<?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-6027119</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:22:49.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*ube jam</title><subtitle type='html'>*oh, the randomness.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halaya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027119/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027119.post-107260516572278667</id><published>2003-12-28T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T17:53:23.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;look at this&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from Friendster. Answer this about me if you're bored enough, and post it in my comments thing. Leave your email addy if you want me to answer it about you too, haha. =P&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Where did we meet?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Take a stab at my middle name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; How long have you known me?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  How well do you know me (a lot, not so much, nothing)?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do I smoke?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do I drink?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Whats my favourite colour?: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When you first saw me what was your first impression?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My age?: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My birthday?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Color Hair?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Color eyes?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Have you ever been jealous of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Whats one of my fav things to do indoors?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Do you remember the first things I said to you when we first met?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Whats my fav type of music?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Whats one of my fav things to do outdoors?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Am I shy or outgoing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you say Im funny HAHA or funny  (sarcastic)?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Would you consider me a friend?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Would you call me preppy, slutty, average, &lt;br /&gt;   sporty, punk, hippie, glam, snobby, or &lt;br /&gt; something else?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Have you ever seen me cry?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   If there were one good nickname for me, what &lt;br /&gt;  would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Are my parents still together?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  If I had broccoli stuck on my teeth, would you tell me?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  What do you think Ill be when I grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Who is my best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  What song(if any)reminds you of me?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Do I remind you of any characters on TV?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; If you could rename me, what would my name  be?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  What word do I say all the time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Is there anything youd like to say to me? &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  If I was in front of you right now, would you &lt;br /&gt; try to kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Would you get mad if I laughed at your face?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Would you get mad if I pinched you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Who do I remind you of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027119-107260516572278667?l=halaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027119/posts/default/107260516572278667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027119/posts/default/107260516572278667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaya.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107260516572278667' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027119.post-107221739698848655</id><published>2003-12-24T06:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T06:15:55.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Christmas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, &lt;i&gt;ang tagal na pala since I last updated.&lt;/i&gt; I always mean to update, but something will &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; come up, and I end up having to sacrifice blog updating time for something else. Awww. Isn't that sad. ='(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell are my last four entries missing??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's been good to me the past few months. Except for a few....yeah, here and there, life's been sweet. I was a miserable bitch up till December 9, now I'm completely at peace. Hmm. =P I should do that kind of thing more often, hahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I don't think I want to put how many months' worth of stuff down, so you'll have to settle with the past week:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;December 18, Thursday&lt;/b&gt; - What did I do here again? Ahhh. Christmas party in school. We covered our English teacher's car with balloons and a bear. She cried. We had the &lt;s&gt;lamest&lt;/s&gt; tamest Christmas party in the whole of High School. Sitting around in a circle, singing along to our Theology teacher's rendition of &lt;i&gt;Campanas De Belen&lt;/i&gt; on the guitar? No, not &lt;s&gt;lame&lt;/s&gt; tame at all. After that, I went to Town and hung out with Whyz and Paola until my brother came out of school.