<?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-7686330179951632033</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:27:50.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolates and Paracetamols</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is but a bittersweet cycle.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ink monstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818413751655046880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTRpVeQMNI/AAAAAAAAADI/qZQN8WQJt4M/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686330179951632033.post-8135086278186422640</id><published>2008-12-24T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T02:47:30.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANGE IS CONSTANT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SVEtnbYMtgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vYCGol3Q5DY/s1600-h/1_989870220l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SVEtnbYMtgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vYCGol3Q5DY/s320/1_989870220l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283053993269704194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So, it's been, what? Almost a month since I updated my blog. And it's almost dead. Nobody visits here anymore (sob)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for slacking off (again). It's just that I have been pretty busy lately, it almost made me forget that I own a Blogger site. Haha. Anyway, I miss posting whatnots here. Not writing has been pushing me to insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing my cousin's Friendster account when I realized that she has already gone to the US with her family without having a chance to see or even speak with each other before they took off. I know it was partly my fault because she has been inviting me to go out since forever but like I said, life's been pretty hectic that time that I swore off going out and chilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was looking at her photos with her friends, I can't help but reminisce those times when we're thisclose to each other. When we were kids, it had always been us; playmates, partners in crime, chatmate, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best friends&lt;/span&gt;. Though we occassionally see each other, we grew up together. Distance did not stop us from communicating and catching up. We shared secrets, stories, tears, laughter, sorrow, and joy. I have always treated her just like my own sister, and always looked forward to the next day that we'll be seeing each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as time flew, we slowly drifted apart for no apparent reason. I have the idea that change is to blame but it's not really the culprit since it is the only thing that's constant in this world. I think we didn't even realize it, it just...happened. I've never really given this much thought until today. So many moments were wasted, as well as time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me sad when I think of how it used to be just us. The previous years were nothing as compared to the more previous years we shared together. It's very sad. And I miss her. I miss everything about her and what we used to do together but I can't really do anything because we have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;changed&lt;/span&gt;. Change is a powerful thing; it transforms anything or anyone it can without our permission. And when we realize what change has brought us, it leaves us no choice but to just accept it and live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686330179951632033-8135086278186422640?l=tintangmasarap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/feeds/8135086278186422640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686330179951632033&amp;postID=8135086278186422640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/8135086278186422640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/8135086278186422640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/2008/12/change-is-constant.html' title='CHANGE IS CONSTANT.'/><author><name>ink monstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818413751655046880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTRpVeQMNI/AAAAAAAAADI/qZQN8WQJt4M/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SVEtnbYMtgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vYCGol3Q5DY/s72-c/1_989870220l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686330179951632033.post-8652868233277867282</id><published>2008-11-26T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T23:42:03.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWILIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SS1rLLYIFqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hNXPJiwBZjU/s1600-h/1_626663148l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SS1rLLYIFqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hNXPJiwBZjU/s320/1_626663148l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272988578497435298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally got the chance to see Twilight on the big screen and I will be giving my informal movie review. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be perfectly honest, I was kind of disappointed because there were several errors and the kilig factor was not given much attention. It mainly focused on the story itself, not on the cheesiness of Bella and Edward. Haha. Then again, I loved it. I LOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the actors did not give justice to their roles. Robert Pattinson, who played Edward Cullen, totally justified the character's physique but not the character/attitude. Kristen Stewart played the role just okay, I think. She was not exactly like Bella Swan in the movie but I like how she played the role. Less needy and less aggressive unlike in the novel. I love Ashley Greene as Alice Cullen. She played the role perfectly. Too bad her lines and scenes were limited. But we'll be expecting more from her in the following movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although they made the movie quite differently from the novel, they are excused. Well, that's how it's supposed to be, right? The movie does not exactly resemble the scenes in the book. And besides, the essence of the story was there. That's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the millions they made for Twilight, I am expecting more from New Moon. I hope they would make it tons better. On second thought, I think they should save up half the money they made for the final saga, Breaking Dawn. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long as the movie exists in the cinemas, I will see it all over no matter how many times. My money is worth it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686330179951632033-8652868233277867282?l=tintangmasarap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/feeds/8652868233277867282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686330179951632033&amp;postID=8652868233277867282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/8652868233277867282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/8652868233277867282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='TWILIGHT'/><author><name>ink monstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818413751655046880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTRpVeQMNI/AAAAAAAAADI/qZQN8WQJt4M/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SS1rLLYIFqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hNXPJiwBZjU/s72-c/1_626663148l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686330179951632033.post-8735533686594351084</id><published>2008-11-09T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:39:18.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSYBUSYBUSYBEE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SRb0BC4gF9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/TAwG0PBVykQ/s1600-h/513155e9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SRb0BC4gF9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/TAwG0PBVykQ/s320/513155e9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266665113047275474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I know, I know. It's been quite a while since I last blogged. I didn't even find time to blog about my 18th birthday (which was, believe me, totally insignificant). It just seemed like my creative juices have run dry and I am somewhat just preoccupied with reading, swooning and obsessing about  the Twilight saga. Okay, blame Edward Cullen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not surprising, really. I actually fell in love with the books and Edward kind of late. But then, I am addicted to it. Haha. I couldn't even find the right words to describe how I feel about the books and Edward. Amazing would be an understatement because it's way beyond that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mouth only speaks of how excited, addicted, and in love I am with Edward and the books. Gah. Okay. I'm blabbing too much. Haha. PLEASE DO WATCH THE MOVIE ON THE 26th! Twilight has to earn $150, 000, 000 to be able to release the second book, New Moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a hard time dealing with the fact that Edward Cullen is a fictional character. How I wish he were real. I wouldn't mind being a vampire that instant if he falls in love with me. Right. As if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686330179951632033-8735533686594351084?l=tintangmasarap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/feeds/8735533686594351084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686330179951632033&amp;postID=8735533686594351084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/8735533686594351084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/8735533686594351084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/2008/11/busybusybusybee.html' title='BUSYBUSYBUSYBEE.'/><author><name>ink monstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818413751655046880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTRpVeQMNI/AAAAAAAAADI/qZQN8WQJt4M/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SRb0BC4gF9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/TAwG0PBVykQ/s72-c/513155e9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686330179951632033.post-2363581644415841089</id><published>2008-10-27T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:34:18.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A MAKEUP REALIZATION.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SQXUHoWhxBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/xWoNRurubKY/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SQXUHoWhxBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/xWoNRurubKY/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261844967208371218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Loose powder, hair polish, eyelash curler, mascara, lip&amp;amp;cheek stain, and lip gloss -- these beauty products are my favorite essentials. The wonders it did to my face has lifted up my self-esteem and self-confidence. These are only makeup tools, you might say. But these played quite a remarkable role in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a particular ex-boyfriend replaced me for someone very beautiful, I was devastated. I could only think about what she has that I don't have. I started comparing myself to her until it came to a point where I was almost imitating her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her face was always made up. She has blush on, lipstick, and curled eyelashes with mascara. While me, on the other hand, relies only on loose powder. I wasn't really a fan of wearing makeup. Don't get me wrong, though; I think makeup is one of the most significant inventions of science. But for me, I believe that simplicity is beauty. And I used to believe that my ex loved that kind of simplicity that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to show my ex that I could be as beautiful as her, I started buying makeup to (hopefully) match her pretty face. Since then, I never leave the house without a touch of mascara, eyelash curler, lip&amp;amp;cheek stain, and lip gloss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was over him for over a year now. But it was only then that a realization struck me:&lt;br /&gt;Why am I still wearing makeup when there isn't a competition anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a wonderful boyfriend who loves me no matter how I look. He appreciates me with or without makeup, and with or without vanity. My friends and my family like me better without makeup, and still the same as when I put those products on my face. After that enlightenment, I limited my use of makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really embarrassing to think how stupid I have been to resort to such a shallow routine just to prove an unworthy person that I am just the same as the replacement when deep down inside, I know that I am a much better person than her. I wear appropriate clothes, I don't have vices, I have respect to my own self, and my intelligence and wit is tons distant from her. I realized that I don't need to change for someone who can't appreciate what I have because there is a person out there who will wholeheartedly accept me and my flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wear makeup, but only when it's really essential. For now, I am more than happy with my loose powder and lip gloss. It's just enough to enhance the unique beauty that God has given me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS: I forgot to invite everyone who loves making lists to create their own site containing whatever you might wish to take notes on:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.listography.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686330179951632033-2363581644415841089?l=tintangmasarap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/feeds/2363581644415841089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686330179951632033&amp;postID=2363581644415841089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/2363581644415841089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/2363581644415841089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/2008/10/makeup-realization.html' title='A MAKEUP REALIZATION.'/><author><name>ink monstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818413751655046880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTRpVeQMNI/AAAAAAAAADI/qZQN8WQJt4M/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SQXUHoWhxBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/xWoNRurubKY/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686330179951632033.post-448700825442639079</id><published>2008-10-21T22:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:47:09.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK GOD. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SP3oSErhetI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Qnlp8_YrLtY/s1600-h/Image056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SP3oSErhetI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Qnlp8_YrLtY/s320/Image056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259615337030187730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;RHETORIC  = 1.25&lt;br /&gt;PANI&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;TIKAN NG PILIPINAS = 1.50&lt;br /&gt;SPEECH COMMUNICATION = 1.75&lt;br /&gt;BASIC JOURNALISTIC WRITING = 2.00&lt;br /&gt;PERSONAL FINANCIAL MANAGEMENT = 2.00&lt;br /&gt;INTRODUCTION TO MASS COMMUNICATION = 1.75&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENERAL WEIGHTED AVERAGE = 1.71&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means that I am one of the Dean's Listers on the first semester. Yey! Highly unexpected, really. Because as I have stated on my previous entries, I am majorly slacking off and I am not expecting to attain such grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But heaven really is good to me; not only because I got grades way higher than what I have expected but also because I had the chance to be a part of the Dean's List. For a slacker like me, it's not really a big deal because I am satisfied with whatever grade that I get as long as I don't fail any subjects. It's just that, it felt wonderful to comprehend that all my hardships have paid off. All the weariness, boredom, and lethargy that I have felt for this whole semester were immediately forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago, I felt that I don't really deserve those grades. My other blockmates are tons better than me but they got lower grades for an inexplicable reason. But then, I am more than grateful for this chance. I wouldn't waste it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686330179951632033-448700825442639079?l=tintangmasarap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/feeds/448700825442639079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686330179951632033&amp;postID=448700825442639079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/448700825442639079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/448700825442639079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-god.html' title='THANK GOD. :)'/><author><name>ink monstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818413751655046880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTRpVeQMNI/AAAAAAAAADI/qZQN8WQJt4M/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SP3oSErhetI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Qnlp8_YrLtY/s72-c/Image056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686330179951632033.post-9106372144735501891</id><published>2008-10-19T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T01:13:24.