<?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-6564568529953883381</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:29:21.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>* Blurt the shits big *</title><subtitle type='html'>Sensible Shits</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-4108452058902420130</id><published>2008-03-10T11:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T14:47:00.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back for real. :D</title><content type='html'>Yeah. I'm back for real. Haha. Yes indeed! I'm kinda' lazy updating what's up coz yenno', my life's no fun at all. Talk about dealing with so many problems, problems that i don't ever wanna talk about. Haha. :D It's like crazyy. Tss. Haha. :D I almost gave up. Well, almost. :P I'm weak really, especially when it comes to fuckin' problems about love. Haha. Bullshitt. :D As i was saying, "WE" we're not really "OKAY". I mean, yeh we talk, we text. Haha. But what? It's all non-sense. That's how we were. WERE. Past tense. :P It's still on the process of again, &lt;u&gt;working it out.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pagod na kong magkuwento tungkol sa kasaklapan ng mga nangyari sa buhay ko. :P At ayoko na rin yun pag-usapan pa! XD Walang mangyayari kung pauulit-ulutin ko lang sa utak ko lahat ng nakikita kong problema/mali sa buhay at paligid ko. Wala naman akong magagawa eh. Haha. :D&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Bulag bulagan. Habaan ang pasesnsya. Ibigay ang lahat ng kayang ibigay. Sabihin ang dapat sabihin. Iparamdam lahat ng dapat iparamdam. Intindihin hangga't kayang intindihin. Ng sa huli, hindi ka makaramdam ng pagsisisi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no reason for us to hold back our feelings because of fear. Fear of rejection. Fear of being left alone. Fear of being hurt because of LOVE. Hence, we should still search for reasons to trust the one we love. And i say, the LOVE you share with each other is really enough, right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We have to ACCEPT the things that we CANNOT CHANGE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i strongly believe in that already. Certain things made me believe that this is &lt;u&gt;TRUE.&lt;/u&gt; Not all people are willing to change just for the one they love. Sickly, yes. Love is still ain't enough for a person to change his/her ways just to be better, and for the better. :(&lt;br /&gt;Let us be considerate. Think of what others might feel before you make a move. Think first and settle for the good. It's the best way to avoid hurting other people and making them feel &lt;s&gt;WORTHLESS.&lt;/s&gt; Or you'll suffer the circumstances in the end. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, I'm scared. Scared of losing this again. That it might not end up as what i always desired it to be. For it might still fall even if i'm gripping on it so tightly that my hands are about to bleed. But still, &lt;u&gt;my heart gives me many reasons to hold on even tighter.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not gonna give up that easy, i strongly believe that our love is meant to last.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-4108452058902420130?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4108452058902420130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=4108452058902420130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/4108452058902420130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/4108452058902420130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-for-real-d.html' title='Back for real. :D'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-3679951446125857948</id><published>2008-02-09T18:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T18:20:42.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys. Boys. Boysss. ;)</title><content type='html'>Guys, guys, guys. Or whatever you call them. HAHA. They're weird. ;3 ACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some weird facts about guys that we girls aren't aware of. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Guys hate sluts even though they have sex with them! (oh yeah..you're not "popular" if you've slept with more than 6 guys..you're a HOE)&lt;br /&gt;* Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, &lt;strong&gt;they always think about the girl they truly care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;Guys go crazy over a girl's smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;* Guys will do anything just to get you to notice him.&lt;br /&gt;* Guys hate it when you talk about your &lt;s&gt;ex-boyfriend or ex love-interest.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Boyfriends need to be reassured often that they're still loved.&lt;br /&gt;* Don't talk about your guy friends to your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Guys get jealous easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;* Guys are &lt;u&gt;more emotional&lt;/u&gt; than they'd like people to think.&lt;br /&gt;* Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?!..uh...nevermind.." would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;* Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.&lt;br /&gt;* A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;* Guys think WAY too much. One smallthing a girl does, even if she doesn't notice it can make the guy think about it for hours, trying to figure out what it meant.&lt;br /&gt;* Guys seek for advice from girls not other guys. Because most guys think alike, so if one guy's confused, then we're all confused.&lt;br /&gt;* When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me."&lt;br /&gt;* If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up.&lt;br /&gt;* If your best guy friend seems to avoid you or is never around when you're with your boyfriend, he's probably jealous and likes you.&lt;br /&gt;* When a guy tells you that you are beautiful, don't say you aren't. It makes them want to stop telling you because they don't want you to disagree with them.&lt;br /&gt;* When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking something.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;em&gt;Guys don't like girls who punch harder than they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;* &lt;em&gt;A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;* Don't be a snob. Guys can be intimidated and give up easily.&lt;br /&gt;* Guys talk about girls more than girls talk about guys.&lt;br /&gt;* Guys hate rejection, but they hate being led on even more.&lt;br /&gt;* If you are going to reject a guy, just do it. Don't say they are like a brother or just good friends, it just hurts even more. Tell them that you aren't interested in a relationship and they will respect you.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;em&gt;Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;When a guy sacrifices his sleep and health just to be with you, he really likes you and wants to be with you as much as possible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-3679951446125857948?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/3679951446125857948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=3679951446125857948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/3679951446125857948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/3679951446125857948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2008/02/boys-boys-boysss.html' title='Boys. Boys. Boysss. ;)'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-2917655945779860857</id><published>2008-02-09T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T17:23:45.