title='Vicky can&apos;t boil an egg.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-1836869466197771983</id><published>2008-04-22T00:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T01:14:45.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tv in our room, reading what they write, friendster, multiply and wanderlust.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Watching?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blind Date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thinking...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show is so dated. No good stuff on this show. How old is this show anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like blogging, just for the sake of it. :)) That's what I do when I read nice blogs. I feel like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so nice to have a TV in your room. Well technically MY room, it's mine, Chiara's and my mum's room. Don't ask how the arrangements are that way, it involves a psycho-analysis of my Mum, so there. My clothes and other stuff are at "our old room".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the TV. It all felt so alien to me since I started hanging out here more last night. It isn't technically alien. How many rooms have I been to that had a TV in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just dawned on me that I could stay here the whole day and live. There's the TV after all, and there's this laptop, and I can just put on my Sixteen Candles DVD and I will live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so awesome. I'm watching the Simpsons in my bed! Nyahaha. I don't have to bother about bringing an electric fan out to the living room because it makes me feel guilty to have two aircons on simultaneously. (The one in OUR room is almost always running.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum is thinking of buying a plasma TV for our living room, JUST TO MAXIMIZE THE SPACE, and if EVER that we have spare money left (medoubts it, though) Of course, if I mention it out loud, it means that I am jinxing it, so I won't be expecting a sleek, black wine-glass flat-screen TV (come on, we've all seen THAT commercial before the movies) in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if EVER it happens, it's going to be a toss-up for me and Chiara between the TV and the PC. We're going to have our own rooms after the house is renovated, and the PC won't have any place to stay in. It simply can't stay outside, and it can't stay in our mum's room. SO it's either:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) we decide who gets the PC&lt;br /&gt;b) we give up one room and make it the PC room. which means we have to share a room, God forbid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm still not sure if the TV is up for grabs, since when I gave my mum the idea, she shrugged and said "we could give it to the maid's quarter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty awesome, since we all don't have to grumble if ate wants to see the lottery numbers, but please. There has to be an equivalent of a PC, if ever someone gets it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaay. I'm talking about stuff that I doubt will turn out the way I put them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking if people actually read what I write. Not that I mind if they don't, because I do that sometimes. I just browse real fast over posts, sometimes not even read them at all. Oftentimes though, I get the nub and the gist of the post. I won't be suprised if people are that way though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which isn't the same in my blog, because many different topics are presented in whole lengthy post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, though, one topic makes quite a lengthy post and I will bet my shorts that is where people lose their concentration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently, I've started reading posts the way I want my "readers" to read mine. I've commented or tagged, if ever commenting wasn't allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's much better that way, I think. I get to appreciate their blogs more and look forward to more posts. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendster is really shitty right now. How come the pictures won't pop out, dammit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking of my old gradeschool friends right now, and I JUST friendstered one of them, and his picture won't pop out! I can't even see his face now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko. I just felt like Friendster-ing them. Feel ko lang. Especially the ones who don't study in my school anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very good with names and faces. :-) I saw my Grade 2 class picture a while ago and I remember everyone, first name and last name, except for this one kid. I remember him, Kookie Akutagawa? I forgot the last name, basta it's Japanese. Akukagawa ata. Basta ganun yung tunog. I wonder how they are now. :)) Do they remember me kaya? I bet not. Boys don't remember those type of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I just edited my friendster AGAIN, I was getting bored of my old layout. Here I am, with a Beatles background. And I ADORE it. IT was a toss-up between the Beatles Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band inspired artwork or the 100 movie icons one. I love them both. Might use the 100 movie icons when I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clik &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://profiles.friendster.com/bebols"&gt;Here. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebols? Man, ang baho. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies fast when I am in front of a laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also changed my Multiply layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clik &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://strangenbeautiful.multiply.com/"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my URL. I'll probably change it one day. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The layout was a half-heart choice, and I just put it on because I wanted something decent on my multiply. It's not quite me, most especially the header. With my luck, I'd have someone thinking I'm referring to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it kasi when someone else has the same layout as mine, but what the heck, I just went to customized themes and clicked away. It's quite cute though, if I say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed by the good layouters at Multiply. I mean HOW DO THEY DO IT? Hahaha. I like the headers, especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should experiment more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bear to learn the CSS. Man, it's even more complicated than Blogger's. :)) So much parts and stuff. But it's OK. Right now, with all my stuff going on, I need my spare time. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAACK I have a bad case of Wanderlust, and I know it's genetic. It's not that my mum is experiencing wanderlust, but she DOES like to travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am jealous since she's in Brunei right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really. I don't know if I could see anything in Brunei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaay. I want to tour the French Indies (Vietnam, Laos and Cambodia). And then Singapore, of course. And then Cambodia! Angkor Wat!!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tour the Philippines too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite disappointed with myself on this note. I could name very FEW places in the Philippines that I've actually been to. This doesn't count malls, Batangas, Cavite, Laguna and Tagaytay and shopping places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my neighbor whose house I've been frequenting just came home from a Bohol trip, and then she shares that it's the best place to be in, the beach is awesome, and that she thinks that the Philippines is really a beautiful country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is, I haven't really got the chance to see it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now, I'm itching to go to the French Indies. And JAPAN!!! Woopee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Chiara gave an opinion at the dinner table the other night. She says that she doesn't want to go to Asian countries besides Japan. I'd guess the reason for that is...well... Asian countries don't necessarily have the "glamour factor" if youknowwhati'msaying. Now don't be mad, I know Singapore and China are fairly glamorous Asian countries, but heck man, she's a&lt;br /&gt;kid. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to convince her to want to go to Vietnam with us in the future, but she irritatedly reply..."eeeeehhhhh...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should post different topics in different posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd try that. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-1836869466197771983?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/1836869466197771983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=1836869466197771983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/1836869466197771983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/1836869466197771983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/04/watching-blind-date-thinking.html' title='tv in our room, reading what they write, friendster, multiply and wanderlust.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-2986815480802915622</id><published>2008-04-21T16:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T17:11:57.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Is at:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighbour's, buggering her laptop once again. Muymuy's finally back from her trip to Bohol, and I'm guessing we're trekking off to SM later to get some snacksies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is one of the loveliest things about being near a mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badum...bawap. Badum...bawap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored with my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it feels so unfair to have a new layout and a new link when there are so many photoshop "jobs" that I have in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh it's not my fault I know myself better, therefore making it easy for me to make stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaah. I'm thinking of which URL i'd get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F*CK people who make blogspots, FORGET to log in them for AGES and then just... LEAVE, without even closing their account!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked out one URL that I'd like to have. And when I went to the site, THERE WAS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! No letter or whatever. I mean, people. people please. Sayang yung mga magaganda niyong URL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaay. I'd have to find a way around this name that I'm thinking of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm stuck with two URLs that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahala na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either the decent, out-of-this-world one, or the rockandroll ish one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me, you'd know which one I'm leaning toward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I'd be back when something juicy hits me. I'd be having them snacksies at the FoodCourt. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-2986815480802915622?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/2986815480802915622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=2986815480802915622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/2986815480802915622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/2986815480802915622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-at-neighbours-buggering-her-laptop.html' title=''/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-1038913889718236957</id><published>2008-04-17T14:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T16:43:30.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long ones'/><title type='text'>i like being lost. i like kicking balls too.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MouthWash - KateNash&lt;br /&gt;Can We Still Be Friends? - Mandy Moore&lt;br /&gt;Why Can't I? - Liz Phair&lt;br /&gt;Bakit Ang Pangit Ng Mga Title Ng Kantang To? - Vicky&lt;br /&gt;Bullet With Butterfly Wings - Smashing Pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I love their old songs. :D And their vocalist really does look like the Gerard Way dude from MCR. I just saw the video. They even QUITE sound the same, the voice ha. But there's no contest on whose dark songs are better. :)) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Remedy - Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;Vicky loves Jason Mraz.&lt;br /&gt;Straight Lines - Silverchair&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, medyo negative yung last post ko. But whatever. It's called freedom of speech. Bato-bato sa langit, tamaan wag magalit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw rocks at the heavens, who's hit don't be anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAH Whatebs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to talk about yesterday. It's sad that I don't have pictures to accompany my kwentos, but wtheck right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played football last night at the Tahanan football field. &lt;b&gt;Football Fanatics&lt;/b&gt;, the program's called. And HELL, little did I know that I would be playing with kids. Kids, man. Kids younger than my younger sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? &lt;b&gt;IT'S FUN.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start from the &lt;b&gt;tragicnosity of my travels to Lia's home.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows it's been raining these past few days. But yesterday was an extraordinarily sunny day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraordinarily sunny, atleast until my trike arrived at the waiting station in Toyota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm not EVEN exaggerating an inch. So I was waiting for quite a while in Toyota for my trike. Many ones arrive, but sadly, not many enough to actually reach me. So I wait. A few empty ones arrive, but they take a U-Turn. I wait... and wait. And then when I finally see one approaching me...then it starts to pour. The rain, not the tricycles. So I, being a really sunny person, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(excuse me, but THE FCKNG DRILL IS EXHAUSTING MY EARS.)&lt;/span&gt; I just enjoyed the ride. Atleast malamig, and the rain isn't so bad. In fact, I like how it feels when it hits my skin while the tricycle breezes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, because I'm really a very LUCKY girl, the rain suddenly became heavier. But you know, I really enjoyed it. I could name a dozen people who would cringe and who would hate what happened to me, in any case that they were in the same situation as I, but I enjoyed it. It was raining, and I didn't mind getting wet (I was wearing a dri-fit shirt anyway.) and it was a good and different feeling. The trike driver even stopped at a small place to wait the rain out, because it was raining so hard. But I'm good, and I'm cool, and I was born chill, so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so the rain stops for a while, and lo and behold, here comes the sun! Not even exaggerating (not a huge fan of exaggerating things). The rain stops and the sun suddenly says hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit. From lamig, to init kagad. So we reach their street. The stubborn driver didn't even try to reach the end of the street! He assumed na wala kagad yung #14 dun sa part ng road. But of course, I trusted the driver anyway, so I allowed him to drive on. What could I do anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So drive, drive the driver does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally reach the other part of Lia's street. He stops at a blue-gated house who has number 14 nga naman. Okay. No one comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Vicky: I'm in front of your house na.&lt;br /&gt;Lia: San ka?&lt;br /&gt;Vicky: Anong color ng&lt;br /&gt;gate niyo?&lt;br /&gt;Lia: white. You're not here!&lt;br /&gt;Vicky: Sigurado ka bang kanan na&lt;br /&gt;*insert Lia's street*&lt;br /&gt;Lia: Kanan dapat! Sa may clubhouse nga diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's well-established that I was lost since Lia declared that her house's gate is white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Vicky being Vicky, I didn't panic. Why the hell would I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pace up and down the street, looking for another house with a #14 with it. Buying time for Lia to reply, contemplating on what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did it all holding my pretty pink umbrella up with a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that I like being lost. I'm such a chill person, I'd probably find a way to go home if I lost my mum in MOA. I like discovering things for myself. Myself alone. Although it's always nice and much more funnier to be lost with someone else... I just enjoy the company of myself a lot these days. So there, I like being lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacing up and down the length of the street, a kind lady comes out of one house and asks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Lady: "Hija, saan ka?"&lt;br /&gt;Vicky: #14 *insert Billie's street* daw po?&lt;br /&gt;Lady:&lt;br /&gt;"Ayy Hija, sa kabilang part yun. Doon oh. *points to a gate dividing the two&lt;br /&gt;streets* sa likod nung malaking kotse"&lt;br /&gt;Vicky: Paano po pumunta dun?&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Iikot ka pa, hija.&lt;br /&gt;Vicky: Saan po?&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Doon sa may tapat ng&lt;br /&gt;clubhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I remember the street that we first passed by kanina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky: Thank you po! :) &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it started to rain again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk. Walk. Walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a matter of minutes, the sun comes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I all do this, once again, with my trusty umbrella and a smile plastered on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because that's how I felt. I felt...like smiling. It's a different feeling. I do like getting lost. :)) That's saying something. Getting lost in BF is no joke. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I FINALLY reach Lia's place, all sweaty and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But I never counted myself as an unlucky girl, even after all that happened. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And then there were the "characters".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering, I'm playing football/soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rode Lia's car with her parents up to Tahanan Village's park. When Lia said that she was playing with kids, I thought that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) there were a few people our age as well.&lt;br /&gt;b) kids, being Chiara's age.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was almost right on both assumptions. We have a Korean "classmate" who's 17 years old, who doesn't talk, and who looks like a kid. He doesn't look like 17, that's what I'm saying. So there WAS a PERSON our age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the kids, oh the kids. The kids are grouped by age. And holy hell. The kids I played with are probably 8-11 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the only people who look are age are I, Billie and her teammate, Chiaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds weird when I say it, but I almost actually didn't notice that I was playing with kids. There were 11 boys and 6 girls. The 3 being us, the giants, and the other 3 being Carla, Bianca and the other one whose name I didn't hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's the catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit wala kaming ka-age, kahit walang gwapo na ka-age namin (wala, kahit dun sa mga naglalaro sa court. But I didn't look, I'm on boy withdrawal.)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwapo nga yung coach namin. :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbor MuyMuy's boyfriend Jet has told me about him prior to my training. Gwapo nga daw. Kahit siya, na conceited na Arabo (I say this with much affection) sinasabi na gwapo si &lt;b&gt;Coach AVERY&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee Nice name. Avery. Sosy pakinggan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Coach Avery. Coach Avery isn't my type, since he doesn't sport the tall and big look, but he is, I would bet, generally considered as gwapo. He speaks really good English (plus points. :) ) And he's nice and good with kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you don't want to hear that. You want to hear what type of gwapo he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think Rico Yan, but semi square-jawed, and a bit darker, with longer hair. For short: chinito with darkish skin. Which is okay with me, because I don't usually like fair guys (with the exception of THIS guy, who radiates because he is so white. i'm talking about my grade 4 crush. the SOURCE OF LIGHT.) He is quite skinny, but muscular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, not my type of body type. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he's nice, and he's kind and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He said we were good defenders!!!&lt;/b&gt; And he was looking at me when he said that!!! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inunahan na ako ni Lia sakanya. But still. Atleast may eye candy sa field. I mean come on. I can't ogle the kids, that would be child abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, he didn't seem to pick on us because we were the older kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he knows my name! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's pretty cool. He taught us how to do the scissors(!!!) and some other techniques that I FORGOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty basic stuff, but I do like sweating, especially when I'm having fun while sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the kids. The kids are AMAZING players!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially &lt;b&gt;Bianca&lt;/b&gt;. Bianca the girl who helps coach a lot. Bianca who scored 3 goals for us!!! But I like all the kids. They're such...kids! They tease and taunt and flaunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know all the boys yet. They're 11, and they all look alike to me. But I'd bet they'd be gwapo, conyo boys when they grow up. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was scrimmage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrimmage is when we "play". We were divided into two teams, and then we play against each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach grouped me with the "vests" team. Vests being the &lt;b&gt;Yellow Victory Liner vests&lt;/b&gt;. I remember one kid saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh maaan! Not the Victory Liner!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah nakakatuwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mind being separated from Lia and Chiaki because... a) I was with kids anyway, no one would yell at me for sucking. b) I'm used to being alone anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So coach distributed the vests to kids...I don't know what method he used. But I was hoping he would distribute to either Lia and Chiaki. But no. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, coach asked who wanted to be a defender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a true-blue defender, I wanted to be a &lt;b&gt;defender&lt;/b&gt;. And no one among the kids wanted to be a defender. So I raised my hand anyway. It's better than being a goalie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow, I'll definitely try to be a striker. Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I think if I were to play in the field, I was born to be a defender. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, sometimes though, I forget what to do. I space out in the field. Like if there's a striker coming in with the ball, I don't know what to do. Do I make agaw? Do I kick the ball out of his feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I do know though. I have a thing for injuring people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last summer, I injured both shins of one teammate of mine overnight. One shin each day. This summer, I injured Lia's toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawawa yung mga bata pag ako kalaban. I'm guessing it's better that I'm a defender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay. Training bukas. Orange day tomorrow! We have two uniforms kasi, and the kids wear Gray on Wednesdays and Orange on Fridays. I'll see Billie and the rest of the kids and our cute coach nanaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaay. Long posts strain my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-1038913889718236957?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/1038913889718236957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=1038913889718236957' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/1038913889718236957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/1038913889718236957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-like-being-lost-i-like-kicking-balls.html' title='i like being lost. i like kicking balls too.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-5983545651056513252</id><published>2008-04-17T13:46:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T14:58:18.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long ones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social objections'/><title type='text'>social objections.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The NOISE made by the DRILL. The F-in DRILL. Dammit. They're starting on the construction. Basic stuff palang naman, and lolo says we don't have to move out, so yey for that. It's just hard to have...ehrm...so much men in the house, when you're used to an all-girl household. I swear to the heavens above, &lt;b&gt;Champ&lt;/b&gt; our dog is the only one gifted with the Y chromosome. I'm having doubts on &lt;b&gt;Mikee the dog&lt;/b&gt;'s sexuality. I think he's gay. Or maybe he's just a sweetie. But still. Mikee the dog is also Mikee the fat one. Mikee is huge. My &lt;b&gt;Vanilla&lt;/b&gt;, on the other hand, is considerably sexy. Buti pa aso ko. :-)) And have I told you about our beautiful Labrador, &lt;b&gt;Macy&lt;/b&gt;? I like her. She reminds me of myself. In fact, I've been told that if I were a dog, I'd be a Labrador. A brown one. Just like Macy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what the heck, might as well listen to my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Really Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Happy - Kate Nash&lt;br /&gt;When Did Your Heart Go Missing - Rooney&lt;br /&gt;Daisy Duke - Rooney&lt;br /&gt;If It Were Up To Me - Rooney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEY ROONEY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Star - Smashmouth (YEHES NOW.)&lt;br /&gt;I Am the Walrus - Bono and the Secret Machines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;THIS IS A GOOD COVER! :) I want to watch U23D. Whowantstowatchwithme? Because I'm pretty sure my mum would think it's noise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always Love - Nada Surf&lt;br /&gt;Californication - Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;READ BEFORE PROCEEDING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pretty critical person. But the nice thing about that is that regardless of what I judge on first (and most often last) sight, &lt;i&gt;I don't take it against them&lt;/i&gt;. For example, when I see an old man wearing really high socks with red low-cut Chucks and then puruntong shorts, I just...see it. Most definitely not a sight for sore eyes, but it doesn't mean that I'm not willing to be friends with him, or atleast have a conversation with him. I don't take it against his personality or whatever. Because behind the red low-cut Chucks and high socks, I know there exists an exemplary lolo to his grandkids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask why I know. I just do, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are of course, exceptions that make the rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Social Objections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following are &lt;b&gt;Vicky's Social Objections&lt;/b&gt;. If you actually do these, well then that's your problem. Not mine. You can't please everyone, and most especially not me. But of course, exceptions almost always make the rule a rule, so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. RAISED COLLARS on Polos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very VERY common for South people (South people being the people from Paranaque, Las Pinas and Muntinlupa). You know how this works? Your shirt's collar is raised. You get what I mean? If you don't, then skip to number 2. I won't waste time describing it, for you might be very dim. Basta it's when you put your collar up instead of down. I find it really daft and naff, actually. For short: It's NOT cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Exceptions:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leggy girls on shorts and shades. Somehow, it doesn't do well with jeans.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boys on puruntong shorts and flip-flops. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And if you're actually &lt;strong&gt;Boy Abunda&lt;/strong&gt;. But whatever Boy Abunda wears fits him anyway. It's his odd personality. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also exempted when you're in a soccer field and you're actually UNDER THE SUN. Raising your collar protects your neck from sunburn...ish. :)) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also, society mamas are exempted. The sosy moms and grandmoms. Because they make the raised collar look classy, along with the tucked-in white/black polo shirt. :) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. SHADES AT NIGHT/IN THE MALL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shades are used to shield your eyes from the sun. And I'm a very practical person. So add it all up. The sum? &lt;em&gt;I dislike it when you wear shades when you don't particularly need to.&lt;/em&gt; It's not cool. So unless you're trying to hide a cockroach bite in your eye, or you're actually blind (like those men at the Rondalla ensemble on Duty Free) don't wear shades inside the mall. Or at night. OR, my dear friends, at the dark PARKING LOT. (Yes, there was a lady driver who was attempting to park with her shades on. Result? Nabunggo niya yung bulok na van sa harap niya. TWICE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Exceptions:&lt;/b&gt; Sunny malls. For example: Eastwood before sunset, Serendra before sunset, or the Corte de las Palmas area of ATC. But once you're IN the mall na talaga, please take it off. Or some people are actually cool-looking enough to pull this look off. Congratulations, if you are one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Guy + Eyeliner = GUYLINER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this word. I learned it from &lt;a href="http://iamunwritten10.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angeli&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; last night. Guy liner is...well, DO THE MATH. No decent man should wear eyeliner. I think it sucks. Inggit lang kayo sa mga lalaki na mukhang may eyeliner pero wala. Those are the men that you should fall in love with. Doe-eyes. Haaaaayyyyyyy .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Exceptions:&lt;/b&gt; NOBODY. Not even Pete Wentz. Does he really have a line of eyeliners?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. LEATHER PANTS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leather jackets, okay. The Ramones donned them(crush ko nga pala si DeeDee Ramone nung bata pa siya.Kilig.), and so did James Dean. Bad-ass look kagad. Leather couches, why not? Leather wallet, leather briefcase, leather shoes, bring em on. Leather underwear? Why not. Just don't let anyone see them. But one thing where leather doesn't work is...well pants. It looks naff and daft. Nobody should let anyone out on leather pants, not even AI's skweeshee cutie &lt;strong&gt;David Archuleta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Exceptions:&lt;/b&gt; Motorcycle guys, only because they'll beat you up if you laugh at them leather pants. But their asses really might stink a lot. Sweaty ass + leather? Uh-oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. TIGHT SHIRTS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know any dude who looks respectable in a tight shirt. Even the &lt;strong&gt;Fitness First Guy&lt;/strong&gt; doesn't look good in it. In fact, he looks gay in it. If you want to show off your biceps, triceps, whatever don a wife-beater or something. Please. Anything but a shirt that's smaller than your supposed-to-be-size. You know a good alternative? &lt;em&gt;White undershirts&lt;/em&gt;. :)) Even my dad looks a wee better in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Exceptions:&lt;/b&gt; Cristiano Ronaldo. HAHAHAHAH. He's no ordinary dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun lang. In fact, based on a small survey, a lot of people do find these things objectionable. Simply because well, they're not practical. Eyeliners on guys, shades when you don't really need them? Others are really just plain naff. The leather pants. Ohhh the leather pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when these things DO apply to you, don't take it against me that you look stupid. &lt;b&gt;BUT some people appear too cool to actually make me cringe&lt;/b&gt; (in fact, I salute them for being brave. They make the social objection look good.), so yeah. When you do uhm...apply these things to yourself, make sure that you atleast could CARRY the look. Anything looks good with confidence. Pero jologs lang kasi talaga tignan sa ibang tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, y'all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-5983545651056513252?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5983545651056513252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=5983545651056513252' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/5983545651056513252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/5983545651056513252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/04/social-objections.html' title='social objections.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-4576799557453347939</id><published>2008-04-16T10:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T11:36:00.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderwall - Oasis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things that I would like to say to you, but I don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;I said maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me? And after all, you're my wonderwall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky, obviously, obviously loves this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you don't have to ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is also Listening To:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Lines and Red Lights - Between the Trees&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got so MANY *new* stuff from MuyMuy's iTunes. I love her. MuyMuy, by the way, is the neighbor whose laptop and house I tend to bugger a lot. Well not now, 'cause she's in Bohol. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Did Your Heart Go Missing? - Rooney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Again, one of Muy's stuff. I LOVE THIS SONG. I love Rooney. You know their vocalist? Their vocalist is the guy from Princess Diaries. Yes, he's the Michael guy. Oh I LOVE this song. iConnect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can see clearly now, the rain is gone. I can see all the obstacles in my way. Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind. It's gonna be a bright, bright, sunshiny day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm not sure about the bright, sunshiny day. I still can't see all the obstacles in my away. But the rain &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; gone, and the few dark clouds that had me blind have sputtered away. To nothingness, I guess. Or maybe it's raining too much, nawalan na ng heaviness yung clouds, so they aren't dark anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, excuse me. WHAT?! Haha. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the point is... well it took me a LONG WHILE before I understood everything. Everything not sugar-coated, everything not blurred or softened for real. I had to be in those shoes to know how it felt like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haay. It just feels good to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;. And to not expect, and to be clear with WHAT you want to do. Because people should do things for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to trek off to Tahanan in BF later to play football. Again. I'm taking a second shot on this. But I'm not expecting. Oh, that's what pragmatic people do. It's one of the good tools in life. To not expect in certain circumstances. It lessens the pain, and it makes the good kind of unexpected...well, great and overwhelming. Trust me on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been one too many situations that I didn't expect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And MAN, those ones took my breath away. (The hyperventilating kind.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something chronically wrong with me, I think. I feel disconnected from my friends right now. Well I am, give or take 2 or so people. I haven't been replying, haven't been initiating conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know they'd read this, and I know they'd understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I a good friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like being disconnected at this point. Just for a while. It's one of those soul-searching things that you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do love you guys, and you should know that. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you don't ready my First Portion of the post, you know the CURRENTLY doing portion, the Listening to:, Watching: or whatever part, you're missing a lot. Well, that's what I think. I find that part fun. And it's full of mini-reviews of things and stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-4576799557453347939?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4576799557453347939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=4576799557453347939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/4576799557453347939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/4576799557453347939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/04/listening-to-wonderwall-oasis-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-1480039817913188463</id><published>2008-04-14T14:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T16:19:09.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long ones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Watching?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey's Anatomy, Season 3 on DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how much we buggered the other people on the queue in MusicOne when we say the GA Season 3 DVD on display. I think they were mildly amused, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer loot to be posted sometime later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now I'm watching.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's All That&lt;br /&gt;Starring Freddie Prinze Jr. and Rachel Leigh Cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokey kokey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now, once again, at my neighbor's place, buggering the hell out of her laptop. Exaggerating, of course. Sometimes, I just get off so much on the 'net, I forget what's going on with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or in this case, with the Grey's Anatomy episode that I'm watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really addicted, it's really just a lot of fun to watch it. Sometimes, I watch it too much I don't realize it's 3 in the morning na pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for being a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of my goals, to become a morning person. Things are much easier when you're a morning person. You always wake up on the bright side of the bed, you do more things, mas maganda lang talaga ang gising pag maaga. Parang...wala. Ang fresh ng feeling. And yes, you really do get to do more things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really need more time to do things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to become a morning person before I start doing all my lessons and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teehee, I liked what i did with Angel's pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clik&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://strangenbeautiful.multiply.com/photos/album/53/angel_edited."&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, some people like what i did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if you like it, ha. It makes my day eh. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first fine-dining experience last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had it at &lt;b&gt;Le Souflle&lt;/b&gt; at the Fort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit man, food IS GOOD. Hahaha. I just had no idea what to order because everything was REALLY expensive, and it's not like we can't pay for it, it's just that nakakahiya lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my uncle (the RockStar uncle) is paying for dinner, not my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero it's a good thing I'm pretty used to using the fork and knife ensemble instead of the fork and spoon ensemble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, the attending dude (it's awkward to call people waiter and waitress, besides i don't think the people at posh restos really qualify as waiter or waitress. or whatever.) is REALLY REALLY nice. He was fun, and smiley and really accommodating. He wasn't snotty, or snobbish, even. All the attending people were like that, actually. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were a few people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the place was nice. There were really GREAT paintings around the place. And they were for sale. And I wanted to buy one. Most stuff were Japanese-themed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I had no pictures. Parang ang rude to take pictures eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT KIND OF WEATHER ARE WE HAVING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S RAINING ON SUMMER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buti nalang wala akong activities ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero in the following weeks, I'll be commuting and staying out a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero the rain is fine, I guess. At least hindi mainit, and at least i decided to stay home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the rain stinx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PFFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stinx. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be posting lots of pictures in the future. My camera and summer loot and stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-1480039817913188463?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/1480039817913188463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=1480039817913188463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/1480039817913188463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/1480039817913188463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/04/watching-greys-anatomy-season-3-on-dvd.html' title=''/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-7061285063792067101</id><published>2008-04-12T18:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T22:54:22.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from seyy -- mhm. true-blue bedan. </title><content type='html'> i just HAD to take it because I've been wanting one of these for our school since i saw woodrose's. you know, the "you know you're from woodrose if/when". hahah dapat dagdagan 'to. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Patunay na ikaw ay naging tunay na estudyante ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;BENE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Naharang ng guard dahil WALANG ID!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- hindi pa. feel siguro ng guard matino ako, kasi when i once forgot my ID, hindi nila napansin. almost nobody noticed, actually. well nung first year pa ako nun eh. nung second year talagang sinikap ko na hindi makalimutan ang ID. hindi ko nga naman nakalimutan. good girl eh. :) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Tumayo sa mahabang pila ng XEROX sa LIBRARY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- oo :) well hindi naman mahaba, kasi nauna ako, at ILP time nun, at puro classmates ko nun. whenever i want to have something xeroxed sa library and i see a long queue, i don't do it. i'm not a very patient person with queues. pero oo nga, trademark 'to. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Pumasok ng Prayer Room para lang MAGPALAMIG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- HINDI HAHAHAHAH. good girl nga eh. :) pero nagtangka kami. na-guilty kami papunta dun. tests ata nun eh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ay hindi. naalala ko na. hindi kami pumunta kasi may mga 4th year, tapos nahiya kami.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Nanghingi ng PAD PAPER sa classmate tuwing QUIZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- OO. halos lagi, until i felt guilty and brought my own paper. :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Nabigyan ng tardiness slip ni Ms. Marie ng prefect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- OO :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Nalate hindi lang sa assembly kundi pati narin sa 1st Subject dahil sa haba ng SERMON ni MR.CABALLERO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- YES YES seriously. HAHAHA. well madami din naman kasi late palagi. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Nagtakas ng PAGKAIN paakyat ng HS building kahit nakalagay na BAWAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- oo sus. araw-araw, except nung nagbantay si miss flores yata yun sa sidestairs. ay, even still, nakatakas kami ng Tempura pataas. we used the other sidee. one time, nakita na nga yata kami ni Ms. Cousart na may dalang chibog eh. hindi niya yata napansin, kasi ang napansin niya samin ay ang aming malalakas na boses. sorry men, tubong gradeschool ng san beda eh. ganun talaga. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Hiningal at nagkaroon ng MUSCLE sa binti kakaakyat ng hs building!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- oo. pag test. hindi lang sa hs building. pati sa college building nung 1st year. :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Hindi umatend ng class dahil may laban and isang varsity sa labas ng BENE at mas pinili mong SUMAMA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- hindi pa. i restrain myself from these things real good. and besides, i don't really follow varsity teams. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Nagpadeliver ng MCDO pagtest!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- YES YES YES YES YES YES YESSS!!! with the breakfast club! tawag sa phone ni jeth or ni johan or dun sa gate 6. :) awwww hahaha. grabe memories. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Town ang puntahan PAGKATAPOS ng major School events, intrams, cheering competition o kahit TEST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- OO. YES. woah grabe. expected nga eh. when you see atc na puro taga-bene, you know something was up. you know, like an even or something.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Hindi alam na may 5th floor ang bene at ang PINTO ay nasa TAPAT ng CONFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- heh. i don't get this. pero yes, i don't know na may 5th floor ang bene at ang pinto nito ay nasa tapat ng confe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Minsan ng hinarang o NAPAGALITAN ng tangkaing dumaan sa TEACHERS LOUNGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- muntik. tumakbo ako. hahahahah. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. NANGHIRAM ng JACKET sa room dahil sa lamig ng AIRCON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- oo yata. oo? hahahah. yes yes menny's jacket. pwede ka nang lumangoy dun sa jacket eh :)) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Nagsulat ng KODIGO sa armchair, id strap o pader pag exam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- hindi kodigo. i don't do that. i just write sa armchair pati sa pader. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Nangopya ng hw, take home quiz, o worksheet sa classmate 2 MINUTES BEFORE the SUBJECT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- OO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. math. :) thank you mariz. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Naging takbuhan ang WIKIPEDIA pag may homework na "RESEARCH ABOUT"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- kelan ba naging HINDI? :) i only go somewhere else when i know the resource counts. pero ALWAYS, dun nagj'jumpstart ang research ko. minsan, hanggang dun lang. eh bat ba. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Napagalitan ng 1st year level prefect or ni Mr. Caballero dahil sinubukan mong bumaba sa CENTER STAIRS kahit na alam mong mag aassembly na ang first year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- muntik na din. tumakbo ako pataas nung nakita ko HAHAH. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Tumatak na sa utak mo ang mga salitang ito : CLEAN AS YOU GO, SEGREGATE AS YOU THROW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- ay grabe. minsan pag umaga naaalala ko padin yun. gumana nga ba to?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Pumapasok ng MAAGA tuwing long test at final exam kahit 12:00 pm pa ang start ng exam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- OO OO OO OO BREAKFAST CLUB! HAHAHAHAHAHHA. (breakfast club: nicole, vicky, hazel, madz, jethro, carl. minsan si yani maaga. and si angeli.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;***&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;this is posted from my multiply (it's cross-posted to blogger.)&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-7061285063792067101?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7061285063792067101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=7061285063792067101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/7061285063792067101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/7061285063792067101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/04/from-seyy-mhm-true-blue-bedan.html' title='from seyy -- mhm. true-blue bedan. '/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-5500921689544670769</id><published>2008-04-12T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T22:54:01.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from seyy - taga-bene nga ba ako?</title><content type='html'>i just HAD to take it because I've been wanting one of these for our school since i saw woodrose's. you know, the "you know you're from woodrose if/when". hahah dapat dagdagan 'to. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Patunay na ikaw ay naging tunay na estudyante ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;BENE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica" size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Naharang ng guard dahil WALANG ID!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- hindi pa. feel siguro ng guard matino ako, kasi when i once forgot my ID, hindi nila napansin. almost nobody noticed, actually. well nung first year pa ako nun eh. nung second year talagang sinikap ko na hindi makalimutan ang ID. hindi ko nga naman nakalimutan. good girl eh. :) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Tumayo sa mahabang pila ng XEROX sa LIBRARY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- oo :) well hindi naman mahaba, kasi nauna ako, at ILP time nun, at puro classmates ko nun. whenever i want to have something xeroxed sa library and i see a long queue, i don't do it. i'm not a very patient person with queues. pero oo nga, trademark 'to. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Pumasok ng Prayer Room para lang MAGPALAMIG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- HINDI HAHAHAHAH. good girl nga eh. :) pero nagtangka kami. na-guilty kami papunta dun. tests ata nun eh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ay hindi. naalala ko na. hindi kami pumunta kasi may mga 4th year, tapos nahiya kami.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Nanghingi ng PAD PAPER sa classmate tuwing QUIZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- OO. halos lagi, until i felt guilty and brought my own paper. :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Nabigyan ng tardiness slip ni Ms. Marie ng prefect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- OO :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Nalate hindi lang sa assembly kundi pati narin sa 1st Subject dahil sa haba ng SERMON ni MR.CABALLERO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- YES YES seriously. HAHAHA. well madami din naman kasi late palagi. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Nagtakas ng PAGKAIN paakyat ng HS building kahit nakalagay na BAWAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- oo sus. araw-araw, except nung nagbantay si miss flores yata yun sa sidestairs. ay, even still, nakatakas kami ng Tempura pataas. we used the other sidee. one time, nakita na nga yata kami ni Ms. Cousart na may dalang chibog eh. hindi niya yata napansin, kasi ang napansin niya samin ay ang aming malalakas na boses. sorry men, tubong gradeschool ng san beda eh. ganun talaga. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Hiningal at nagkaroon ng MUSCLE sa binti kakaakyat ng hs building!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- oo. pag test. hindi lang sa hs building. pati sa college building nung 1st year. :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Hindi umatend ng class dahil may laban and isang varsity sa labas ng BENE at mas pinili mong SUMAMA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- hindi pa. i restrain myself from these things real good. and besides, i don't really follow varsity teams. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Nagpadeliver ng MCDO pagtest!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- YES YES YES YES YES YES YESSS!!! with the breakfast club! tawag sa phone ni jeth or ni johan or dun sa gate 6. :) awwww hahaha. grabe memories. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Town ang puntahan PAGKATAPOS ng major School events, intrams, cheering competition o kahit TEST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- OO. YES. woah grabe. expected nga eh. when you see atc na puro taga-bene, you know something was up. you know, like an even or something.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Hindi alam na may 5th floor ang bene at ang PINTO ay nasa TAPAT ng CONFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- heh. i don't get this. pero yes, i don't know na may 5th floor ang bene at ang pinto nito ay nasa tapat ng confe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Minsan ng hinarang o NAPAGALITAN ng tangkaing dumaan sa TEACHERS LOUNGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- muntik. tumakbo ako. hahahahah. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. NANGHIRAM ng JACKET sa room dahil sa lamig ng AIRCON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- oo yata. oo? hahahah. yes yes menny's jacket. pwede ka nang lumangoy dun sa jacket eh :)) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Nagsulat ng KODIGO sa armchair, id strap o pader pag exam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- hindi kodigo. i don't do that. i just write sa armchair pati sa pader. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Nangopya ng hw, take home quiz, o worksheet sa classmate 2 MINUTES BEFORE the SUBJECT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- OO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. math. :) thank you mariz. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Naging takbuhan ang WIKIPEDIA pag may homework na "RESEARCH ABOUT"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- kelan ba naging HINDI? :) i only go somewhere else when i know the resource counts. pero ALWAYS, dun nagj'jumpstart ang research ko. minsan, hanggang dun lang. eh bat ba. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Napagalitan ng 1st year level prefect or ni Mr. Caballero dahil sinubukan mong bumaba sa CENTER STAIRS kahit na alam mong mag aassembly na ang first year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- muntik na din. tumakbo ako pataas nung nakita ko HAHAH. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Tumatak na sa utak mo ang mga salitang ito : CLEAN AS YOU GO, SEGREGATE AS YOU THROW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- ay grabe. minsan pag umaga naaalala ko padin yun. gumana nga ba to?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Pumapasok ng MAAGA tuwing long test at final exam kahit 12:00 pm pa ang start ng exam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- OO OO OO OO BREAKFAST CLUB! HAHAHAHAHAHHA. (breakfast club: nicole, vicky, hazel, madz, jethro, carl. minsan si yani maaga. and si angeli.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;***&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;this is posted from my multiply (it's cross-posted to blogger.)&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-5500921689544670769?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5500921689544670769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=5500921689544670769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/5500921689544670769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/5500921689544670769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/04/from-seyy-taga-bene-nga-ba-ako.html' title='from seyy - taga-bene nga ba ako?'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-187099579986289000</id><published>2008-04-11T15:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T16:07:43.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rockband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aljamal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quickie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the neighbor&apos;s'/><title type='text'>this is a long one full of shite. :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I Both - Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;Leave Before the Lights Come On - Arctic Monkeys&lt;br /&gt;All Star - Smashmouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me remember, DUDE! Remember when we liked Sugar Ray?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buti nalang halos pareho kami ng taste sa music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm not home, I'm at:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighbor's place, bugging them place hahaha. No, seriously. I'm at my childhood friends' place, buggering her laptop out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laptops almost always seem to make me want to blog. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What the people here are doing:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and Ate Monica are setting up the RockBand drumset...yeah, we lugged it all the way to her place, which is pretty much just across the street. Margot, on the other hand, is toying with the PC. We are currently in her brother's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Does anyone want to learn Photoshop?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Market research. :-))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dahil gusto ko i'share...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Studio 23 for airing out replays from NCAA. I don't really care much for UAAP, I don't really have anyone to look for, as opposed to NCAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a game between &lt;b&gt;San Beda&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Mapua&lt;/b&gt; from &lt;i&gt;October 2004&lt;/i&gt;, was it? Basta 2004 approximately 3 to 4 years ago. OINK. Too tiring to do the math of everything. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THEN I saw what I was looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge, block-faced NUMBER 9 in color red, with a white background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, number 9. &lt;b&gt;Yousif Aljamal.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRABE ANG FREAKY NG ITSURA NIYA. It's scary. It's not like he's disgusting looking before or anything... if my estimation is right, he's about 1st year college at that time. Or whatevs. Tapos WOAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really REALLY (really really really really) does look like... an old classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I'll shut up now. But it's so scary. I  mean really, man. Even my sister got weirded out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe, nakakatakot. Buti nalang Monica made lipat, proclaiming "Ayoko niyan, gusto ko UAAP." (she studies at DLSU eh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero okay lang, gwapo pa din naman si Aljamal eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)) L O S E R .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you see Idol Gives Back last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teri Hatcher&lt;/b&gt; should have chosen a different song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the Idols' Measuring Life in love thing. The five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred  minutes thaang. Ang gleng gleng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Hanna Montana. Or the Miley girl. Nakakatuwa yung song niya. :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else was I going to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want want want a laptop. I swear, okay lang kahit ito na. It has the basic Vista version, so lahat pwede dito, and it's pretty looking, and it has a big screen, and it's HP, and it's black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero I still want a Mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm really excited with the prospect of having a DSLR. My mum says she has a friend who's selling a DSLR. Oink oink oink. And then she has a friend coming over who takes photos. I can ask him to teach me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when my mom finally sees my expertise (NOT) maybe she'll be convinced that I really do have talent, and that I deserve a DSLR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe, maluho ako. Woy there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ago frolicking in the field again, kicking balls. Hopefully this Wednesday. My mom is itching to put me back on my spikes. And I really do miss the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I KNOW NOW WHAT I'M GOING TO TALK ABOUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to lose weight. Especially for girls. It's hard to lose weight when you particularly don't really need to. It's hard to lose weight when you have non-existent self-control. It's hard to lose weight when everyone around you ISN'T trying to lose weight. It's hard losing weight when you were practically gulping coke, even in your mum's tummy. It's hard losing weight when you grow up eating junkfood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's harder to lose weight when you're much older. As in 30-something old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bone structure that would put a freaking DINOSAUR to shame. I swear to God, I have the biggest bones. And well, I'm big. I really am. I'm like freaking KC Concepcion, without the pretty factor and without the height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well maybe not KC. I'd look like tae when I sit beside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of this post anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang, to console myself that I'm eating a lot of shit and I haven't run the treadmill, the elliptical or the StairMaster in...approximately 3 days. Eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pffft. I'm just a kid, and I shouldn't even be thinking of these things. But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEALTH IS WEALTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwaahahahahha. Ang daya. guys lose weight MUCH easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe, I'm lucky I was born with a sense of rhythm. Some people aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean we're doing RockBand right now, and wow. Some people are hopeless. :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really, baka maaga rin lang ako nahilig sa DrumMania kaya kaya ko. But whatebs man. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new book. I've just finished reading Princess Mia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Approximate reading time:&lt;/i&gt; 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well technically, it's a day, maybe even less. But I read it for two days, disregarding the hour count, so yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THIS IS WHAT'S WRONG WHEN YOU READ FAST.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainis. Sobrang na-savor ko nga yung book, pero ang bilis ko pa din magbasa. Word for word ko nang binabasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ganun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should start going to Book Sale. Atleast mura mga reads dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the book was good. Ang galing galing galing. :-) GO JP! hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-187099579986289000?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/187099579986289000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=187099579986289000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/187099579986289000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/187099579986289000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-long-one-full-of-shite.html' title='this is a long one full of shite. :-)'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-4872998258335893101</id><published>2008-04-10T16:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T16:26:14.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Watching?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hana Kimi. it's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick quick quick post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm asking this OUT LOUD, given the fact that I should be personally asking my mom this, since she works at a multinational oil company anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't you think them guys at Petron, Shell, Caltex and even Total can figure out a way to SQUEEZE out all the excess oil off the faces of the really oily-faced people? I mean if they could actually do that, and that they could utilize the excess oil for SAVING THE WORLD!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De, wala lang kasing oil control film si Ate Monica. Who technically owns the place where I'm at right now. In fact, I'm using her really cool laptop. I'd probably like this laptop if my mum wouldn't allow me to get an Apple one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-4872998258335893101?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4872998258335893101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=4872998258335893101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/4872998258335893101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/4872998258335893101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/04/watching-hana-kimi.html' title=''/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-194592207021094341</id><published>2008-04-09T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:40:22.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like a star.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Watching?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like A Star (Corinne Bailey Rae)'s video on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;For the record:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any opened windows besides this, YouTube's, some Tutorials, iTunes, Photoshop, and a folder for my edits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This matters a lot to me, since I'm practicing self-restraint. I have none of that, and it's very very important in life (most especially if you're trying to lose weight).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've resisted Multiply, Friendster, Facebook, my e-mail, even this blog. I haven't checked it out, and I won't, right after I post this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just because I love this song:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e19eZJX8QHY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e19eZJX8QHY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;like a star&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the comments in YouTube proclaimed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who would ever hate this song?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree. Who would? Even the person with the most hardcore kind of music will PROBABLY like this one. It's so soft, so sweet, so right, so beautiful, so heart-melting, even. I just find it so...beautiful. Ang gandaa. It's like a whisper in your ear, a heartfelt letter sung out. Wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since imeem is pretty shitty right now, I've chosen YouTube, and I do hope you view the video. Such a pretty girl, Corinne Bailey Rae. When she sings, there's this girlish charm that she exudes. Wow. &lt;b&gt;Put Your Records On&lt;/b&gt; palang she caught me na eh. Ang ganda ganda, parang photograph na inanimate. Galing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did you know that her husband recently died?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Just like a star across my sky,&lt;br /&gt;Just like an angel off the page,&lt;br /&gt;You have appeared to my life,&lt;br /&gt;Feel like I'll never be the same,&lt;br /&gt;Just like a song in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Just like oil on my hands,&lt;br /&gt;Honour to love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I wonder why it is,&lt;br /&gt;I don't argue like this,&lt;br /&gt;With anyone but you,&lt;br /&gt;We do it all the time,&lt;br /&gt;Blowing out my mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got this look I can't describe,&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like I'm alive,&lt;br /&gt;When everything else is au fait,&lt;br /&gt;Without a doubt you're on my side,&lt;br /&gt;Heaven has been away too long,&lt;br /&gt;Can't find the words to write this song,&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;Your love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I wonder why it is,&lt;br /&gt;I don't argue like this,&lt;br /&gt;With anyone but you,&lt;br /&gt;We do it all the time,&lt;br /&gt;Blowing out my mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have come to understand,&lt;br /&gt;The way it is,&lt;br /&gt;It's not a secret anymore,&lt;br /&gt;'cause we've been through that before,&lt;br /&gt;From tonight I know that you're the only one,&lt;br /&gt;I've been confused and in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why it is,&lt;br /&gt;I don't argue like this,&lt;br /&gt;With anyone but you,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why it is,&lt;br /&gt;I wont let my guard down,&lt;br /&gt;For anyone but you&lt;br /&gt;We do it all the time,&lt;br /&gt;Blowing out my mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a star across my sky,&lt;br /&gt;Just like an angel off the page,&lt;br /&gt;You have appeared to my life,&lt;br /&gt;Feel like I'll never be the same,&lt;br /&gt;Just like a song in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Just like oil on my hands&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-194592207021094341?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/194592207021094341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=194592207021094341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/194592207021094341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/194592207021094341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/04/like-star.html' title='like a star.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-4654556321196881395</id><published>2008-04-09T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T00:59:36.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of couples, prince charmings and fairytales.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like A Star - Corinne Bailey Rae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS SONG. Grabe. It's officially my kilig song. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe naman. Their &lt;b&gt;sweetness&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;ability to draw breaths&lt;/b&gt; from everyone (well, the boy part of the couple atleast) is unbearable. They make me want to slit my wrists. Nakakainis. Some people have it all. Grrrrrrr :-)) Ang cute cute cute cute cute nilang dalawa. Well I'm speaking about the boy, for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the set of pictures, I was like... WOAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the guy that I once knew? The guy that I liked, and NOBODY else saw the reason why? (besides &lt;b&gt;MADZ&lt;/b&gt;. o ayan na. HAHAH) Grabe, ang galing ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I was really &lt;b&gt;SHIVERING&lt;/b&gt; when I was thinking of him. (With accompaniment, courtesy of Ms. Corinne Bailey Rae, of course) Shivering and tingling when I imagine myself being the one smiled at, being the one who's hugged, being the one who's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...HAAAAYYYY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's not like I want them to break up or something.&lt;/b&gt; No no no NO. 'Cause even if they do...hello, para namang papatulan ako nung lalaki. Let's be honest here. And besides, they're PERFECT for each other. No one else fits the bill for him better than she does... and the same thing with the girl as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero seryoso pare, &lt;b&gt;he takes my freaking BREATH AWAY&lt;/b&gt;. Everytime I see him, it's either INhale or EXhale. "Oh" or "Haaa". Napapatameme ako, napapatanga. Grabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kinikilig i'imagine na siya boyfriend mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buti nalang hindi niya binabasa tong blog na 'to, kunde kikilabutan yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At kung binabasa niya man (hindi ko lang alam kung pano niya gagawin yun), malamang hindi niya malalaman na siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At kung malaman niya man, ESMYUSKEE, DAPAT FLATTERED KA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero on a more serious note, the both of them represent my "dream" couple. Alam mo yun. You know each other, you understand each other, you share the same interests...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can actually imagine them in a scene from a fairytale. With the guy decked in old-skool Prince Charming clothes, and the girl...well, in princess, pouffy dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan na, naiimagine ko na sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty and the Beast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I imagine the girl in a Snow White story.&lt;/b&gt; She eats the poisoned apple, swoons, and then the seven dwarfs (SINO kaya yung seven dwarfs???) suddenly come rushing to Prince **** (ehem, Charming).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[song number muna. Hi-Ho-Hi-Ho. pang-asar lang.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the Prince comes, complete with the crown worth millions of pesos (God knows that isn't worth much in the stock exchange) and a white horse. Kind of like what donkey looked like after he...drank the super potion thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine him galloping, slashing out branches that hinder his way to his one and true love. His face showing anger and rage. "The stupid m*th*rf*ck*n b*tch killed my babe, maan." rushes through his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HAHAHAH NATATAWA AKO, I CAN ACTUALLY IMAGINE WHAT I'M SAYING, and I highly encourage that you do the same. but if you don't know who i'm talking about, edi think of another couple that you like din. (saaay, angelina and brad.