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD OL' 90's.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SPoUqo3jtAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/yVnKo2y7TGg/s1600-h/1_646387030l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SPoUqo3jtAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/yVnKo2y7TGg/s320/1_646387030l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258538237665981442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Way back in the good ol' 90's, the music industry was boasting of amazing talents with remarkable and sensible songs. Not that I don't like the songs that we have nowadays but, aren't the 90's songs so much better than today's music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My MP3 is loaded with a bunch of 90's hits from: S Club 7, N*Sync, Backstreet Boys, Westlife, Steps, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, A1, Aaron Carter, 98 Degrees, etc., etc. Call me gay but I can't get over their songs. Compared to what we have today, the songs in this generation has deeper lyrics but what we had before were...I dunno...Happier, and much more meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just sad to know that all those bands/singers that I have stated above, majority of them were already disbanded and/or disappeared all of a sudden at the height of their success. Take for instance the S Club 7; their songs were certified chart-toppers but after doing a movie, they just dissolved. The next thing I knew, they disbanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 90's hits were mostly all about good fun. Yes, there were songs for the brokenhearted and songs for those who are in love but the singers back then didn't sing it in a gruff, bitter, or suicidal manner. It was more of a "look at the brighter side" kind of beat and lyrics. Cursing was not even prevalent. But now, it looks as if cursing is normal in a song. Plus, some songs trigger violence, suicide...Let's just say that those songs make things worse for those people who turn to music for comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to these songs makes me happy. It gives me memories of me as an MTV-loving kid. When I listen to our current hits, I see a huge difference. It seems that lots of musicians today are bitter, angry, and just plain absurd. Most of the songs that are topping the charts are nonsensical. Seriously, what do the songs "Low", "To the ayer", and "Souljaboy" mean? Where is the essence of these songs? How could people love them so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there still exists some songs that makes perfect sense, I would still stand by with the fact that the songs in the 90's are tons better than our music nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686330179951632033-9106372144735501891?l=tintangmasarap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/feeds/9106372144735501891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686330179951632033&amp;postID=9106372144735501891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/9106372144735501891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/9106372144735501891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-ol-90s.html' title='GOOD OL&apos; 90&apos;s.'/><author><name>ink monstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818413751655046880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTRpVeQMNI/AAAAAAAAADI/qZQN8WQJt4M/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SPoUqo3jtAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/yVnKo2y7TGg/s72-c/1_646387030l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686330179951632033.post-8821733491218816882</id><published>2008-10-13T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:57:19.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEMBREAK NA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SPNuLBanyuI/AAAAAAAAAGA/rk5jfDWBk_A/s1600-h/736865133l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SPNuLBanyuI/AAAAAAAAAGA/rk5jfDWBk_A/s320/736865133l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256666325709212386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hell week is finally over. Thank God. I passed every requirement that I need to pass so I don't have anything to do but wait for the distribution of our class cards. To be honest,  I am not that confident about my grades since I slacked off a lot this semester. I wasn't really in the right mood and I wasn't feeling right vibes for the past months. But hopefully, I'd pass all subjects and remain at the College of Mass Communication on a regular and good standing status. Gah. Please pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my high school chum, Bernadeth, celebrated her 18th birthday last Saturday. Super gora ako kasi I haven't seen most of my high school friends for quite a long time. It was fun. I often say that high school wasn't really a great thing for me but, I missed them. It was then that I realized how much they mattered to me. And I'm looking forward to spending more time with them some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semestral break is almost here! Live it. Love it. Enjoy it. Have a good one, guys! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686330179951632033-8821733491218816882?l=tintangmasarap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/feeds/8821733491218816882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686330179951632033&amp;postID=8821733491218816882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/8821733491218816882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/8821733491218816882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/2008/10/sembreak-na.html' title='SEMBREAK NA!'/><author><name>ink monstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818413751655046880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTRpVeQMNI/AAAAAAAAADI/qZQN8WQJt4M/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SPNuLBanyuI/AAAAAAAAAGA/rk5jfDWBk_A/s72-c/736865133l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686330179951632033.post-7008255659370392663</id><published>2008-10-09T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:43:40.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SO4So-xwibI/AAAAAAAAAF4/vrnjUJmW5mU/s1600-h/1_670960310l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SO4So-xwibI/AAAAAAAAAF4/vrnjUJmW5mU/s320/1_670960310l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255158310443714994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You guys obviously know how much I love my boyfriend, Roummel. My blog posts were mostly inspired and about him. This guy is one of my treasures; priceless, wonderful, and amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, and even my Dad, constantly remind me how lucky I am to have someone like him. He is very dear to me that I always make it a point to spend every free time that I have with him just to prove how important he is to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nowadays, I seem to be spending less time with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has kept me preoccupied and the hours that we spend together seemed shorter because I was often cranky and tired. Feeling ko nagkukulang na ako. And I don't want to give him the wrong idea that he's becoming a nuisance for me because that is far from the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is, in fact, the reason why I am striving hard to get good grades. Ayokong may magsalita against him kaya I want to prove everyone that we are responsible enough to handle a relationship. He inspires me, he gives me strength, he makes me happy, and he makes me feel wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that he understands me now more than ever. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686330179951632033-7008255659370392663?l=tintangmasarap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/feeds/7008255659370392663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686330179951632033&amp;postID=7008255659370392663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/7008255659370392663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/7008255659370392663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-you.html' title='I LOVE YOU.'/><author><name>ink monstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818413751655046880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTRpVeQMNI/AAAAAAAAADI/qZQN8WQJt4M/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SO4So-xwibI/AAAAAAAAAF4/vrnjUJmW5mU/s72-c/1_670960310l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686330179951632033.post-3984818277078941543</id><published>2008-10-07T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T01:01:18.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LAST TEARDROP.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SOuND8mD0PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9KnGCzicn2A/s1600-h/1_473655172l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SOuND8mD0PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9KnGCzicn2A/s320/1_473655172l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254448489202700530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Finally free from examinations! All that's left to do are to finalize some school works and prepare for the distribution of class cards. It's a big relief to free my mind from too much worry and stress. Now, I wouldn't have to think so much about school. Aww. My zit number would decrease! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been listening to a lot of sad songs lately. Not that I can relate or anything, it's totally irrelevant to the current status of my relationship (we're very happy) but I somehow find and feel emptiness whenever I hear these songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I've been through a lot and listening to the sad lyrics of those songs brings back sad and bitter memories which I've worked so hard on just to be able to help myself from moving on. Those times were tough; because back then, I hoped for nothing but to love and be loved in return. I can't say that nobody loved me during those times, but it was just not the kind of love that I was hoping to receive. Don't get me wrong, when I love, expect it to be unconditional. But I've always dreamed of this kind of scenario wherein bliss would be the dominant feeling in the relationship, not just love itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but feel sad whenever I reminisce those times when everyone I loved seemed to take me for granted. They were great at the beginning, but as time passed by, they slowly faded away. I was always left hurt and miserable because I know in my heart that I gave the best that I can to maintain the relationships that I had but sadly, to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not blaming anyone here. Things happen for a reason. It was not easy to decipher the reason of my heartaches but when I finally did, it was the most priceless moment of all. God was leading me to the right path all along. He helped me mold myself to become a better person and helped me learn the things that I have to know before directing me to the person that He created to make my dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there are still times when I still find it hard to understand why some have treated me as if I'm nothing, I feel neither hatred nor bitterness in my heart. All was forgiven. I found my happiness and the emptiness I once used to feel is now flowing with the love and the bliss that I've waited for so long to come. All these wouldn't be possible without the hurt that I hated so much. I am happy and contented. My last teardrop has fallen, and it's never going to fall again for another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SOuHew1vv7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Hdp27E26_TE/s1600-h/1_473655172l.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686330179951632033-3984818277078941543?l=tintangmasarap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/feeds/3984818277078941543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686330179951632033&amp;postID=3984818277078941543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/3984818277078941543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/3984818277078941543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/2008/10/sleepyhead.html' title='THE LAST TEARDROP.'/><author><name>ink monstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818413751655046880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTRpVeQMNI/AAAAAAAAADI/qZQN8WQJt4M/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SOuND8mD0PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9KnGCzicn2A/s72-c/1_473655172l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686330179951632033.post-3038430088351744603</id><published>2008-10-06T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:14:47.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHATTERED HEAD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SOoo1vi89NI/AAAAAAAAAFg/klekB-O-olU/s1600-h/1_558070844l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SOoo1vi89NI/AAAAAAAAAFg/klekB-O-olU/s320/1_558070844l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254056819042350290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This day may not prove to be a good one, but still, I'd like to thank God for small blessings -- in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We weren't supposed to have classes today, but our professors in Intro to MassComm and SpeechComm asked for a makeup class na hindi naman natuloy. It's fine, really, kasi my group would have been today's reporters. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our SpeechComm was scheduled at 5pm so we decided to kill time at Mini Stop. I was at the line, waiting for my turn when a blockmate suddenly texted na ngayon na pala yung finals sa Personal Financial Management at nagiinit na ang ulo ng proctor namin. It was ridiculous; our PFM &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;finals was scheduled for Wednesday! Pero, wala na din kaming nagawa but to go to the assigned room kesa naman hindi kami makapag-finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We proceeded with the finals despite the confusion, shock, and unpreparedness. Walang makapagkopyahan dahil pare-parehas kaming walang alam. Panay hula lang ang answers ko. Good luck naman sa magiging result ng finals ko sa PFM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this day, although nakakainis, was a blessing. If it weren't for our professors na nagpa-schedule ng makeup class, we wouldn't have been at school to take our very, very surprising final exam. It was indeed a blessing in disguise. Thank you, Lord, for giving me the strength to wake up even if I was still so sleepy and for giving me the motivation to attend our cancelled makeup classes even if I had plans on not attending those. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686330179951632033-3038430088351744603?l=tintangmasarap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/feeds/3038430088351744603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686330179951632033&amp;postID=3038430088351744603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/3038430088351744603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/3038430088351744603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/2008/10/shattered-head.html' title='SHATTERED HEAD.'