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;December 19, Friday&lt;/b&gt; - Was supposed to go out today, but didn't--something about wanting to "feel the Christmas break-ness" of it all.  Was bored out of my wits the entire day. No computer, no cellphone (my line had been cut off then). Talked to only Ther and Ysa the entire day. Things were better by nightfall. I got the laptop back, my cellphone line was back as well, and ended up talking to Ange around 9 pm (something I haven't done since forever). Also got to talk to Just (which is something else I rarely ever get to do, because he's always away). Ended up sleeping around 12:30 midnight.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I can hear &lt;I&gt;Noche Buena&lt;/i&gt; on the loudspeakers coming from the church. Haha, memories.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;December 20, Saturday&lt;/b&gt; - Ange convinced me to go out with her and Just instead of going out to EK with Adi and the others. Haha. =P It was great hanging with them, though. We were supposed to watch &lt;i&gt;Jeepers Creepers&lt;/i&gt;, but Just insisted on watching &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ELF&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and, spur of the moment thing, I decided I wanted to watch &lt;i&gt;ELF&lt;/i&gt; too, just to annoy Ange, and so we ended up watching it. Haha! I was laughing my ass off throughout the entire movie. Yeah, like an idiot. Oh well, at least I wasn't alone, Just thought it was fucking funny too. Ange was embarrassed to be seen with us. That's okay, we were only around fifteen people in the entire theater anyway. We walked around after, and......yeah. (Various parts have been omitted.) &lt;i&gt;Basta&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;laugh trip nalang palagi kung kasama mo yung dalawang 'to. Naks!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;December 21, Sunday&lt;/b&gt; - Tamer day. Went out with my mom and bought presents for the children. Haha. My nephew (9 years old) and niece (12 years old) came over. My nephew was sulking because he wanted a Beyblade or something. They ended up sleeping over as well. I fell asleep before they did, though.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;December 22, Monday&lt;/b&gt; - Played the PlayStation2 for the very first time! (We've had it for two-three years already). Played &lt;b&gt;Crash Bandicoot&lt;/b&gt;, and I'm fucking addicted. :-) Che came over after awhile, and we ended up making &lt;i&gt;tsismis&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;kwento-kwentohan&lt;/i&gt; while jamming. I can use an eggshaker properly now, by the way. Anyway, had lunch, and went out later in the afternoon, as I had been commissioned to buy my nephew's Christmas gift. Had a studio pic--me, Che, and my niece and nephew. haha. I look like a demon in the picture &gt;:-) We got my nephew's gift, and then ended up browsing through stores and stores and stores. My niece had more money than Che and me combined, and bought herself loads of good stuff. All I got to buy myself was creamy carbonara from Greenwich, and it wasn't even creamy. Was going to buy a black thong for ****, since that was all he could talk and talk about last Saturday.....haha (I didn't mention any names ;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;December 23, Tuesday&lt;/b&gt; - Last day before Christmas!! I stayed home this time, was on the phone the entire day. Also played Crash Bandicoot again--got 14 lives, haha, record!! (I miss the old days though, I used to get up to 30+ lives though I didn't need to, just for the heck of it all). I also got down to wrapping gifts for my mom, she's been on my back about it since the start of Christmas break. I also re-wrapped my gifts for her, my sister, and my brother--yes, I'm giving my brother a gift, I can't believe it myself--and they look prettier now. :-) That was the highlight of my day, ah yes, gift-wrapping.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what I've been up to. Okay. It's 6 am now. I've been up since 4:30 am, since I can't seem to get back to sleep anymore. It took me an entire hour to write this all down.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......I can't believe she slit her wrists. That's why I couldn't get to sleep. Not after reading the texts from Janz and Ysa. Now I feel sorry for her. Yeah, I don't really, exactly like her, but........yeah. You know. You don't really like the person, but when you hear about stuff like this happening to that person...you can't help but feel a tiny bit sorry for her. And I feel bad--I knew she wasn't okay, I knew she was all broken up and shit, but I didn't give a fuck and stuff, I just went on and whatever and.....yeah. Never mind. Don't know what I'm saying.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even sad, or angry, or whatever. I'm just.....shocked. At a loss for words. Okay, I think I'll stop my incoherent babbling now. At least she's in a hospital now. Yeah, like that'll help.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Merry Christmas to you, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027119-107221739698848655?l=halaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027119/posts/default/107221739698848655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027119/posts/default/107221739698848655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaya.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107221739698848655' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027119.post-106858410668234418</id><published>2003-11-12T04:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T04:56:31.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;miscellaneous&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been awhile since I've last updated, haha. Been busy with school and....stuff. Well, not really, just felt too lazy to come back here and type. :-) But type I shall, as I will not allow this blog to die! Haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...cut my hair last Sunday--well, a trim, but same layers, just that my longest layers are now just about an inch below my shoulder, not three or four or whatever. It's hardly noticeable though, as I have had layered hair for the past year now, and whenever you cut layered hair into layers again, people don't seem to notice because hey, they're layers all the same! Layers still look like layers anyway. (Do I even make sense here?