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos like in a bad comedy, because he's too busy cursing in his brain, he hits a MASSIVE branch and falls to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero we're not in a bad comedy, we're in a fairytale, so I'll omit that part out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's angry, his teeth bared and smoke is coming out from his nostrils. (sorry, nakakabangag ang masyadong pagbabad sa photoshop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finally reaches his destination and gets out of his horse with much suave, grace and finesse. (naiimagine ko pati pag descend niya sa horse. he does this jump thing that i wouldn't even care to explain, since you won't understand it anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brushes the dirt from his ass, slowly walking towards the coffin where his true love lay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"KISS HER! KISS HER!" say the 7 dwarfs in their chipmunk voices. (no other way to describe small voices)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so he kisses her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May glass pala sa coffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not funny if your imagination doesn't work, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the dwarfs officially open the coffin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he kisses Snow White aka Princess ****. The sun sets, the 7 dwarfs cheer and they all live happily ever after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...except for the Wicked Witch, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might have found the Ramones jacket that I have been lusting for. I edited the background color so you could see it clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.tinypic.com/juzl91.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;from ramones.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how far and wide I've searched, yun pala dun ko din makikita sa main site nila. I don't care if it's for guys. Me no give shite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope and pray that it has pockets. 'Cause if it doesn't, I'd have to think twice. I'm a big pocket person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-4654556321196881395?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4654556321196881395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=4654556321196881395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/4654556321196881395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/4654556321196881395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/04/of-couples-prince-charmings-and.html' title='of couples, prince charmings and fairytales.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i32.tinypic.com/juzl91_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-689347289767907299</id><published>2008-04-05T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T01:22:29.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>computer talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sounds coming from the TV on which my back is turned to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.I turned my back. WWE is on JackTv. Excuse me, but eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. That was scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I accidentally wiped off my whole &lt;b&gt;My Pictures folder&lt;/b&gt;, since I was also cleaning and organizing folders kanina, eh I emptied my Recycle Bin na. I thought I won't be able to revive them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buti nalang I didn't included it when I almost-emptied the Recycle Bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe, that was SCARY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean everything is in there. My "creations", a whole schoolyear's worth of hi-res pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously a massive geek, you know that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-689347289767907299?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/689347289767907299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=689347289767907299' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/689347289767907299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/689347289767907299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/04/computer-talk.html' title='computer talk'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-4824754997268804127</id><published>2008-04-05T00:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T01:10:55.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vicky's iTunes obsession compulsion (!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap - AC/DC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe I did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The properly capitalized Names and Songs (Lahat dapat Ganito: Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off - Panic at the Disco), I can understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ACCORDING TO GENRES!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has happened to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, though. I've Wikipedia-d all the unsure genres, and well...Most of my music consists of...Alternative Rock and Old School stuff. But Old School has subgenres too (Pop, Rock, Punk, Hard Rock) HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, this is OBSESSIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come all my songs are categorized to perfection (I have yet to be crazy enough to actually research all the songs' albums, covers and lyrics)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but I can't take care of the iPod itself properly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, yeah it has a case, and it's Pink and it's dirty now. Dirty Pink. Not very nice looking. I should buy a black one the next time. I saw a cute one from Clio. Black with green outline. It's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MY EARPHONES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow, I can't even start on the earphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These earphones that I have now are the SECOND of the two original iPod earphones that i got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I F*CK*NG LOST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell loses earphones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I lost them when we went to Philippine Normal University, so there. I was taking too much care of them, because when I just bought them, I put them in a small, separate bag. And now someone borrowed the iPod, and there goes the earphones...Ayun, di nabantayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I have to buy a new one. Because I FREAKING STEPPED on the left earphone. And now it's...pangit na. :-( Doesn't sound nice anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Vicky. COME ON. I should be a lot like Chiara.  7 words I never thought that would escape my mouth. Or my mind. Or technically, my fingertips. But really, that girl has a lot of things to teach about taking care of things, no matter how expensive or inexpensive they are. I mean the moment she bought a new phone, she instantly bought a new case for it. And then a new crystal case everytime she broke the one that she has. Her Nintendo DS is in mint condition, and so was her Gameboy before she sold it. And now, she's so OC about me and her PSP. She watches every move I make... "UYYY, wag masyado madiin pindot!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh...Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my earphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have ANY idea how much one is? And do you have ANY idea how much all my earphones have costed? (down to the one i bought after I ruined the proper and original earphones that came from the iPod up to the latest one) Yup, if I've taken better care of those 'phones, I would have been able to buy atleast 3 things from any random High Street store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapat siguro headphones na bilhin ko. The massive ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhhh ang hirap dalhin eh. Yeah, I like them, and they look cool, they give off the whole "I like music shut up now I'm listening I'm cool" vibe, but yeah, they're big. And expensive, if you like the high-quality ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take bad earphones. Come on, I put these babies on my ear everyday. It's an investment (?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yep, off to Greenbelt I trek to buy iPod earphones.&lt;br /&gt;(Mas mahal sa ATC. it's 1,500 in ATC and only 1,300 in the Apple Retail Shop thing at GB. Huhu. That's one top off Mango.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-4824754997268804127?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4824754997268804127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=4824754997268804127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/4824754997268804127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/4824754997268804127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/04/vickys-itunes-obsession-compulsion.html' title='Vicky&apos;s iTunes obsession compulsion (!)'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-6134315088997711768</id><published>2008-04-04T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T22:53:40.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;LSS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch my body nanananananna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw the &lt;b&gt;Making of the Video on MTV&lt;/b&gt;. Making of the Videos are always, always interesting. I've been watching those things since...well I first saw them. Regardless of the video. They always make me appreciate the video more. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Let's get this straight. I will never accept your Friendster application blah blah thing so don't even bother inviting me. Yes, yes, I understand you just click and click away and you don't check the people you want to share the apps with, 'cause Friendster selects the people who don't have the apps yet...and then they send invitations to that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOO since it only takes a few clicks lang naman, kindly uncheck my name nalang, since I have got Facebook to worry about, and it takes a lot of time to click and ignore invitations. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANG DAMI KASI KAYA!!! Friendster's running on turtle-speed right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so this wreaks. My sister's running the PC 24/7 (I am obviously exaggerating), I can't do much of my stuff anymore. I have numerous pending projects for many different people...and well, I can't do them. I've been editing &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://imcrazy4u.multiply.com/"&gt;Angel&lt;/a&gt;'s pictures, but I've only done 3, and the ideas are coming in real slow. Although I like what I've done with her pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://iamunwritten10.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angeli&lt;/a&gt;'s layout is done, but i'm not satisfied with the header, so I'm going to change it pa. It has to be perfect. After all, it IS my birthday gift to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to get a head-start on my Mum's multiply layout (yes, she has a multiply, don't ask.) since it's supposed to be my Christmas gift to her. Obviously, matagal na 'to, but I'm putting it off anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's Chiara's layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then people are asking me to teach them Photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, if I charged for these edits, I'd be damn rich by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't do that, since my "clients" are surely going to run the other way. (I volunteered on editing Angel's pictures, though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to charge a MINIMAL (minimalminimalminimal) fee for teaching Photoshop, and I'm sure the people who want to learn won't mind. I think. I mean come on. If they're coming over here, they're going to make use of our electricity and blah blah blah, and I'd have to feed them, so LUGI ako. I mean, we have to be business-minded here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me sound like a hypocrite when I'm on business-mind mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatevs, man. If I don't get any clients after I charge, then so be it. Who the heck gives photoshop lessons with a minimal fee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM really excited though, if my friends do come over and ask me to teach them. I am quite good at teaching people, and I am quite patient with these things, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you want to be taught, I teach CS2. Basic stuff...and a little more on the side.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T DO VECTORS. Atleast not yet. I'm on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, when my sister hands me the mouse and the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been updating for a while since I don't...want to. Hahaha. Oh look, I have been blogging on this blog for &lt;b&gt;1 year in 15 days&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I stay on track until forever. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe, everyone has come and everyone has gone, and I'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad many people appreciate and enjoy what I write. And I'm glad I haven't been getting any bashes or rude comments. Maybe they're scared, 'cause I do kick ass. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*insert sweet smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it feels good to do something that you never expected for other people to enjoy. Back in my old home, &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://missunderstood27.blogspot.com/"&gt;MissUnderstood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, it has been more on how to get more hits, or how to get more comments, or how to have the most links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then suddenly, blogging lost all its meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't let it happen, so I moved. Here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then things didn't matter anymore. It didn't matter if one post didn't have any comment, it didn't matter what I listened to, it barely mattered on how updated and cool my layout looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog has evolved with me. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to be completely honest with you, I didn't expect it to be "quite" popular, I mean I've never gotten 5000 hits before. 1% of that is probably from me, refreshing and refreshing, checking if I have any wrong spellings or wrong grammars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, definitely your English nazi right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, yeah it's pretty cool many people read this thing, ALTHOUUUUGH I don't know EVERYBODY who does. It would be cool if you left a message and let me know that you were here. I mean come on, you could comment without having a blog (unlike in multiply), and you could even leave a tag on the tagboard if you wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please don't sign in Anonymous, it...&lt;br /&gt;a) freaks the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;b) annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;c) bugs the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be mad at you or whatever, you know. Comments and tags make me happy. They really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this thing made me realize that I really do like writing, and that I really am quite good at it. If people enjoy what they read, then I must be doing something right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm planning to revamp this blog, give it a diffent look, and a different URL that's more ME than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is...once again, once my sister hands me the mouse and the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm going to sound like a TOTAL hypocrite when I say this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want to go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I still have money left from my Christmas money, plus my grandfather hasn't given me my gift yet. I'm planning to ask for money. The same worth that he gave Chiara for RockBand. para fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really need more clothes. I've been having more "oh,i have no clothes to fit my mood" episodes. So yeah. I need more options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I need new &lt;b&gt;havaianas&lt;/b&gt;. OOOOH, HAVS. I secretly get annoyed when people call Havaianas Havs. Wala lang, it's just me. Havaianas is so nice-sounding, why cut it off to Havs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 196px; height: 190px;" src="http://i32.tinypic.com/246rqlg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, it's a need. Yeah, I have many pairs already, (i have 6 pair, 2 of which I don't use, but my mother does :)) ) but they're kind of old, and thinning already. I don't even give a crap about Havaianas anymore, as long as I have one pair or whatever. Basta may masusuot. It's summer pa naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the same (foot) note, I need &lt;b&gt;ballet flats&lt;/b&gt;. It's hard finding ballet flats for my feet, since they are seriously...massive. I like...have webbed feet or something. But I find ballet flats elegant and easy to wear and comfortable...Once I find nice ones. With flats, I always get one size higher, since...the width of my feet doesn't match its height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then what kind of footwear do I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;b&gt;sandals&lt;/b&gt;. Preferably the gladiator kind. They look good on my feet eh. I don't know, something to do with its line cutting off this and that and whatever. They make me look like my feet are proportioned. It's not like I'm getting in to the trend bandwagon, God forbid. It's just that they make my feet look GOOOOD, man! Although...the straps can't be good for my calves. Ahhh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=smsrhw&amp;amp;s=3" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else do I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOHH &lt;b&gt;Tim Yap&lt;/b&gt; is launching a new line of ODM watches. I was REALLY disappointed when I didn't get to buy the first version, the white one. Grabe. I mean I know Tim Yap is this and that and there are all sorts of things running on the mill about him, but his watches are great. And I need a decent updated watch, and a decent classic watch. But I can always borrow a decent classic watch from my mum, so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 211px; height: 150px;" src="http://i30.tinypic.com/34gnhb6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I need a &lt;b&gt;decent, vintage, shirtdress.&lt;/b&gt; I'm not looking for a khaki one anymore, it makes me look like a mom, according to my visualization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANYONE KNOW A GOOD, DECENT VINTAGE SHOP?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleeeease?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I must stop before I sound ditzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay people I'm signing off. Leave your comments, yeah? Heaven knows I can't resist returning them, I feel guilty when I don't. Only big blog-stars do that, since they basically have the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...well I'm not a big blog-star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atleast not yet. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-6134315088997711768?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/6134315088997711768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=6134315088997711768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/6134315088997711768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/6134315088997711768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/04/lss-touch-my-body-nanananananna.html' title=''/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i32.tinypic.com/246rqlg_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-3266450958558903619</id><published>2008-04-02T20:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T20:43:56.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Australia's Next Top Model.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vhai_Lgc7HM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vhai_Lgc7HM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooly Moly. THAT WAS AWESOME. Wow. Australia's Next Top Model's even better than US's. I mean LOOK AT THAT! WOW! Commercial palang pamatay na eh. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like... I can't even say. Grabe ang ganda. Wow. I am AWED. Ang astig. Grabe. The creativity, the beauty the models, the THEME (go james bond hahahah). COOOOL HAHAHAHA. I super love everything. Corny nga lang medyo yung simula, but it's cool nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang, just thought of putting it here, I just saw it in BryanBoy's blog. (I'm a fan.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;won't be returning your comments, i'm on a break. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-3266450958558903619?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3266450958558903619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=3266450958558903619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/3266450958558903619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/3266450958558903619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/04/australias-next-top-model.html' title='Australia&apos;s Next Top Model.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-8097996048112025126</id><published>2008-03-29T12:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T12:21:07.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>survey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dip it Low - Christina Millan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, how stupid is this. I'm too tamad to switch music in my mom's iTunes. and stop wondering why she has Christina freaking Millan on her iTunes, she uploaded Now 67 and Woman Collection to her iTunes which has "young" music in it, so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has David Lanz and Vivaldi though. Such an old lady. HAHAHAHAH i'm kidding. I love you ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Survey from Ala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. If you had to listen to one song forever which one would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, that's really really hard. Enter Sandman? Baka mabaliw ako. Uhm... It Had to Be You - Doris Day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What if you did not share the same feelings as the person who likes you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's just too bad. If he leaves me alone, fine. If he stalks me, I'll shoot him. If we're friends, edi friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What if you had to live out a movie which one would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmmm. GREASE. :)) :)) how funny. no. Uhm... Sixteen Candles. I'd do a good Molly Ringwald. I love cursing pa naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What if you hated someone, what would be your reasons?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did something insanely wrong? Oh, uhm they spread bad things about me...or yeah, I like the previous answer: I felt treated unfairly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What if you had a boyfriend/girlfriend… what made you fall for him/her?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good question. Oh wait, bad question. Never been in a relationship before. A real one? NO. So maybe it makes me a loser, but whatever. So let's change the question into...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are you looking for in a boyfriend/girlfriend? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. Uh. Uh. Well yes, same to previous answer I guess. A degree of physical attraction, of course. And then... we must enjoy the same music. This means a lot to me. :) He must know and respect and love my mom and my sister. He should love and respect and care for his mom and his sisters. He should be able to beat me in TEKKEN hahahahahhahahaha. He should enjoy the same stuff that I do, para masaya. It isn't so hard for a guy to enjoy PlayStation, yes? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What if you were in a relationship would you rather be the one who loves or the one who is loved?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'd rather be the one who's loved. Mas masarap siguro yun. Pero mas maganda kung equal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What if you discovered the person you liked just broke up with someone? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh chika minute muna? Why did they break up? He saw her with who on the bed doing WHAT? hahaha kidding kidding. Oh, well syempre I'd ask why they broke up, and then I'd steal him. I'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What if the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NO. How sad. :-( Really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. What if you foresaw a disappointment in your life, what would you do? Would you do what you can to avoid it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH...Can I do anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What if you only had 12 months to live what would you do. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;travel travel travel. tell people how i really feel about them (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Is being tagged fun? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. What If you find out that your best friend is going out with your boyfriend/girlfriend, how would you react?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll shoot them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What if it was the end of the world and you could only save one person you knew who would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one person? baduy. hahahaah. uhm probably Chiara, because she has more years to live pa. i hope she doesn't read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. What if you had to choose to be blind or deaf?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOONNEEE. being blind means not being able to take pictures or to seeee things. being deaf means not being able to hear music, oh how awful. Well atleast pag deaf my hearing aid. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Would you rather be married to someone who is richer than you and sorta connect with, or someone you are richer than and have a major connection with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorta connect with...well malay mo may chance to grow into something bigger. Pero kung wala talaga...it doesn't really matter who's richer or whatever, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. What do you really want to be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be rich. woooo. I want to be a good graphic designer. :-) Meeaninggg, I have to practice my drawing skills. Yehey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. What if you got into a disagreement with someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oink. Depends. Kung mababaw, sorry sorry peace yo. If it's something massive...oh. agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. What if he says sorry for everything, and tries to win you back?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh. uh. uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. What is the dominant color around you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala. white. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Give three things you want now? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) a decent lovelife.&lt;br /&gt;2) a white macbook.&lt;br /&gt;3) a dslr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-8097996048112025126?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/8097996048112025126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=8097996048112025126' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/8097996048112025126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/8097996048112025126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/03/survet.html' title='survey.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-7974404718080463346</id><published>2008-03-25T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T00:20:05.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>majors.</title><content type='html'>27 people: farewell pictures are up &lt;a href="http://strangenbeautiful.multiply.com/photos/album/51/27s_farewell_parteey_24th_of_march"&gt;HERE &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please, practice courtesy if you're stealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is Alright - Motion City Soundrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So hear this. This is the only MCS (i use their initials, ang haba kaya ng name.) song that I listen to. I refuse to listen to any other MCS song, and hell knows why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? When I listen to this song, I believe the title. The title, not the lyrics. Ang odd ng lyrics niya. But yes, the chorus part. Something is really comforting about this song. HAHA. Convert! I'm a freaking sell out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Tell me that you're alright, yeah everything is alright. Please tell me that you're alright, yeah everything is alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typing it down, i now fail to see the comfort in the chorus part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just the rhythm and melody and the mishmash. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the One - The Ramones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah yeah, she's the one...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="tblBorderAll" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=35647N" target="_blank"&gt;WHAT MAJOR IS RIGHT FOR YOU?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.quizfarm.com/" target="_blank"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;English/Journalism/Comm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;You should strongly consider majoring (or minoring) in Communication, English, Film, Journalism, Literature, or Writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is possible that the best major for you is your 2nd, 3rd, or even 5th listed category, so be sure to consider ALL majors in your OTHER high scoring categories (below). You may score high in a category you didnt think you would--it is possible that a great major for you is something you once dismissed as not for you. The right major for you will be something 1) you love and enjoy and 2) are really great at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider adding a minor or double majoring to make yourself standout and to combine your interests. Please post your results in your myspace/blog/journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;table width="50%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;English/Journalism/Comm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Education/Counseling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="88"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;88%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Psychology/Sociology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="88"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;88%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;History/Anthropology/LiberalArts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="81"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;81%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;HR/BusinessManagement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="75"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Accounting/Finance/Marketing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="69"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;69%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Visual&amp;amp;PerformingArts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="63"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Religion/Theology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="63"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;French/Spanish/OtherLanguage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="63"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;PoliticalScience/Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="56"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;56%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Nursing/AthleticTraining/Health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="56"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;56%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Biology/Chemistry/Geology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Mathematics/Statistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="25"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Physics/Engineering/Computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="25"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENGINEERING IS FREAKING LAST FOR ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know why. I answered STRONGLY DISAGREE/DISAGREE to most answers that proclaim: "I LOVE MATH AND I'M ACTUALLY GOOD AT IT!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because a) I'm not good at math and b) I only love basic Algebra, simply because that's what I'm good at...Good, being relative. But I enjoy basic Algebra, really. Especially the coin problems. HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero look at this, the top 5 majors that I got are actually the ones that I INITIALLY considered, before I had this epiphanic thing going on with me+computers/engineering= $$$. (sorry, walang peso sign eh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I'm forcing myself to do engineering neither is my mom forcing me to do engineering/computers. In fact, my mother wants me to take up freaking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GEOLOGY&lt;/span&gt; to study ROCKS. Explanation: she works at a multinational company who makes money out of fossils and rocks and OIL. (How IT fits in the equation, I know not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I considered taking up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Structural Engineering&lt;/span&gt; because the building things part really excites me. Concrete and wire... I still would want to relish the "designing" of really strong and sturdy buildings, bridges and whatever. It's designing, pero in a technical aspect. Kaya I wanted to take up Structural Engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is...well &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm thinking of working with computers&lt;/span&gt;. Heaven knows I'm a freaking computer baby, I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CALMED&lt;/span&gt; by the sound of the keyboard when someone's clickity-clacketing away. I've been listening to that sound since I was a baby, given by the fact that my mom is an IT major, and she's been working with computers her whole entire life since college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of the major things that comfort me with my decision to take up something from the Engineering/Computer Field is that my mom was a lot like me when she was my age: a writer, yada yada yada enjoying the things I do, even considered MassCom and Marketing/Advertising (MERON NA PALA NUN NOON HAHAHA.) when she was about to enter college. Meaning, we're good in the Arts/Communications area, with nil Math skills. Pero siyempre, she listened to her dad, who told her that IT is the future, therefore she should take it. She, having no clue what she's up for, went to IT. That's the only difference we have, I didn't have anyone telling me what to do besides myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, she had hell for college (coming from a left-brain dominant all-girls school to a right-brain course wasn't exactly easy.) and then back with her jobs (especially the one before what she has now)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But looky looky where she is now. Happy, and supporting 2 spoiled kids &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on her own. &lt;/span&gt;A freaking single mom, and a strong one at that. We get to study at the best school (don't argue with me.), get to satisfy our whims once in a while, although she lets us buy books all of the time. Books naman eh. *snicker snicker* heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember something that a parent said, Anissha my batchmate's dad, actually. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Sitlani&lt;/span&gt;? He was one of "our parents" for Listen to My Heart, a program at school where we get to ask parents questions...and they basically answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked something like...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if your child asked you what course they should take between one thing that is something that they REALLY love, pero isn't financially stable and something na...so-so, pero is very stable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Mr. Sitlani said something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Work muna. Work hard. Later in life, you could cherish and enjoy the things that you didn't get to enjoy. There's time for everything. (and a little more somethingsomethings.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked his answer. Sure, it doesn't satisfy the entirety of the question, pero it kind of completes the equation in a sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Work hard, play later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero syempre, marami ring add-on mini-questions: Why should I work hard first? Life is short, you know. Or: What if I'm cut out for the starved life? What if I want to starve for my art?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[my]Answer to first question: Ewan ko sayo. Masyado ka nagiisip.&lt;br /&gt;And to the second one: EDI BAHALA KA SA BUHAY MO. And if you starve to death, I would gladly shove into your coffin: I TOLD YOU SO. No, I kid, I kid. Edi do what you want, demmit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have hard times ahead, especially next year. And heaven knows I'm getting ready for that. I think. Well, emotionally and psychologically. Mathematically? Ehr... Yeah, let me get back on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero there's this thing that I heard from a movie, that was 27 dresses I think. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If it is right, shouldn't it feel right?"&lt;/span&gt;. Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it. If you did the right thing, it would feel right. Kahit mali sa paningin ng sandaigdig, even if it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really really &lt;/span&gt;wrong, basta tama para sayo, nothing else matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, and I've been there. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Really really &lt;/span&gt;wrong, but I didn't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing is... it feels right. The moment I've been told that a friend of my mum's graduated with Industrial Management Engineering, something suddenly clicked within me. I don't know what, I don't know why, and the angels know why it has to be my mom's friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I never imagined venturing into Engineering&lt;/span&gt;, you know? If my classmates remember well, during one Guidance class, when we were given these little cards with characteristics in them? Yes, the one where we had to cut really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I got most &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;there (diba may letters sa isang corner?), and I don't remember what&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt; stands for, but I remember being told that people with the most &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;s are the ones who become engineers etc. And I remember LOUDLY objecting: say like..."NOOOO AYOKO MAGENGINEEEEEEEEEER!!! AYOKO MISS! AYOKO." *add harrumph* and then... "MISS, PURO C PALA AKO!" C stands for creative. Pero dinaya ko yun. Isa lang yata C ko sa lahat ng 5 cards. I was really an I. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi na kayo makarelate. I'll stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But really, it boils down to this: &lt;/span&gt;do what you love, pero don't be close-minded. Some people are. Say: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This is what I love, and this is the ONLY thing I love."&lt;/span&gt; No, don't say that. I was on the verge of being that, and then I "rediscovered" my love for computers. A-hah, a stable course pero I love. The clickity-clackety sound of the keyboard, the MOTHERBOARD (how ironic) and dissecting the data and stuff. And besides, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it isn't hard to grow into something, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt; It's all in your mind, and in your heart, and nasa sayo din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's ironic, e?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking shit na. So I'm signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thanks to Patch and Mika and Cousin Lea for sympathizing/empathizing with my last post. I'm cool now. It was just one blip in the whole sequence. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-7974404718080463346?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7974404718080463346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=7974404718080463346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/7974404718080463346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/7974404718080463346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/03/majors.html' title='majors.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-721057584194863799</id><published>2008-03-22T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T23:48:22.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Watching?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey's Anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you I couldn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: stupid stuff ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE HOROSCOPES IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE UNIVERSE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendster says: I'll be having a creative burst of energy blah blah, with unique creative ideas...add some shit, won't ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy says: Protect your innocence yada yada yada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventeen says: I'm having the best freaking month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believing somehow in horoscopes is the only thing that makes me non-skeptical about things in this universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to Friendster horoscopes? They used to be good and accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they fired their horoscope-r and replaced him with a shitty one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is a massive cosmic joke. Everyone's laughing except...me, of course. Maybe I'm on a Truman show-like show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vicky show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, impossible. Nobody would watch that kind of show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel EMPTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As empty as...an...ehr...an empty glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! I'm THAT empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiiit. (I would really like to record how I say shit. It's like how they say Shit in American Pie, they kind of linger in I, so it sounds like Sheyet. Or something like that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's wrong. I feel like something's missing, I haven't been myself lately...and HELL. HOLY HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M THE WORLDS STUPIDEST, STUPIDEST PERSON. really stupid. really really stupid. i'm stupider than the stupidest person in the whole entire world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a world-class fool, and I never ever learn from my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS WRONG WITH MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm VERY VERY close to SHOUTING NAMES in this blog. Really, you have NO idea how I WANT to say NAMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang, para masaya. It's not like they're the cause of the empty void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*add cricket sounds*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaaa. I'd ramble and ramble and ramble, bahala kayo sa buhay niyo. It's not like I didn't warn you or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramble ramble ramble. Ramble ramble ramble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I can't do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a complete, utter FEWL. I'm a world-class one, at that. If there was a Fool's Convention every year, I'd be their VIP at every single event. I'd be their guest speaker, giving talks on: "How to be a Fool", "How to be a WORLD CLASS Fool", "How to BE a fool without actually LOOKING like one".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhm, I'd really inspire people with those kind of talks. And then I'd give them magnets with my face in it, so they could stick it in their refrigerators, just so they'd be reminded EVERY SINGLE time to not be a fool, most certainly not like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel stupid, and I hope you recognize the REGRET that I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't like feeling like a fool, what more BEING one, you know what i'm saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, you know what I'm saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tiring having to explain myself. Why'd do I have to explain myself to you anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who.are.you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing them phones were busy. I swear to God, I'll die if I see you again, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My LIFE IS A MASSIVE COSMIC JOKE AND I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO DOESN'T GET IT. Everyone's laughing and I'm left in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad because of so many things. I feel sad because of so many things. I feel so damn stupid because of so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And worst of all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel empty. So damn empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a hug. And Vanilla ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And frankly? Someone who cares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-721057584194863799?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/721057584194863799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=721057584194863799' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/721057584194863799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/721057584194863799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/03/watching-greys-anatomy.html' title=''/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-1954291313548977690</id><published>2008-03-21T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T21:45:49.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Watching?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey's Anatomy, Season 2 on DVD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm seeing the episode where:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a trainwreck, hindi sinipot ni Derek si Meredith kay Joe's, and there's this case where a pole went through two people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started watching starting from the 1st episode last night, due to my inability to sleep. I was really really RESTLESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, once you start with Grey's Anatomy, you can't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I'm wondering if they have Season 3 on DVD already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with Angeli's layout, and I think I like it. If I get really creative at one time, I might even switch it up a little bit. It feels a teenie weenie wrong with me, although I'd say it's perfectly fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, I feel so stupid right now. I don't know. I feel weird. Weird weird weird all over. And I know why, I just don't know how to say it. I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You miss people, even if you have no right to miss them. I'm not talking about a boy, per se. I'm talking about many people. I'm talking about a friend who left and we just forgot each other. Wala, I can't even call her a friend because she has "other" friends. If she comes home and I do see her, wala din. I'm talking about friends whom I figuratively left, and now we don't even bother to look at each other, afraid to acknowledge each other. I'm talking about a friend who used to stay with me, way up until 12 o'clock (even if his regular sleeping time is around 10:30) and then we don't even look at each other anymore. (many different people, really.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, once I call you a friend, that's pretty much it. It's solid. I give you everything, and I don't expect you to give me everything, kahit acknowledgment as a friend lang OK na sakin eh. Ayoko kasi ng nagkakalimutan. I mean...wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I done wrong to merit this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is wanting to be a friend bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-( Why can't friends be friends forever?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-1954291313548977690?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/1954291313548977690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=1954291313548977690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/1954291313548977690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/1954291313548977690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/03/watching-greys-anatomy-season-2-on-dvd.html' title=''/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-4874080188188593319</id><published>2008-03-21T09:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T12:40:26.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photo + blog = phlog</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypnotized - Plies Ft. Akon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cool song, odd lyrics. :-))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is Alright - Motion City Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is probably the only song I like from them. But I'm downloading some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Small Things - Blink 182&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay, shouldn't be listening to this. it's too happy. it's Good Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've dreamt of you. Just there, unattainable. So wrong, yet so right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p28/beekeeney/macbook1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really I dreamt of it last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It, in its white and splendid glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, while I was operating it, it was running on a Windows OS. Not MAC. And then I remembered reading from Ala's blog (!) that you have to buy a MAC equivalent of Windows. Parang Phoenix yata name nun or whatever. So asked this guy to install it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, di ko man lang nagamit yung MacBook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p28/beekeeney/macbook3.jpg" height="183" width="225" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p28/beekeeney/macbook2.jpg" height="206" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear God, thank you for the MacBook on January 2009. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p28/beekeeney/200px-Sydney_white_poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Sydney White on DVD last night. It's really really adorable. And Amanda Bynes is funny. Adorable, cute and sweet. Maybe not critically-acclaimed, but wth, I enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crushes from the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p28/beekeeney/tylerprince.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tyler prince dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p28/beekeeney/dork.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, i have to like one of the seven dorks. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, I find him adorable, even if he's allergic to everything imaginable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also adoore the Boy Scout dork. He's cute and skweeshee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like reading books, is interested in genetics, likes reading about philosophy, history and politics and I like tinkering with computers. And I'm a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DORK&lt;/span&gt; who happens to kick ass. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p28/beekeeney/dork-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that has to be the lamest icon ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;American Idol&lt;/span&gt; news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hooked more than ever. Okay, well I've never been really hooked until NOW, and that's because my mom's hooked. I don't usually get past the auditions, because that's the FUN part. But heck, am I rewarded or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did the Beatles for TWO FREAKING WEEKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well some of them did massacre the song (Yeah Brooke, here comes the sun? Sayang, I like you pa naman.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p28/beekeeney/archuletacastro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p28/beekeeney/archuletacastro.jpg" border="0" height="205" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to see a bigger image, click. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polaroids, tsk. How come I never thought of that 'til now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I started liking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jason Castro&lt;/span&gt; the moment I paid attention to him. Also, when I saw his "rear view" hahahahahaha. I'm an ass person. WTF. Such a charming person. those eyes, grabe. And the dreadlocks work for him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Archuleta&lt;/span&gt;. He's just a skweeshy kid. SO SO adorable!!! Grabe. I want to squeeze him all day. Pero hanggang dun lang. :-) I'd look like his older sister if we go together (operative word is IF) even if he's a couple of years older than me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-4874080188188593319?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4874080188188593319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=4874080188188593319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/4874080188188593319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/4874080188188593319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/03/listening-to-hypnotized-plies-ft.html' title='photo + blog = phlog'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-3984810883899472197</id><published>2008-03-20T11:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T12:52:06.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's Baby - Phantom Planet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sweet sweet sweet song, man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Black - AC/DC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hahaha iTunes is on random play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Grunge now. Favorite kantahin sa Magic Sing! HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When You Were Young - The Killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Meron nito sa RockBand. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm hooked with bryanboy. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaaaaaaaaahd some people just freaking annoy me. How much time does it take to type a "no, i'm not going" or "yes i'm going"? Given the fact that you can type atleast a gazillion letters in a span of 5 minutes, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People talaga, tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't reply within 5 seconds, I swear I'm going to flood your archive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kid, I kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natapos ko na buong Medium level ng Rock Band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisiw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAAAT?!??!?! HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm proud to say I've never failed a song, pero siyempre I practice eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I DID have a hard time with ENTER SANDMAN. San you, favorite song pa. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm moving on with the Hard level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone with the guitars and the mic? Let's form a band :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone willing to take me as a photographer's assistant, an intern or whatever? Kahit walang bayad. Basta cool yung job niyo :-)) Walang internship or whatever sa the Picture Company eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe, gusto ko ng summer buddies. Alam mo yun, yung kadaldalan mo buong summer and then when you resume back to your lives, wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para bang fling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT?!?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. My brain has gone to the beach and fried itself sunbathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.tinypic.com/13z6bup.jpg" width="250" height="188"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is Ikea's Bedroom Planner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cool. Insanely cool, but not in the mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to download: www.ikea.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photoshop nga muna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back when something juicy hits me fried brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NO, I'M NOT FRIED IN &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THAT &lt;/span&gt;WAY, IDDIES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-3984810883899472197?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3984810883899472197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=3984810883899472197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/3984810883899472197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/3984810883899472197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/03/listening-to-somebodys-baby-phantom.html' title=''/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i27.tinypic.com/13z6bup_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-5556800030891084259</id><published>2008-03-18T23:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T01:02:31.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelling'/><title type='text'>travelling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Then Someday - Abandoned Pools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it was unexpected, listening to this, given that it's quite an emo song. Not much hate on the emo music, hindi ko lang talaga trip ngayon. Pero since the song felt "right" I'm listening to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina pa ako naghahanap ng music na nagf'fit sa mood ko, which is...well I don't know. No idea what I'm feeling right now. Somewhere between SHITTY and WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko. Weird kasi I have the feeling that people think that I'm a freaking know-it-all and that they're taking it against me. And maybe I am a know-it-all. You know what, I am. I like clicking of things, most especially on the net. Kaya nga Wikipedia is one of my most visited websites eh. I like finding about things. I don't like being left in the dark of things. Kaya lagi mong maririnig na sinasabi ko na "ay alam ko yan" kasi alam ko naman talaga. Kung hindi ko alam, bat ko naman sasabihin na alam ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's idiotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I just need to take things with a grain of salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a muse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like Shakespeare needed Lady Viola in Shakespeare in Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa dami ng guys sa aking Crush Roster, not one person inspires me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiiit. I'm in a rut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like travelling. I don't want to travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED to. I need to get out of this country. I need a breath of fresher air, a sight of greener land. Anywhere but here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I hate the Philippines or anything, pero everything's been vair tiring lately. The government, the protestors, my life, even. I guess it's major escapisim, but I want to...need to have some time to think. So yeah, can't I think in this place? Do I have to have an expensive plane ticket JUST TO FRICKIN THINK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, maybe I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go shopping abroad. I crave for that experience. I want to try new food (coming from the girl who doesn't even eat Jap food, pero I've never tried it, so yeah that explains it. MINUS major ganda points since I know lots of guys who like Japanese food. but you know what, I think I'll like Jap food once I try it. :-P ) and I just want to take pictures. Pictures pictures pictures. Me and my trusty Sony Digicam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang, I feel like travelling offers some major spiritual awakening or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta, it's what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're asking where I want to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done this before, pero I guess I'll put new insights and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JAPAN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience the real-deal Japanese food. I WANT TO GO TO JAPAN SO BAD. It's nice observing the different groups of people and the oddities I'll encounter on the way. Cheap din ang techie stuff dito, so it's probably going to be heaven for me. I want to immerse myself in their RICH culture, you have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides, I like Japanese products. They're aesthetically-inclined (ish). Usually, when my mom gets home from Japan (well di na ngayon) she brings home these cute and odd things, so yes. I'm fond pa naman of kawaii things. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masarap pumunta dito pag medyo matanda na kami ni Chiara. Chiara, my younger sister is an insane car fan (it rubs off minsan) and she loves sports cars (she almost fainted at the sight of a Dodge Viper at ATC, I kid not.) I on the other hand adore Vintage cars and...big, family-sized cars (I'm more of a 1973 Mustang...and a Dodge Durango.) but I want the new-school Beetle. Grabe ang cute cute cute cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, labo ah. I'm talking about Dodge and Volkswagen and Mustang, they're not even Japanese car brands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, you get my point, don't you? No use for further explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SINGAPORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to Italy, to England, but I've never been to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a shame to all Asians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, at this point in time, if someone asks me to choose between an Asian Trip and a Euro Trip, I'd probably choose the Asian Trip. Wala lang, I feel like Asia is more vibrant and young and spicy, you know! Iba-iba talaga makikita mo with every country you go to. Different cultures, different buildings. Euro Trip I could have when I'm older. Sosy much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Singapore because a) retail therapy daw!!! b) wala lang, it doesn't feel right, being an Asian and not being able to go to Singapore. Hello, ang lapit niya lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MALAYSIA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, at an assignment to Malaysia by her office (I THINK. I THINK.) she went to this church and asked for a baby daughter. Once she gets that baby daughter, she'll bring her to that church back someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That baby daughter is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't feel right to not go back there and thank the patron of that church for the gift of life he gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, Malaysia Truly Asia daw. I want to see what they've got to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAILAND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, I want to experience talaga. The temples and the traditions, grabe. And besides, it's interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, kulang sa substance reasons ko. Eh kaya nga I want to pay these countries a visit eh, to know what they're all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VIETNAM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people are talking about this famous sweet drink that's kind of like halo-halo, pero puro condensed milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmhm, my type of drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAMBODIA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angkor Wat, now! I want to visit Angkor Wat. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOUTH KOREA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we get annoyed of their presence, I want to pester them all din. Wala lang, I want to see what's there to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeju Island hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;USA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a huge loser, have never been to the US. I want to go there: RETAIL THERAPY! HAHAHA. Wala lang, I want to go there for experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides, all the cool stuff are there. Hmm, wonder where I'll find that Ramones jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INDIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always see the poor side of India, the badly-depicted side. I want to see India in its true beauty. And the food, of course. I like spicy food pa naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NORTH ASIA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go there simply because I want to see what's there to see. I want to see what's to see in countries I've never even thought existed before: Kyrgyzstan and the likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHINA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China, how could I forget? Ang bansa ng kanuno-nunoan ni Jiggy! Or whatever, who the hell knows where that guy's ancestral lines run from. He doesn't even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I want to go to China because!!! China is somehow Asia in every essence, and they say it's the new Asian frontier na daw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad it's becoming very modernist. They should do what the Europeans do. Put Starbucks and McDo in Victorian-era buildings. HAHA. Cool nga eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUSTRALIA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The land down under. Very diverse culture, edi cool! And besides, their accents rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will probably add pictures of places mentioned above later. It's too late and I'm pretty sleepy already. :-) And it's hard to look for good, non-stereotype pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-5556800030891084259?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5556800030891084259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=5556800030891084259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/5556800030891084259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/5556800030891084259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/03/travelling.html' title='travelling.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-8806895357008604190</id><published>2008-03-18T18:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T18:04:01.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/10155989/1/678779233"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-989.friendster.com/e1/photos/98/95/10155989/1_678779233l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUN YON!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture courtesy of Miss Delise Eugenio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labyoo miss! :-))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-8806895357008604190?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/8806895357008604190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=8806895357008604190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/8806895357008604190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/8806895357008604190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/03/yeah-baby.html' title='yeah baby.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-8817476272674993844</id><published>2008-03-17T15:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T17:56:19.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first of summer + rock band.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Yellow Bricks - Arctic Monkeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/1DdFc-FDCE/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=000000&amp;amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/1DdFc-FDCE/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" flashvars="backColor=000000&amp;amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;amp;linkColor=666666" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Watching?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare in Love on DVD (original yan,ha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--it's on pause. i had to go online to look for a number of something, and then i dropped by ala's blog and suddenly felt like blogging.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's officially the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST OF SUMMER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurrah to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APRIL&lt;/span&gt;, it's my favorite month now. I don't even like my birthmonth, September anymore. It's too gloomy, since it rains ALL THE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when did I start hating the rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hatest month:&lt;/span&gt; JUNE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's fresh from the beach, so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lahat mukhang uling&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most of the boys forgot to visit their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;barberos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;Pabayaan ko na raw sila, sabi ni mommy. They're revelling on the lack of hair inspections. I'd bet their moms would LOVE to shave their hair off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The top 1 reason I dislike June&lt;/span&gt; is because...well, I get used to the pig lifestyle I lead. Well I didn't really lead a pig lifestyle last year, I did something worthy. But yeah, summer's usually really fun for me, and I get used to the lifestyle, and it's such a shame that I have to go back to school, face new teachers who will probably hate me, face new classmates who will probably hate me, face a mountain of projects, quizzes,exams and stuff, face people who I don't even want to face....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell wants that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some people want that, 'cause some people technically don't do anything with their Summer vacay. Yeah, I wouldn't want to blame them, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if there's a will, there's a way&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Kung hinarang ka ng guard, suntukin mo sa balls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summer's always a time for rediscovery for me&lt;/span&gt;, to do what I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;want, before...doing things that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quite &lt;/span&gt;abhor: maths and problems and boy problems per se. Maths, I don't abhor so much, I'm just scared out of my pants that I won't do good next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer's freaking time to lose weight, geddamit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Am I going to lose weight kaya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, even if I do lose weight, I think I'll still look the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, FACE IT PEOPLE. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm never going to be skinny.&lt;/span&gt; I have bones that would put dinosaurs to shame. They're massive. Everytime I ask people to feel the bone on my calves...You know, the one down there, above your sole... Sa likod ng tuhod mo... KUHA MO? Everytime they feel that, they're like...WOAH. Ang laki laki laki talaga ng buto ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm happy with that, actually. 'Cause with my personality and the lifestyle I'm living...well it's just not fit for a skinny person. A skinny person wouldn't knock the balls off of someone. Well I've never actually done that, but when the moment seems right for it, then I probably will. A skinny person wouldn't dare play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bunong braso.&lt;/span&gt; I mean come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides, my kids would have a hard time if they had a skinny mom. I don't know how that connects, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not fat. I'm even lucky I have convex-ish curves (papasok, hindi palabas) and I'm pretty well-endowed when it comes to the front and the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San pa you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And studies say that hourglass-figured women produce smarter and more gifted kids? Kasi daw the hormones or genes or whatever that are connected to the smartness and giftedness of your offsprings are found in your...hips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA. Angeli and I would have great kids. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. I sound like I'm advertising my body and looking for a husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehr...Sir, not yet available. I'm only fourteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I don't have body issues. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty interesting day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw an old classmate in town, called Angeli on the phone (because of something else, iddie.) and my sister finally bought the Rock Band drum set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GAS, it's the coolest thing next to guitar hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why next to GH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh kasi.... Mas cool yung songs ng GH. It's not like I aspire to be a guitarist or anything, mas masaya lang talaga pag mas alam mo yung mga kanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning: more old school stuff in GH. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the RB drumset's pretty insane. I mean, it's like the DrumMania thing that you play in TZ, mas cool lang yung songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.tinypic.com/102ji4m.jpg" height="175" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, they have Garbage, and the RAMONES (Blitzkrieg Bop NOW!) and OK Go, even. Pero kulang lang yung kanta, and hindi namin maaupdate, since PS2 lang gamit namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hell, we have 40 more songs to unlock, so mahaba-habang laruan 'to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatawa nga eh, my sister took a long time to decide if she's going to buy it, eh hello. She already asked our Grandpa for money for it, specifically. Meaning: bibilhin niya na talaga, pinagisipan pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan, tuloy, ang tagal namin sa 3rd floor. Old classmate probably thought I was stalking him or something. Kausap ko pa naman si Angeli sa phone. HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RB's pretty great, and you could form a "band" using the other RB instruments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaka-adik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I better go now, before my sister arrives from school. I'll be playing RB. I'll kick Dead or Alive's ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-8817476272674993844?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/8817476272674993844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=8817476272674993844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/8817476272674993844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/8817476272674993844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-of-summer-rock-band.html' title='first of summer + rock band.