/><author><name>ink monstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818413751655046880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTRpVeQMNI/AAAAAAAAADI/qZQN8WQJt4M/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SOoo1vi89NI/AAAAAAAAAFg/klekB-O-olU/s72-c/1_558070844l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686330179951632033.post-966330058701472367</id><published>2008-10-06T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:01:41.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SWEETEST SONG EVER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SOjhUIpsclI/AAAAAAAAAFY/tR9NVKuC-0s/s1600-h/1_466595468l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SOjhUIpsclI/AAAAAAAAAFY/tR9NVKuC-0s/s320/1_466595468l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253696701363679826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After 6 months, I finally had the chance to visit some of my relatives in Makati. I missed going there; the long chats with my aunts, the bonding time with my cousin, and our girl talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice knowing that all is totally well with me and my cousin. Whatever happened, it's for us to keep. None of it mattered now, I'm just glad that after &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; incident, we were able to keep the friendship we had since we were kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, let me share the lyrics of Beautiful as you by All 4 One. It is, by far, the sweetest song I've ever heard in my entire life. It tells of a love so deep and so true that the most beautiful thing he's ever seen exceeded the limits of this world's wonders. It would be very romantic if someone would happily sing it for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AS BEAUTIFUL AS YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All 4 One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/deianne/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/deianne/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From the moment I saw you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; From the moment I looked into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; There was something about you I knew, I knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; That you were once in a lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; A treasure near impossible to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And I know how lucky I am to have you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Cause I've seen rainbows that could take your breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The beauty of the setting sun, on any given day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And when it comes to shooting stars I have seen a few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; But I've never seen anything as beautiful as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I can't believe that I have you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I can't believe that you're here in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I've been waiting a life time for you, for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And I've dreamed about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Pictured in my mind who I would see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; But I never imagined just how beautiful you'd be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Cause I've seen rainbows that could take your breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (take your breath away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The beauty of the setting sun, on any given day (any given day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And when it comes to shooting stars I have seen a few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; But I've never seen anything as beautiful as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I've seen rainbows that could take your breath away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (take your breath away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The beauty of the setting sun, on any given day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And when it comes to shooting stars I have seen a few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; But I've never seen anything as beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; But I've never seen anything as beautiful as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; From the moment I saw you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; From the moment I looked into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Beautiful, isn't it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Perfect for everyone who is in love, and for everyone who have already found the most beautiful thing in their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686330179951632033-966330058701472367?l=tintangmasarap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/feeds/966330058701472367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686330179951632033&amp;postID=966330058701472367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/966330058701472367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/966330058701472367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/2008/10/sweetest-song-ever_05.html' title='THE SWEETEST SONG EVER.'/><author><name>ink monstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818413751655046880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTRpVeQMNI/AAAAAAAAADI/qZQN8WQJt4M/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SOjhUIpsclI/AAAAAAAAAFY/tR9NVKuC-0s/s72-c/1_466595468l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686330179951632033.post-4262209882212989033</id><published>2008-10-04T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:57:30.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AN EYE-OPENER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The following pictures and text that I'm about to show below is a forwarded e-mail from my Dad, which was voted as BEST E-MAIL OF THE YEAR. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;********************&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU THINK YOU ARE UNHAPPY, LOOK AT THEM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SOeIFghpdtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HX_GSLUYkdI/s1600-h/download.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SOeIFghpdtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HX_GSLUYkdI/s320/download.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253317118562760402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU THINK YOUR SALARY IS LOW, HOW ABOUT HER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SOeIZalGybI/AAAAAAAAAEg/c1yAYA8XaV4/s1600-h/downloada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SOeIZalGybI/AAAAAAAAAEg/c1yAYA8XaV4/s320/downloada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253317460564036018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU THINK  YOU DON'T HAVE MANY FRIENDS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SOeLi_a3x3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/dZRdxkpFrNM/s1600-h/downloadaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SOeLi_a3x3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/dZRdxkpFrNM/s320/downloadaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253320923606927218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU THINK STUDY IS A BURDEN, HOW ABOUT HER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SOeMI1g4mKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/1b2Pvm44Jw0/s1600-h/downloadaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SOeMI1g4mKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/1b2Pvm44Jw0/s320/downloadaaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253321573782821026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU THINK OF GIVING UP, THINK OF THIS MAN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SOeMq1h2SXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/3pkgq9Zk9Z4/s1600-h/downloadaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SOeMq1h2SXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/3pkgq9Zk9Z4/s320/downloadaaaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253322157902416242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU THINK YOU SUFFER IN LIFE, DO YOU SUFFER AD MUCH AS HE DOES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SOeOfiYDM2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Xzl1lCTHtj0/s1600-h/downloadaaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SOeOfiYDM2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Xzl1lCTHtj0/s320/downloadaaaaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253324162805740386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COMPLAIN ABOUT YOUR TRANSPORT SYSTEM, HOW ABOUT THEM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SOeOzI24qkI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-D_PemTKruk/s1600-h/downloadaaaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SOeOzI24qkI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-D_PemTKruk/s320/downloadaaaaaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253324499553135170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOUR SOCIETY IS UNFAIR TO YOU, HOW ABOUT HER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SOeQUIg5oeI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/K4qlA-NuO2E/s1600-h/downloadaaaaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SOeQUIg5oeI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/K4qlA-NuO2E/s320/downloadaaaaaaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253326165908234722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Be thankful for every blessing that God is showering us. Remember that there are several people who are facing worse problems than us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&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/7686330179951632033-4262209882212989033?l=tintangmasarap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/feeds/4262209882212989033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686330179951632033&amp;postID=4262209882212989033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/4262209882212989033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/4262209882212989033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/2008/10/eye-opener.html' title='AN EYE-OPENER.'/><author><name>ink monstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818413751655046880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTRpVeQMNI/AAAAAAAAADI/qZQN8WQJt4M/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SOeIFghpdtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HX_GSLUYkdI/s72-c/download.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686330179951632033.post-3685774225132551089</id><published>2008-10-03T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T00:06:47.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SOY9K0-hNRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2Wdk612xVn8/s1600-h/1_573451412l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SOY9K0-hNRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2Wdk612xVn8/s320/1_573451412l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252953271603115282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's shit knowing that I couldn't express my feelings into words through blogging. I mean&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, this is a blog. People are supposed to rant and rave whatever they want to. This is the beauty of writing; limitless. It knows no boundaries. Write whatever you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why couldn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days were a daze. I am numb from stress and exhaustion and I have this inexplicable feeling deep within me that I can't quite put a finger on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird. I wanna burst everything out and yet something seems to be stopping me. I'm dying to pour this....something but I don't know what it is. Frustrating. And there's this something that I want to do/see but....I don't know! Wah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pure crap, I know. I'm sure that no one would be able to comprehend. And that makes it even sadder. All my thoughts are jumbled inside my mind and there is very little chance that it would organize themselves. It has to start with me. But I myself can't even understand what the shit am I thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure shit. Nobody even deserved to be fed with all these crap. Good luck na lang sakin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686330179951632033-3685774225132551089?l=tintangmasarap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/feeds/3685774225132551089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686330179951632033&amp;postID=3685774225132551089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/3685774225132551089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/3685774225132551089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/2008/10/argh.html' title='ARGH.'/><author><name>ink monstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818413751655046880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTRpVeQMNI/AAAAAAAAADI/qZQN8WQJt4M/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SOY9K0-hNRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2Wdk612xVn8/s72-c/1_573451412l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686330179951632033.post-8735950601177578807</id><published>2008-09-27T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T23:46:56.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIRED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SN5Sgdo2-VI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Opeot-F-7qw/s1600-h/1_795797967l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SN5Sgdo2-VI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Opeot-F-7qw/s320/1_795797967l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250724933225871698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Never in my life have I been so busy until I took up Mass Communications. My leisure time has been minimized to the size of a pore in my face and my eyebags are almost reaching my cheeks. It would be much better if I lost some weight too, but unfortunately, I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is exhausting. We have plenty of stuff to do. Although those stuff are of my interests and within my capabilities, I still cannot change and ignore the fact that I am human no matter how weird I can be and I get tired. I am far from being a Superwoman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am piled with speeches, film, chamber theater, and articles that are expected in a week or two.&lt;br /&gt;What perfect timing it is for my not-so-typical lethargic side to appear all of a sudden. How great. Ugh, sarcasm is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for semestral break! I want to reward myself with lots of rest after dealing with my grueling school works. And how I hope that 2nd semester would be a much lighter one; I can't afford to deal with so many things anymore. I'll burst in exhaustion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686330179951632033-8735950601177578807?l=tintangmasarap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/feeds/8735950601177578807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686330179951632033&amp;postID=8735950601177578807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/8735950601177578807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/8735950601177578807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/2008/09/tired.html' title='TIRED.'/><author><name>ink monstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818413751655046880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTRpVeQMNI/AAAAAAAAADI/qZQN8WQJt4M/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SN5Sgdo2-VI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Opeot-F-7qw/s72-c/1_795797967l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686330179951632033.post-6489850485841828803</id><published>2008-09-26T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T23:51:17.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTHING TO CELEBRATE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SN0AcLcRhVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/X-YmwbtIug8/s1600-h/1_500251014l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SN0AcLcRhVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/X-YmwbtIug8/s320/1_500251014l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250353224691582290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After Jurassic years, our CPU has finally been fixed! I missed everything I do online; blogging, Friendster, Multiply, Teentalk... Gahd. Kamusta naman kayo? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently in a horrible mood. 37 days to go before my 18th birthday but instead of expecting something extravagant or exciting, for me, there's nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, my Mom promised me a lavish debut party but the damn Manila City Hall delayed the release of my Mom's check that left me no choice but to cancel it and perahin ko na lang. I understood the cancellation of my debut, but a while ago, my Mom told me to get just only 10k for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Manlibre na lang daw ako ng classmates ko? She remembered my friends but did she even ask what I wanted for my birthday? NO. Pinaasa na nga ako na magdedebut ako, pati ba naman sa perang to pinaasa pa ko. I'm not being materialistic or anything but, come on. Admit it, some of you girls want to have your 18th as happy and memorable as possible. Kahit hindi na nga ako mag-debut, basta matupad man lang yung mga gusto kong makuha for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that life for my Mom in the States is still hard. I understand that she needed time to adjust and become stable. I completely understand her situation but I hope that she considered my feelings as well. As they say, minsan lang tayo mag-e-18. It's once in a lifetime, might as well na sulitin na natin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few weeks I've been praying to God na sana, kung hindi man matuloy yung debut ko eh Siya na bahala. I trust the Lord that He would provide me the 18th birthday celebration that I deserve. I know that God would not let me down. Things might be going off-course as of this moment but I know that God's wisdom would never fail me. Help me, Lord. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686330179951632033-6489850485841828803?l=tintangmasarap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/feeds/6489850485841828803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686330179951632033&amp;postID=6489850485841828803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/6489850485841828803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/6489850485841828803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/2008/09/nothing-to-celebrate.html' title='NOTHING TO CELEBRATE.'/><author><name>ink monstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818413751655046880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTRpVeQMNI/AAAAAAAAADI/qZQN8WQJt4M/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SN0AcLcRhVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/X-YmwbtIug8/s72-c/1_500251014l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686330179951632033.post-6391252741037915439</id><published>2008-09-04T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T00:49:10.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 MONTHS. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SL652ujlk1I/AAAAAAAAADw/g0_7fk891Ts/s1600-h/1_135957723l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SL652ujlk1I/AAAAAAAAADw/g0_7fk891Ts/s320/1_135957723l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241831366167204690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Storybook endings, fairy tales coming true  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Deep down inside we want to believe they still do  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;In our secretest heart it's our favorite part of the story  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's just admit we all want to make it too"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ever ever after, Carrie Underwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how we try to force ourselves into believing that in reality, happy endings are nonexistent, we have to admit that deep down in our hearts, we are hoping, expecting, and praying for our own little happy ever afters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship with my boyfriend, Roummel was nowhere near perfect. We have these petty fights and major fights, the famous &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tampuhan&lt;/span&gt; and the cold shoulder treatment. We both commit mistakes, be it little or big. We lose our tempers to the extent that we curse each other. But these things helped us hold on stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM ABSOLUTELY BLESSED to have Roummel as my boyfriend. He is the very person I dreamed of spending the rest of my life with. I know it's a tad too early to tell but if given the chance, I am definitely willing to share the remainders of my life with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog entry came out late but what the hey, the chronemics doesn't hinder me from shouting to the whole virtual community how much I love my boyfriend. He is, by far, the greatest and most wonderful gift that I have ever received from God, and I am never letting go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I've done to deserve such blessing. I never expected anything spectacular like this would happen, but I'm glad it did. The past 10months was a blast, and I am so looking forward for more. Be it hurdling obstacles or not, I know that he would always be with me. And we will overcome everything together. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686330179951632033-6391252741037915439?l=tintangmasarap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/feeds/6391252741037915439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686330179951632033&amp;postID=6391252741037915439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/6391252741037915439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/6391252741037915439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/2008/09/10-months.html' title='10 MONTHS. :)'/><author><name>ink monstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818413751655046880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTRpVeQMNI/AAAAAAAAADI/qZQN8WQJt4M/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SL652ujlk1I/AAAAAAAAADw/g0_7fk891Ts/s72-c/1_135957723l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686330179951632033.post-2387206845729243587</id><published>2008-08-26T11:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:15:32.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AN OLD CLICHE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SLNy7GviVZI/AAAAAAAAADo/tdgg_g4_rQE/s1600-h/1_725484204l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 321px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SLNy7GviVZI/AAAAAAAAADo/tdgg_g4_rQE/s320/1_725484204l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238657151309862290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To everyone whom I promised to link, please forgive me for the delay. Our computer is down because of Trojan and other kinds of viruses. Blame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, I was invited to join the burial service of my boyfriend's aunt. I never got the chance to acquaint with her but I obliged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, I wasn't really affected with the untimely death of their aunt. I was sad, of course, and sorry for their loss, I mean, we weren't really close and I don't really know her so I wasn't that emotional at the cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seeing her children, husband, and other relatives cry hysterically as she was about to be buried, I felt tears pricking behind my eyes and I had this really sad feeling. I know in my heart that she was a lovely person since many were very miserable for her loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend's aunt wasn't that old. She was only in her early 60's and that made me jump to reality that if it's our time to go, no matter how hard we fight for our life, we will eventually leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death chooses no age. We'll never really know if the person you are with today will be gone tomorrow (knock on wood). Treasure everyone you love. Never make them feel neglected and constantly tell them how much you love and appreciate them. Time is gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686330179951632033-2387206845729243587?l=tintangmasarap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/feeds/2387206845729243587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686330179951632033&amp;postID=2387206845729243587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/2387206845729243587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/2387206845729243587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/2008/08/old-cliche.html' title='AN OLD CLICHE.'/><author><name>ink monstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818413751655046880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTRpVeQMNI/AAAAAAAAADI/qZQN8WQJt4M/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SLNy7GviVZI/AAAAAAAAADo/tdgg_g4_rQE/s72-c/1_725484204l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686330179951632033.post-4648060289760628971</id><published>2008-08-15T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T09:18:49.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINDING TRUE LOVE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTSc4NSdZI/AAAAAAAAADg/pisfVHybKzU/s1600-h/Image120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTSc4NSdZI/AAAAAAAAADg/pisfVHybKzU/s320/Image120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234540060477650322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For the last couple of days, I was busy thinking about meeting deadlines, reviewing for midterms, and midterms week. It kept me so preoccupied that I felt so exhausted for that particular week. But as I took some time off and had a break, a question popped out of my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Have I already found the right one?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend and I were getting into several rows these past few days and, wrong as it may seem, I was getting skeptical about him. About us. I was so scared of what has been happening in our relationship that I had second thoughts of what we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend is an amazing person. He may be child-like and a bit immature but he never fails to make me happy. He was my constant companion in everything that I have been through for the past 9 months. He never left me no matter how tough or petty the situation that I am in. He was the only person to really understand me, he knows how to handle and take care of me. He treasured me like no other person did. Every moment that I'm with him, I just feel overly blessed! I honestly do not know what I did to deserve such blessing but then I thank God for giving me a gift as wonderful as him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I'm embarrassed to admit it, I've prolly met all types of guys in my 17 years of existence. Not all were bad, though. It just so happened that those guys did not live to spend their lives with me. They were only passersby who left remarkable footprints in my life. Most of them has hurt me incredibly but without those bruises and wounds, I wouldn't have learned. I wouldn't have been the person that I am now; stronger and wiser. If they didn't hurt me, I've prolly wouldn't have met Roummel. I recall my ex-boyfriend telling me this: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kung hindi kita sinaktan, eh di hindi ka masaya ngayon.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; It was only meant as a joke, but what do you know, it made sense, right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am young and there are still lots of experiences in store for me. I have yet to meet more people in different walks of life. I may get hurt and experience pain like I've never felt it before. I may laugh like I've never laughed before. I still have to go through my ups and downs but having Roummel by my side makes me brave enough to face the faceless days. I guess for now, I wouldn't know if he really is "Mr.Right"...but I definitely intend to make him the right one.♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686330179951632033-4648060289760628971?l=tintangmasarap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/feeds/4648060289760628971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686330179951632033&amp;postID=4648060289760628971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/4648060289760628971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/4648060289760628971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/2008/08/finding-true-love.html' title='FINDING TRUE LOVE.'/><author><name>ink monstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818413751655046880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTRpVeQMNI/AAAAAAAAADI/qZQN8WQJt4M/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTSc4NSdZI/AAAAAAAAADg/pisfVHybKzU/s72-c/Image120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686330179951632033.post-2677929498136573375</id><published>2008-08-01T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:05:15.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SJJimVX6nbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6-OFd3xppLw/s1600-h/M0m3nts211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SJJimVX6nbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6-OFd3xppLw/s320/M0m3nts211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229350528042573234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;INTRODUCTION TO MASS COMMUNICATION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-5 units&lt;br /&gt;-inexplicable&lt;br /&gt;-boring&lt;br /&gt;-nosebleed&lt;br /&gt;-semiterror professor&lt;br /&gt;-1st long quiz: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;39/50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-2nd long quiz: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;45/50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;45/50&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, 5 mistakes may be a little too many but if you are taking up Introduction to Mass Communication and come to class unprepared (knowing that you have a long quiz), those 5 mistakes may seem unnoticeable and all of a sudden, you feel so bright and smart. Plus,  I am second to the highest (the highest score is 46)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Too much bragging, I know. So stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are more tests to come. Today is my midterm examination in Rhetoric and this time, I am prepared. Sana lang hindi ako mabokya. I have this annoyingly weird habit na when I review for an exam, I tend to forget &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;.  Yun nga lang, nakakahiya naman kasi pumasok ng walang alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, there's only one thing that I am hoping and praying for: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PASS EVERYTHING AND GRADUATE&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686330179951632033-2677929498136573375?l=tintangmasarap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/feeds/2677929498136573375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686330179951632033&amp;postID=2677929498136573375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/2677929498136573375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/2677929498136573375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/2008/07/imc.html' title='IMC!'/><author><name>ink monstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818413751655046880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTRpVeQMNI/AAAAAAAAADI/qZQN8WQJt4M/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SJJimVX6nbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6-OFd3xppLw/s72-c/M0m3nts211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686330179951632033.post-4050957479074711825</id><published>2008-07-31T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T00:25:40.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETHARGIC.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-691.friendster.com/e1/photos/19/64/22534691/1_241326501l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 306px;" src="http://photos-691.friendster.com/e1/photos/19/64/22534691/1_241326501l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Midterms are starting to loom forward like a heavy thunderstorm and I'm still sitting pretty and acting like I don't give a freak about exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care. I really do care. Why wouldn't I care? I value my education as much as I value my life. The former sentence was just one of the streams of thoughts running through my head. Positive words. But laziness is getting in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know when will I ever learn to take my studies seriously. Modesty aside, I can say that I'm not a bad student. In fact, I get above average grades, but, that wouldn't be the same if I worked harder, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is getting boring. I guess I just have to force my lazy ass and start preparing for my midterms.&lt;br /&gt;&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/7686330179951632033-4050957479074711825?l=tintangmasarap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/feeds/4050957479074711825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686330179951632033&amp;postID=4050957479074711825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/4050957479074711825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/4050957479074711825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/2008/07/lethargic.html' title='LETHARGIC.'/><author><name>ink monstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818413751655046880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTRpVeQMNI/AAAAAAAAADI/qZQN8WQJt4M/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686330179951632033.post-2927720573226839494</id><published>2008-07-28T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T00:07:20.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TALONG.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-555.friendster.com/e1/photos/55/51/75601555/1_462415772l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 247px;" src="http://photos-555.friendster.com/e1/photos/55/51/75601555/1_462415772l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I hate eggplants and I'm going to stand for it FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like eggplants. I don't know why but it disgusts me. I don't like its slimy and seedy...watchamacallit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me hate it even more was that really embarrassing and unfortunate incident last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Gil Puyat with my Intro to MassComm groupmates and as we were walking our way towards Mercury Drug to buy some baon, I slipped on something totally gross and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big brown gloop clung onto my pants and a there were bits of those browns splattered around. My first thought was, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, shit. TAE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my groupmate checked it and said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi, talong lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALONG LANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was beyond irritated not just because my pants were dirty and I shamefully shamed myself in front of strangers but also for the reason that my untouched Yumburger, large fries and iced tea from Jollibee were goners. It fell to the ground with me and irritatingly dropped to a puddle of water. What a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am never going to like talong forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686330179951632033-2927720573226839494?l=tintangmasarap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/feeds/2927720573226839494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686330179951632033&amp;postID=2927720573226839494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/2927720573226839494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/2927720573226839494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/2008/07/talong.html' title='TALONG.'/><author><name>ink monstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818413751655046880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTRpVeQMNI/AAAAAAAAADI/qZQN8WQJt4M/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686330179951632033.post-8732452774792053305</id><published>2008-07-23T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:05:15.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SIbYFr_lbXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/q00gUKQXprk/s1600-h/1_131249480l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SIbYFr_lbXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/q00gUKQXprk/s320/1_131249480l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226102009830403442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I AM OFFICIALLY ON A DIET SINCE MONDAY, THE 21st OF JULY 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I love eating. I turn to eating when I am depressed, bored, nervous, happy, OH SOD IT. Eating is love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, no matter how much food I stuff in, it doesn't affect my weight and body measurements. I was able to maintain the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; figure I used to have before but now, I am shamefully blowing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tummy looks like as if I'm carrying a 3-month baby and my arms looked like a skinny boy's legs, and my cheeks are starting to look like a chipmunk's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several people are noticing my body changes. I shrugged it off at first since I really didn't care as long as I am able to eat every food that I'm craving for. But as days passed by, I started to feel bad about my body. The shirts that I used to wear doesn't flatter my figure anymore, instead, my tummy is bulking beneath, and some of my pants are beginning to tighten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I AM STARTING TO BECOME A HORRIBLE, FAT MONSTROSITY.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, I am still eating meals three times a day BUT with a lesser intake. And I try my best to exercise every morning. It's a nightmare, really. Turning my back from something that I love to do and facing some things that I find it hard to do. But, hey, if I really want to shed some pounds off then, I have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So long, food trips!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686330179951632033-8732452774792053305?l=tintangmasarap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/feeds/8732452774792053305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686330179951632033&amp;postID=8732452774792053305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/8732452774792053305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/8732452774792053305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/2008/07/fat.html' title='FAT.'/><author><name>ink monstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818413751655046880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTRpVeQMNI/AAAAAAAAADI/qZQN8WQJt4M/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SIbYFr_lbXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/q00gUKQXprk/s72-c/1_131249480l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686330179951632033.post-3432083058595051876</id><published>2008-07-21T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:05:15.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT WORTH READING.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SIScnIQD2pI/AAAAAAAAACs/kZ__ALBzMnE/s1600-h/Image254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SIScnIQD2pI/AAAAAAAAACs/kZ__ALBzMnE/s320/Image254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225473663700294290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;FOREWARNING ALL OF THOSE WHO ARE PLANNING TO READ MORE OF THIS ENTRY: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is just a drop of wotzits to ease my headache and calm my nerves down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, still reading? This is just a waste of your precious time, really. But if your curiosity got the better of you, then, thank you in advance for keeping up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm frustrated, I'm hurt, and I'm numb to any feelings of love right at this very moment and I ain't gonna spill. I know, right? Makes absolutely no sense. I'm just looking for a way to cool off and I know that I only have my blog to lean on. Thank God for creating the person who invented this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til here. Sorry for wasting your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686330179951632033-3432083058595051876?l=tintangmasarap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/feeds/3432083058595051876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686330179951632033&amp;postID=3432083058595051876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/3432083058595051876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/3432083058595051876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/2008/07/forewarning-all-of-those-who-are.html' title='NOT WORTH READING.'/><author><name>ink monstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818413751655046880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTRpVeQMNI/AAAAAAAAADI/qZQN8WQJt4M/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SIScnIQD2pI/AAAAAAAAACs/kZ__ALBzMnE/s72-c/Image254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686330179951632033.post-3004744974924367668</id><published>2008-07-19T01:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:05:15.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST IT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SIDRmlARDxI/AAAAAAAAACk/L6lo5Ubww3A/s1600-h/Pic2re021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SIDRmlARDxI/AAAAAAAAACk/L6lo5Ubww3A/s320/Pic2re021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224406028448239378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Taken a month ago by me at Baluarte de San Diego. Breathtaking, isn't it? It makes me feel more blessed because I am able to witness one of the beautiful and magnificent creations of the Lord, which is the sunset. Isn't it amazing when you see the sky change colors as the sun slowly sets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about sunset. The real purpose of this blog is to announce that my blog skin is new (obviously), and that I lost all those people in my links who have such beautiful blogs. Oh well, this means that I have to start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go. I'm craving for Zuma and I can't get past on Level 9. I hope somebody could relate to this nonsense crap that I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686330179951632033-3004744974924367668?l=tintangmasarap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/feeds/3004744974924367668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686330179951632033&amp;postID=3004744974924367668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/3004744974924367668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/3004744974924367668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/2008/07/lost-it.html' title='LOST IT.'/><author><name>ink monstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818413751655046880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTRpVeQMNI/AAAAAAAAADI/qZQN8WQJt4M/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SIDRmlARDxI/AAAAAAAAACk/L6lo5Ubww3A/s72-c/Pic2re021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686330179951632033.post-2030602423627077304</id><published>2008-07-05T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:05:16.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RELEASING THE HEARTACHE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SG95KKanSjI/AAAAAAAAACc/W--otiPGVt8/s1600-h/M0m3nts128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SG95KKanSjI/AAAAAAAAACc/W--otiPGVt8/s320/M0m3nts128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219523708647328306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Before I fill this post with loads of distasteful words and rants, I would first like to thank the Lord for blessing me and Memel a wonderful relationship that has been going stronger for 8 months last July 3, 2008. I love my man, and I'm going to keep him forever. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brace yourselves for a load of harangues because I am feeling rather bad at this moment for some reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend hanged up on me just because I disagreed with some things he said about his family. I won't barge in to details but the result was, he was offended and he went crying. He also kept whining about how awful his family was and how he hopes to stow away and live his own life and wish for a chance to pick his own family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been through worse. He actually has no idea what I've been through here in our house and the things I've dealt with involving my family. I wanted to move out; to just escape from all the dramas that I've been seeing and kept being accused of. It was really bad. It was, in fact, dreadful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I just got off on the phone with him and I'm bawling my eyes out because he thinks na hindi ko siya kinakampihan. Great. JUST EFFIN GREAT. Dahil lang hindi ako nag-agree sa kanya eh hindi na ako kampi sa kanya? WHAT THE ****. What does he expect me to do? Tolerate his wrongdoings and push him to do bad things and think bad thoughts?  WELL SORRY FOR HIM BECAUSE I AM NOT THAT TYPE OF GIRLFRIEND. I want the best for him and I want him to be a better person than he was before. I am not changing him, by the way. I am merely bringing out the best in him because I know that deep within that facade is a more matured person struggling to get out. I feel so sick because I don't know what else to do. I've talked to him and tried to explain my side but he's just plain stubborn. He's so hard-headed and self-centered, he doesn't want to hear my opinion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God. I am feeling soooo sick right now. I feel rotten because I can't find the right words to say to calm him down and make him understand my point. I feel like a bad girlfriend. A very bad one. Others know what to say and what to do but I, on the other hand, don't. It frustrates me because I want to make him feel that I could be the person whom he could run and talk to whenever he feels bad. Tough luck. My efforts are pushing him away. I am just not what he needed. I am not that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a Dark Mocha Frap. Straightaway.&lt;/span&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/7686330179951632033-2030602423627077304?l=tintangmasarap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/feeds/2030602423627077304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686330179951632033&amp;postID=2030602423627077304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/2030602423627077304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/2030602423627077304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/2008/07/releasing-heartache.html' title='RELEASING THE HEARTACHE.'/><author><name>ink monstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818413751655046880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTRpVeQMNI/AAAAAAAAADI/qZQN8WQJt4M/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SG95KKanSjI/AAAAAAAAACc/W--otiPGVt8/s72-c/M0m3nts128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686330179951632033.post-1511333410421639649</id><published>2008-07-02T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:05:16.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INTO THE FIERY PITS OF HELL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SGsGXRnXnJI/AAAAAAAAACU/aITrGwG4hX0/s1600-h/M0m3nts230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SGsGXRnXnJI/AAAAAAAAACU/aITrGwG4hX0/s320/M0m3nts230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218271590174137490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay. Let's start off by saying that I EFFIN LOST MY NOKIA 3230 yesterday because of my glorifying stupidity after forgetting to pick it up before leaving the computer shop yesterday. My boyfriend tried to retrieve it (he was really sweet, we were already at Robinson's to watch a movie and he volunteered to go back to the computer shop at UN) but to no avail. It was already gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I just wish the best of luck to that kleptomaniac who claimed it. That phone was already crappy, anyway. The housing is rusty and the battery's a jerk. Thank God I have a spare phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been treating me like hell these past few days. And there I was, thinking that it would be all fun and exciting to be finally taking up the course that I've been dying to take up since elementary. NOT. Sure, there were the odd, little good times but the vast majority were a couple of urgent homeworks and projects. And quizzes are about to transpire and doom us with nerve-wracking professors checking our test papers while we anxiously wait for our scores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I COULD ONLY HOPE FOR BETTER DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. As they say, "NO PAIN, NO GAIN". And I sure am in a lot of pain so I am hoping that I would be gaining so much from all these hard works. 