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also made a slam book the other day...haha, because I found my old slam book from second year in my school bag, and me and some friends were looking through it, reminiscing...(" God, we sounded so stupid!" "The fuck did I write?!") Bwahaha. Hey, it was Physics! I got bored, so I made a new one. &lt;I&gt;Voila&lt;/i&gt;. Adi has it, and will be giving it back to me today. Hahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've figured out who I was in my past life. I was Alessio Di Amante, A young, spoiled Renaissance Lord (only twenty-four years old) who was a famous painter as well, known all throughout Florence. I was also the patron/lover of a musical boy genius :D What do you know? *evil cackle* I love yaoi. :-) I'd like to believe I was a pampered gay man in my past life :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Must write that down in scrapbook. Yes, memories.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, Physics homework. Physics is evil.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it...nothing to ramble on about whatsoever except for that...Oh, wait a minute, look what I found in my Italian-English Dictionary...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ate'neo&lt;/i&gt; - University&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about that? :D Spiffy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027119-106858410668234418?l=halaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027119/posts/default/106858410668234418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027119/posts/default/106858410668234418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaya.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106858410668234418' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027119.post-106828760773652844</id><published>2003-11-08T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T18:33:31.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Untitled&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on my first day of house arrest. Did nothing the entire day except watch F.R.I.E.N.D.S vcds, lounge around, feed puppies, eat, etc. Tried to play the piano, but wasn't in the mood to have anything to do with making music.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Aki also, after the longest time. It's strange, we hardly talk, but when we do talk, we start off from where we left off, and it's just like nothing's changed. She's been going through trying times though, and the only comfort I can offer her is my support, a shoulder to lean on. Nope, she hasn't lost everything, not yet. I'm going to make sure of that. :-) (Yeah, I know, I'm such a fucking good friend, aren't I? haha. I'm actually not, but I try not to be useless).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other matters...fuck it all, I'm trying not to let it affect me in any way, but it &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; affecting me. Of course it would. She was one of my fucking closest friends, and...&lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; happens because of &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;. I can't believe she let it stand in the way of our friendship. I am honestly very much fucking hurt, how can she turn her back on me, after all the shit we've been through? I fucking bared my soul to her, and okay, yeah, this happens. And she doesn't even have the decency to tell me, I have to learn about it from somewhere else. Fuck.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't blame her though, I knew how she was, the way she thought, but still, to think I trusted her, trusted her with my all...It hurts so fucking much when you lose a good friend. And now, all the more reason I have to practice my anti-authoritarianism.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, times change, and people change. Time to fucking move on. Goodbye, M. It's been real. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027119-106828760773652844?l=halaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027119/posts/default/106828760773652844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027119/posts/default/106828760773652844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaya.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106828760773652844' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027119.post-106824114681148241</id><published>2003-11-08T05:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T05:39:10.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Quizzes...and some&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss taking quizzes on &lt;A HREF="http://www.quizilla.com" target="_blank"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/A&gt;. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SuperCurlz/1059385856_CWINDOWSDesktopLotR.JPG" border="0" alt="CWINDOWSDesktopLotR.JPG"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lord of the Rings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SuperCurlz/quizzes/What%20movie%20Do%20you%20Belong%20in%3F(many%20different%20outcomes!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/novemberhorse/1047168468_esktopseer.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x874ba50)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Seer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/novemberhorse/quizzes/The%20ULTIMATE%20personality%20test/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;The ULTIMATE personality test&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on updating the day after--stuff gets so hazy though if it's the day after, can't remember much ='(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got our CAT written exams today, I passed! Bwahaha. That's all. It was low, but a passing grade nonetheless. I honestly expected to flunk it big-time--didn't know a thing, plus my head was pounding like anything, I would have left the entire test blank, but as usual, my conscience got the better of me. I more or less answered it for the sake of having something on that paper. God, &lt;i&gt;tsamba talaga ako ngayon.