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i25.tinypic.com/102ji4m_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-7653732499227563482</id><published>2008-03-15T08:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T11:25:48.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ily 27.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock the Casbah - The Clash&lt;br /&gt;Purple Haze - Jimi Hendrix&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Things - Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;Smooth Criminal - Alien Ant Farm&lt;br /&gt;Little Wing - Jimi Hendrix&lt;br /&gt;Entourage - Omarion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WANNABE - SPICE GIRLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes nooowwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spice Girls bring my comfort. Siguro it's because they were what I listened to when I was a kid. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tae Imeem. Tinanggal ko na yung music sa slide kasi...asim eh. Well enjoy the show anyways. Kung nagtatanong kayo ano magandang soundtrack habang pinapanood to...Try niyo Spice Girls. YES NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-5a.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="475" width="600" style="width:600px;height:475px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-5a.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=144115188091926106&amp;site=widget-5a.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=144115188091926106&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5a.slide.com/p1/144115188091926106/ms_t047_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=144115188091926106&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5a.slide.com/p2/144115188091926106/ms_t047_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I thought things wouldn't work out. I thought everyone would be a tad too competitive this schoolyear. We won't be NOISY as last year, and we wouldn't BOND the same way. And of course, there were fewer boys. Talk about babe shortage, but every section's gotta have a dose of Y chromosomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy, OH BOY I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE were NOISIER than last year and we BONDED like hell. Yes, we were competitive, but it was healthy, in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fewer boys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they're more "man" than the other boys that I know. They know respect and they show it. They say sorry where it's due. They are who they are. Masungit, tahimik, CORNY and everything else. I love them 13 boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...kahit hindi sila mahilig magpa'picture. Konting work nalang, boys. Picture lang yan. Gwapo naman kayo eh. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've taken much shit this year, and I'm not kidding on this one. The issue on the number of the 27 cheerdancers who were accepted, the "flyer" issue. And yes, the ever-high expectations of the teachers from us. There was this point in time, LAHAT ng teachers nagalit samin per subject. From the start, down to the last one. Di na natuto. Pero okay lang yan. Chill lang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tingin samin ng mga tao mga feeling-Panginoon kami. T*ngna. Nasa 3rd floor lang feeling Panginoon na? Sa tingin niyo ba gusto naming nasa 3rd floor? Oo, astig kasi may veranda kami (hanep sa pang-stalk, ikanga ni Erika), atsaka hindi masikip kapag recess time. Pero mas gugustuhin sana naming kasama namin mga batchmates namin, kesa na yung mga 3rd year, na hindi naman namin batchmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At sa tingin niyo, dinaya yang cheering na yan? Bias? Eh sige nga, balikan mo. Ilang studyante ang nag-audition sa cheering na galing 27? Ang dami kaya. Kaya wag kang magugulat kung maraming natanggap. Eh magaling naman sila sumayaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are so KEEN on judging us. It's like living under a microscope. One wrong move, issue na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero hindi ko idedeny. Meron talagang mga oras na sakdal-langit ang ingay namin. Parang... WOAH THERE. Minsan, nakakapagod magpa-upo (mahirap magpatahimik, di naman sila tumatahimik eh.) kasi tayo sila nang tayo. Minsan talaga namang nakakalimutan nilang may teacher sa harap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ayos lang, masaya naman eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(teka, bat biglang nagtagalog ako?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, my dear friends. Let me present the people who make up section 27...and the teachers as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(According to the class picture...From top left. LEFT-RIGHT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Menandro Daella. &lt;/span&gt;Menny Laughs. The escaped teddy bear from the asylum. Tawa kasi nang tawa, minsan hindi namin alam kung bakit. Pero wag kayo diyan. Top 1 yan. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nicole Natanauan. &lt;/span&gt;My dear MANONG! Yes now. Hanep ang kanyang talents with his hand. YES NOW. AHEM. Perv, I'm talking about his insane DRAWING skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jairo Dimarucut. &lt;/span&gt;The jug man. Yes, we love our Jairo...despite his robotic ways. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ron Rodriguez. &lt;/span&gt;STUD-ious. Yes now! A very hardworking and dedicated student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patrick Cruz. &lt;/span&gt;ROMEO TENORIO. omz. HAHAHA. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carl Calderon. &lt;/span&gt;Straightforward, pero very friendly. Patay ka pag ayaw niya sayo, gagaguhin ka niyan.  HANEP DIN ANG KANYANG ASSet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miguel Acuin. &lt;/span&gt;"Miss, question". Sandamukal ang tanong na naiisip, especially during Biology time. Good thing Miss Eu is very very patient. Kung hindi... Ewan ko nalang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jiggy Elises. &lt;/span&gt;Mister Glow-in-the Dark. Also: Mister No Reaction. Snob!!! ELISES ALERT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zigmund Lozañes. &lt;/span&gt;Z-I-G-M-U-N-D kami ang fans ni Zigmund!!! OMZ= Oh My Zigmund!!! With this guy, you'll never know what's next. Madalas susungitan ka, minsan hindi. Ayaw niyang may mas mayabang sakanya. Gusto niya siya lang. Kakagulat ang kanyang KALBO moment, pero in fairness, madali tumubo ang buhok niya. MVP din! Hella ball player, diba girls? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Benedic Alano. &lt;/span&gt;Ang isa sa tatlong DAKILANG CORNY MUSKETEERS. Grabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danton Dizon. &lt;/span&gt;Si Eagleman. Isa sa mga breakthrough personalities of the year. Bigla ba namang naging CORNY. Nga pala, isa din sa tatlong DAKILANG CORNY MUSKETEERS. Grabe, nakakaiyak ang kacornyhan niya minsan. Pero okay lang yan, ROBBIE ko yan eh. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lawrence Lontoc. &lt;/span&gt;Mister Flawless for life. Partner-in-Crime ni Menandro. Ang cute naman nila tignan noh. Biggest and Smallest. Pero okay lang yan, pakiramdam ko pag tanda ni Lawrence po-pogi yan lalo. Yihee. Hanep din mag'basketball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle Ylaya. &lt;/span&gt;Mommy long legs dapat ang award nito! Quiet, pero malupet. Hanep ang taste sa music: Miss Weezer to eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coleen Araza. &lt;/span&gt;Ate ng room! Very responsible. Pinakaunang adik sa TWILIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Early Empeño. &lt;/span&gt;"Early, but sometimes late!" Nge. Breakthrough performance as Loretta in Forever Witches. Yes noooww!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Riabelle Aurellano. &lt;/span&gt;"We're here for you, we're ready to die for you!" Rakenrol babe. Hanep ang math skills. Also, her "pakikisama" and leadership skills are notable. Magaling pa magdeliver ng joke. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angelique Lahoz.&lt;/span&gt; Future model ng Datu Puti. I'm kidding. Wala na akong masabi, last year ko pa kayo ginagawan eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oops. Ako na sunod sa picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel Casimiro. &lt;/span&gt;Tahimik, pero malupit. Hindi na siya slow, medyo fast na. Hahahah. Pero hanep talaga sa organizing skills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aivi Carpio. &lt;/span&gt;Miss Sound FX and Overdramatics. Lahat na ng sound effects sa mundo nagagawa niya. Galing nga eh. Kawawa si Jiggy dito eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Reyno. &lt;/span&gt;Mahilig magrecite. Kahit Filipino time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ayana Apelo. &lt;/span&gt;SUNOG BABA!!! Waaaaahahahahahahaha. Ang ingay ingay ingay ni Yani. Dapat pala ito yung honorary 14th boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madelyn Galang. &lt;/span&gt;Adik kay Julia Quinn dahil sakin. Mahilig magbasa. Mahilig magside-comment. Pero witty. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jethro Encarnacion. &lt;/span&gt;Lupet sa basketball, lupet rin mang-attract ng boys. Pero okay lang yan, little sistah ko yan e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mariz Encarnacion. &lt;/span&gt;Nakow. Psychotic in the making ba ito? Super-duper adik kay Harry Potter. Pati nga pala sa mga aso. Amo niya nga pala si Ange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sam McDo. &lt;/span&gt;Rakenrol rebelde! hahah. Hanep kumanta. Hanep din tumawa. Na-miss ko 'to kasi hindi na kami magkatabi pag PA time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ina Vergara. &lt;/span&gt;TRUE LOVE KO TO!!! woooo yess now. Porny. NGEK! HAHAHA. Si Ina. hmmm. Ano nga ba. AY LAGING LATE. GRABE. Tatlong huling araw na ng schoolyear, late pa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eliz Villaroman. &lt;/span&gt;ELIZes. Laging inaasar kay Jiggy kasi neighbors sila. Kamusta naman yon, diba? Isa pang rakenrol kid. Ewan ko nalang kung emo siya. Mukha namang hindi. Hanep din taste nito sa music. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hanna Astudillo. &lt;/span&gt;Dalagang Pilipina to da max. Prim and proper. Mas poised pa nga yan kesa sakin eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dana Pancho. &lt;/span&gt;Isa pang tahimik, pero malupit. Beauty and Brains, san ka pa? Mabait pa yan. And masaya kasama. Yes now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abby Tiong. &lt;/span&gt;AUDITOOORR! Yes now. Go ChubbyGail! BabyGirl 16 din pala. Ang dami-dami niyang bag, nakakamatay. Bag buddy ba? Mahilig din ako sa bag eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barbie Esperanza. &lt;/span&gt;Baby Caveman award. Ako si Mommy Caveman. Baho, no? Baby ng class, besides Zia. Pano naman kasi. Lagi to kaaway ni Angeli. Pero partners-in-crime sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angeli Medida. &lt;/span&gt;TAHIMIK SA CLASSROOM, grabe. Pero very talented yan! Magaling sumayaw, hanep mag'drawing, magaling rin magsulat! San pa you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Erika Recomite. &lt;/span&gt;Ilong Rangeerrrr!!! Babes ng lahat. Maingay at mahilig mag-side comment. Laitera (inamin niya naman sa friendster niya.) pero ASTIG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diana Sumera. &lt;/span&gt;Miss Coke. Mummy niya kasi nagttrabaho yata sa Coca-cola. Maganda ang buhok. Barkada ni Erika pati Crissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crissa Pineda. &lt;/span&gt;Co-founder ng A.S.I.M.A.S together with Angeli. Kung ano ang ASIMAS, wag niyo na alamin. Hindi nga yata niya alam na member ako. Pero OK lang. SHOCKING to! SHOCKIINNNNGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cham Cabaña. &lt;/span&gt;Hanep ang kanyang KILLER SMILE. Karaoke queen din. Pano, biglang kakanta out of the blue! Pero ok lang, magaling naman siya kumanta eh. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michel Onrubia. &lt;/span&gt;Poisoned. Hanep kasi ang poise niya, kayo naman eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jen-jen Gavilla. &lt;/span&gt;Miss Mamon at Miss Baon. Sarap kasi ng BAON niyang MAMON. Woooo. Hanep din sa pagka-slow, pero OK lang, kasi masaya naman eh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zia Cornejo. &lt;/span&gt;Smallest but Terriblest. Hanep kasama. Chill din siya, hindi pikon. Nakakatuwa. She's a bundle of hyper energy. Grabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah delos Santos. &lt;/span&gt;Ang pangatlong CORNY MUSKETEER. Grabe talaga. Corn Princess. Corny kasi. Pero chill din siya. Ano nga ulit meaning ng name mo? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;arah is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;lways &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;eady and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;vailable to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;andsome guys? HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Corinne Escartin. &lt;/span&gt;Active sa extra-curricular activities. May band, tas chorale, tapos she did the Dramafest to. San pa you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jessica Carpio. &lt;/span&gt;Hands down, pinakatahimik. Proud ako sakanya kasi hindi siya naki-ingay! Ang galing. Hindi siya umingay. Masarap din kasama, tapos astig handwriting niya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ana Raymundo. &lt;/span&gt;MEGAPHONE hahaha. A bundle of energy din. Malakas ang boses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Belina Tenorio. &lt;/span&gt;JULIET CRUZ. Omz. Patrick ka lang ehh...Yihee. Filipina beauty talaga, with her beautiful skin and big, brown eyes. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHERS NAMAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MISS EUGENIO: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super adviser. Hanep ang patience. Good thing she held out until the end of the schoolyear, akala ko bibitawan niya na kami. Pinakamagaling magturo sa lahat, she made Biology bearable. Maganda din, chaka hanep sa mga gimik. Masaya din kasama. Sir Mancao, yihee. HAHA. Sayang at hindi kami naging SUPERCLOSE sakanya, pero okay lang, because we love her all the same. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIR AVILES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da best! Hanep magturo, puro kwento! Teacher for 2 straight years, and I probably wouldn't mind another year. Swerte kami kay Sir, grabe. He's kind, and caring and funny and nakakatuwa. Sana siya parin Level Prefect next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIR PEDRIGALA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BOMB now! HAHA. Sayang hindi ko masyado trip yung style niya sa pagtuturo. Ang chill niya pa naman nung LAST DAY!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIR CALINDRO: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years in a row ko nang Filipino teacher...ayoko na. Gusto ko ma'enjoy yung Noli next year. Pero hanep rin siya sa memories ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIR JOJO STA.RITA: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd prefer to call him Sir Sta.Rita, pero since lahat ng classmates ko Sir Jojo tawag sakanya, edi Sir Jojo Sta. Rita nilagay ko. Nung una, ayoko siyang Math teacher kasi parang boring. Pero in the end, AYLABYOO SER!!! Pinakafavorite kong Math teacher siguro. Since Math isn't my best subject, and he's very kind when it comes to teaching and grading and pag hindi ko maintindihan. Hindi siya nakakatakot. Astig nga siya eh! Chaka SUPER sipag nito mga tshong, araw-araw nagco'commute from NOVALICHES QC to ALABANG! Chaka grabe talaga. My Math grades would have SUFFERED this year if not for him. San pa you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MISS TOLENTINO: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bat laging cool ang mga English teacher? One of my favorite teachers throughout the year, astig siya, pare. She took up MassCom but ended up as an English teacher. I enjoy Speakers of the Day because she ends up asking the most interesting questions. Mahilig din siya magkwento. And she's patient and kind and walang chiao-chiao sa buhay. Chiao-chiao. Alam mo yun, kaartehan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MISS MONREAL: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala, biglang nawala mid-year eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MISS LLORENTE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang pumalit kay Miss Monreal na 3rd year teacher, kaya kadalasan absent siya pag Wednesday, pero OK lang. Medyo may pagka-masungit, pero ayus din lang. Atleast may teacher kami sa PA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MISS AÑONUEVO: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahilig pagtripan ni Menandro. Hindi niya yata napapansin na kumakain kami pag class niya. Pero minsan nakikinig ako, wag ka. Sarap sana matulog, kung hindi lang ako kitang-kita eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MISS BRACAMONTE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biglang nawala due to an injury, God help her. Get well soon sana. Astig pa naman si Miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIR STA. JUANA: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK din 'to, astig. PE teacher ng boys, kaya wala ako masyado masabi. Nakakatawa. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIR MELVIN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasensya na, hindi ko maalala last name niya eh. Ok din lang. Astig kasi hindi siya nagbigay ng seating arrangement. Kami na bahala mag-arrange, basta dapat lagi kami andun. Si Sir Melvin maraming kilala sa mundo ng music. Lahat yata kilala niya e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MISS SHARON: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahal 'to ng buong batch. Masyadong mahal, hindi ko na nakakausap eh. Pero ok lang, let me battle my own war. Tough and straightforward. She gives you the shit, whether you like being told off or not. Hanep na GUIDANCE COUNSELOR, she guides you talaga, through and through. Masarap kausap, nakakatuwa pa! Sayang walang Guidance next year. Just when we need it the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY NAKALIMUTAN BA KO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe, nakakapagod pala 'to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-7653732499227563482?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7653732499227563482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=7653732499227563482' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/7653732499227563482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/7653732499227563482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/03/ily-27.html' title='ily 27.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-888220977667790577</id><published>2008-03-13T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T20:26:06.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tsssss...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Watching?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMERICAN IDOL's THEME THIS WEEK ROCKS MY KNEE-HIGH SOCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're doing the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lennon-McCartney songbook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVED LOVED LOVED &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;david cook&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;carly smithson's&lt;/span&gt; performance. WOOHOOOOOOO!!! Especially david's. Omygas. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eleanor Rigby&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should hear me gushing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be crazy, and woozy and high with whatever feeling I'm having...but what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never ever do anything life-changing with another person in mind. I do what I do for myself. And never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELSE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-888220977667790577?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/888220977667790577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=888220977667790577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/888220977667790577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/888220977667790577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/03/tsssss.html' title='tsssss...'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-3704342173572041652</id><published>2008-03-10T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:44:19.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>stupid post v2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let Your Lights Down Low - Bob Marley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i now officially love reggae. perfect chill-out music. i fell in love with this song the moment i heard its preview in iTunes.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Become 1- Spice Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(had a near-breakdown moment last night. i'm now listening to spice girls. comfort music ko 90's pop.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holler - Spice Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(this is my favorite Spice Girl song. :-)) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pump it Up - Elvis Costello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(oh yes now.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop - Spice Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i think its music video was the first i've ever seen. i remember it well. grabe. this song has the ability to perk me up. see. i now forgot my foul mood. :-) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a Wonderful World - Joey Ramone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(this cover ROCKS my socks.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Material Girl - Hilary Duff ft. Hayley Duff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(whatever. haha. i like this version LOL. bubblegum pop now!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo boy. What's it like to feel like world-class shite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 4 days till freedom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 1 day left to make it all last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so eager to go on vacation and do my own thing that I've forgotten to look at what I've had for the past school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten to think of my classmates and the people that have made this year stellar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to engrossed in my sea of projects, homeworks and personal problems that I've forgotten how the year has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've forgotten that I have a single day left to drown this all in. To smell the room in its cold glory, to memorize every single plane and wrinkle in the face of the guy that I...erm...like. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(now that is obsessive. but it's called hyperbole.)&lt;/span&gt; One single day to make my Sophomore Year last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had numerous pictures, numerous moments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow...it all feels so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kulang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm adjusting my nunga-nungas for battle. I'm going to make tomorrow last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to say sorry, say Hi to people I've never said hi to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. tomorrow's not our official last day, but we'd be too preoccupied with our final exams during the last three days of the school year to remember we won't be seeing each other the same way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Feck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just dawned on me that next year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends won't be my classmates anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angeli&lt;/span&gt;, my classmate in grade 3 won't be there. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barbie&lt;/span&gt;, who has been with me through grade 1 to now, except grades 3 and 5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angelique&lt;/span&gt;, who has been with me since grade 4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hazel&lt;/span&gt;, who has been with me since grade 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dana, who has been with me since grade 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's going out of my comfort zone, what I'm doing right now. Even if it's still within the safety confines of...ehrm... ehrm... PhySci, I wouldn't be having the more or less same classmates I've had since gradeschool. There'd be new faces, new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And holy hell, a mountain of trigo and geom problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose is bleeding just thinking of those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. Sino na kakausapin ko if I had a stupid joke in mind? What if Danton Carl and Aivi are placed in a far place? (posible pangang magkakasunod sila eh. cause danton's dizon, carl's calderon and aivi's carpio. C and D. pucha ako nasa dulo.) What if I have a difficulty in a problem and I'm not cool with my seatmate? PANO PAG WALA AKONG KOKOPYAHAN PAG QUIZ?! (i'm kidding. surprisingly, i don't do that...more often than not.) What ifff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*FREEZES*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Mother of Buwitres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyng. Inside joke between my brain and I. Whut. Don't mind me. Side effect 'to ng listening to bubblegum pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. I think it's going to be a new world next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I should be excited or scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeeeeck. Feeeeck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;konting tiis nalang and all these things would be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 months all mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-3704342173572041652?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3704342173572041652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=3704342173572041652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/3704342173572041652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/3704342173572041652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/03/stupid-post-v2.html' title='stupid post v2.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-2423311149988725289</id><published>2008-03-09T14:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T14:58:10.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid post</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love in This Club - Usher ft. Young Jeezy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(because Barbie commented on my iPod's lack of RnB tunes, I decided to consult iTunes. This is one of the top 5 hits of the moment, so I downloaded it. Didn't like it at first, but it grew on me. And I'm singing it. And I love the EY moments.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Island in the Sun - Weezer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(my sister had to sock me since she got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sawa &lt;/span&gt;to Love in this club)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a Wonderful World - Joey Ramone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(this is VICKY'S new favorite song.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search and Destroy - Iggy Pop and the Stooges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(70's punk now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderfulll wooorrrld. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my music buddy. I don't think I've found someone who likes the Ramones as much as I do, give or take...hmm.. 3 people who I can't even talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this one. I can probably talk to him, but I'm too shy to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hasn't checked his Friendster account in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he still likes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the Ramones&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he likes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elvis Costello&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does anyone out there like Elvis Costello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybodyyyyy???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does anyone know a good song by The Who besides Baba O'Reilly? &lt;/span&gt;'Cause I don't really like the beginning that much. It makes me ears bleed (ish). I'm kidding. After the beginning, everything is pretty decent, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EYNG. I'M TAKING A BREAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM THE 45 CERTIFICATES THAT I HAVE TO DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM THE 20 FRAMES OF ANIMATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM THE 6 FINAL EXAMINATIONS THAT I'D BE TAKING... 6 OUT OF 6, I FEAR THAT I WILL FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 OUT OF 6 I WILL DEFINITELY FAIL IF I DON'T STOP TALKING AND GET TO THE 45 CERTIFICATES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gerdammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**terminated**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**message will self-destroy in 5 seconds**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**5&lt;br /&gt;**4&lt;br /&gt;**3&lt;br /&gt;**2&lt;br /&gt;**...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-2423311149988725289?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/2423311149988725289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=2423311149988725289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/2423311149988725289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/2423311149988725289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/03/stupid-post.html' title='stupid post'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-4223036208307673694</id><published>2008-03-05T18:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T21:09:29.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish i didn't know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LSS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jackie is a puhnk, Judy is a ruhnt, they both went down Behrlihn to join the Ass Capahdss (Ice Capades) eyeahyee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Yellow Bricks - Arctic Monkeys (loves it. Although their songs tend to sound alike.)&lt;br /&gt;trying out Motion City Soundtrack (they sound emo. i'm eternally turned-off by emo bands, i don't even know why. but they're chill. i like Phantom Planet more,though.)&lt;br /&gt;One Ray of Sunlight - Phantom Planet&lt;br /&gt;Interstate Love Song - Stone the Pilots (yeheeey!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF is wrong with Blogger. I just clicked the Edit HTML tab and when I returned to the Compose tab,everything got messed up. So I returned to the Edit HTML tab and then back to the Compose tab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then everything was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incessant ranting about a boy ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to rant about a boy when a) he doesn't read your blog b) he doesn't know you. Nil chances of getting caught red-handed or anything. Not really nil. But there's 1% percent chance of him getting across this blog, but he won't even know that I'm talking about him. Or a kind person might point out that I'm ranting about him. But I don't think that person would know I'm ranting about this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY.SHIT. [disclaimer v2: about to continue the post then found out something shitty.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take up Structural Engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum, grandpa and I were talking about it on the dinner table kanina, and they mentioned the type of engineering that supervises the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pagkakabuo &lt;/span&gt;of buildings and stuff. And then my mum mentioned St. Peter's Basilica as an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then suddenly, I wanted to be a Structural Engineer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One glitch, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's under &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Civil Engineering&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy mother of buwitres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes with it. My brain goes with it. It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;f*cking FEELS RIGHT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-4223036208307673694?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4223036208307673694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=4223036208307673694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/4223036208307673694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/4223036208307673694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/03/lss-jackie-is-puhnk-judy-is-ruhnt-they.html' title='i wish i didn&apos;t know.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-8761241423453565102</id><published>2008-03-05T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:28:09.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>survey : List the Top 25 Overall Artists</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;List the Top 25 Overall Artists (in no particular order)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Ramones&lt;br&gt;2. The Beatles&lt;br&gt;3. The Clash&lt;br&gt;4. Smashing Pumpkins&lt;br&gt;5. Keane&lt;br&gt;6. Phantom Planet&lt;br&gt;7. Coldplay&lt;br&gt;8. Arctic Monkeys&lt;br&gt;9. The Sounds&lt;br&gt;10. Sonic Youth&lt;br&gt;11. Buckcherry&lt;br&gt;12. Coheed &amp; Cambria&lt;br&gt;13. Disturbed&lt;br&gt;14. Everclear&lt;br&gt;15. Ne-Yo&lt;br&gt;16. Chris Brown&lt;br&gt;17. Jet&lt;br&gt;18. Kanye West&lt;br&gt;19. Liz Phair&lt;br&gt;20. Maroon 5&lt;br&gt;21. Muse&lt;br&gt;22. Metallica&lt;br&gt;23. Snow Patrol&lt;br&gt;24. OK Go&lt;br&gt;25. Taking Back Sunday&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was the first song you ever heard by 6?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;Lonely Day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite album by 2?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite lyric that 1 has sung?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Not very sensible lyrics to be expected from the Ramones, pero they're so fun and easy to sing. So I sing them lagi.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Jackie is a puhnk, Judy is ruhnt, they both went down to Berlin to join the Ass Capahds"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Rock rock rock rock rock n roll haahskewwll"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"They forming in a straight line...they're going through a tight wind...blahblahblahblahBlitzkrieg bp" (they say it so snappily, you barely here the vowel in bop)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"hey ho, let's go. shoot 'em in the back now."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"twentytwentytwentyfour hours to go...i wanna be sedated"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and pinakafavorite...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"THE KKK TOOK MY BABY AWAYY THEY TOOK HER AWAAAY AWAAY FROM ME."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many times have you seen 11 live?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;fat chance. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite song by 7?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;The Scientist!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is a good memory you have involving 20?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;Marami. Gradeschool summer memories with Sunday Morning. incoming grade 4 (ata) summer memories with This Love and She Will Be Loved. Singing along to Won't Go Home Without You with Johan and Aivi and Zigmund(?). 2007 Summer memories with Makes Me Wonder. And that Airport dream.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is there a song by 3 that makes you sad?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;i don't think i've ever encountered a sad punk song. i think that's emo na.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite lyric that 14 has sung?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;"Please don't tell me everything is wonderful now."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite song by 19?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;Extraordinary. Everything to Me. Why Can't I?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;How did you first get into 22? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't know. Matagal na, I was into this experimental music phase, just picking up bands and songs and trying them out (still am). Ayun. Was wikipedia-ing a band which led to a link to Metallica's page. Yun. Started downloading. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was the first song you heard by 21?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;I think it was Starlight. Pero I'm not sure.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite song by 4?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;Perfect. :-P&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is a good memory you have involving 13?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;WALA. I usually only listen to this when a)i'm in a bad mood b)I'm feeling odd c)i'm bored d)wala lang. WHUT? Good memory. Probably bus memories. On the way home at 5:30 bus memories. Alone, thinking of someone.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is there a song by 23 that makes you sad?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;You Could be Happy. It made me cry once. Grabe. So sad. Pati Run. HAHAHA.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite album of 15?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;eyng. haven't tried out his album yet. baka sayang sa pera eh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite lyric that 9 has sung?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;"i've been dying to say this to you and i don't know what else to do. i've seen your fuckin attitude..." ego&lt;br&gt;"where empty words and worlds collide. it was my ego telling my why. i lied above you, regrets are useless" ego &lt;br&gt;"like the girls in suits and those pretty boys, i gave my heart to rock and roll" rock and roll&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite song by 8?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;When The Sun Goes Down ngayon. HAHA. Wala, I suddenly thought of it eh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many times have you seen 5 live?