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat my heart out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Updates up ahead. ;) &amp;amp;&amp;amp; a Taglish mushy  entry. HAHA. XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeh, I've been through hell of ups and downs lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Sigh* *Refreshes memory* *Memory lapses* LOL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the heck is the reason behind all of the non-sense fights we had. We're like crazy. Haha. &lt;em&gt;Away-bati ang drama&lt;/em&gt;. Suckerr. We're like the sweetest at the moment and the next thing you'll know, dead air will start kicking in out of nowhere. As in complete moment of silence. Irritating everr. Haha. Superr irritating. &lt;em&gt;Parang parehas kaming mawawlan ng gana na hindi ka din naman malaman kung bakit. Haha. Maraming nagbago, maraming nag-iba.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were the sweetest back then, when the two of us were just "friends". Before, we have a lot of time to be together, unlike now, many circumstances stands on our way. Sometimes i'm thinking that maybe the both of us are better of as friends. It sucks big but i know you can't blame me. Everyone will come to realize that if a relationship doesn't turn out very well even if you're both workin' on it, then maybe it's not meant to be that way. Maybe God has other plans, better plans, i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been through hell lately. Tsk. I even got &lt;s&gt;DRUNK&lt;/s&gt; for the first time. Haha. ;D LOL. Yes people. &lt;u&gt;January 29,2008.&lt;/u&gt; My first ever time to threw up and even pass out. ;D LOL. XD &lt;em&gt;Laftrip talaga.&lt;/em&gt; I received a lot of sermon from my bestfriend the next day. Haha. Tss. Silly biatch. Tsk. Sarap malasing. :P You'll be able to tell each effin people around you what you really feel. Haha. Nakakahiya nga lang when they'll tell you the stupid things that you did when you got drunk. &lt;em&gt;Matatawa ka na lang talaga. :D Enough enough of my katarantaduhan ok! :P Till our next tagayan. ;D LOL. XD &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the &lt;strong&gt;MAIN ISSUE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. We didn't totally broke up. But we ALMOST did. :(  It's the saddest part really. Tssk! We had lots of talks back then, make-up talks. Hehe. Well it worked, it worked for a couple of days and after that? &lt;em&gt;Away na naman&lt;/em&gt;. ;( Sino ba naman ang hindi magsasawa at hindi mapapagod? Diba? Hehe. But of course, you'd want to try and fix it up again. You'll do everything &amp;amp; anything right? That's what were doing all the time. But it seems like nothing's changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's our &lt;strong&gt;4th month&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday. ;) Haha. LOL. Well i told you, we're still together. Still hoping that everything will turn out good as what we always wanted. Let's make it for real this time dear. ;) Nag-usap na tayo haa. Haha!:D Tss. &lt;em&gt;Happy 4th sharing again twat! :D&lt;/em&gt; Haha. Be good okay. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ILY. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;P.s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to put a comment section on my entries. SOS people. ;D Thanks. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-2917655945779860857?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/2917655945779860857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=2917655945779860857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/2917655945779860857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/2917655945779860857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2008/02/eat-my-heart-out.html' title='Eat my heart out!'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-4685048839230753329</id><published>2008-02-03T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T22:36:20.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After 48 years..</title><content type='html'>Haha. I'm soo back. :) Being online is so on again dude. :) I'm still catching up with people on the world wide web. :) And what do you know, Friendster is getting worst than everr! Tss. I was just trying to upload a photo, 600Kb to be exact with it's size then suddenly i can't upload it coz it's too large daw sabi ng &lt;em&gt;gagong friendster&lt;/em&gt;. Duh?! It was just 600kb not 2mb. Haha. :D &lt;em&gt;Laughtrip chong, laughtrip.&lt;/em&gt; So, okay. I not gonna upload photos muna. Nabubulok na kasi friendster ko. Haha. I'm not able to update coz of internet access problems. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm back again to the onlining world. Haha. :D Whatev. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More updates to come. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Co-bloggers : Guys, thanks for all the messages on my cbox. :) Lovelove. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-4685048839230753329?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4685048839230753329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=4685048839230753329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/4685048839230753329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/4685048839230753329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2008/02/after-48-years.html' title='After 48 years..'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-6521823384311970542</id><published>2008-01-21T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T10:49:51.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kickin' shit.</title><content type='html'>I blogged. Okay i'm the loser. Haha. :D I'm still not able to blog things out. Stupid shit mutha fuck. HAHA. :D Sorry Sorry. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hell maaan. I'm still alive and kickin' shit. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just facing some stupid problems. But it'll be fixed soon. Hopefully. :3 Blahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neeways, no time to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back in a year twats. :D LOL. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-6521823384311970542?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/6521823384311970542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=6521823384311970542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/6521823384311970542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/6521823384311970542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2008/01/kickin-shit.html' title='Kickin&apos; shit.'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-852718240622579785</id><published>2008-01-10T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T11:27:23.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy na naman! Dapakk! :D</title><content type='html'>Huhu. Wala na namang internet sa bahay. &lt;s&gt;Puta!&lt;/s&gt; Whhooops! Haha. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go online and update. Geez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, to the people on my cbox, thanks y'all. Haha. Concern kayo? :P Kayo talagaaa. :D LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks thanks. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well sadly, we're still fixing up things. You know what i mean right? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go. Be back in a week or two. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More lovin. Haha. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-852718240622579785?