&lt;/i&gt; Thank you Lord. :-)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should be aiming for MUCH higher grades though....okay, next time around :-)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't go out the entire weekend--maternal unit will be in the beach till Sunday afternoon, high school reunion thing. She's leaving me in charge of the house (as she cannot trust my older brother to do this), therefore I:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Cannot go to the BREAK concert with Bianx, Ther, and Gians&lt;br /&gt;2.) Cannot have lunch with Bianx, Enzo, Erik, Bea and Marc&lt;br /&gt;3.) Cannot go to Adi's house and hang out with Ange, Just, Dek and........who again?&lt;br /&gt;4.) Cannot watch Matrix with Whyza.&lt;br /&gt;5.) Cannot go out. AT ALL. Period.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I sound sullen and resentful? I'm not sullen and resentful. In fact, I've made up my mind on as to what I can do the entire weekend now: I'm going to make a new musical arrangement for the Disney song &lt;i&gt;Circle Of Life&lt;/i&gt; (read: latest current obsession among us friends). Want to try and see if I'm up to the challenge. :-) So far, the only things I've arranged are church songs, Gregorian chants, SOME pop songs, little ditties, never up to big stuff like this. Wish me the best of luck. :-) That being my biggest project for the weekend, everything else is homework...schoolwork....oh, and college applications. Decided to apply for Benilde and UST as well, hellish.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am downloading Lion King songs off &lt;A HREF="http://www.kazaa.com" target="_blank"&gt;Kazaa&lt;/A&gt;. Bwahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/U/UnprodigalBoi/1047142375_musicebmaj.jpg" border="0" alt="eflatmajor"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Eb major - you are warm and kind, always there for&lt;br&gt;your friends, who are in turn there for you.&lt;br&gt;You are content with your confortable life and&lt;br&gt;what you are currently achieving; if you keep&lt;br&gt;in this state you will go far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/UnprodigalBoi/quizzes/what%20key%20signature%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;what key signature are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adi might drag Dek and company over here for a night of drinking. Hahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027119-106824114681148241?l=halaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027119/posts/default/106824114681148241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027119/posts/default/106824114681148241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaya.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106824114681148241' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027119.post-106815251670231931</id><published>2003-11-07T05:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T05:17:44.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Randomness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was uneventful the other day. Unless you count Bianca's being a total bitch (haha! I love it when my friends act like total bitches), a bottle of disappearing ink and......Friendster &lt;A HREF="http://www.xanga.com/jaesin" target="_blank"&gt;Jae&lt;/a&gt;'s bulletin board post. Nah, won't say it, poor baby. :-) Jae is getting popular in our class...*cough, cough*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;With the ancestry of Don Quixote&lt;/i&gt; It is a known fact that Aissa cannot cook to save her life. (Well, except for fried eggs and hotdogs, but even they get screwed up at times).  Despite that minor, ehrm, flaw, Aissa cheerily cooks like there's no tomorrow. Sometimes, she and her oldest friend and next-door neighbor, Krystel, like to get their heads together and think up something new to cook. Yes, good idea, no? Except for yet another minor flaw: Krystel has the same problem as Aissa when it comes to cooking. Yet, she too, cheerily cooks like there's no tomorrow. Ah, a disaster in the making, you think?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, both wanted pancit canton to eat, as there was no other "good" food in the house. (Krystel's house, I mean). So, out came the instant packs of pancit canton, and how puzzled the two were, as....well, let's just say Aissa has this penchant for cleanliness at the rarest times, and it just so happened that she felt like being clean at the time they needed the packages the most.  She lined up the silver powder-filled packages on the counter, laid out plates, laid the freeze-dried noodles atop them, and yes, she had thrown the yellow packages (along with their instructions) into a wastebasket, leaving both Krystel and Aissa lost and confused, noodles bobbing up and down in water on the stove. Not to worry, Krystel said, as she has watched other people cook pancit canton all the time, she knew what to do. Yes, I know too, Aissa echoed Krystel's (very much) daring cry. One should remember who these two are, after all. Nothing is ever what it seems to be with them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aissa insisted on opening the silver packages with powder and pouring it into the noodles-and-water mixture. That was how they got their flavor, she said.  Krystel shook her head. No, I think that's wrong, she countered. After bickering a few minutes more, they agreed to pour the powder slooowly into the mixture, so the noodles could absorb the flavor fully, instead of tossing it in all at once. So Krystel got a wooden spoon to stir their, ehrm, concoction, and Aissa poured the powder. Yes, slowly, very slowly. Krystel stirred it, very slowly as well. When that was all finished, they peered into the pot, and what they saw did NOT resemble pancit canton. What did it resemble, you may ask? It resembled hard noodles, clumped up powder, and water. Cold water, to be exact, which Aissa proved when she dipped a finger in to test. Further scrutinization revealed that they had forgotten to turn on the stove.