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;None. Nil. Zilch.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite album by 12?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth 3.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is a good memory you have involving 25?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;Marami-rami. MakeDamnSure. Yung Bagyo na super tagal na walang pasok. Anong bagyo nga ulit yun? Ayan. theme song ko yan nun. Good thing my iPod lasted. what else. Everything in Louder Now - Angsty days!!! HAHA. Slowdance on the Inside - not really a memory. Pero a music video flickers in my mind when I hear this song. A music video my mind conjured for that song. Most stuff in Where You Want to be summer tunes last '07.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was the first song you heard by 18?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;I forgot!!! Jesus Walks yata? Gold digger? HAHAH.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite song by 17?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;Rollover DJ. wala lang. it's a summer tune for me. hahahaha. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite album by 24?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;their latest one. :P hahahaha most of my favorite songs from them came from that album eh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many of your top 25 have you seen live?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;W A L A ! incu sana. kaya lang... nako. who will i go with? ne-yo sana kaya lang...wala. pffffft.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*cross posted from Multiply*&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-8761241423453565102?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/8761241423453565102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=8761241423453565102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/8761241423453565102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/8761241423453565102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/03/survey-list-top-25-overall-artists.html' title='survey : List the Top 25 Overall Artists'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-1432038791715228278</id><published>2008-03-05T16:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T17:21:40.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely Day - Phantom Planet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but it reminds me of my gradeschool days. Well of course, I heard it during my gradeschool days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/piA2xDVOAk/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/piA2xDVOAk/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I've known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just like old friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That lovers make amends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are reasons so unreal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't help but feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That something has been lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're just like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I promise we'll be perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangers down the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovers out of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories unwind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I still know who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I wonder who I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel, you know it's not the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll always be good friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letters have been sent on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always were so free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll see, I promise we'll be perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangers when we meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangers on the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovers walk asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know this has to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always were so free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We promised that we'd be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-1432038791715228278?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/1432038791715228278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=1432038791715228278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/1432038791715228278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/1432038791715228278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/03/listening-to-lonely-day-phantom-planet.html' title=''/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-5165080799289636215</id><published>2008-03-04T17:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T17:48:46.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>withdrawal symptoms</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles. Para I'll feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when my friends and I grow up we should all go and buy Beetles. The new ones. I'll go and get the apple green one. Or the yellow one. Or the red one. Wag lang black. Mukha siyang garapata.And then my friends and I can call ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drum roll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beetles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shite. I've been hanging out too much with the corny people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at it this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a diet. Starting out, I'm so darn sure I'd go through it and I'd lose all the weight. And then I see the glorious, massive bag of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLOVER CHIPS&lt;/span&gt; on the food cabinet. And it has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sour cream dip&lt;/span&gt; to go with it too! OHHHHHHHHHH the temptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I resisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm left with an awful feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO. NO. NO. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's not what's happening with me.&lt;/span&gt; I just used that to make you understand how bad I'm feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck. I feel like a shite. And I'm in a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shi cree withou a padd&lt;/span&gt; (notice the missing letters?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a girl in a white Ramones shirt at school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have died of jealousy. It was nice and in full-color. And nice. And nice. And nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-( And Angeli kept pointing it out. I wonder if the girl in the white shirt listens to the Ramones too. We'd make good buddies if she does. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHEENA.IS.A.PUNK.ROCKER.&lt;br /&gt;weeheeeeeee... Ang sarap kantahin ng kanta ng Ramones. Nothing high, nothing too low. Just right. And they're catchy. And the lyrics aren't hard to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was singing The KKK Took My Baby Away too much, Angeli pretty much knew that line of the song already. Eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about the old stuff. Walang nakakarelate. :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-5165080799289636215?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5165080799289636215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=5165080799289636215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/5165080799289636215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/5165080799289636215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/03/withdrawal-symptoms.html' title='withdrawal symptoms'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-7914583136848928733</id><published>2008-03-03T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T20:54:49.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>current state of affairs.</title><content type='html'>Grabe pala pag sobrang turn-off 'no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long, long time (we're counting years) can suddenly be turned to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...nought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanayan nalang, and we're ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people get upset if I don't comment kagad. Ata. I don't know. But if ever that some people do, don't get mad. tinatamad lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current state of affairs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;our filipino project is in shambles. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i've started to read slowly. or maybe it's because i'm not "hooked" yet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i slept at school for alteast 20 minutes (after i finished the diagnostic test)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm thinking of this guy who i think i like...but not really. i just like him because...wala lang. he amuses me. :-) but i don't like him with "intensity". &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;saw the prom pictures of dude #1. *whistles*. gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous. i hope i get over everything by prom time, or i'll be crying when someone dances with someone. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hm. i actually dislike talking about prom. parang anti-climax eh. i don't want anybody being disappointed. i like to talk about how i'll feel when...hmm... let's not talk about it nalang.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i feel stupid suddenly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i have the urge to go shopping. i have nil money. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i've noticed that i constantly need things. every week may bagong kailangan. i'm not talking about clothes. i'm talking about toiletries and school stuff. what's the rush anyway. in less than 2 weeks, school will be over anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want to be productive during the summer. and i will lose weight. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my peace is disturbed. i'm a hot mess.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"the best revenge is living well" - french proverb.&lt;/strong&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/8252871948642518843-7914583136848928733?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7914583136848928733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=7914583136848928733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/7914583136848928733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/7914583136848928733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/03/current-state-of-affairs.html' title='current state of affairs.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-432827562004774847</id><published>2008-03-01T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T21:56:18.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soundtrack of my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eww. how psychotic is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiiit. Ang hirap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;My Own Movie's Soundtrack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Opening credits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Le Disko - Shiny Toy Guns.&lt;/span&gt; Para masaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Waking up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here Comes the Sun - The Beatles.&lt;/span&gt; It's so bright and sunny! Or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brighter than Sunshine - Aqualung&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Average day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All the Small Things - Blink 182 &lt;/span&gt;(para kahit average, may spunk.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;First date:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Can't Buy Me Love - The Beatles. KIDDING. hahaha. Depende kung saan yung date. And it depends on what we're doing. DEPENDE SA SCENE. Shet. I'm too...imaginative. Kung something wild, like running around or whatever, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blitzkrieg Bop - The Ramones&lt;/span&gt; (labo eh.) or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Tomorrow - Orson&lt;/span&gt;. If something like a walk in the park,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Don't Get Me Wrong - The Pretenders&lt;/span&gt;. Or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One Look - Kjwan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Falling in love:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Accidentally in Love - Counting Crows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Love scene:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Wait. What kind of love scene are we talking about here? If we're talking about a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; scene, edi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black Magic Woman - Carlos Santana&lt;/span&gt;. Pero if it's something more...ehr... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;prude-ish and innocent and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHOLESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, edi... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superstar - Sonic Youth&lt;/span&gt; (ne?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that sucks. Wala namang wholesome na love scene, and we know what the survey is talking about anyway. So let's settle for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black Magic Woman - Carlos Santana&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Fight scene: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enter Sandman - Metallica&lt;/span&gt;. Or... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Pretender - Foo Fighters&lt;/span&gt;.Or... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vindicated - Dashboard Confessional&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHAHAH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Breaking up:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Ending - Mika.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Could Be Happy - Snow Patrol.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ego - The Sounds. &lt;/span&gt;(kung medyo in-your face. haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Getting back together:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Baduy. May getting back together. What kind of movie is this? HAHAH. Well anyways. Walang magandang getting back together music. Yung sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Sims nalang. Everytime they kiss and then there's this background music... &lt;/span&gt;Yun nalang. Cheesy music for a cheesy scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Secret love: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Secret Love - Jojo. &lt;/span&gt;Di bagay. HAHAH. Probably &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perfect - Smashing Pumpkins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Life's okay:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He Said, She Said - Ashley Tisdale. I'm kidding. I'm kidding. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Day in The Life - The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Mental breakdown: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes. &lt;/span&gt;Hahaha. or&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Tears Don't Fall - Bullet For My Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Driving: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drive - Incubus? &lt;/span&gt;Nge. Uhm... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anything by Keane.&lt;/span&gt; Or... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strawberry Fields Forever. Octupus' Garden. Drive My Car.&lt;/span&gt; All by the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beatles. &lt;/span&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Learning a lesson:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What kind of lesson? Academic lesson? A life lesson? More probably a life lesson. Hmmm. It depends on how I learned it. Like...sometimes it just whacks me in the head. Sometimes someone has to tell me. When it whacks me in the head... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frustrated Unnoticed - Damone&lt;/span&gt; (kahit hindi bagay yung lyrics.). If someone tells me... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything - Buckcherry. AH! It's Far Better to Learn - Saosin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I Can Tell (piano version) - Saosin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;[CHECK IT OUT ON YOUTUBE. IT'S FREAKING AWESOME. :))]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Deep thought: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meaning of Life - Disturbed. &lt;/span&gt;Hahaha. Something mellow. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1234 - Feist&lt;/span&gt;. Or. Ewan. depends on what I'm thinking of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Flashback:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hmmm. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walang Kasing Sarap - Brownman Revival.&lt;/span&gt; HAHAA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Partying: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOW - Flo Rida ft. T-pain&lt;/span&gt;. or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tokyo Drift - Teriyaki Boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy dance:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Accidentally in Love&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do What You Want - OK Go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Regretting: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pucha ang hirap naman. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boulders - New Found Glory&lt;/span&gt;. or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New American Classic - Taking Back Sunday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Long night alone: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The KKK Took My Baby Away - Ramones.&lt;/span&gt; Para masaya. I can just imagine the scene o. Me eating and hoarding all the food while in front of the TV. Doing the randomest things (cartwheeling and stuff) and then sa dulo, when the drums and the guitars close the song, it'll show me sleeping, face up, eagle-spread on the bed. Snoring. Diba? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Death scene: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Depends on how I die. Kung brutal (either by accident/bullet/pain/sickness) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slither - Velvet Revolver&lt;/span&gt;. Kung medyo peaceful... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disarm - Smashing Pumpkins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Closing credits: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bonus Mosh Pt. 2 - Taking Back Sunday. :0 &lt;/span&gt;or... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dancing in the Moonlight - Toploader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANDS DOWN, the hardest survey I ever took. And I'd bet I'll be changing my mind, and then I'll be posting with final answers altogether. :)&lt;br /&gt;&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/8252871948642518843-432827562004774847?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/432827562004774847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=432827562004774847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/432827562004774847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/432827562004774847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/03/soundtrack-of-my-life.html' title='soundtrack of my life.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-6123482955117109019</id><published>2008-02-29T17:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T18:05:19.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>naiirita ako.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Watching?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A local teen flick starring &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jodi Sta. Maria, Patrick Garcia, Judy Ann Santos, Piolo Pascual, Baron Geisler, Alessandra de Rossi, Diether Ocampo, Onemig Bondoc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at kung sino-sino pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ba halata na hindi ko alam yung title nung movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh bat ba. Mukhang maganda siya eh. Nakakatawa. Yung naabutan kong eksena caught-in-the-act si Jodi and si Patrick na may...ginagawang...kababalaghan. Well hindi naman. Pero halos ganon narin ang daloy nung kuwento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay punyeta. Tapos na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mukha pa namang maganda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Badtriiiip.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Naiinis ako ngayon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unang una&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, ang pinakaayoko sa lahat ay ang &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nagmumukhang tanga...at pinagmumukhang tanga.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Buwisit. Alam kong hindi ako tanga. Oo, inaamin ko, marami na akong mababaw at hindi mababaw na katangahan, pero gusto ko ako lang ang makakapansin non. Ako makakapansin, ako ang makakapagsabi sa sarili ko na mukha akong tanga. O nagmukha akong tanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pangalawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;napakaingay ng section na katabi namin kanina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Nag'd'diagnostic test kami, tas sila nagsisigawan. Parang kinakatay. Mawalang-galang na ho ah. Hindi naman namin kasalanan kung wala kayong pakialam sa Diagnostic tests niyo eh. Tanginang nerd na kung nerd. Nakaka-offend, nakaka-bastos, nakakahilo. Nagbabasa ako ng isang seleksyon sa Filipino exam na hindi ko maintindihan kasi nadidistract ako. Tapos sasabayan pa ng mga magiting kong kaklase. Siyempre patatahimikin ko sila. Siyempre hindi sila nakikinig. Kaya sa dulo, maingay kaming lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pangatlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, unti-unti nang dumadami ang &lt;strong&gt;tarantado&lt;/strong&gt; sa eskwelahan namin. Mga punyetang tarantadong walang magawa sa buhay. Barilin ko kayo eh. Ekstinct esfeyshees (extinct species) na yata ang mga magagalang na binata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pangapat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, napakainga ng mga busmate kong 1st year &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(AT HINDI KO SINASABI TO DAHIL FRESHMEN SILA. sigawan ka ba naman sa tenga eh.).&lt;/span&gt; Bigla ba namang sumigaw ng "TRAFFFIIIIC" pagkakita ng buhol-buhol na sitwasyon ng mga kotse sa labas ng aming eskwelahan dala ng iginaganap na &lt;strong&gt;From&lt;/strong&gt;. From. &lt;strong&gt;Hindi Prom&lt;/strong&gt;. From. Nakakabalahaw naman talaga ang boses ng katabi ko. Ang sakit sa tenga. Naka-iPod na ako ng ganyang lagay. Kaya pala napagalitan yung section niya kanina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos sabi nung driver na magbayad raw kami ng P5 tig-isa para makadaan sa &lt;em&gt;Friendship Route.&lt;/em&gt; Kasi nga yung traffic. Mga anak ng putakte. Limang piso nalang ayaw pa magbayad. Nagbayad na raw sila. Sabi ko sainyo ayokong pinagmumukha akong tanga. Ayoko talaga. Kahit ganong kababaw. Sarap pababain eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Panglima,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kagabi lang, suka ako nang suka. Kadiri. Pero totoo. Hindi ko alam kung bakit. Bigla lang akong nagising ng mga 10 ng gabi, ang sama sama sama ng pakiramdam ko. Hindi ko ma'describe yung pakiramdam. Basta kahindik-hindik siya. Parang hang-over. Kahit di ko alam kung ano ang pakiramdam ng hang-over. Pero ano ba. Talagang ang pangit nung pakiramdam. Parang masakit yung ulo na nahihilo na nasusuka. Sinubukan kong sumuka pero walang lumalabas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya-maya, napahiga ako sa (anong tagalog ng lap?) lap ng nanay ko na lumabas ng kuwarto para malaman kung ano ang meron sakin. Kinuha niya yung basurahan. Pagkaupo ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Ayun. Makikita mo yung Halaan (clams) at Galunggong na kinain ko nung gabing iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadiri. Dyowk lang yun. Pero nasuka na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinainom niya ako ng tsaa pati tubig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinuka ko rin yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinakain niya ako ng skyflakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinuka ko rin yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero OK na ako ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naiinis lang ako kasi bibihira ako mag-enjoy ng seafood tapos isusuka ko pa maya-maya. Sinisikap ko talagang i-enjoy ang seafood kasi yung mga kaibigan ko mahilig. Yung kras ko hindi ko alam kung mahilig, pero siguro mahilig siya. Tsaka hindi naman pwede na mapili ako sa pagkain,diba? Kaya sinisikap ko na mahiligan ang seafood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos isusuka ko rin. Pwe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pang-anim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; From ngayon sa school. From. Hindi Prom. Nakakabanas kasi ang gwapo-gwapo ng kras (si dude #1) ko pati nung gelplen niya. Oo, gwapo rin yung gelplen niya. Joke lang. Ang ganda-ganda niya. Ang ganda ganda nila tignan. Nakakabanas kasi alam ko sa From (Hindi Prom.) ko next year hindi ganun. Kasi alam kong kahit kailan, hindi kami magiging ganun ng kras ko na isa...pati yung isa pa. Kasi yung isa...nasa kolehiyo na. Yung isa naman...eh mas matanda sakin. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;At tutal, extinct na rin sa eskwelahan namin ang desenteng, gwapong, mas matangkad sakin, hindi pat-patin, marunong manamit, magalang at pinakaimportante: available na binata na ka-edad ko, kaya hindi ko rin maaasahan yung mga yon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Ang sweet sweet nilang dalawa, lalanggamin na sila. Tapos ang ganda-ganda nila tignan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naiinggit ako. :-( Kelan kaya matutuloy ang From dream ko? Dalawang taon nalang ang nalalabi sa high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pang-pito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Gutom na ako.&lt;/strong&gt; Kaya ako naiinis. Sabi ko sa nanay ko huwag siya bumili ng junk food para tumigil na ako sa kakakain. Eh malas ko, may junk food sa school. Iskwa-skwa naman o. Kaya walang junk food sa bahay ngayon. Kailangan ko ng sugar para mabuhay. Parang awa niyo na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pang-walo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Kahit gaano ko lokohin ang sarili ko... tarantado parin ang tarantado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakapanibago't nagtagalog ako ano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh kasi sabi nila nosebleed raw blog ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko namang isipin nilang conya ako't hindi marunong magtagalog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang walang kwenta naman kung blog ako ng blog hindi naman naiintindihan ng mga kababayan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano daw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala ako sa mood na magreply sa mga tag at comment niyo. Baka sungitan ko lang kayo eh. Iniisip ko lang ang mga kapakanan niyo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-6123482955117109019?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/6123482955117109019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=6123482955117109019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/6123482955117109019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/6123482955117109019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/02/naiirita-ako.html' title='naiirita ako.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-158731422547190253</id><published>2008-02-27T22:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T23:02:36.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things that I find myself missing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feedback - Janet Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(okay. she might be a teenie weenie bit older than my mom, and her earlier music was better, but i like this one. it's dance-y. and catchy. the video is a complete freakshow, though. what the hell is her ASIAN PERSUASION?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walang Kasing Sarap - Brownman Revival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i like them. reggae is a tough genre, and they have it in the bag. they're probably the only OPM band that I like. but the video is...shite. what the hell is that?  a freaking KNORR commercial? 'di pa marunong umarte yung girls. sorry. haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Song - Sara Bareilles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(the non-acoustic version is weird, but i like it. not much of an acoustic person anyways.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that I'm not much of a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colbie Calliat person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody bostok (That's Vladivostok. WHUT.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself making lists and lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things I Miss:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. The every-weekend-north-mall-trips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this point in time, we used to go to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Powerplant&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all the time. Lalo na Powerplant. And &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I miss GB because...I have no idea. I just miss the restos and the cafe. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Click Five memories&lt;/span&gt; haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is ditzy, pero I really do miss the malls. I don't know. Maybe it's because I see the randomest people at the oddest of places (MOA, holy freaking hell.), or maybe it's because the shops are better there. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zara MOA&lt;/span&gt; is a dream. And the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dorothy Perkins/TopShop at Powerplant&lt;/span&gt;. Hmm. The former and the latter are a tip away from outbalancing each other on the balancing scale. (eyng?) And &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serendra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I haven't been there in a while. HUHUHUHU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a reason why we're not doing these trips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) because we're saving up. we're having our house fixed during the summer.&lt;br /&gt;b) everyone's busy.&lt;br /&gt;c) to resist temptation! :-) it's simply painful when you find something you INSANELY want and not buy it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...oh wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HAVE MONEY I EARNED! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Gradeschool days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself missing my gradeschool days every now and then simply because things were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUCH MUCH&lt;/span&gt; simpler back then. So simpler that we seek to complicate them to give the illusion that we're "mature". I mean the teachers were nicer, they didn't give shit if you're noisy (well they do. they just don't blow their top off very often 'cause we're in a open wing.), and I didn't have to study for the freaking examinations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala pang cliques, wala pang cool. Walang stereotypes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heat. I don't think I freaking miss the heat. 'Cause the thought of last summer's heat is just...wow. Freaky deaky. I just miss the time I had in my hands. My "me" time. My "contemplating" me time. My "summer cleaning" time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us to missing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. THE BEACH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a beach person until I figured out that I was. Shemay. I want to hit the beach and the sand and I want to be somewhere tahimik. Not as noisy as Bora or Galera. Shet. Punta Fuegoooooooo :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. My baby cousins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am desperate for family and relatives. I really really am. I'm really, insanely jealous of the people who're really tight with their cousins. 1st cousins? 2nd cousins? Don't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my two adorable baby cousins. I'd bet that when I finally grow up and have my own job and stuff, I'd be doting on the both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although in line with the traditions...They're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ate &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuya  &lt;/span&gt;to me. Explanation: There's this odd tradition that once siblings produce offsprings, the offspring of the eldest sibling gets to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ate &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuya &lt;/span&gt;and is held in higher regard...regardless of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my baby cousin &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gaia&lt;/span&gt; and I will hit it off. I swear. She's a clothes person. She likes bauble and color. She LOVED LOVED LOVED the pink bag that I picked up for her for Christmas. Vicky couldn't be any prouder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matty&lt;/span&gt;? The insatiably adorable and naughty Matteo? Chiara and he will hit it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but wonder what it will be like when we grow older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God forbid things get awkward. Shet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're going here for Christmas!!! (I think.) WAHHHHH. Can't can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. 2006 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the best summer ever. The two people who made that summer...I miss so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first person (God forbid I mention.) doesn't have to be missed in a...ehr.."romantic" way. I just miss the companionship and the laughs. And the late-night talks. And... hmm... I just miss the "friendship". Same thing with second person,actually. Do I dare reveal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course not! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things change noh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 was also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;London year&lt;/span&gt;. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I get back there, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROMISE&lt;/span&gt; that I'll have better clothes, less weight and better hair. What did I know, I was 12 years old! Grabe. My face was awful. Shit. I should have hid in my awful gray hoodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Football.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foot in mouth. I hate myself. T_T I miss the game, even if I sucked. The morning trainings. The friends. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. First year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;First year in HS the bomb. First time everything! And Miss Marcos is a lot of fun. The College Rooms. I miss those. Section 16, I miss the 50% classmates that we lost! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Although I Love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a better person. I believe that. I don't blow my top as often. I joke more. I'm happier. Stress-free. I make decisions on my own. I'm more understanding. I have better clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I still have a lot of growing up to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. My lovelife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OY KELAN PA??? HAHAHA. No, seriously. One simple commitment to something makes a world of difference. 2 vs 2! (what am i talking about?) I'm not committed to someone, I'm committed to a promise. To myself. So I'd be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. My friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best, the close and the acquaintances. I love them all. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. My section. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O-hah?! 27 the bomb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. My new habits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in SAVING habits. I get frustrated when I only save 5 pesos a day. San ka pa? Wala akong baon nang ganyang lagay, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please visit my newly-updated friendster. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.tinypic.com/29qlk7s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shameless plugging. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-158731422547190253?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/158731422547190253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=158731422547190253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/158731422547190253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/158731422547190253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/02/things-that-i-find-myself-missing.html' title='things that I find myself missing.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i32.tinypic.com/29qlk7s_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-1930093695860319873</id><published>2008-02-27T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T19:28:11.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on links, Bob Ong and...idiotnosity?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Certain Romance - Arctic Monkeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(favorite part ko dito yung beginning. the drums and the guitars.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Song - Sara Bareilles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm thinking of changing my link. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know what it's gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thinks hard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AFTER&lt;/span&gt; I do Angeli's layout and my mom's. And then I could make me a new one [a layout].