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/852718240622579785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=852718240622579785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/852718240622579785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/852718240622579785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2008/01/busy-na-naman-dapakk-d.html' title='Busy na naman! Dapakk! :D'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-4469108196029295147</id><published>2008-01-05T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T16:31:03.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop the fuss. LOL</title><content type='html'>Whew! Few days to go and hell yeah! Back to college again. Haha. :D I'm not excited maan.&lt;br /&gt;You see? I'm cool. Haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been through lots of year ender effin problems yenno'. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Family, money and even problems with &lt;s&gt;LOVE.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Presence is really a big factor&lt;/u&gt;. Tsk. I really don't know what the hell is the reason why we always have something to argue and fuss about. Tsk. :( All i know is that there's really &lt;i&gt;something different&lt;/i&gt; now than before. Maybe it's because we're not able to see each other coz it's holiday season. Err. I really don't knoooow. And worst, there's no one to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for now, we're &lt;i&gt;cool.&lt;/i&gt; We're okay. :) Hehe. We've talked it over last night and i think that's it. No more fussin' and fightin'. Haha.  It'll do us worst if we keep on arguing about non-sense issues. Hehe. We're old enough to figure out what to do. Haha. :P Mature enough to avoid stupid fights. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyways, we'll always understand each other's short comings. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-4469108196029295147?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4469108196029295147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=4469108196029295147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/4469108196029295147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/4469108196029295147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2008/01/stop-fuss-lol.html' title='Stop the fuss. LOL'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-8899453806397874514</id><published>2008-01-03T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T15:33:20.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not yet to late to do this. :D</title><content type='html'>Yes yes! I'm back to life again people. :) I've been real busy lately. Oh well, holidays. What do you expect? :P Loads of plans all over. Tsk! Busyness busyness. Haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye 2007. It's been a great year for me. Many things were learned. :) Thank God! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior high-school days&lt;br /&gt;New friends&lt;br /&gt;Fell in love with a friend&lt;br /&gt;Love life&lt;br /&gt;Pig-outs with friends&lt;br /&gt;Major interest in playing drums and guitar&lt;br /&gt;Fought with friends&lt;br /&gt;Turned 16&lt;br /&gt;Waved goodbye to high-school days&lt;br /&gt;Graduated&lt;br /&gt;Entered college&lt;br /&gt;Learned how to be a little independent&lt;br /&gt;Got hurt and almost broken into pieces&lt;br /&gt;Gained new friends&lt;br /&gt;Still loving good old friends&lt;br /&gt;Realized that HE really deserves to be dumped big time and actually did it.&lt;br /&gt;Still laughing out loud&lt;br /&gt;Still loving all kinds of music&lt;br /&gt;Still the magulo and makulit as before and getting worst. :D&lt;br /&gt;Still open for some changes in myself that'll do me better&lt;br /&gt;Still working on my bratty attitude&lt;br /&gt;Still madaldal and lively&lt;br /&gt;Still understanding and open minded&lt;br /&gt;Still patient enough&lt;br /&gt;Still lazy&lt;br /&gt;Still appreciative&lt;br /&gt;Still speaking my mind&lt;br /&gt;First ever time to drink beer&lt;br /&gt;Met someone that made me feel really special. :)&lt;br /&gt;Loved socializing&lt;br /&gt;Loved college life&lt;br /&gt;Been into blogging&lt;br /&gt;Learned more about Photoshop&lt;br /&gt;Got interested in photography&lt;br /&gt;Had moodswings&lt;br /&gt;New relationship&lt;br /&gt;Loving each day with him&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed every new day and made the most out of it&lt;br /&gt;Encountered many problems but never gave up&lt;br /&gt;Still having good times and bad days&lt;br /&gt;Been the best person i can be for the people i LOOOVE. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good year, definitely. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping for more this 2008. :)&lt;br /&gt;I've got some list though. :P&lt;br /&gt;This year will be better, I'll be better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Improve my fucked up grades last sem&lt;br /&gt;Still looking forward to improving myself&lt;br /&gt;Still be the optimist person&lt;br /&gt;Be more confident&lt;br /&gt;Say NO to laziness&lt;br /&gt;Keep healthy&lt;br /&gt;Still be the good girl&lt;br /&gt;Still keep my slim fit body in shape. LOL. :D&lt;br /&gt;Avoid too much spending&lt;br /&gt;Go home early. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;Spend more time with family? Ack&lt;br /&gt;Party up with friends&lt;br /&gt;Still be laughing my ass hard&lt;br /&gt;Still be speaking my mind&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward for many years i spend with him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it's all &lt;u&gt;changing for the better right?&lt;/u&gt; :) I'm soo hoping for good things to happen this year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i'm all serious on this dude. &lt;u&gt;ALL SERIOUS&lt;/u&gt;. Haha. :D We'll see about that. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-8899453806397874514?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/8899453806397874514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=8899453806397874514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/8899453806397874514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/8899453806397874514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-not-yet-to-late-to-do-this-d.html' title='I&apos;m not yet to late to do this. :D'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-7841421563952625069</id><published>2007-12-24T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T21:26:02.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Christmas? Err.</title><content type='html'>Anyhow. Busy still. Tsk. Watta Christmas. Hell like. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone in the family passed away yesterday. ( Rest in peace )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shocking? Ye. And to think that Christmas pa. Gawd! Unlucky really.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ack. &lt;u&gt;Too much stress lately&lt;/u&gt;, what more could i ask for? Ang yaman ko sa problema ngayon. Hehe. No money. No new things. Haha. Tapos sasabayan pa ng mga away na wala namang katuturan ang dahilan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sino kayang matutuwa? Ikaw, matutuwa ka kaya? Haha. Palagay ko hindi rin. All you can do is just shut up and be it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes you can just accept what's happening and stop complaining. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyways, No time to talk about the annoying things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Few hours to go before Christmas y'all. Excited much? I can tell. Haha. :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;Happy Christmas people. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-7841421563952625069?