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oo na&lt;/i&gt;, Adventures of Dumb and Dumber. Laugh all you want. :-) The weirdest things happen whenever I'm with that girl.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English character museum, elimination rounds today. Was patching up my Virgil costume before I started typing here. Wish me luck that I don't end up laughing like anything.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, that's it for now, I guess. Probably more when I get home from school, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027119-106815251670231931?l=halaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027119/posts/default/106815251670231931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027119/posts/default/106815251670231931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaya.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106815251670231931' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027119.post-106806508494371573</id><published>2003-11-06T04:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T04:57:19.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ramblings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Applaud, friends, the comedy is over." - Beethoven's last words&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man was sheer genius.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 8 musical influences:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Ludwig Van Beethoven (favorite piece of his: Moonlight Sonata, and I fail to remember the other one)&lt;br /&gt;2.) Nobuo Uematsu (favorite piece: Where I Belong)&lt;br /&gt;3.) George Gershwin (favorite piece: Rhapsody In Blue)&lt;br /&gt;4.) Elton John (favorite piece: Can You Feel The Love Tonight)&lt;br /&gt;5.) Andrew Lloyd-Webber (favorite piece: Music Of The Night)&lt;br /&gt;6.) Michel Schonberg (favorite piece: I Dreamed A Dream)&lt;br /&gt;7.) Frank Wildhorn (favorite piece: In His Eyes)&lt;br /&gt;8.) Ryan Cayabyab (favorite piece: Araw, Gabi and Tunay Na Ligaya. All actually)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beethoven was fierce, hot-tempered, rough, yet at times, he sported an unusually gentle demeanor (anyone who read &lt;i&gt;Cry To Heaven&lt;/i&gt;, don't you think Guido Maffeo would make a good Beethoven? haha ;P). The compositions he wrote, they reflected his inner turmoil, his anguish....ahh, his genius was the burden he had to bear. Whatta guy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't update the entire day yesterday, that's why I'm updating now. four-twenty four in the morning, chatting with &lt;A HREF=:http://atsuko_24.pitas.com" target="_blank"&gt;Che&lt;/A&gt;, who is amazingly, awake. Whether she is cramming or playing RO....haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found my Ayashi No Ceres &lt;i&gt;Celestial&lt;/I&gt; CD! Love the song &lt;i&gt;Scarlet&lt;/i&gt; (piano version). I got as far as the first half of the song when I first tried to learn it. Time constraints, maybe? Or was it I couldn't figure out the right placement of the chords? haha. I'll try to learn it again this year, when I find the time. (And I promise you, I always manage to find time to do all the wrong things, haha)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't always loved the piano. (Memories of me at five years old screaming as people are dragging me to piano lessons). Haha. We had a love-hate relationship. :-) When I turned 10...ah, that was when. It happened so suddenly...'twas a whirlwind romance, a tempestuous love affair...well, not really, it was more of a long-term relationship :-)  But it sounds better that way. bwahaha. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear my puppies groveling outside. They have this bad habit of hanging out by the patio doors (which open up from the dining room). They're quiet most of the time, stretched out on the floor, but when anyone passes by, they start whimpering and jumping up and down and looking so cute that I have to let them in.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am such a sucker.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! I got into &lt;A HREF=:http://atsuko_24.pitas.com" target="_blank"&gt;Che&lt;/A&gt;'s blog! finally!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I really love that &lt;i&gt;Lion King&lt;/i&gt; song, " Can you feel the love tonight....." haaaay. Don't know. Used to despise Elton John for being such a....well...but now, I'm in love with his songs. :-) wahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 5 favorite Disney Movies:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Lion King &lt;br /&gt;2.) Lion King 2 (Yes, I'm in love with it :P)&lt;br /&gt;3.) Pocahontas&lt;br /&gt;4.) Hercules&lt;br /&gt;5.) Mulan&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Disney. :-) Despite their satanic, perverted tendencies. (Don't ask).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027119-106806508494371573?l=halaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027119/posts/default/106806508494371573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027119/posts/default/106806508494371573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaya.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106806508494371573' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027119.post-106806385648504485</id><published>2003-11-06T04:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T05:35:20.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Surveys (oh no)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;do you bite your nails? :&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do, most unfortunately. Really bad habit. This explains why I hardly ever paint my nails.