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe yung kay Angeli last last year pa yata hindi ko pa nagagawa. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started reading &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bob Ong&lt;/span&gt; books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always knew I'll like them, I just didn't know why I didn't start reading them until now. Waaay back, I didn't understand what went on and such. Wow. I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; dim? Grabe. Haha. Tagalog nga hindi pa maka-register sa utak ko. Hahah! Conyang-conya eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm reading &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stainless Longganisa&lt;/span&gt;, borrowed from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Benedict&lt;/span&gt;, a classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which. There's kind of a reading revolution at our class. The girls started to read &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julia Quinn's Bridgerton series&lt;/span&gt; (it's incessantly addictive) and then the boys (give or take 2 girls) are reading &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bob Ong's books&lt;/span&gt;. And then everyone else is just reading&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; their own thing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatuwa. :-) It's nice to see that people appreciate the books that you read. Hell, it's nicer to see that people like to read. I don't know. It's always "uncommon" to find someone who likes to read out of our class. Wala, feeling kasi nila gawaing nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas maganda naman yata maging nerd kesa bobo, ano?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I get bashed in the girls' toilets for actually targeting for the bull's eye (on account of the previous statement. Yes, the one just before the asterisks.), I'll go back to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bob Ong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a book version of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pugad Baboy&lt;/span&gt;. To me, ha. Well they differ in terms of targeting public and political figures (straight to the point ang Pugad Baboy.) and of course, Pugad Baboy is kind of a graphic novel in a sense na, so it has characters and settings and permanent fixtures. Yung kay Bob Ong, parang blog na ginawang libro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero they both comfort me in a sense. I don't know how or why, they just do. And they both make me laugh. And they both make me think. And then they make me laugh again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're the type of books you'd want to read again and again, just because they're not serious, nobody gets heartbroken...and they're a lot of fun.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Fun &lt;/span&gt;with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ny&lt;/span&gt;. WHUUUT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things are funnier in Tagalog.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badtrip lang, I forgot the book that I borrowed. rawr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-1930093695860319873?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/1930093695860319873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=1930093695860319873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/1930093695860319873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/1930093695860319873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/02/on-links-bob-ong-andidiotnosity.html' title='on links, Bob Ong and...idiotnosity?'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-705950606618709073</id><published>2008-02-26T18:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T19:01:46.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things people should know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Watching?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MTV (Love Song's on. Cool video. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have my digicam back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeeeers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all the gorgeous people who tagged and commented. I'd return your comments/tags soon. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things people should know: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Other people &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;absolutely &lt;/span&gt;hate misers. (Bloody hell.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you want people to be in your life, you have to let them in.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This sounds really basic, but some people really need to be reminded of this. Especially this one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're not alone, you just think you are. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Looks deceive. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some people aren't who you think they are. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is ditzy, but I felt like saying it out to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, how stupid is this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear. Actually announcing it might actually jinx and mess things up for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. I've actually booted crushes # 1,2 and 3. They are now replaced by crushes # 4 and 5, who used to lag behind crushes 123, but since 123 suck...of course they are now replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bilis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crushes 1 and 2&lt;/span&gt; aren't doing it for me anymore. Excuse me, parang ang close namin eh. LOL. But really. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crush number 3&lt;/span&gt;? Wala lang. Let's just say... I can't say much since he didn't have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUCH&lt;/span&gt; blogtime compared to crush 1 and 2... Well... I've outgrown him. I've become &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pragmatic and rational&lt;/span&gt; (it could be beneficial rin pala.) and I guess that... the spark is undeniable, and I'm still not used to un-liking him...pero it's a start. It's a step forward. And some things...you just gotta do. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You gotta do what you gotta do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;crush number 4&lt;/span&gt;. Huh. He's one year older than I am and he's a freaking musician. I liked him cause he used to sport the Beatles hair. During their early days. HAHAHAHA. No. Wala lang. I just like him. No one really knows that I like him, gave or take 2 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crush number 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHAH. Another &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something of a someone&lt;/span&gt; from 123. He's mighty older than I am, he's in college now attending one of those elite universities...and let's just say he's smart. Insanely smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaborate...Laterr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-705950606618709073?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/705950606618709073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=705950606618709073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/705950606618709073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/705950606618709073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/02/things-people-should-know.html' title='things people should know.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-2369258047365274907</id><published>2008-02-25T08:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T08:55:09.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Things You Probably Didn't Know About Vicky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone Else But You - The Moldy Peaches / Michael Cera&amp;amp;Ellen Page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(dalawang version eh. hahaha. it's a sweet song. besides, it was featured in JUNO.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Certain Romance - Arctic Monkeys&lt;br /&gt;Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(peyborit! :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Madonna - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(lady madonna, children at your feet. i wonder how manage how to make ends meet. :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saccharine Smile - Donots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(drummania love. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Watching?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Break-up @ HBO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(well, my sister is. i occasionally glance and get updated. that movie has the ugliest ending ever.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am in huge trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What what what what have I done???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously. I'm not saying that for you to pity me (there are a surprising number of people who actually do that) but I'm stuck in a rut, and I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain has gone to a party and took my heart with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to think with and feel with now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 Things You Probably didn't know about Vicky:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. She's nocturnal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably due to the weird wiring of my weird body clock, I feel most creative, most productive, most at-ease during the night. I study the best at night, clean the best at night and make the good stuff at night. But of course I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEED&lt;/span&gt; to sleep at night, given the fact that I have to go to school the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. I clean to get my thoughts organized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clean my stuff in order to create the illusion that atleast &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; part of my life is in order. Not my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; not&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; not my&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;so-called non-existent lurrve life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he things on my table, on my vanity and my closet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;are the ones getting the organized treatment. (eyng?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. I like old school stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't read the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Listening To&lt;/span&gt; part of almost every post...then I would like to let you know that I like old things. I just realized.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Pop art&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(andy warhol, anyone?)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vintage Cars&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i wanna &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mustang&lt;/span&gt; so bad)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Old School music&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(the clash =P)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Historical Romances&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(julia quinn now.)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Vintage Stuff&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(hahah shades circa 70s. :P ) &lt;/span&gt;and of course... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Old School movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. I like old school, local, teen movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, kahit hindi local. Basta old-school teen movies. The old-school teen movie part...well I've known it since I started craving for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Molly Ringwald&lt;/span&gt; movies. And hello, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Grease Lightning&lt;/span&gt; anybody?&lt;br /&gt;   And then the local part...Well I just discovered when I was channel-surfing one night, and then I saw Aga &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(howdahelldoyouspellhissurname?) &lt;/span&gt;and his dudes doing their thing and then suddenly I craved watching their movies too.&lt;br /&gt;      The operative adjective here is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;OLD SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;Ayoko ng new school teen movies&lt;/span&gt;, lalo na yung local. At least back then: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a) gwapo naman talaga yung actors&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;b) MARUNONG SILA UMARTE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;eh now the new actors brought in can't even act to save their lives. grabe. At least there are a select few who are exceptions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Sometimes, I'm a shy person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOMETIMES&lt;/span&gt; is the operative word here. Of course you don't see my shy side. Most of you have known me for years, or have probably watched me laugh my ass out from afar. No one will believe me kasi ang INGAY INGAY ko. But I really am a shy person at times, lalo na kapag bago lang. But if I feel like I can trip and jam and whatever with the new kids, edi I'd easily shed the shy persona fast. But really. I'm a shy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tumatawa na sila sa likod.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-2369258047365274907?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/2369258047365274907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=2369258047365274907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/2369258047365274907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/2369258047365274907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/02/5-things-you-probably-didnt-know-about.html' title='5 Things You Probably Didn&apos;t Know About Vicky.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-4122842680994234141</id><published>2008-02-22T17:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T19:12:59.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beatles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>substantiated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/R76k88FmuZI/AAAAAAAAALE/TwysqxQZYAQ/s1600-h/brooklyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/R76k88FmuZI/AAAAAAAAALE/TwysqxQZYAQ/s320/brooklyn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169750789096651154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a crappy attempt. but wasn't in the right mood to think of anything out-of-the-box anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Megalomaniac's &lt;/span&gt;video on MTV the other day. It's graphic perfection. Shet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drive's &lt;/span&gt;video on MTV as well. Probably the nth time I've seen it, pero I still watch it. It's insanely nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Incubus.&lt;/span&gt; Oh no, I'm becoming a fan! HAHA. Should start uploading that Incubus CD that we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/R76n6MFmuaI/AAAAAAAAALM/erXgqIE4oo4/s1600-h/John_Lennon_vectors_by_choffman36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/R76n6MFmuaI/AAAAAAAAALM/erXgqIE4oo4/s320/John_Lennon_vectors_by_choffman36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169754040386894242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY SHITE. Another good example of graphic perfection. Not exactly your biggest &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lennon&lt;/span&gt; fan (I'm more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;McCartney&lt;/span&gt;, 'cause he's cuter during their early days. HAHAHAH. And&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Starr&lt;/span&gt;. Starr is da bomb! I loved the drums at the beginning of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GET BACK!&lt;/span&gt;) but wow. Wow. One of the reasons why I want to become a graphic designer. Masterpieces like this. Shiiitee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just met the coolest girl in the whole universe today (next to Maja Ivarsson, of course.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY SHE'S COOL: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1)She owns an SLR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A freaking SLR. SLRs that a) cost a lot of money b) demand much money for maintenance and additional stuff c) I COVET SO BADLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it helps that she takes INSANELY GOOD PICTURES with it too. Grabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) Similarities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the same taste in music. Same interests. More or less same taste in clothes.  Whuddahell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) The eye candy doesn't hurt either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kahit sabi ni Camille hindi siya gwapo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) She's not maarte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a guy, and she were my age, and she were available, I would like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl who's smart, pretty and with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUBSTANCE&lt;/span&gt;. SUBSTANCE that is very much lacking these days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheers to girls with substance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-4122842680994234141?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4122842680994234141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=4122842680994234141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/4122842680994234141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/4122842680994234141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/02/listening-to-seven-nation-army-white.html' title='substantiated.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/R76k88FmuZI/AAAAAAAAALE/TwysqxQZYAQ/s72-c/brooklyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-4872475436895868073</id><published>2008-02-21T16:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T16:27:19.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh no.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause Iiii love the way you say good morning. :)&lt;/span&gt; (I heard it from one of ETC's commercials.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Topic-appropriate songs: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of You - Ne-Yo &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ay grabe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realize - Colbie Calliat &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i know puro nalang REALIZE maririnig mo, but yeah. the lyrics hit the target)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect - Smashing Pumpkins &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I want to cry. :'( )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Song By The Spice Girls Whose Lyrics Are Put Below: Too Much Ba Title Nun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Too much of something is just as tough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NO OH NO OH NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to like someone too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it's possible, what kind of question is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agggggh. I don't like how I'm feeling anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it feels so GOOOOD. But I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss sooooo much things, and I just can't freaking live in NOW. Now, when all I have is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;How can you live in the present when all you have is nothing? Going back would lose you nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's what I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just painful how you have all those hopes and dreams and you know that in the future, you won't share it with that person. Just because. It's annoying and it's painful and if I think of things from that point of view, I won't have anything to think of at night, or during Filipino time (haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean why can't I ever have a decent love life? Even my younger sister has a lovelife (even if she kind of shuns the dude. but a lover is a lover.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course. Love can wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang, I just want to know how it feels like at this point in time. But I believe that someday...I'm going to SCORE! HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang dali sabihin para sa iba, naexperience na nila eh. Tsk. Playing with things that are NOT toys.&lt;br /&gt;That is beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang. I'm just feeling sucky. 'Cause &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dude # 1&lt;/span&gt;'s leaving (but he has a girlfriend anyways), and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dude # 2&lt;/span&gt;'s leaving, and like HELL, I do not want to be left with&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; dude # 3&lt;/span&gt;! I need to be DIVERTED! This is NOT HEALTHY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need to take up sewing to get distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is definitely procrastination because I have two more exams tomorrow, God help me: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Social Studies&lt;/span&gt;. Freaking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;taxonomy&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;legacies&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;imperialism &lt;/span&gt;and whatnots. Whaddahell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I saw a girl at the library today, and she had the COOLEST camera at hand. It was SLR and it was making funny clicky sounds when you click the shutter button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lovelovelove it and I wantwantwant one.&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/8252871948642518843-4872475436895868073?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4872475436895868073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=4872475436895868073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/4872475436895868073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/4872475436895868073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-no.html' title='oh no.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-4700612052560770243</id><published>2008-02-18T22:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T22:12:43.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5000</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've had 5000 hits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5000 freaking hits, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the hell did that come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me. When I keep on viewing my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thanks to everyone who drops by constantly. Especially THOSE WHO DON'T LET ME KNOW THAT THEY DROP BY. Stalker-ish niyo ha. Freaky deaky. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know you love me. HAHAHAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still. 5000. wow. I've never imagined in my whole lifetime I'd reach 5000 hits. Dati nga dinaya ko pa yun para maging 1000. And then I got 5 times more of that without doing anything &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(besides refreshing the page when viewing a change, or a new layout, or a new link, or a new post.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FANKS, DARLINGS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-4700612052560770243?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4700612052560770243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=4700612052560770243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/4700612052560770243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/4700612052560770243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/02/5000.html' title='5000'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-5501134336550680148</id><published>2008-02-18T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T22:06:58.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sailing on a shi cree withou a padd</title><content type='html'>Darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you come to wave me off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And leave me sailing on my own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hit the fast forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit the rewind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're never on time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never on the same line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling Darling Darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been too long,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a really sad and pathetic attempt to write a decent piece of poetry. Mind you, that was... a) on-the-spot b) something that was initially meant to be a letter, but evolved into a poem instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it though. It's like an inside joke between me...and...ehr...me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are really not who you used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You haven't changed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lately just realized that I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am &lt;/span&gt;a sadist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I click on links I should never even risk clicking &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(even if there aren't any...ehr...*banned* content in it. no,you PERV. i'm not talking about porn!)&lt;/span&gt;. I go to pages I shouldn't even go to. And I listen to gossip I should never even believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm probably the most pessimistic optimist on the planet. I'm a stickler &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(is there such a word?)&lt;/span&gt; for expecting the worst,so that if ever the worst happens...a) i'm prepared and b) it wasn't as if i didn't expect it. and if ever that the opposite happens...a) there's twice the joy and b) there's twice the joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing to prove my sadism is that I actually am quite drawn into taking the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eng/Archi&lt;/span&gt; career track because I think I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am &lt;/span&gt;going to take &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Industrial Management Engineering&lt;/span&gt;. Or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Management Engineering&lt;/span&gt;. Whatever's on that note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eng/Archi&lt;/span&gt; is the hardest career track. It involves making scale models of things and calculating the whole width and breadth of the whole field and HELL it involves a LOT of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MATH and PHYSICS.&lt;/span&gt; I dislike &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt;. I'm more of a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt; person. Well atleast back in 1st year. I got higher grades in Physics, but I enjoyed Chemistry more. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides. I now believe that I have good potential and foundation to be a Math genius &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I did get a perfect score in our quiz kanina. This is not gloating. This is false gloating. EVERYONE got a perfect score. But atleast I didn't have difficulty obtaining the answers, devah??? Wtf am I talking about. I'm such a fat loser.)&lt;/span&gt; provided that I work really really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh. Tamad ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm scared outta my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to doooooooooooooooooo?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides. Taking PhySci is like...having my lovelife personified go in front of a truck load of shit and just stayed there, unblinking, waiting for the truck to crush it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY? you ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHUT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what's wrong when you have a blog, you're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lantad, &lt;/span&gt;and you actually NEVER learn to keep your own secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap gumamit ng codename. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should let you know that I have this crazy, psycho comfort-thing that I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once this blog whom I really liked to read a lot. And she now stopped blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to comfort myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read her past posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell do I know. It comforts me in an odd, strange way. I don't even try to understand the workings of my mind, and I encourage you to do the same. No one understands me. It's not an emo thing to say. No one really does. 'Cause I'm odd. I'm a freaking oddball. Heck, I can't even understand myself sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-5501134336550680148?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5501134336550680148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=5501134336550680148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/5501134336550680148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/5501134336550680148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/02/sailing-on-shi-cree-withou-padd.html' title='sailing on a shi cree withou a padd'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-8637070404694847795</id><published>2008-02-18T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T18:13:01.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we were merely freshmen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freshmen - The Verve Pipe&lt;br /&gt;Anyone But You - The Moldy Peaches&lt;br /&gt;Love Song - Sara Bareilles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the life of me I cannot remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the life of me I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;We were merely freshmen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how we're guilt stricken sobbin' with our heads on the floor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We fell through the ice when we tried not to slip, we'd say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't be held responsible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause she was touching her face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; And I won't be held responsible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; She fell in love in the first place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We sure are cute for two ugly people&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So why can't, you forgive me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I learned the hard way&lt;br /&gt;That they all say things you want to hear&lt;br /&gt;And my heavy heart sinks deep down under you and&lt;br /&gt;Your twisted words,&lt;br /&gt;Your help just hurts&lt;br /&gt;You are not what I thought you were&lt;br /&gt;Hello to high and dry&lt;br /&gt;Convinced me to please you&lt;br /&gt;Made me think that I need this too&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to let you hear me as I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you a love song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well aren't we a bit sentimental today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Not really. I just really really love these songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES ANYONE KNOW WHAT SONG THE BAND PLAYED IN THE SPLASH PARTY THINGY AS AQUAMARINE AND RAYMUND DANCED IN THE MOVIE AQUAMARINE? The one that went..."yeah,yeah". Cause I couldn't find it in the soundtrack list. And I couldn't understand the lyrics, so I can't possibly Google them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow. I just realized I had a different version of "those" days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a ultra-high sungit mode, and anyone in my way is prone to a) berating b) telling off c) cursing d) all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reminded everyone I'll be having a bad day, so I'm excused...I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaaaahhh. I feel like one shiteload of shite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-8637070404694847795?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/8637070404694847795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=8637070404694847795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/8637070404694847795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/8637070404694847795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-were-merely-freshmen.html' title='we were merely freshmen.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-109985045602412527</id><published>2008-02-15T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T23:08:03.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>burn in hell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;(it's playing in my head)&lt;br&gt;Hold it Don't Drop It - Jennifer Lopez&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Watching:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KC Concepcion &lt;/span&gt; on MMK.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;***&lt;br&gt;Some people just deserve to be in hell and burn.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;***&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wow. I'm scared out of my wits right now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What if I lose my mom?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh my God. I am so paranoid.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't think I want to know what it feels like to have everything taken away from you in one swift motion.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And to feel the guilt and pain of actually being implicitly blamed for the death of your dad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Shite.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't want to know, and I never want to know.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'd rather have a shitty lovelife.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But I want a nice one still.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But you can't have everything... where will you put it?  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-109985045602412527?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/109985045602412527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=109985045602412527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/109985045602412527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/109985045602412527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/02/burn-in-hell.html' title='burn in hell.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-6799033358288234573</id><published>2008-02-12T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T22:13:39.285+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='those days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>those days (and more)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why Can't I? - Liz Phair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wonderful - Everclear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why can't i breathe whenever I think about you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was very close to having one of &lt;em&gt;those days &lt;/em&gt;awhile ago. You know, those days when you just feel like shite from the very moment you woke up from bed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I certainly felt like shite the moment I got up from bed. My head pounded like tiny little devils were trying to get out of it. Of course, this was not because of a hang over, but simply because I slept at 2 am, doing our Biology project (who knew that would take insane amounts of time?). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow, I'll never ever sleep at that time again. Not when I have to wake up 3 hours later. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then I come to school, routinely (although I'm starting to abhor routines) and we also had our morning assembly at the &lt;strong&gt;field. &lt;/strong&gt;Oh wait, WHAT FIELD? I thought fields were supposed to be green. Ours on the other hand is...well, brown. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since the students weren't used to the new arrangement, we were having a hard time adjusting and then suddenly our section got wedged between sections 26 and 28, and I was seriously having a hard time breathing...and I became dizzy. I hate crowds. I really do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As if that was enough to put me off, my PMS just jumpstarted today (oh heck, it's INSANELY late, it's not even post-m... anymore.) so I started getting annoyed at the petty things in life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But y'know what?? I got over it. I put it behind me and just said&lt;em&gt;..."Nothing's going to ruin my day." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And nothing did. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well something almost did, but that is besides the point. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aren't you proud of me? I'm not the &lt;strong&gt;super-sungit moodswinger&lt;/strong&gt; anymore! :) Although I still am &lt;strong&gt;mataray&lt;/strong&gt;, that's a given. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ohhh dear I am stuck between Eng/Archi and Business/Entrep. Oh dear. It sounds insanely odd, but I think I'm going to take up &lt;strong&gt;Industrial Management Engineering &lt;/strong&gt;when I go to college. I mean it is a stable course, and it still has the management part. Besides, it's rare that my mom "suggests" when it comes to making my decisions on this area, so I really want to listen to her. She followed her dad when she was in my place and look where it got her. She's a successful woman now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And she's insanely hardworking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I...on the other hand...well, on selected moments (hey, I stayed up to 2 am for that Bio project. that's hardworking. or maybe it just took me a lot of time because I was procrastinatin.