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/7841421563952625069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=7841421563952625069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/7841421563952625069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/7841421563952625069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-christmas-err.html' title='Happy Christmas? Err.'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-8274862939472184700</id><published>2007-12-24T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T13:42:31.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Focken!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Current mood as of 1:23 in thee PM:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;Whacked. Badtrip. Pissed off.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Muthaffff***??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Eh ano ngayon?&lt;/u&gt; Tss. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friggin' sheesh! Im pissed off.  &lt;s&gt;Bwakangna!&lt;/s&gt; Hahaha. :D Excuse me bigtime. Just lemme release it. Haaa!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What the heckkk?? You're so getting on to my effin nerves again. Sorry I'm not on the mood to think that It's Christmas that's why we have to set aside our anger or whatsoever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I say:: SO WHATT???!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay. Breath in, Breath out. Full stop.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Easy..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Relax..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're sooo.. ____ :D Wahaha! XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-8274862939472184700?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/8274862939472184700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=8274862939472184700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/8274862939472184700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/8274862939472184700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/12/focken.html' title='Focken!'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-2999822787016128924</id><published>2007-12-21T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T01:58:37.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm still awake..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hehe. What? I can't sleep. Christmas break hits in. :) Yeeehoooo. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha. I'm remembering something..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Someone? ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay. G'nyt. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-2999822787016128924?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/2999822787016128924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=2999822787016128924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/2999822787016128924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/2999822787016128924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/12/ack.html' title='ACK'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-4115862094963809837</id><published>2007-12-19T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:44:23.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetest bestfriend. :)</title><content type='html'>Long and tiring ass day. Our exams ended up early. Haa! Weehoo. Went to Sm just to kill fuckin' time. Then what do ya expect? My bestfriend is there as well. Buying toys for his little pamangkins. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to play tekken sa quantum. Gawd! I was too hooked on that since yesterday. Pwaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nakakatuwa pa pag nakakalampaso ka ng boys na who's playing too. :D You won't know who's playing unless you'll stand up kasi harapan yung arcade. You can't see who's in front of you coz nakaharang yung screen. Haha. :D So i was playing right? Natatawa ako kasi natatalo ko sila and to think they're BOYS ha. Haha. Ang dami pang nanonood at our back. I remember na-perfect ko pa nga yung isa dun. As in na-k.o siya ng hindi man lang nababawasan buhay ko. HAHA. :D How's thaaat? :D (yabang?:P) I love the feeling. :D Napapatingin na lang yung mga nanonood samin coz nagugulat sila na babae pala yung kalaro nila. :P Nyahahaha!! :D Cool. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, enough of tekken. Haha. :P I don't know why the hell there's loads of people sa sm kanina. Oh, Christmas shopping perhaps? Ahh. I see. Everbody is already recieving their early pamasko and all. Haha. Ack! I'm so inggit. :( Ang dami kong kailangang bilhin. New phone, new earphone for my mp3, shoes, clothes, skinny jeans. Ack. How the hell am i gonna do shopping if i don't have money? Suckerr. Haha. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145683871835062882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/R2kkN-svgmI/AAAAAAAAAHs/wcyPrHoGTfg/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the sweetest ever talaga. Nag-fit ako ng blouse sa freeway and then i was like 'Whoa! Nice.' Haha. When i went out of the fitting room wearing the blouse..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan: Oh. okay yan ah. Bilhin ma na.&lt;br /&gt;Nica: Wala akong pera kaya.&lt;br /&gt;Carlo: Naks! Mga damit na trip mo ah. Sumbong kita kay tooot. :P&lt;br /&gt;Nica: Ano? Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Nica. No money. So hanggang fit ka lang for now. Haha. :D So we went na lang to the foodcourt to rest for a while. Haha. Then napunta na naman sa usapang damit. Gaaaah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nica: Dads ibili mo ko ng gift. Sapilitan. :D&lt;br /&gt;Carlo: Bibilin na nga nya dapat yung sinukat mo kanina.&lt;br /&gt;Nica: Ohh?! Talaga??&lt;br /&gt;Carlo: Oo kaya. Diba sabi mo kanina hindi mo mabibili yun kasi wala kang pera?&lt;br /&gt;Nica: Oo. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Carlo: Sabi kaya ni Dan. “Bakit ikaw ba magbabayad?”&lt;br /&gt;Nica: Wow naman. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;Dan: Oo totoo yun. Naubos lang kasi pera ko kakabili ng regalo para sa mga pamangkin ko. J&lt;br /&gt;Nica: Uy ha. Ang sweet. :) Haha. (Na-touched)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww. I so love my bestfriend. :P He’s the sweetest ever. :P I mean ye, We’re not able to buy the blouse but still I love his intention of buying it for me. :) Sweeeeeet. :)  Very sweet. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha. Love it. :) I think i don't need much luxuries as long as i have the people i love around like my best friend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-4115862094963809837?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4115862094963809837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=4115862094963809837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/4115862094963809837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/4115862094963809837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/12/sweetest-bestfriend.html' title='Sweetest bestfriend. :)'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/R2kkN-svgmI/AAAAAAAAAHs/wcyPrHoGTfg/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-5689413089468132699</id><published>2007-12-18T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T20:49:32.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who told you it's good?</title><content type='html'>And who told you that being an Unica hija is great?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for some, Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But for me?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Nooo. I don't think so.