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;can you roll your tongue? :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;can you raise one eyebrow at a time? :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, unfortunately. Am I a loser if I say I try it all the time, but can never seem to do it?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;can you blow smoke rings? :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't smoke.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;can you cross your eyes? :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;colored hair :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, before, back in first year. I was in Bangkok and I was bored.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;tattoos and where :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tattoos. I've had hennas and those plastic ones though :-)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;piercings and where :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two piercings, one on each earlobe.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;do you make your bed daily? :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....not really, I tend to roll out of bed and get dressed for school right away :-) I do it on weekends, though.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;which shoe goes on first? :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I've never seemed to notice which shoe I put on first. I just jam both my feet into my shoes and go.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;speaking of shoes, have you thrown one at someone? :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yep, have thrown stilettos at my brother, and proud of it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;how much money is usually in your wallet? :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It depends on how thrifty I've been feeling the past few days, or on the occasion. It's Christmas season now, which means......yeah, no money. hahaha.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;what jewelry do you wear 24/7? :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None anymore.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;what's sexiest on a guy? :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His smile, the way his eyes twinkle. And a show of intelligence.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;what's sexiest on a girl? :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A show of intelligence.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;would you rather be on time and look ok or late and look great? :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, late and look great. :-)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;do you twirl your spagetti or cut it? :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I twirl my spaghetti! Ummm...I want spaghetti.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;how many cereals are in your cabinet :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two. We aren't cereal people.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;what utensils do you use eating pizza? :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends, if I'm in a formal atmosphere, a fork and a knife, if I'm just at home, bumming around with my friends, hands of course!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;do you cook? :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yep. No one said it had to taste good. :-)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;who is...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the make-up junkie?: ther! haha!&lt;br /&gt;2. the sports person?: hmm, toni or bianca :)&lt;br /&gt;3. the urban rebel?: kei.&lt;br /&gt;4. the artistic soul?: whyza.&lt;br /&gt;5. the playboy?: lyssa!! ;) &lt;br /&gt;6. the surfer dude?: lyssa!&lt;br /&gt;7. the girl-next-door?: adi! (haha bagay)&lt;br /&gt;8. the heartbreaker?: a lot of my friends are heartbreakers :)&lt;br /&gt;9. the band geek?: don't have any band geek friends.&lt;br /&gt;10.the band member?: krystel or just&lt;br /&gt;11.the genius?: kei&lt;br /&gt;12.the computer whiz?: feanne&lt;br /&gt;13.the cheerleader?: ther or nai come to mind (i don't care if chris is a cheerdancer too, i can just never see her in that light :P)&lt;br /&gt;14.the prom queen?: ngeck.&lt;br /&gt;15.the supermodel?: m-----. bwahahahaha (bongga ka 'day)&lt;br /&gt;16.most likely to become the next president of the country?: Maita! &lt;br /&gt;17.most likely to become a dictator?: still Maita! ;P&lt;br /&gt;18.most likely to become a cult leader?: KEI!! &lt;br /&gt;19.most likely to star on the cover of Playboy magazine?: hahaha! i'm not going to say anything.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.your best friend? : whyza.&lt;br /&gt;21.your funniest friend?: a lot! haha!&lt;br /&gt;22.your craziest friend?: JANINE!!! shit man! hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;23.your most dependable friend?: bianca! (bet you didn't know that, bwahaha)&lt;br /&gt;24.your most trustworthy friend?: whyza.&lt;br /&gt;25.your strangest friend?: damn, tough questions. all my friends are fucking strange. ;) &lt;br /&gt;26.your most mature friend?: umm. i'll get back on this ;)&lt;br /&gt;27.your most intelligent friend?: whatta demeaning question ;) hmm. &lt;br /&gt;28.your most "in-style" friend?: marvi!!&lt;br /&gt;29.your most morally intact friend?: MAAN!! she is the barkada's conscience. :)&lt;br /&gt;30.your least morally intact friend?:  kei!! haha!! &lt;br /&gt;31.your partner-in-crime?: THER!!! haha! from harassing people to harassing each other!! (not in that way people)&lt;br /&gt;32.your most artistically inclined friend?: a lot--whyza, lyssa, denma, adi, itchy...&lt;br /&gt;33.your bitch?: i have a lot of bitches &gt;;) HAHAHA what a question!!! HAHAHA!!!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.what friend do you find most interesting to talk to?: kei.&lt;br /&gt;35.what friend do you hang out with the most?: my friends in school and che. &lt;br /&gt;36.one you talk to the most?: whyza.