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I'm scared to death about the Math in Eng/Archi. I think I could do it...it just scares the heck outta me. HAHA. IF they have CAD there though, that'll be insanely cool. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's ironic how I'll practically be an &lt;strong&gt;engineer&lt;/strong&gt; when it's one thing I &lt;strong&gt;NEVER EVER&lt;/strong&gt; wanted to be. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and besides, I have to think about my classmates next year. If I do Business, I'd probably get my classmates who chose Business and a few other people. If I do PhySci, well I'll be getting the insanely insane math geniuses and then some [hubby carl and his honey! :)) and then daddy. =P ] so that's gotta be a lot of fun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One friend who took up PhySci just adviced me to enjoy if ever that I do choose that track.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heck, I'm good at enjoying even the insanely boring stuff. :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While at the shower &lt;em&gt;kanina&lt;/em&gt;, I was thinking about how photography makes me happy. Sure, it kinda wreaks when you don't get lots of pictures with people, but come to think of it...yeah. I'm usually the behind-the-scenes person eh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh I want an &lt;strong&gt;SLR &lt;/strong&gt;so bad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I want a &lt;strong&gt;MacBook&lt;/strong&gt; first, still. I want the white one. It reminds me of my &lt;strong&gt;VTech&lt;/strong&gt; days. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay. That's it. &lt;em&gt;Marco&lt;/em&gt;'s with someone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which leaves me with...&lt;em&gt;Dodon&lt;/em&gt;g.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dodong :)) I don't even like him anymore. It's like,napipilitan lang ako, hindi ko naman alam kung bakit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh wait. Meron pang isa! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's &lt;em&gt;Argo&lt;/em&gt;. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ooooh, &lt;em&gt;somethings &lt;/em&gt;of &lt;em&gt;someones. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Malapit na ang &lt;strong&gt;Valentine's Day!&lt;/strong&gt; Makakaya ko naman kaya? For sure the day will be showered with sweetness all over. And according to my calculations (oh what the hell), Thursday is my bad luck day. Unless tomorrow becomes a bad luck day, so maybe my good luck will be moved to Thursday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wala lang, it's just so sad thinking everyone's getting something and I'm not getting any.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I'm not bitter or anything, it's not in my nature to be bitter. Wala lang talaga, it just made me think. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah shite, my past two valentine days have been sucky. Sana naman this year will be different, 'no?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ohwell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Advanced...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY, everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-6799033358288234573?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/6799033358288234573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=6799033358288234573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/6799033358288234573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/6799033358288234573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/02/those-days-and-more.html' title='those days (and more)'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-3055842205157596660</id><published>2008-02-11T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T16:55:47.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quickie'/><title type='text'>a quickie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave Before the Lights Come On - Arctic Monkeys (their live version's great. I almost always don't like listening to live versions of stuff. But they're really good live. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brianstorm - Arctic Monkeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biology &lt;/span&gt;project requires us to gather pictures of our "evolution". So I titter-totter to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Picture City &lt;/span&gt;and have my pictures printed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy hell, pictures are so much nicer when they're on print. Wala lang, I haven't seen printed pictures in years. You know, proper pictures. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang, I think it's nice when it's just there and you can see it the whole time and it's tangible and stuff. :) I hope somebody gets me a Sony printer someday. So that I could always print my shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now resolve to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always print pictures.&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/8252871948642518843-3055842205157596660?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3055842205157596660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=3055842205157596660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/3055842205157596660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/3055842205157596660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/02/quickie.html' title='a quickie.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-313807348274272911</id><published>2008-02-08T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T23:37:39.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ano ba yan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the camper velorium ii: the backend of forever - coheed &amp;amp; cambria&lt;br /&gt;(i missed their sound. :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngayon ko lang nalaman na marami palang tao sa congreso na hindi alam ang ginagawa nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panginoon, tulungan niyo po sila. At ang mga taong pinamumunuhan nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basahin niyo yung post ko sa baba. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-313807348274272911?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/313807348274272911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=313807348274272911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/313807348274272911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/313807348274272911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/02/ano-ba-yan.html' title='ano ba yan!'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-7106824050229716569</id><published>2008-02-08T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T23:33:57.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stuff'/><title type='text'>grades+politics+photoshop+friends+whistling = randomnosities</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for once? nothing. my day's been noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Watching?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videojug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got our cards today. Great grades except for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Math&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shite. What a downer. Ah well. I wasn't enjoying it at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know America's a great country and it's not at the same time. It's great because it's huge and powerful and it's where most things originate. Bands, brands, labels whatever. It's great because it's the land flowing of milk and honey, a place for opportunities. It's not because they waged war against Iraq causing lives of many people and they're insane commericalists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really. I'm jealous of that country, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You heard of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barack Obama&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hilary Clinton&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan ang mga politikong kailangan ng bansang to. Dedicated people. They're both running for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Democratic &lt;/span&gt;party (tingnan mo. bilang na bilang lang parties nila. apat ata? republicans, democrats, libertarians, greens and socialists. the better known people are the republicans and the democrats. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if a party can have two running candidates, but if that was allowed, these two totally deserve a spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both signify change. Kelan kaya tayo makakakuha nun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF &lt;/span&gt;Obama is elected, he will be the first ever black president. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF &lt;/span&gt;Clinton is elected, she will be the first woman president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San ka pa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay nako. I'm starting to lose hope on our politicians. Oo, ganun ako ka'delusional noon. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just sad. I mean, kanina, I was watching TV, and I was thinking...if I became a politician, what will I resolve first? Anong ip'prioritze kong project? Kasi diba, parang sabay-sabay, ang dami-dami, tapos wala pang pera! Wow. Eh asan yung pera? Ayon, hanapin mo sa mga branded na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ferragamo &lt;/span&gt;wallet ng mga nakaupo sa puwesto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I don't know that much, pero I'd really like to think everyone out there is just there to get money (so sorry.) Fine. Kung meron man talagang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bukal &lt;/span&gt;sa kalooban ang pagtakbo...bilang na. At hindi pa natin alam kung sino sila. Ewan ko. Nakakaiyak ang estado ng ating bansa ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainiiiisss. ="(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away kayo ng away, paalis nang paalis. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Importante ba talaga yung position kung nasan kayo?&lt;/span&gt; Do what you can with what you have. Does it matter kung speaker of the house ka, or senator or whatever? Everyone is capable of change, even I am. So does power really matter? Position?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako magtataka kung mukha talagang kayong mga t*r*nt*d*ng naghahakot ng pera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga buwisiiiit. Agh. I now know why my blog idols are losing faith in you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko pa umasa sa presidente natin. Oo, masarap na siya paalisin. Pero we need the time that she has left. Pag napaalis yan, GULO nanaman aabutin. May bagong malalagay sa upuan. Marami nanamang away, maraming magc'complain. Just...stop freaking fighting and help your drying country, for God's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maganda, masarap yung feeling at nakakatuwa when EDSA 1 happened. Same thing I guess with EDSA 2. Pero 3? Hindi ko na yata kaya. Magmumukha lang tayong mga batang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brat. &lt;/span&gt;Pag ayaw, paaalisin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I know, election nanaman. Puro pangako. mga T*ng*n*ng pangakong NAKAKAPAGOD NA. ayoko na. Nagugulat pa kayo nauubos na mga tao dito sa Pilipinas. Mga walang hiya kayo. &gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess part of the blame goes to the Filipinos. We are responsible for voting. Democracy nga eh, di naman ginagamit. Hindi pwedeng dun tayo sa sikat, dun sa mahilig mamigay ng groceries. Dun tayo sa taong matatag, magaling at matalino...sa bukal ang kalooban, sa ginintuan ang puso (wtf.). Pag ganyan ang naupo, balang araw, kayo na bibili ng sarili niyong groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will look forward to the day when the Philippines will rise once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p.s. hmm. i still think there are a selected few who know what they're doing out there. no guarantee they're not stealing, though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haay this is getting all too tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p.p.s.s. oo nga the country deserves to know how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cong. nograles&lt;/span&gt; plans to do his job. he's now the newly-elected speaker of the house. he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;the 4th highest-ranking officer in the country, after all. in fact, this dude is practically invisible. i don't even know him! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have to know what the ZTE Broadband deal was about after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just needed to know why JDV was ousted from his position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take it from there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now just discovered the roundabouts of CS2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can now do gradients and animate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the pen tool left, and I'm all set on getting used to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; CS2&lt;/span&gt; (I'm a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PhotoElements&lt;/span&gt; baby kasi. we have it easier there. a bit easier, I guess.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty excited about the pen tool and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, YouTube is getting pretty handy to me when it comes to tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different set of friends came over today. By different, I meant not the usuals (angeli, angelique hazel and barbie). Had carl jp madz yani johan over today. JP Madz Johan and Yani have been here before. So Carl's pretty much a noob to our 'habits' (like the joining of hands during prayer before eating.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off with having Yani over, since we had to do our project. And then I asked Hazel and Madz to come over, since it's kind of lonely kung kaming dalawa lang. And then suddenly Hazel wasn't allowed to go. And then suddenly, later on, I was texted by Carl that he would come over. Okay. So the house was up and about until 9:30 when they all left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, no pictures. Was having too much fun viewing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Multiplys&lt;/span&gt; (oh shet. HAHA. hahahahah hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. another rite of passage @ vicky's place.) and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Videojugs&lt;/span&gt;. :) I was having too much fun to even remember &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had a camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i now know how to whistle. &lt;/span&gt; even the infamous cat-call whistle i could do (done when a BABE passes by.) magawa nga yun pag dumaan si &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;case number 1&lt;/span&gt;. eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngayon the only thing I have to learn is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to whistle with a tune.&lt;br /&gt;how to whistle with my fingers (i know how. i just have to practice!!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woo. cheers to my whistling career!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-7106824050229716569?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7106824050229716569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=7106824050229716569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/7106824050229716569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/7106824050229716569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-random-stuff.html' title='grades+politics+photoshop+friends+whistling = randomnosities'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-505535772553713151</id><published>2008-02-06T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:55:39.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a smitten kitten over two blitzens.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le Disko - Shiny Toy Guns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm warning you, this might be a ditzy post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed so much &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kanina, &lt;/span&gt;I think I'm having a laughing withdrawal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had someone make me sigh that way. In fact, I've never sighed subconsciously over a guy in my whole entire life, I think. And then really, we all just stood there, watching the slow-mo action thing going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember my &lt;a href="http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/02/cases-in-point.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;case in point # 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The dude with the girlfriend? The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something &lt;/span&gt;of a certain  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone? &lt;/span&gt;Well the dude became a babe. He had a few things changed with his look (I'm not saying what. It's probably WAAAY to obvious if I said what he did. Okay fine. He changed his hair. I'm not saying what he did. HAHAHAHAH.) and then he IMMEDIATELY looked like a whole new person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it also helps that he's graduated from his rugged-ish,rockstar style. Okay, so he's still quite that, but he's kind of moved up to the next level. Much more a rockstar. Oh yeah. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you an idea of what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characters: &lt;/span&gt;Angeli, Angelique, Vicky and Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Setting: &lt;/span&gt;in the middle of the whole students' lounge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scene: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby's crush passed by, so she and Angeli squealed.&lt;br /&gt;I and Angelique on the other hand, got surprised so we squealed too (imagine the noise that created)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then what happens is that we actually get entangled with each other, resulting with me, holding Angeli's shoulder, my face over her shoulder, her face quite over mine and Angelique just there in the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where Abby went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given our entanglement, we were laughing and stuff. And then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was looking over his shoulder (so his face was facing the other way.), with a bag over his shoulder, smiling. And then he looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the three of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angelique: &lt;/span&gt;ooohh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angeli: &lt;/span&gt;*gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vicky: &lt;/span&gt;"haaaay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously. I sighed and went like.."haaay". Sabay pa kami ni Angeli. I can't quite remember Angelique's sound, but it wasn't a sigh/gasp. It was some kind of high-pitched sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows how odd that looked. Us practically ogling that dude out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we all zoomed back to reality. And we all couldn't believe how we reacted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Because before, they wouldn't even think that this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dude &lt;/span&gt;is remotely cute.&lt;br /&gt;2) We've never reacted that way before.&lt;br /&gt;3) We didn't know we were reacting that way until we zoomed back to reality. It was a subconscious kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the story didn't end there. We had to spread the word (to Erika and Hazel...) and then Angeli and I just had to have second servings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uhm, excuse me. You took my breath away. Can you please give it back? &lt;/span&gt;(magandang pick up line yan.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went where we thought he went (to the gym)...But alas, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;babe &lt;/span&gt;wasn't there. We saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marco &lt;/span&gt;playing basketball there though. In fact, I was ALMOST hit by the ball. Eh mabuti nalang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suwabe &lt;/span&gt;ako (whut.). I basically just ducked when the ball came my way. Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. No babe there. So we went back. (Angelique and Hazel didn't come with us. They claimed the gym was too far to go for someone who took your breath away.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back, we were caught by two excited girls practically bobbing up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know who they saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we talked to them...and then suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelique just flailed her arms and Hazel just stood still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we all know who they saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned my back and I was blown away for the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank GOD HE was at the student's lounge UNTIL we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine. Unadulterated viewing of a certified &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;babe. &lt;/span&gt;A babe na hindi mayabang, hindi alam na babe siya, hindi malaki ulo at mukhang mabait. Charming and swabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can you ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, since we were at the student's lounge at the usual 16 tambayan. And of course the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boys &lt;/span&gt;were there. and OF COURSE they were wondering who we were drooling over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shite. I think they KNOW who we're drooling over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE don't tell. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it'll be embarrassing if the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;babe &lt;/span&gt;actually reads this? It's not that my blog is insanely popular or anything, but we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are &lt;/span&gt;connected after all. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;of this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;babe &lt;/span&gt;is...well... Hahahaha. Let's just say this person (the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;) knows this blog. And this person &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PROBABLY &lt;/span&gt; knows who I'm talking about. Or maybe this person doesn't. This person probably thinks I still like the guy I used to like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;babe &lt;/span&gt;should be thankful that other people admire him...besides his girlfriend. And we mean no harm. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a smitten kitten over two blitzens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More smitten to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;babe &lt;/span&gt;than the other, of course. Oh no, three blitzens pala! But let's not talk about Marco for now. Hahaha. So the other blitzen who I've never talked about in here. The poor dude. Tsk. Never given the limelight. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like you but I don't want to. :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-505535772553713151?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/505535772553713151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=505535772553713151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/505535772553713151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/505535772553713151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-smitten-kitten-over-two-blitzens.html' title='i&apos;m a smitten kitten over two blitzens.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-659103277933845821</id><published>2008-02-05T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:08:20.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mr. guidicelli?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I Like About You - The Romantics&lt;br /&gt;(didn't know it was done by the romantics until I Wikipedia-d it. when i downloaded it kasi, it said it was by the ramones.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you seen &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;matteo guidicelli&lt;/span&gt; at kung fu kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our househelper was watching, so without anything better to do, I joined her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mighty heyll, I have something to watch for every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not quite a good actor, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not much into actors anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH woooooooooooooooooowzeee wow wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-659103277933845821?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/659103277933845821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=659103277933845821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/659103277933845821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/659103277933845821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/02/mr-guidicelli.html' title='mr. guidicelli?'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-7505686600878133856</id><published>2008-02-05T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T21:31:45.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>outreach talk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The KKK Took My Baby Away - Ramones&lt;br /&gt;Because of You - Ne-Yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/R6hgO-suyuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ub4RT4Kn8L0/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/R6hgO-suyuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ub4RT4Kn8L0/s320/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163482783245322978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pictures &lt;a href="http://strangenbeautiful.multiply.com/photos/album/39/outreach_la_huerta_elementary_school_over_at_pque."&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of creativity. Wasn't in the mood for some serious photoshopping. And yes, like i've said in my multiply...and I can't quite put my finger into it... I don't want to talk about the outreach. No, like hell, it's not that I didn't enjoy it or anything. But there's a positive reason behind my non-talking about it. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so bitin. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so maybe it's tiring to talk about everything that happened during the outreach. So I'll give you the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;post-it &lt;/span&gt;version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus ride to La Huerta together with some CIC Volunteers. Aircon broke down, had to stop every few minutes or so to un-heat the over-heated bus. Or so i think. Picture pictures. Arrived there and taught. Three subjects, two sections. Reading, Math and PE. Section 6 and 7, grade 4. Reading taught first in section 7, Math first in section 6. And then Reading in section 6, PE in section 7. And then ran out of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredibly pooped the moment I sat down on my seat in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how tiring, I still enjoyed. I enjoyed a lot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, another story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;little grade 1 girl&lt;/span&gt; peeking out of the door, checking out all the commotions and what nots. I noticed this little kid and immediately went to her. First she was shy, so I asked her name and stuff. When I finally found out she was in grade one (she responded "7" when I asked what grade she belonged to. Not much of an idiot to realize she meant she was 7 years old and therefore in grade 1), I asked her why she was there. She didn't answer. So I gave her a choco drink instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I preferred to teach the grade 1 kids (not that I didn't like to teach the grade 4 ones. they're smart and behaved and participative and simply just amazing in almost every sense of the word.)...because they are a) much more cuter (with the implication that CUTE = SMALL) b) they're much more endearing c) they're innocent. so you probably won't expect bad fingers and curses thrown on your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. It was fun :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now THAT was a ditzy post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back when feeling more creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty obvious my mind's a mess, yeah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-7505686600878133856?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7505686600878133856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=7505686600878133856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/7505686600878133856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/7505686600878133856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/02/outreach-talk.html' title='outreach talk.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/R6hgO-suyuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ub4RT4Kn8L0/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-4174876555361939216</id><published>2008-02-04T17:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T17:33:32.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>absolute insanity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter Sandman - Metallica (needs some desperate calming down.)&lt;br /&gt;Because of You - Ne-Yo (why the hell am i even listening to this at this point in time?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nerves are frazzled and I AM SO FREAKING ANXIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And confused.Now Angeli wants to go to PhySci, and I'm like, there's nothing wrong with that. I just don't want it to seem that I'm tagging her along everywhere she goes. I mean I practically am, but it's only because I'm looking for a friend to be with. And I don't want to make her feel like...weird or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what. Major Foot in Mouth disease thing going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's absolutely no wrong with switching to PhySci, I mean I'd rather have a hard time than be in a class with people who absolutely have no shit to give with whatever we're doing. And besides I'm a huge environment person. I adapt easily. So if ever that I adapt to their non-caring ways...well. Bye-bye, honors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay naman naman naman. At this point in time, I just long to belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shite. What am I going to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY why WHY oh why do I like making things difficult for me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiiiiiiiiite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I think I'm afraid to be happy. Whenever I get too happy, something bad always happens." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- charlie brown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, the wisdom of comic book characters. they just say the right things at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish life were a comic book. Things are much easier there. Things are limited to a few dialogues per panel, a few plots per comic. Pag tapos na, tapos na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I ask you, WHAT KIND OF RATIONALE is that??? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I sort my mind out by tomorrow morning. I have some kids to teach. Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love teaching and all that. It's something natural to me. And I love kids. Oh, I really really love kids. Even naughty ones. But I find it hard to take in charge when your mind isn't even sorted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm still a kid!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-4174876555361939216?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4174876555361939216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=4174876555361939216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/4174876555361939216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/4174876555361939216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/02/absolute-insanity.html' title='absolute insanity.'/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-3798197082960848916</id><published>2008-02-03T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T20:04:51.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blitzkrieg Bop - Ramones (meron na akong isa pang favorite band!!! i'm going to save up for that CD, no matter what. or maybe i'll just borrow. whatever. i'm still saving up for that navy blue version of my Mushroom Zara Jacket.)&lt;br /&gt;Rock N' Roll High School - Ramones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shite. I forgot kung sino makakasama ko sa Entrep. Masyado akong kampante that I'll be classmates with my 27 mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I gotten myself into?!?!?!?!?!? :)) :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaah, this panicking is overrated. I'm a tough bitch. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252871948642518843-3798197082960848916?l=wonderbebbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3798197082960848916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252871948642518843&amp;postID=3798197082960848916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/3798197082960848916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252871948642518843/posts/default/3798197082960848916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderbebbles.blogspot.com/2008/02/listening-to-blitzkrieg-bop-ramones.html' title=''/><author><name>beekeetot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03155061509485137061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bRjJvIoQuM0/SCqH2fssr7I/AAAAAAAAALY/zDhYqbcvUJc/S220/DSC07062edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252871948642518843.post-6489424390327197350</id><published>2008-02-03T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T17:23:55.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>business and entrepreneurship</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't She Lovely? - Stevie Wonder (does not fit the anxious mood, but I'm listening to it anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, we had "&lt;em&gt;the most important one-fourth sheet of paper in *possibly* our whole lifetime.&lt;/em&gt;" Shocked at the sudden timing, it all came unexpected. We saw it coming, but we never thought it would come too soon. Some people were left gaping with indecision,a select few were sure of what to put. And then there were the people like me...who just had their mouths open and their brains' gears moving overtime. My problem was...I didn't know what I wanted in life. Or maybe I did, I'm just too chicken to go somewhere &lt;strong&gt;completely &lt;/strong&gt;beyond me. The others &lt;em&gt;knew &lt;/em&gt;what they wanted, but their parents didn't want the same. Which I guess, is much harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, everyone had to make decisions. Kahit kinopya (Hello Jiggy. Ay ako rin pala &lt;em&gt;halos &lt;/em&gt;kumopya. Heehee.), kahit hindi . And somehow, in the future, we have to learn how to pay the consequences of our decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bloody hell, I am scared out of my wits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my classmates want to be &lt;strong&gt;Doctors. &lt;/strong&gt;A number want to be &lt;strong&gt;Engineers. &lt;/strong&gt;A few want to be &lt;strong&gt;Lawyers. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako, tanungin mo kung ano gusto ko maging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a f*cking &lt;strong&gt;CEO&lt;/strong&gt;, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you can't be a CEO in &lt;strong&gt;Medical Science&lt;/strong&gt;. Nor can you be a CEO in &lt;strong&gt;Engineering and Architecture&lt;/strong&gt;. The same goes with &lt;strong&gt;Arts and Letters&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So look where I've landed. Where I've never even thought I'd land before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Business and Entrepreneurship. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*collective gasping*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Vicky, Entrep? Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing how in our school, the so-called "gifted" (oh, i am using this word with much caution.) people typically fall under MedSci and PhySci (since they're the harder career tracks). But not me. I don't think I'd ever be a doctor, and like hell, I don't see myself doing numbers my whole entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in all fairness, I had an INSANELY hard time deciding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since my dear dear friend &lt;a href="http://iamunwritten10.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angeli&lt;/a&gt; is on the same boat as I am, she paddled the shit creek with me. We were "practically" on the same track, even if we didn't want the same things. Hell, she's probably the only person more confused than I am. (I mean that in the nicest way possible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So here's WHY I crossed out the 3 other career tracks as my Top 1. and WHY I even considered them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Medical Science. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, EVERYONE is in here. Atleast a good 75% of our class will be going here. Ahh, the future doctors and nurses of our generation. Dapat may discount ako sainyo pag nagkasakit ako, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second of all, well, I don't think I would mind very much if I had to memorize TONS of things and a MASS of requirements, as long as my friends are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, well, I want to know what I'll be missing out on. Malay mo, medicine is for me pala, I just didn't realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;REJECTED because: &lt;/em&gt;Well, I just don't th