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder why I haven’t posted any entry about my parents ever since I started blogging? Well it’s probably because I’m not so close to my parents when it comes to my personal life. I mean ye, we do hang out and catch up with each other. They ask me how’s school, what’s up with me and how I’ve been doing during the week. Then I usually answer them casually. Like, “okay lang. Hehe” Yun lang. Simple noh? We do converse during meals and joke around but then there’s this something in me. &lt;em&gt;Naiilang talaga ako&lt;/em&gt;. We don’t talk about personal stuffs about me. Maybe I’m just uncomfortable with that kind of topic, and me, sharing it with them. Haha. I feel like I’m inside a box and I can’t show off the real “ME” whenever they’re around. I respect them but I must admit that sometimes I get too stubborn and I don’t listen to what the hell that they say. Hehe. Good girl! Tss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no. Don’t get me wrong. I’m the rebellious type who’ll slam the doors and scream at their faces everytime I get scolded by them. How the hell am I supposed to do that? I’m not even allowed to reason out or even explain my side. Personally, reasoning out doesn’t always mean that you’re answering them back in a harsh and bastos manner. Hey, you can still talk cool even if you’re reasoning out right? Agree? Haha. I do sometimes explain my side but still I’m the one who’s always wrong. Am I really? Or maybe they just couldn’t understand me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay. My friends would always say that. “ &lt;em&gt;Solong anak ka kasi. Intindihin mo na lang. Mahirap pero ganun talaga. &lt;/em&gt;“ I knooow right? Haha. I’m their only child for life and that’s already stuck on every vein that I have. My goodness. 16 na ako. I'm responsible enough! I know what’s good and bad, wrong and right and the true and false. Tss. They are soo effin strict. I mean c’moooon! No matter what I do, I’ll always go home to our house naman eh. Even on personal plans with my friends/blockmates I still have to ask for their permission and take note, they will have to agree first before I go out. Hehe. – Sa &lt;em&gt;Cavite lang lakad ko. Hindi ako luluwas ng Maynila. Haha. Ang sarap sabihin na ganun eh.&lt;/em&gt; LOL. :D&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I get too ashamed whenever that happens. When I was still on my high school days, ang daming beses nangyari yun sakin. Ahaha. You know the feeling that all of your friends are allowed to go out and hit the malls then you, you can’t go with them coz you’re not allowed to? Gawd! It’s unbearable. Haha. Nakakahiya at the same time. Tss. I haven’t even experienced the so-called “sleep over” at your friend’s house in my whole entire life. Hehe. Okay. Jologs na ako and baduy. Haha. :D If only I already have the money, I swear I’m gonna leave our house. Haha. Wtf?! Unlucky. I don’t have my own money that’s why I’m staying here for the sake of my studies. Hehe. There’s no other choice left right? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i'm an only child. But not the spoiled little brat who always gets what she wants. Never been. How i wish ganun na nga lang para i could say that swerte nga ang maging only child like what others say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;They have no idea what it's like..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-5689413089468132699?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/5689413089468132699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=5689413089468132699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/5689413089468132699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/5689413089468132699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/12/who-told-you-its-good.html' title='Who told you it&apos;s good?'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-1117249550383479372</id><published>2007-12-17T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:44:23.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy bee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeh. Busy bee indeed. Haha. Effin boring. I edited some pictures. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/R2ewdusvglI/AAAAAAAAAHk/RVOlhOWrjes/s1600-h/nheecaii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145275124092469842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/R2ewdusvglI/AAAAAAAAAHk/RVOlhOWrjes/s200/nheecaii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I obviously love aviators. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/R2epqusvgkI/AAAAAAAAAHc/eVD3t1iZ14U/s1600-h/DSC05251+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145267650849374786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/R2epqusvgkI/AAAAAAAAAHc/eVD3t1iZ14U/s200/DSC05251+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm not emo okay? :D Haha. Love this photo though. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-1117249550383479372?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/1117249550383479372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=1117249550383479372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/1117249550383479372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/1117249550383479372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/12/busy-bee.html' title='Busy bee.'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/R2ewdusvglI/AAAAAAAAAHk/RVOlhOWrjes/s72-c/nheecaii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-8961151641623762983</id><published>2007-12-16T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T13:39:21.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Effin globe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ang cool talaga ng GLOBE&lt;/em&gt;. Yes, very! I mean they ended their unlimited texting service ( i don't know what the fcuk is the reason) while everyone else in their network were ecstatically exchanging greetings of "merry christmas in advance" and usually asking each other like, "lapit na pasko, regalo ko?" I can't believe it! They ended their unlimited services at this time of the year. Sucks! How the hell am i gonna talk to my friends. Duh?! Haha. And worst, how the hell are we gonna send sms to each other? effin globe. Tss! I can seriously rant about this the whole day. No kidding. Haha. I'm obviously pissed. I know other globe subscribers are pissed off too. Haha. Bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i'm gonna leave my mobile alone and hit my books. Tss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's our prelims tomorrow. Imma update sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace. **&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-8961151641623762983?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/8961151641623762983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=8961151641623762983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/8961151641623762983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/8961151641623762983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/12/effin-globe.html' title='Effin globe!'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-4347312985002928929</id><published>2007-12-15T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T21:00:39.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up? Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's up now? I know christmas is seriously fast approaching. Gawd!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But why on earth that i could not even FEEL it? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-4347312985002928929?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4347312985002928929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=4347312985002928929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/4347312985002928929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/4347312985002928929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/12/whats-up-christmas.html' title='What&apos;s up? Christmas!'