&lt;br /&gt;37.one you talk to the most online?: ian, haha&lt;br /&gt;38.what friend makes you smile the most?: all my friends make me smiiiile :) (hahaha yuck)&lt;br /&gt;39.friend who thinks like you the most?: hm, i don't have any specific...mix ther, bianca and whyza.&lt;br /&gt;40.friend that you get along with the most?: whyza.&lt;br /&gt;41.friend that you clash with the most?: whyza...&lt;br /&gt;42.friend that you fight with the most?: whyza.&lt;br /&gt;43.friend that you miss the most?: jeffer! come back! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027119-106806385648504485?l=halaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027119/posts/default/106806385648504485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027119/posts/default/106806385648504485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaya.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106806385648504485' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027119.post-106806378539612038</id><published>2003-11-06T04:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T04:23:08.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Kabalarian Philosophy...and others&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Look at this. Some parts of it are eerily accurate.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of &lt;b&gt;Aissa&lt;/b&gt; has created a congenial nature with the desire to associate in friendship and understanding both socially and in the business world. Peaceful and settled conditions appeal to you and you are naturally desirous of having the security of a home, where your life could follow a definite pattern, and where you would not have to make major decisions. You find it difficult to take a definite stand, partly because you lack confidence, and also because you dislike any issues which create dissension between people. Procrastination is a weakness of your nature, causing an inability always to complete your plans or to concentrate for long. You need to see a concept presented completely in detail before you can understand it, and if you cannot understand it, you come to your own conclusion and often fail to listen to and reason out another's point of view. You resist being forced into change and could become almost impervious to new ideas. You desire refinement, understanding, and appreciation, yet sometimes &lt;i&gt;your outward attitude does not reveal your innermost feelings, and thus you have never felt truly understood.&lt;/i&gt; (So, so true).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your first name of &lt;b&gt;Bianca&lt;/b&gt; has given you a quick-minded, sensitive nature. It gives you a creative ability in art, music, singing, or fancywork and an appreciation for refined surroundings. Your sociable nature expresses affection, kindness, and thoughtfulness to the extent that it is difficult for you not to be affected by others and governed by your emotions, rather than by logic and reason. As you respond to love and encouragement from others, your romantic and dreamy nature can &lt;i&gt;easily lead you into love affairs&lt;/i&gt; (haha! layo!). Your desire for peace at any price can result in going out of your way to avoid arguments and confrontation or hurting the feelings of others. Also, budgeting can be a problem as you &lt;i&gt;enjoy spending money and can easily ignore being practical&lt;/i&gt;. (very true).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I'm an Aissa Bianca. I'd rather Aissa only though, as I'm not too keen on being called by my entire name. (Call me Bianca and suffer a horrible death). Whee. There. (go &lt;A HREF="http://www.kabalarians.com/index.htm" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/A&gt; if you're wondering what the hell this is).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying home today. Food poisoning. Fun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won the basketball game, 2-23. I scored 2 points, Toni scored 2, and guess who scored the rest. She's fucking good for a freshie, no? Though she likes to play hero most of the time, that I noticed as well. Teamwork, dearie, ever heard of that? You may be really good, but this isn't a one-man show. Nah, I'm not bitching at her or anything, actually happy she's on our team, we're winning like anything now. ;) &lt;i&gt;Viva la Lucas!&lt;/i&gt; hahahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday was a bitch. got 4 exams back (no, I will not even start on my grades, English was kinda good though), and well, yeah, yesterday was a bitch. My English teacher's seriously sick with cancer. She came to class with a 3M mask on (oh c'mon, after the Iraq war, I'm sure you know what that is), which, of course, set us wondering, then she told us she was wearing it not because she was contagious with some infectious disease (whoops, sorry Fr. Landy), but she had to wear it to protect herself from us, as her immune system was very low and not so, well, immune. And she went on to say her blood count was low after her last check-up, the doctor said she was seriously ill, but no, she felt just fine, what was he talking about? Then she told us not to worry, and to treat her exactly like how we had been treating her before all this happened, even if she was wearing the mask, even if her hair started to fall out, even if she started looking, well, a bit different...not to worry, she was assuring us, as she felt perfectly fine. It must be your prayers, she even said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She was smiling all throughout. Well, we couldn't see the shape of her lips, but her eyes were smiling. She didn't look as defeated as the mask should have made her look like.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My English teacher is one of the bravest, strongest women I know, next to my mother. (Yeah, surprising? I don't like my mother much, but I have to admit, she's very strong).