2 years is not so long from now, after all. I just really have to persevere and get my butt of the bed and chair and focus my eyes on my books and notebooks instead of gluing it at ETC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to concede that I am not actually really buckling down on my studies because I AM BEING HAUNTED BY MY INDOLENT, SLUGGISH, AND IRRESPONSIBLE ALTER-EGO and I am feeling really evil for falling into that crappy other side of mine. It's not right, I should be studying my butt off and doing my effin best in able to fulfill my dream of being a dean's lister. Which is prolly out of the question now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD FOR MCDONALD'S (this doesn't really make sense and is not relevant to the previous paragraph so, ignore it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686330179951632033-1511333410421639649?l=tintangmasarap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/feeds/1511333410421639649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686330179951632033&amp;postID=1511333410421639649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/1511333410421639649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/1511333410421639649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/2008/07/into-fiery-pits-of-hell.html' title='INTO THE FIERY PITS OF HELL.'/><author><name>ink monstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818413751655046880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTRpVeQMNI/AAAAAAAAADI/qZQN8WQJt4M/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SGsGXRnXnJI/AAAAAAAAACU/aITrGwG4hX0/s72-c/M0m3nts230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686330179951632033.post-418449651979447431</id><published>2008-06-27T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T01:21:39.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ILANG MGA HINAING.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m275/pinkgoth_emo/cp%20pics/Img00027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 329px;" src="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m275/pinkgoth_emo/cp%20pics/Img00027.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As a city dweller and a middle-class student, madalas akong mag-commute. LRT, MRT, jeep, bus, FX...halos lahat na ata ng land public vehicles eh nasakyan ko na. Wala naman akong reklamo sa pagkocommute ko. Kaya lang, minsan you I can't help but feel a twinge of irritation when some of these circumstances happen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dahil halos lahat na ng jeep eh pumipila na ngayon, hindi sila pwedeng umalis hangga't hindi pa puno all thanks to some barkers na napaka-greedy sa pasahero. I can't totally blame them naman kasi I know that it's their job at dun sila nabubuhay. Kaya lang kasi madalas, kapag 9 na tao ang pwedeng i-accommodate ng jeep, kahit lahat na ng katabi mo eh pawang matataba, ipipilit pa din nilang punuin yun ng 9 na tao kahit kalahati na ng pwet mo ang nakalabas para magkasya ka. They are defying the laws of physics. Sana man lang, they consider the "sizes" of the passengers. Okay, ang upuan ng jeep na yun ay para sa 9 na tao, but have they tried estimating it while considering the sizes of the possible passengers? Hindi naman lahat ng sumasakay sa jeep eh payat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*As studies have shown, mas malaki ang possibility ng taong nakakalanghap ng smoke ng cigarette na magsuffer from lung cancer. There are times na may makakasakay akong nagyoyosi at naiinis ako tuwing nangyayari yun. It's one sign of impoliteness. Mas nakakainis pa pag sa direksyon mo binuga. Kahit napakabait mong tao eh hindi mo mapipigilang mag-isip na suntukin yung katabi mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kapag sa dulo ka ng jeep nakaupo, obligado kang mag-abot ng bayad ng mga tao sa kabilang dulo. Okay lang naman yun kaya lang minsan kasi, if you don't notice someone na nag-aabot ng bayad, sila pa naiirita. I mean, come on! Ikaw na nga tong nagpapaabot ng bayad, ikaw pa tong magagalit. The words "please" and "thank you" are very pleasant to the ears and it's not hard to say it lalo na kapag nagbabayad ka sa jeep at malayo ka sa driver at nakikiabot ka lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Some drivers play they music too loud. Loud enough to not hear the passenger kapag nag-aabot ng bayad or pumapara. There was one time, while I was on my way to Novaliches, yung sinasakyan kong jeep eh nanginginig na sa sobrang lakas ng tugtog. Grabe, talagang yung heartbeat ko eh naginginig na din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya mga friendships, sa pagsakay ng jeep, alalahanin ang kapwa mo tao; ang kapwa mo pasahero at kapwa mo driver dahil hindi lang natin alam na kahit isang kilos lang natin, pwedeng maapektuhan ang ibang tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One of the subjects that I get into debate most about is RELIGION. I am neither an atheist nor an agnostic. In fact, I am a firm believer of God and though I'm not really much of a Church-goer, I am a believer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madami na ding mga nagkalat ng religions dito aside from Catholic such as Iglesia ni Kristo, Born Again Christians, Protestants, Saksi ni Jehova, and some others that aren't reallu popular but existing. I have nothing against those other religions (I'm a Roman Catholic), nirerespeto ko yung mga paniniwala and cultures  nila. Ang kinaiinisan ko lang eh kapag iniinvite ka nila na magpa-convert sa religion nila, they would tell you, "PARA MALIGTAS KA".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARA MALIGTAS AKO? Pano kung hindi ako magpaconvert pero I'm living in God's ways and wills and follows His commandments, hindi ako maliligtas? Isn't that blasphemous? We only have one God, and no matter what our religions are, as long as we believe in Him,  walang masamang mangyayari.  Bakit kelangan pang manghila ng tao at magsabi ng mga sly comments about sa current religion nila? God gave us free will and we have the right to choose which religion we're going to join. Sa pamimilit nila, parang inaabuse na din nila yung right natin and dinidisobey nila si God. Kung gusto kong sumali sa religion niyo, sasali ako. Nobody has to force me kung yun talaga ang gusto ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh well. Sorry if I ranted too much. Sa totoo lang, there sre still so many ideas running through my head right now but I feel soooooo tired! We had our presentation kasi at Rhetoric kanina at napakadami kong bitbit. Hindi na nga ata pantay ang balikat ko. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long day so, until here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7686330179951632033-418449651979447431?l=tintangmasarap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/feeds/418449651979447431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686330179951632033&amp;postID=418449651979447431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/418449651979447431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/418449651979447431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/2008/06/ilang-mga-hinaing.html' title='ILANG MGA HINAING.'/><author><name>ink monstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818413751655046880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTRpVeQMNI/AAAAAAAAADI/qZQN8WQJt4M/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m275/pinkgoth_emo/cp%20pics/th_Img00027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686330179951632033.post-5858161315958493686</id><published>2008-06-25T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:05:19.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 YEAR NA ANG BOGSLI. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SGJfJpQWnQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LS2_zzKjLfo/s1600-h/547312171l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SGJfJpQWnQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LS2_zzKjLfo/s320/547312171l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215835937746361602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;It was never a bore whenever I think about my 1st year in college. So far, it was the best academic year I've ever experienced. I've always thought na magi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;ging mahirap na ang college, magiging busy na, mawawalan na ng oras para gumimik kasi ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;tatambakan na kami ng ga-bundok na school work. Ang sabi kasi sa'kin ng parents ko, masarap daw ang high school life. Ibang-iba daw doon ang colle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;ge life dahil kanya-kanya na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah. What my parents told me was indeed true. My college life was waaaayyy different from my high school life. It was more fun, more exciting, and I was able to learn a lot of things not only inside the campus but here I learned much more from the outside world.  Oo,  mas naging gala ako but it never bec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;ame a distraction sa studies ko. At dito napatunayan ko na there are people who you'd be intertwined to in a non-romantical way pero mamahalin mo sila ng higit pa sa buhay mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN MY CASE, THOSE PEOPLE ARE MY FRIENDS: VOGUEHZLEE. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out as six. Malaki ang pasasalamat ko kay April Monica Cru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;z, ang aking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt; ex-bestfriend dahil kung hindi siya naligaw ng room nung first day eh malamang hindi ko sila naging barkad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;a. Sa harap kasi ako umupo but April ushered me to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt; back and made me sit beside her. Buti na lang talaga naligaw siya. Hehe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SGJhvnRiYpI/AAAAAAAAABM/onRSG7oKlNE/s1600-h/1_260796099l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SGJhvnRiYpI/AAAAAAAAABM/onRSG7oKlNE/s320/1_260796099l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215838789072741010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ang ganda noh? Ako yan. Haha! Joke. Hindi rin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt; artista yan. Model lang. Haha. Anyway, this girl is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COLLEEN FAYE CRISOSTOMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Sa Bogsli, siya yung una kong naka-chikahan kasi seatmate ko siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first impression of her was, maganda pero maarte. Ewan ko ba kung bakit yun ang naisip ko tungkol sa kanya at that tim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e. Napahiya naman ako sa marumi kong isip when I found out that this person is very simple,  nice, quiet, and reserved. Plus, she's very smart. Siya lang naman ang may pinakamataas na GWA sa block namin nung first sem. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleen, kahit malakas ka mang-asar, okay lang kasi magaling ka naman bumanat. Haha! Kidding aside, thank you for being super nice to me nung firs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;t day. I was a complete stranger and you know nothing but my weird name pero binigyan mo pa din ako ng papel. Haha! Stay as simple and as smart as you are, I admire you for that. And kung matuloy man ang modeling career mo, wag mo kong kalilimutan. Haha! I love you, girl! I'm always here. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SGJkdPSpJpI/AAAAAAAAABU/qEh-HzPg7PE/s1600-h/1_992923579l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SGJkdPSpJpI/AAAAAAAAABU/qEh-HzPg7PE/s320/1_992923579l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215841771932165778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARICAR BELARMINO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. I never even thought na magiging ka-close namin siya. Iba kasi yung sinamahan niyang "group" nung mga first few days. Actua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lly, I really can't remember how we've gotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; close but whatever that reason is, I'm more than glad that we did. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She served as the "ate" of the group. Hindi ko na ire-reveal ang age niya kas i baka magtampo siya sa'kin. Hehe. Isa rin siya sa mga magagaling sa block namin. Why wouldn't I be surprised? She was a transferee from UP Manila eh. Pero kahit ganun, with her age and academe, marunong siyang makisama sa'ming lahat. I never felt in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ferior whenever we're together. Parang ka-age ko lang. You'll only get to notice her maturity pagdating sa pagbibig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ay ng advices and sa pagtreat niya sa responsibilities niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Macar, all those times na tinulungan mo ko, I think I never had the chance to say how grateful I am. Thank you sa lahat-lahat. Pati na din sa mga panlilibre mo. Sorry kung minsan kinukulit ka namin sa panlilib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;re. Hehe. Love you, ate! Sana mahanap mo na uli si "MANONG". :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SGJnSkEAikI/AAAAAAAAABk/687Zunxvdko/s1600-h/1_114407131l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SGJnSkEAikI/AAAAAAAAABk/687Zunxvdko/s320/1_114407131l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215844887064250946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                     &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Given the chance to choose a person besides m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;y boyfriend na makasabay ko sa jeep ng 24 hours, without any hesitation and second thoughts, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;APRIL ROSE ESPANTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; kagad ang isasagot ko. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooobrang sarap kadaldalan ng babaeng to. Our spotlight-worthy moments often happen while riding a jeepney &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;on our way home. To say na "nagkwentuhan kami" is an understatement. It's more like, nagrecite kami ng sampung nobela sa kwentuhan namin. Haha! It's always been fun talking to April. Minsan kahit alam kong hindi na siya nakakarelate sa kwento ko, n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;akikinig pa din siya. She is a great listener as well as a great speaker. Pag nagkasabay kami paguwi, nakooo. Expect a novel of gossips and stories blabbing out of our mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April, namimiss ko na yung mg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a moments natin. Sobra. Sana one time, magkasabay uli tayo sa jeep para kwentuhan ever uli. I want to make up for all those times na hindi kita nasabayan. Thanks for being a great friend, I love you for that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SGJpR552faI/AAAAAAAAABs/xtA_vVJZjnU/s1600-h/1_108487276l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SGJpR552faI/AAAAAAAAABs/xtA_vVJZjnU/s320/1_108487276l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215847074770615714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Kung may jeepney buddy ako, may seatmate buddy din ako. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PAULA BIANCA FERNANDEZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; has got to be o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ne of the jolliest persons in class. Sa sobrang masayahin niyan, nagiging maingay siya. Haha! Kaya it's very easy to notice if she's not around or if there's something wrong with her. Block 19/2 wouldn't be complete without her silly jokes. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lang naman siya madaldal kapag kwentuhan time. Bonggang-bongga din siya pagdating sa oral and written examinations. She may not take some things seriously but when it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; comes to her studies, hands on siya. Makwento din, madrama minsan ang buhay. Haha! At ang isa sa mga pinakagusto ko sa kanya is HINDI SIYA MADAMOT SA SAGOT.  :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pau, namimiss na kita. Thank you for never failing to make me feel that you're always ready to lend a helping hand whenever I need it. Kahit NBSB ka eh, tinatry mo pa din akong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;tulungan sa mga kadramahan ko sa lovelife. Don't change, madaming tao ang natutuwa at matutuwa pa sa'yo. You're a star. I love you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SGJrNSHfs-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/HmbRYx3tnKE/s1600-h/1_927542668l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SGJrNSHfs-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/HmbRYx3tnKE/s320/1_927542668l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215849194394203106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;I've always missed her eversince she was transferred to another block. Pano, isa siya sa mga karamay ko sa kalokohan at kababuyan. Haha! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MA. KATRINA TEODOSIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;' s merry laugh, charming smile, and optimistic outlook is simply infectious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Naalala ko pa nung first day, I saw her enter and nagandahan ako sa kanya. Haha! She was also my seatmate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;kaya lang hindi pa kami masyadong nagpapansinan noon. She was the first one to approach me, though. One thing significant that we have in common is our passion for writing. She's a great writer, great photographer, and a great English student. There's never a dull moment with her. Minsan tatawa na la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ng kami ng tatawa for no apparent reason. We're both mentally deranged persons. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moo! Sana maulit uli yung Baywalk moment natin. Hehe. Thanks for being a great friend and I sincerely wish you the best of everything. You deserve it. Keep on making other people smile and laugh. Thanks so much for the wonderful moments. Love you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SGJt_Z2qCxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/v5aesoC9wAE/s1600-h/1_334503407l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SGJt_Z2qCxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/v5aesoC9wAE/s320/1_334503407l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215852254487776018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Though I am close to all of them, I could say that I am closest with no less than the drop-dead gorgeousness herself, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ELAINE SUE ZARAGOZA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl and I have a lot in common kaya click agad ang bonding namin. Our idea of bonding is cursing each other and maki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ng mean comments towards other people. Haha! Joke. Kung may taong kasing dumi kong mag-isip, si Elaine na yun. Haha! Maloko kaming dalawa eh. Pag magkasama kami, we laugh a lot. Mababaw ang kaligayahan naming dalawa. Setting aside her wacky side, she's also a gre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;at adviser. At! Malaking factor din ang pagkain sa pagiging über close namin. No wonder we have sexy figures. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pussy, magbago na tayo. Haha! Hindi. Wag kang magbabago. You are a beautiful person, inside and out. Thank you for always being there whenever I needed a listening ear. The moments that we shared are worthy to be treasured forever, hinding-hindi ko makakalimutan yung mga yun, lalo na yung mean and yucky moments. Haha! You've been through a lot so I wish nothing but complete happiness for you. I love you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SGJwlr8dV2I/AAAAAAAAACE/jQstnod6trA/s1600-h/1_248223418l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SGJwlr8dV2I/AAAAAAAAACE/jQstnod6trA/s320/1_248223418l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215855111202232162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Eto miss na miss ko na eh. Ang tagal na din kasing hindi nagpaparamdam. Kahit isang "awooo" man lang, wala. Ewan ko nga din if he'd be able to read this but what the hey, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DONNIE RAY CRUZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; deserves to be a part of this blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suplado to nung una. Tatahi-tahimik. Sa likod siya nakaupo and wala man lang imik. One time I was able to walk with him papuntang SM Manila. I tried to start a conversation pero wala. Pero when that time came na we became close, AY GRABE! He was crazier than any of us! And because of that, he was always a good and fun company. Pag kasama s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;iya, iba ang atmosphere pag nagpapatawa siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donnie. Leche ka. Magparamdam ka naman. Miss na miss ka naming lahat. May Friendster ka, may Friendster kami, magcomment ka. Haha! Thanks for the fun times and the crazy moments. Whenever you need me, I'm here. Love you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, kulang pa yung mga pinagsasabi ko to say how much I really am happy and thankful for having them in my life. I owe them a part of the person that I am now. Kung hindi ko sila nakilala, I wouldn't be like this. And everytime I reminsice all those moments that we had, be it fun or sad, I can't thank God enough for blessing me with such wonderful friends. Our memories are priceless. There's nothing more I could ask for except for a lifetime friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOGSLIIIII. Happy 1 year! Ang bilis ng oras no? Parang kelan lang nandun pa tayo sa walls, nagpipicture-picture, nag-eemote. Then we came up with VOGUEHZLEE nang dahil sa maruruming isip. Haha! Yung mga sensitive noon, naging polluted na din ang utak. Haha! Pero hindi lang naman karumihan ng isip ang naging foundation ng friendship natin. It was the care and lov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e that strengthened us. I never had such friends who could love more than you guys could. The best kayo. I hope and pray na sana, kahit uugod-ugod na tayo, wala  nang ngipin, at puti na ang buhok sa taas at baba eh tayo-tayo pa din. No other people could ever replace all of you. The day that we all got close was the day that I lost a worthless person whom I used to love very much, and God gave me you guys to show me that I deserve to be loved and cared for. And that's exactly what you all did. I LOVE ALL OF YOU SO, SO, SO MUCH! Cheers to an everlasting friendship. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SGJ0-LgKxyI/AAAAAAAAACM/65VPGfLieeI/s1600-h/1_576639290l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SGJ0-LgKxyI/AAAAAAAAACM/65VPGfLieeI/s320/1_576639290l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215859930036881186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VAGUNDA EXTENDS HER GREETINGS AND SHE WANTS US TO PAY HER A VISIT. IT'S BEEN AGES. :)&lt;br /&gt;&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/7686330179951632033-5858161315958493686?l=tintangmasarap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/feeds/5858161315958493686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686330179951632033&amp;postID=5858161315958493686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/5858161315958493686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/5858161315958493686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/2008/06/1-year-na-ang-bogsli.html' title='1 YEAR NA ANG BOGSLI. :)'/><author><name>ink monstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818413751655046880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTRpVeQMNI/AAAAAAAAADI/qZQN8WQJt4M/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SGJfJpQWnQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LS2_zzKjLfo/s72-c/547312171l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686330179951632033.post-4695728804966187568</id><published>2008-06-25T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T01:17:54.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAMAD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m275/pinkgoth_emo/cp%20pics/1_365903529l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 184px;" src="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m275/pinkgoth_emo/cp%20pics/1_365903529l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Kasalukuyang tinatamad at inaantok. Kaya lang kasi gusto ko magblog eh. Yun nga lang, I have no particular topic to discuss about. But what the hey, gusto ko magblog eh. Sa mga makakabasa nito, my deepest apologies for being nonsensical this time (at kelan pa nagkaron ng sense ang mga posts ko?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err. Ang pogi ko sa picture no? Mabait kasi yung kumuha ng picture na yan. Mahal na mahal ko siya but sadly, she can't read this. Sarcasm aside, mahal ko naman talaga yung taong kumuha ng picture na yan at yung may ari ng cellphone na pinagkuhaan ng picture, isama pa natin ang nagencourage sa dalawa na ituloy ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELAINE, MOOCHANG, AND DONNIE. MAHAL KO KAYO. And gaaah, I MISS YOU GUYS SO MUCH. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently listening to Oliver James' "Greatest story ever told". Mga 74913739074903x ko na ata siyang inuulit-ulit. Wala lang, I find the lyrics sweet kasi. Everytime I listen to it, there's this surge of calmness which suddenly evelopes me. Nakakarelax nga eh. Si Oliver James pala yung leading man ni Amanda Bynes sa What a girl wants. Kanina ko lang napagtanto. Here's the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;          Thank you for this moment&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta say how beautiful you are&lt;br /&gt;Of all the hopes and dreams I could have prayed for&lt;br /&gt;Here you are&lt;br /&gt;If I could have one dance forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would take you by the hand&lt;br /&gt;Tonight it's you and I together&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I'm your man&lt;br /&gt;And if I lived a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;You know I never could explain&lt;br /&gt;The way I lost my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;that day&lt;br /&gt;but if destiny decided I should look the other way&lt;br /&gt;then the world would never know&lt;br /&gt;the greatest story ever told&lt;br /&gt;and did I tell you that I love you&lt;br /&gt;tonight&lt;br /&gt;I don't hear the music&lt;br /&gt;When I'm looking in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;But I feel the rhythm of your body&lt;br /&gt;Close to mine&lt;br /&gt;It's the way we touch, it soothes me&lt;br /&gt;It's the way we'll always be&lt;br /&gt;your kiss your pretty smile&lt;br /&gt;you know i'd die for&lt;br /&gt;oh baby&lt;br /&gt;you're all i need&lt;br /&gt;And if I lived a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;You know I never could explain&lt;br /&gt;The way I lost my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;that day&lt;br /&gt;but if destiny decided I should look the other way&lt;br /&gt;then the world would never know&lt;br /&gt;the greatest story ever told&lt;br /&gt;and did I tell you that I love you&lt;br /&gt;just how much i really need you&lt;br /&gt;did I tell you that I love you&lt;br /&gt;tonight&lt;br /&gt;tonight&lt;br /&gt;And if I lived a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;You know I never could explain&lt;br /&gt;The way I lost my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;that day&lt;br /&gt;but if destiny decided I should look the other way&lt;br /&gt;then the world would never know&lt;br /&gt;the greatest story ever told&lt;br /&gt;and did I tell you that I love you&lt;br /&gt;just how much I really need you&lt;br /&gt;did I tell you that I love you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ganda no? Wala, share ko lang. I hope you guys were able to relate as much I did :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AY TEKA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing at Teentalk when I came across this thread entitled:&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/IntoxicatedShortstop/364933451/item.html"&gt; "THE SWEETEST BLOG ENTRY EVER"&lt;/a&gt;. Oh di ba, may -est na, may ever pa. So yeah, since I am a blog enthusiast, curiosity got the better of me and clicked on the link given at the thread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FELT NO REGRETS WHEN I DID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was indeed very sweet and touching but sad at the same time. Now I won't give out any spoilers. I don't tolerate laziness so go click on the link and read its contents. It somewhat reminded me of My Sassy Girl the movie, except that the sassy person is the guy. Ewan ko, noy exactly similar with MSG's story but I suddenly remembered it. CLICK IT, PLEASE. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, masakit na likod ko. Psno, naka-hunch ang likod ko. I must be going na din kasi, wala na kong masabi, this entry's getting mooooore boring. Sweet night and sweet dreams everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686330179951632033-4695728804966187568?l=tintangmasarap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/feeds/4695728804966187568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686330179951632033&amp;postID=4695728804966187568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/4695728804966187568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/4695728804966187568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/2008/06/kasalukuyang-tinatamad-at-inaantok.html' title='TAMAD.'/><author><name>ink monstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818413751655046880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTRpVeQMNI/AAAAAAAAADI/qZQN8WQJt4M/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m275/pinkgoth_emo/cp%20pics/th_1_365903529l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686330179951632033.post-8837734329122044355</id><published>2008-06-23T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T01:18:11.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WALANG KURYENTE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m275/pinkgoth_emo/cp%20pics/11112007247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 318px;" src="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m275/pinkgoth_emo/cp%20pics/11112007247.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Maraming salamat sa'yo, Pareng Frank. Kung hindi ka ddumating, malamang nian eh nasa school pa din ako at nabuburyo. Kung wala ka, malamang pinahiya ko na ang aking sarili sa badminton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERO HAYUP KA, PARENG FRANK. KUNG HINDI KA DUMATING,MALAMANG EH MAY KURYENTE KAMI SA BAHAY. DAHIL SA'YO, HALOS DALAWANG ARAW NA KAMING NAGDUDUSA SA KADILIMAN. SALAMAT, PARENG FRANK, DAHIL NAPAG-ISIP-ISIP MONG LUMAYAS NA DAHIL MADAMI KA NANG NAPERWISYO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Brownout sa'min di ba? Pano ko nakakapagcomputer? Hmmm. Uuuyy, may generator kami. Uuuuyy, ang dami kong perang pangrent. HAHAHA NOT. Andito ulit ako kina Memel, nakikigamit na lang ng PC dahil sa pesteng serbisyo ng Meralco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi man lang ba nila naisip na madami silang napeperwisyong tao? Tutal, alam naman nila kung saanang mga lugar na brownout eh pinagbuhusan nila ng oras na ayusin kung ano man yung mga nasira sa hagupit ni Pareng Frank na nagiging sanhi ng malawakang pagbrownout. Sumusweldo naman sila may kuryente man o wala eh. Malalaking tao na sila, unless they are too dumb to know what their job is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAY LIWANAG ANG BUHAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan pa naman ang ginagamit niyong tagline sa commercial. BULLSHIT. Nasaan ang liwanag sa bahay namin? Buti na lang nauso ang kandila at ginawa ni Lord ang araw. Kung hindi, all of us would be wallowing in darkness and find ourselves badly bruised the moment na magkailaw uli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana naman ayusin na. Nagbabayad naman ang mga tao sa kuryente. Madami mang reklamo eh nagbabayadpa din naman. Sana man lang inisip nila na mahirap mawalan ng kuryente at nakakasama ng loob na malaman namin na street nalang namin ang wala pang kuryente samantalang kaming mga nakatira sa commercial area ay nagbabayad ng malaki sa Meralco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I go home and still, wala pang kuryente, MAGWAWALA NA AKO. &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/7686330179951632033-8837734329122044355?l=tintangmasarap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/feeds/8837734329122044355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686330179951632033&amp;postID=8837734329122044355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/8837734329122044355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/8837734329122044355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/2008/06/walang-kuryente.html' title='WALANG KURYENTE.'