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-1455103339262003160</id><published>2007-12-09T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T20:31:36.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate it. :3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;Haha. Badshitt! I hate it! That effin SUCKS. Pwaha. :D&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/6564568529953883381-1455103339262003160?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/1455103339262003160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=1455103339262003160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/1455103339262003160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/1455103339262003160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-hate-it-3.html' title='I hate it. :3'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-2375470643699306547</id><published>2007-12-08T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T20:04:28.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bad. Really. XD</title><content type='html'>I think i'm goin' bad. Haha. Well you know, i'm currently in a relationship and then i do silly things that he doesn't know. *grins* I mean c'mon! I'm supposed to tell him everything that i do right? That's the least i can do to be labeled as &lt;u&gt;good&lt;/u&gt;. Haha. :D But then i'm still not able to tell him everything. Shame. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is that, I'm always going home late. Blaah! Haha. &lt;em&gt;I'm sorry na nga eh. :D &lt;/em&gt;haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna make it up to you. Good girl. :D haha. :P Promise promise. LOL. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodthing you have loooong patience for my bratty attitude. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunch of thanks for that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still guilty. Haha. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 2nd month. :) &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ILY. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-2375470643699306547?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/2375470643699306547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=2375470643699306547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/2375470643699306547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/2375470643699306547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-bad-really-xd.html' title='I&apos;m bad. Really. XD'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-2522577585749382160</id><published>2007-12-06T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T21:33:47.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mobile phone broken. Great!</title><content type='html'>It has been a long while again since i blogged. Long while? did I just said LONG WHILE? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Exagge. XD And the shameful part? There's lots to blog about but then i got sick of browsing the internet. :D As in i'm bored checking out my accounts and even blog. :D Oh my geez. &lt;em&gt;Sickness struck me again.&lt;/em&gt; I'm going home late, I'm always tired and i'm feeling stupid. And tomorrow i'm gonna die. XD LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough NON-SENSE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. There's one really big hit thing that happened just this week. Curious eyy? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;MY MOBILE PHONE GOT BROKEN.&lt;/span&gt; How cool was thaaat? Or should i say, how fucked up was thaat? HAHA. Reason? Well, my cologne got spilled on it and when i saw it? It's all soaked up with cologne. :D And mind you people, it smells good though it's broken. :D I was devastated. I don't know if i'm gonna go hysterical screaming or just strangle the neck of the suspect. XD [ Yeh, i'm soo not the one who broke my phone. Haha. :D I'm not mad. It's not her fault anyway. She just used my cologne and didn't noticed that she's not able to close it properly. Boohoo. Poor phone. ] I can't even believe it! &lt;em&gt;Ginagamit ko yun nung umaga at ang ayus ayus pa nya&lt;/em&gt;. Then what? This shit happened. Screw that! It sucks. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;Is it an EARLY CHRISTMAS GIFT specially just for me?&lt;br /&gt;Good grieve! I soo loved it. Thanks. :)&lt;br /&gt;( THANKS MY ASS! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now guess who's to the rescue? :D None other than my ever loving, most loved bestest friend in the whole wide world. :D He made me use his spare phone. N3310. :D &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;HUWATDIPAK?&lt;/span&gt; XD I was so laughing my head off when i told him what happened to my phone and i'm gonna borrow his spare. HAHA. :D Weeehooo. :P &lt;em&gt;Pang-kas kas ng yelo.&lt;/em&gt; :D Kidding aside people. :P You know, i'm still grateful. :D HAHA. :P I can't live without my mobile as much as i can't live without HIM. LOL. :D Blaah! I bet y'all know what i'm talking about here ye? :P Pwaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry for being crazy. Ain't my fault you know! :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna demand for a new phone. :D HAHA. It's christmas people. Anyone wanna give? :D LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s&lt;br /&gt;My phone's not broken at all. It's LCD is broken and i think magagawa yun sa repair shop. PWAHA. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-2522577585749382160?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/2522577585749382160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=2522577585749382160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/2522577585749382160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/2522577585749382160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/12/mobile-phone-broken-great.html' title='Mobile phone broken. Great!'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-1309004436772738503</id><published>2007-12-01T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T21:14:27.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day-out galooore.</title><content type='html'>Total &lt;strong&gt;DAY-OUT&lt;/strong&gt;. :D Pwaha. :D I went out to meet up Jinnie and Che at school. :) We’re up to doing our homework at the library and that homework needs to be done by Tuesday. Blaah! We’re too prepared, Haha. Oh well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good girls + Good students = US. :D &lt;em&gt;( Yeh right! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us = Tamad to do homework and hurrying our asses off to go straight at SM Dasma? &lt;em&gt;(Yeh. RIGHT. :D)&lt;/em&gt; As in &lt;strong&gt;TAMA&lt;/strong&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! And that’s exactly what we did. Well anyway, our homework is not hard naman, All we have to do is just look for references in the internet,books,newspapers aand periodicals. Reference materials that are related to our topic in ENGL102.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. :D Goodthing! Our topic is just about starting a small business or tips on how to start a small business. :) Yaaah. Too easy right? :D haha. XD There’s lots and lots of books that discusses such things in our topic. So no sweat. Cool. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached SM. First thing we did? EAT EAT and EAT. :D We’re too starving already. Haha. :D I’m ate too much maan. Haha. Good at least. :D Coz I need to gain some weight you know. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m depressed. :( why? Coz I can’t go shopping. I’m brroooke. DUH! Haha. And I’ve seen too many fab finds at the mall. TSK! How unlucky. :3 I’m up for new clothes and new jeans. :) Whew. Jinnie and I agreed to save money and do nothing more but to save save and save up more. That means that there’ll be no more street foods galore after classes. :( Boohoo! ( Goodbye kwek-kwek and I’ll see you soon. :3 ) Haha. :P We’re actually daydreaming about pampering ourselves one of these days. I mean you know, shopping,new haircut or super food trippin’. :) Haha. It’s a deal though. That’s why we’re saving up &lt;strong&gt;MONEEEYY&lt;/strong&gt;. O’ryt? :P&lt;br /&gt;Stores and botiques, watch out coz we’re gonna be back bigtime. :D HAHAHA. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about kakikayan? My gawd. I swear I’m gonna point all my fingers to Jinnie. HAHA. :D She’s like this. “ Ugh! Gusto ko magpakulot Nica. Look! Ang ganda oh.” She’s referring to those at the dept. store. The ones who sell iron curler/straightener in one. And they offer free service sa buhok mo para you’ll be able to see the oh-so girrlyy result on your hair if you’d buy their product. So I’m like “Cge lang. Hintayin kita. Wala naman tayong magawa eh. HAHA.” She’s giggling and mind you, giggling while looking at the mirror the whole time. TSS. &lt;strong&gt;VAIIIN!&lt;/strong&gt; :D So I grabbed her mirror and said. “maya ka na magsalamin para suprays ha? Pota eh! :P” And I’m like looking at her laughing coz the person who’s curling her hair is like irritated at her coz she’s too magulo and hindi mapakali sa upuan. HAHA. :D Sabi ko, “Pssst tumigil ka nga! (pointed at the man curling her hair using my nguso) badtrip tol. XD” She’s like “Oohh?!” with matching irap. :D Haha.XD Irritated na yung bading sakanya kasi ang gulo nya and sinaway na sya di pa rin natigil kakagalaw. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuya: Miss Jinnie, dapat magpa ayus ka and then magpapicture. Ang ganda ng curls bagay sayo. Me: Oo nga. Kaya lang waka na tayong pera ryt jinnie? XD&lt;br /&gt;Jinnie: naku kuya oo nga! Sayang talaga. :(&lt;br /&gt;Kuya: Dapat magpa make up ka. Tignan mo sya (pointing at me) ang ganda ng ayus kahit walang make-up. At ang hair, rebonded.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Whaaat? Noo! Natural straight yan kuya noh. Haha. muka bang rebonded? TSK!&lt;br /&gt;Jinnie: Onga kuya. Ganyan talaga buhok nya. Haha. XD Hindi rebonded yan.&lt;br /&gt;Kuya: Ah talaga? Ang ganda pala noh? :)&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Jinnie: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How’s that?My hair’s rebonded daw. Haha. :D Sorry it’s naturally straight since birth. Bwahaha! XD Finally! They’re done curling Jinnie’s hair and OMG, she looked more pretty. :)&lt;br /&gt;Bagay skanya. :P HAHA. :D I’m like her p.a and she’s the artista. HAHA. :D Whoa. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pretty good time spent with Jinnie seriously. :P We actually lost track of the time. TSK. I've gotta go home before dark coz i'm told to do so. Hehe. :) I'm being polite now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make bawi to &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; okay? :)&lt;br /&gt;XOXO baby. :D Lovesloves. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to our so called "pampering day out" haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;I love Jinnie. :) she's my opposite alter ego. :D Love heerrrr. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PPS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, you! Tsk. Cheer up please? I'm not gonna leave you and i know that you know that sweets. No need to worry much okay? I'll stick to what i told you. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See you on Monday dude. :) ILY. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PPPS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? haha. :D No more. I'm gonna watch PBB. Mariel's leaving the house. Saaad. &lt;em&gt;*sniffs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-1309004436772738503?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/1309004436772738503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=1309004436772738503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/1309004436772738503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/1309004436772738503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-out-galooore.html' title='Day-out galooore.'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-8508218141076205899</id><published>2007-11-30T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T21:56:12.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm waay too stressed out this past few days. I mean you know, from school till the matters of the heart. Tss. :( Stressing. ACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm gonna do a recap na lang of what i remember. :D Cool? Whatever! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;School's way to stressing. Especially our physical science course subject. Our professor gave us too many short quizes/seatworks/long quizes in just a week or two. WTF? Haha. I can't even believe it. But i still admire her thought. :) Coz of her, I'm kinda' liking Chemistry for the first time. :D &lt;em&gt;Ang talino nya and ang dami niyang alam.&lt;/em&gt; My gaaad! And everytime she talks i can't help but listen to what she's saying. HAH! :P &lt;em&gt;Andami ko na ring natutunan sa kanya. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finally got the fuckin' chance to drink a &lt;strong&gt;BEER&lt;/strong&gt;. :D haha. :P We went to West wind in Villa Isabel and there, there, we drink,drank and got &lt;strong&gt;DRUNK&lt;/strong&gt;. :D Kiddin' baby. :D Naka-isang baso lang ako ng &lt;s&gt;red horse grande&lt;/s&gt; na inorder namin. Haha. such a weakling. :D but what? i don't drink naman kasi eh. I was just urged to do so because of what happened which you'll be reading in a little while. :D I'm telling you, hindi ko nagustuhan lasa ng beer. Haha. :D but they told that it's only coz it's my first time to drink that. So it means that if i'll try it once again it'll taste good na? XD Let's see 'bout that! LOL. :D (uh oh. someone will get mad.) Haha. :P Seriously?i didn't liked it. Nuff said. :D I'm a good girl. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love issues? Hell! Haha. :D So ye, we fought and we didn't talked to each other for like 2 days? Fuck thaat maaan! And to think about it, we're both on the same block and then nakaya namin yun? I don't know what the hell just happened to us coz all of a sudden we just didn't talked. TSS. Annoying really. And then i see him na it's like nothingto him and whatsover like he doesn't care and all. Tsk! :( Talk about &lt;strong&gt;PRIDE&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pride? is that a big issue? I mean does it make any sense? Since then i have this OWN point  of view that pride is soo not important when love/friendship is concerned. right? agree? haha. or is it the other way around for you? i hope NOT. :( I wish not. :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know what? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ILY. :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And i can't say anything more but that. :) Thank God,&lt;strong&gt; BATI NA TAYO. :D&lt;/strong&gt; Wipeee. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still would want to change things that needs to be changed seriously. Haay. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-8508218141076205899?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/8508218141076205899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=8508218141076205899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/8508218141076205899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/8508218141076205899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-waay-too-stressed-out-this-past-few.html' title=''/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-6969789450200150538</id><published>2007-11-25T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T17:50:19.