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough said on that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh yeah. English, we're having a character museum (think wax museum, using real people) on Dante's &lt;i&gt;Inferno&lt;/i&gt; (Well, our group is). Guess who the all-knowing &lt;i&gt;Virgil&lt;/i&gt; is. *cough, cough*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. You &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; run away now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bwahaha. Now guess who Dante is.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, it's our friendly neighborhood anarchist &lt;A HREF="http://www.sugar-coated.net/kei" target="_blank"&gt;Kei&lt;/A&gt;. (NOW you should really run away).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will lock &lt;A HREF="http://www.sugar-coated.net/kei" target="_blank"&gt;Kei&lt;/A&gt; up in hell!!! :D no Beatrice for you, Dante! hahaha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, Christmas is coming. Haven't started on my gifts yet, I keep on changing my mind ='( why in ten hells was I born so indecisive???&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to start memorizing my &lt;i&gt;luwa&lt;/i&gt; poems. Noo. *feels pressure from all sides*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Such is life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027119-106806378539612038?l=halaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027119/posts/default/106806378539612038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027119/posts/default/106806378539612038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaya.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106806378539612038' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027119.post-106785053462245068</id><published>2003-11-03T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T19:46:50.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Post-sembreak&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back and I'm blogging. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The entire day started out crazily enough. Woke up around four-thirty (insomnia acting up again, the usual). Couldn't sleep anymore, so went online--okay, I admit, I was on &lt;A HREF="http://www.friendster.com" target="_blank"&gt;Friendster&lt;/A&gt; again, recently got re-addicted, haha. Felt all sluggish and lazy because, hey, c'mon, you call that a sembreak? &lt;i&gt;Four-day weekend&lt;/i&gt; would be a more appropriate term for it. I didn't even get to rest once, was on my toes the entire time--Halloween, cemetery hopping, family gatherings, etc. Didn't feel much like going to school, and was considering faking sick so I could stay home and bum around for just one more day, but my conscience got the better of me, and I got up from the computer to get dressed for school.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now, &lt;i&gt;Mondays&lt;/i&gt;. Mondays mean CAT (Citizen's Army Training) uniform, which means army gear. Took a bath, pulled on my standard issue Air Force pants, found my cap, got out my boots...and realized that &lt;i&gt;my CAT shirt was missing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I didn't really panic at first, as it was just six-fifteen in the morning, plenty of time to hunt for it (I still had to leave around six-thirty). Of course, I didn't take into account that I had to look for my Art project, look for my Economics index cards, look for the newspaper, and look for my English costume as well. So, as soon as I was able to hunt everything else down, it was six-twenty five. And my shirt was still missing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Long story short: Never found it, ended up leaving around six-forty am, wearing my Phys Ed shirt, and ended up going back twice to my house for my allowance and scissors. So I ended up officially leaving for school at around six-fifty am. And of course, I was still in my slippers. Not to mention my hair, which was still all mussed up. (I realized halfway through the trip that I had left my brush at home). And to top it all off, I was late for school, missed the bell by just a few seconds.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So there I was, all miserable, fighting my way through a throng of juniors as I headed towards the gym. It felt like the beginning of a horrible, hair-raising day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise, surprise. None of our teachers were present, except for Phys Ed and Theology. They didn't even bother coming to class anymore :) So, yeah, we didn't have a class the entire day. Ended up just killing time in the classroom (And planning for English, finally!) Haha. Glee Club was cancelled too, got home around four-thirty. And of course, no homework.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is goood. ;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball game tomorrow. Nervous--haven't been practicing any of my shots as I was suppposed to. Or my defense, or anything basketball whatsoever (read: too busy talking on the phone and surfing the net :P). Whoo. I'm keeping my fingers crossed, hope it all turns out well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the Halloween pictures already. Hey, they turned out pretty well. I LIKE THE MAKE-UP!! hahaha ;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't done anything creative lately, except for sing. Which isn't that bad, but I sing all the time, so what's the difference? Haven't written anything much. Or painted. Rrrarrr. Last time I checked, my muses were in Timbuktu. Hope they decide to come back soon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been trying to figure out how to change the color of my links. Somebody, help? Blogspot's html is enough to drive me nuts.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the TV. Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027119-106785053462245068?l=halaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027119/posts/default/106785053462245068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027119/posts/default/106785053462245068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halaya.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106785053462245068' title=''/><author><name>stripey scarf girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