/><author><name>ink monstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818413751655046880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTRpVeQMNI/AAAAAAAAADI/qZQN8WQJt4M/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m275/pinkgoth_emo/cp%20pics/th_11112007247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686330179951632033.post-6763531624196758603</id><published>2008-06-21T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:05:19.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUT OF SHEER DESPERATION.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SF0WaEqQT5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lvP9eOGZstg/s1600-h/1_718294006l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SF0WaEqQT5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lvP9eOGZstg/s320/1_718294006l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214348580748283794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;I am currently with Bebemel here in their house. We were supposed to have drinks but plans have changed so we decided to just bond and have fun. Our idea of bonding is watching tv and lying on the bed. Haha! Well, gabi na din kasi so there's really nothing much to do. Okay na din to kasi moments like these are rare. Hindi araw-araw eh nakakapagsama kami ng more than 10 hours kaya happy ako. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and, bagong pedicure ako yehey! I had my toenails painted frost pink and I love it. I'm planning to have my fingernails polished as&lt;br /&gt;well para terno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakamiss naman yung mga gantong moments. Yung tipong wala kang iintindihin kinabukasan kasi weekend. Nakakatawa nga eh, kasi nung bakasyon, I kept on wishing na sana magpasukan na kasi I was helluva bored na sa bahay. Pero ngayong pasukan na, tinatamad na ako. Hindi kasi ako makahanap ng motivation para pumasok unlike nung 1st year na kahit tamad-tamad ako eh hindi naman ako tinatamad pumasok kasi I know that whatever awaits me inside the classroom, my friends would be there for sure.  Kaya nga namimiss ko na sila eh. How I wish we were all on the same course kaya lang, hindi naman yun pwede kasi all of us have different goals. Elaine is taking up BS Biology, Moochang naman, BSE-English, Paula is on BS Computer Engineering, April; BCTHTIM, and Colleen is taking up BS Nursing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? All of us pursued completely different courses. Okay lang naman, kasi we don't share the same dreams. For now, I could only hope  and pray na sana, magkaron pa din kami ng free time to bond with each other. I miss everything about them and as I've said in my earlier posts, no other girls could ever compare. Too bad they can't read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun. Absolute randomness lang. Wala naman kasi talaga akong maisip na topic for this post, haha! I just wanted to update my blog everyday. Mahirap na, ilang beses na akong nagpromise ng ganun but I never had the chance to update my old blogs before.  Nakakadismaya kasi, hindi na naman ako nakasali sa Candy  Teen Blog Awards. I promised myself pa naman na I would join again this year. Unfortunately, napabayaan ko na yung blog ko kaya wala akong maipasok na entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaay. Bonding time na ulit. Bukas uli! Goodnight. :)&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/7686330179951632033-6763531624196758603?l=tintangmasarap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/feeds/6763531624196758603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686330179951632033&amp;postID=6763531624196758603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/6763531624196758603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/6763531624196758603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/2008/06/out-of-sheer-desperation.html' title='OUT OF SHEER DESPERATION.'/><author><name>ink monstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818413751655046880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTRpVeQMNI/AAAAAAAAADI/qZQN8WQJt4M/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SF0WaEqQT5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lvP9eOGZstg/s72-c/1_718294006l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686330179951632033.post-2470767496803891780</id><published>2008-06-20T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T01:19:59.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LINKED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m275/pinkgoth_emo/cp%20pics/P3260208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m275/pinkgoth_emo/cp%20pics/P3260208.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ang ganda ng picture, no? That was taken by my Bebemel at 4k Resort when we were about to go home after our block outing. It's a very simple pic, really. But this is proof that simplicity is beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have you ever tried to notice how everything in our life is linked? I mean, it's like a chain. They are connected to each other. There is relevance and if you lose even a single part of the chain, it would be be destroyed and divided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like life, kung hindi nangyari ang isang incident na yun, it would not have led you to where you are right now. So it's not really luck when something good happens to you, it's destiny. Which is why decision-making is very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aba. At nagblog ako tungkol sa buhay! Haha! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang, naisip ko lang yung mga nangyari sa buhay ko. Nakakatuwa kasi the more I think about it, the more I discover the purpose of everything that happens to me. Eto ikekwento ko. Pero, hindi ako magsisimula sa umpisa ha? Nakakaloka naman yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start at the part na I met Kris, a former suitor. And because he was very nice, naisip kong sagutin ko siya although hindi ko pa naman siya mahal. Desidido na sana ako nun but then I met Gzan. Dahil dun, I fell for Gzan and binasted ko si Kris. But then, things did not work well with Gzan, we broke up. At that time, someone was like, wooing me; James. He served as my crying shoulder and our phone calls became constant until he confessed to liking me. After a week or two, we became a couple. But James replaced me for someone hotter (haha!) which led me to being close with Voguehzlee and my other blockmates. A blockmate also confessed his deep feelings for me and became a suitor. Jeric then wooed me and we became a couple as well. And ugh, we also broke up. October, I met Samuel. Naging kami to my utter disbelief kasi gwapo siya and I didn't think na he would like me. But he was too immature and we have cultural and religious differences so we ended breaking up up. At that time, Barangay Elections na. I ran for SK Kagawad na muntik nang hindi matuloy kasi wala akong kasamang magfile ng Certificate of Candidacy. But on the very last day, sinamahan ako ng former SK Chairman namin so I was able to run. Iyak ever pa ang drama ko nun kasi I really wanted to be elected as one of the SK Kagawads since nagkamali ang Mom ko ng pagsulat ng Barangay. I was supposed to run for SK Chairwoman s akabilang barangay eh. Ayun, I had no idea kung sino ang mga ka-party ko until the first parade that we had. There I met Ian, Roummel, and Joey. Ian amd Joey unfortunately lost but Roummel and I made it for the SK Kagawad. Muntik na nga rin malaglag si Memel, buti na lang kinulit ko Mommy ko kasi if  ever, ako lang yung nanalo from a different party. At buti lalo, hindi nagshow up ang ka-tie ni Memel sa last spot. I was still longing for Sam nung naging close kami ni Memel. After some days, naging kami. At hanggang ngayon, kami pa din. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooh. Ang haba! Haha! May nagtyaga kaya? Anyway, nakakatuwa no? An event led to another event and so on. Kung bored kayo one time, try thinking about yours and you'll see how everything in your life is connected. ^^&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/7686330179951632033-2470767496803891780?l=tintangmasarap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/feeds/2470767496803891780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686330179951632033&amp;postID=2470767496803891780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/2470767496803891780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/2470767496803891780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/2008/06/linked.html' title='LINKED.'/><author><name>ink monstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818413751655046880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTRpVeQMNI/AAAAAAAAADI/qZQN8WQJt4M/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m275/pinkgoth_emo/cp%20pics/th_P3260208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686330179951632033.post-2298496494221225047</id><published>2008-06-19T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:05:20.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOCKSICK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SFnrqJn-neI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DV74fbEIDTg/s1600-h/1_772978168l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SFnrqJn-neI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DV74fbEIDTg/s320/1_772978168l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213457153028693474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Today is our 43rd university foundation day and I'm here at an internet cafe across Emilio Aguinaldo College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Did PLM skyrocketed and transferred beside the vicinity of EAC? Yes? Of course not. That's plain crazy! I'm here because I'm not having fun at school and I'm missing my 1st year blockmates so bad, I want to invent a time machine and relive our fun memories. But that, of course, is simply impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I don't like my MassComm blockmates. All of them are very nice and funny pero, iba pa din kasi yung 1st year blockmates ko eh. Wala pang 1 week super bonding na. Some of you might be thinking na dapat ako ang gumagawa ng way para makipagkaibigan, dapat ako ang nakikisama. Well, that's exactly what I've been doing for the past few days pero iba kasi talaga yung bonding and connivance namin noon eh. I mean, it's like, parang isang snap lang, nakapagpalagayang-loob na kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just can't help but think na, bakit kailangan pa kaming pagsama-samahin kung maghihiwalay din naman kami after a year? I'm not blaming anyone or anything, I knew this GenEd thing even before I got accepted at PLM pero, wala lang. Sayang kasi yung pinagsamahan. Kasi, new block, parang new life na din. We all have to start from the scratch and syempre, kailangan na namang makisama at makisalamuha sa ibang tao. I love having new friends, it's just that iba talaga yung friends ko nung 1st year. They were the best that I ever had and I badly wanted to see and hang out with them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my 1st year blockmates especially to the Voguehzlee girls, I miss everyone of you so effin much. No other people could ever compare to the fun times that we had. If it were not for you guys, I wouldn't have known the real essence and vitality of friendship. I love you guys, and I always will. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686330179951632033-2298496494221225047?l=tintangmasarap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/feeds/2298496494221225047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686330179951632033&amp;postID=2298496494221225047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/2298496494221225047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/2298496494221225047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/2008/06/blocksick.html' title='BLOCKSICK.'/><author><name>ink monstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818413751655046880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTRpVeQMNI/AAAAAAAAADI/qZQN8WQJt4M/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SFnrqJn-neI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DV74fbEIDTg/s72-c/1_772978168l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686330179951632033.post-5926361811034765730</id><published>2008-06-18T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:05:21.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIPAT-BAHAY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SFklX39tzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lNwo8iqrbuA/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SFklX39tzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lNwo8iqrbuA/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213239135748082754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Now that I finally mustered up enough sipag to edit my blogger template, it was then that I found the right time to move on to Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know, ako po ay loyal na miyembro ng Rakista blogs. It was there where I published my very first blog entry. Madami akong mga dramang ibinahagi doon kaya medyo masama ang hangin ng blog site ko na yun. I wanted to start from the scratch and hopefully, maging masaya na kahit pano yung mga posts ko dito although I know naman na unfortunate events are unavoidable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sino ang babaeng nasa litrato sa left side? MOI. Ako yan. Haha! That's my avatar at Candy Magazine's official forum, TEENTALK. I am encouraging everyone of you to join. Mapa-babae o lalaki, bakla, tomboy, alien, hayop...welcome kayo dito! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakalungkot mang sabihin eh wala na akong madaldal pa. I just hope that I'll be able to update this regularly kahit hagardness to the max ang schedule ko. I really missed blogging. Nakakamiss yung mga panahon na everytime I plant my ass on the chair in front of the PC, I am very eager and excited to rant and rave in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Have to go. Foundation Day tomorrow and we are REQUIRED to go to school at 7am. Can you believe it? REQUIRED. I thought Foundation Days were supposed to be freedom day as well! Eh may magagawa pa kaya ako? Masyado na akong nagpakita ng katamaran these past few days and ayokong ipagpatuloy to. Binoycott ko na ata halos lahat ng activities ng College of MassComm. Baka sipain na lang ako bigla eh, mahirap na. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blablablah. Kala ko ba tapos na ko magdaldal? Eto promise na. Have to go. :)&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/7686330179951632033-5926361811034765730?l=tintangmasarap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/feeds/5926361811034765730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686330179951632033&amp;postID=5926361811034765730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/5926361811034765730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686330179951632033/posts/default/5926361811034765730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintangmasarap.blogspot.com/2008/06/lipat-bahay.html' title='LIPAT-BAHAY.'/><author><name>ink monstress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818413751655046880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SKTRpVeQMNI/AAAAAAAAADI/qZQN8WQJt4M/S220/Image001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O76g99rkHs/SFklX39tzEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lNwo8iqrbuA/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