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ERR.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;BOREDOM&lt;/em&gt; eats me up. And i can't even think of a way on how to spend my time productively except write here on my oh-so precious bloggy blog blog. :D But wait, I don't know what the hell to write. And please, no random thoughts again. &lt;em&gt;NOT AGAIN. XD &lt;/em&gt;Haha. But what? I can't help it. My bad! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i did today was just time-wasting. I surfed the internet the whole day i guess. HELL NO! But ye, i did. :D HAHA. :D I blog hopped and jumped from one site to another. HAHA. I invaded someone else's friggin' privacy. LOL. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering actually on how to personalize my blog? GAAH. :3 i want to personalize my blog template. But how? haha. WEIRD. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the weather? HAHA. i love it. :) Cold and windy. Makes me again and again, strangle myself to sleep. HAHA. :D I woke up so late coz of the weather. I thought it's still early but whan i checked out my mobile, it was already 12nn. HAHA. :D How's that? LAZY. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gawwdd! My brain's not functioning properly. I need to be recharged. HAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i hope there'll be classes tomorrow. &lt;em&gt;*crossed fingers*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-6969789450200150538?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/6969789450200150538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=6969789450200150538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/6969789450200150538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/6969789450200150538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/11/err.html' title='ERR.'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-121293402224463356</id><published>2007-11-24T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T22:52:55.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LSS and all that!</title><content type='html'>LSS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" And i feel you now, i'm not alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll always know where you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When i see myself &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll always know where you are"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always know where you are - John Rzeznick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maan, It goes round nd around my head all the time! Talk about suffering from an LSS. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-121293402224463356?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/121293402224463356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=121293402224463356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/121293402224463356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/121293402224463356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/11/lss-and-i-feel-you-now-im-not-alone-ill.html' title='LSS and all that!'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-6726227265493612287</id><published>2007-11-20T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T14:19:17.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RECO. :)</title><content type='html'>Oh my gracious! :P Our recollection was much more like of uhh, whatt?! roller coaster ride? haha. :D I must admit that i'm not the religious type of person so i'm like "Uh, what are we gonna do? Pray the whole entire day? Blaah!" It's much fun staying inside the bus at makipag-kulitan sa mga blockmates ko. But i really have no choice right? so there. Let's just see what'll happen next. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast with my 'mates. :) Ayun na. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a mass with the whole lotta people. :D We're mixed with different sections pala. Also with higher levels. Hehe. :D Then some people are just starting to make a scene you know, to be noticed. TSK! I pity for them. I was sitting infront of my mates and those freaks are sitting at their back. I just glanced at the mirror for just a few sec and then my mates heard those girl&lt;br /&gt;say, "Anu ba naman yan. Pok-pok naman oh! " I was unaware actually that those bitches are talking 'bout me. Haha. :D Then i heard someone called my name, i turned back and asked if they called me and they said "NO." Then they heard those girls again saying "Sorry, hindi ikaw yung Nica na tinatawag namin feeling mo ikaw? " Actually, my mates told me the whole thing after the mass. Then i was like. " Talaga?! what's up with them? even use the word pok-pok while hearing a mass? tsk tsk! SHAME ON THEM! " And the funny thing pa ha. Yung pang-asar nila pang-elementary ah. Bwahaha. :D "Sorry di ikaw yung tinatawag namin. Feeling mo ikaw?" DUH! what the hell? Haha. :D i looked at their freakin' faces an i noticed that tad tad sila ng kolorete sa pagmumuka. Now tell me, sino mas pok-pok samin? HAHA. :D Alright, enough of the non-sense. XD Honestly, they gave me something to laugh about. XD HAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Insecurity really kills. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now on with the real thing. We we're first taught about what's our purpose there or how will the whole thing change our lives or our personality. My gawd, I then realized that this recollection really is a big thing. It has it's purpose and it'll help us kids to realize things that needs to be realized. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACK! i'm too tamad to kwento eveything that happened. XD Basta basta. I remember something kasi. GRR. haha. XD whatever. But seriously, i cried. XD hahaha! natatawa lang ako sa sarili ko eh. I'm so touched kasi at one part of our reco. Awww. :') We hugged each other and tapped each others back. Aww. :) Super drama na ewan! HAHA! :D i love my mates though.:) And he hugged me first while whispering " &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ILY&lt;/span&gt;. :) " haha! :D maluha luha ako amp! Sweet pa din kahit di ko siya pinapansin nun umaga sa bus. HAHA! Sorry tol. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it all up, Ang cool ang reco namin. :D haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for photos? Check out my multiply na lang. I'll upload it there whenever i gathered the kasipagan. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-6726227265493612287?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/6726227265493612287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=6726227265493612287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/6726227265493612287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/6726227265493612287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/11/reco.html' title='RECO. :)'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-3496303604517945663</id><published>2007-11-19T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T21:52:19.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excited ey? :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;RECOLLECTION TOMORROW. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be in school at 6:15 in the friggin' morning. ACK. Too early. I need loads of sleep pa naman. Tss! Well anyways, I'm gonna sleep early tonight. :) &lt;em&gt;Para more energy mas happy. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Whateverrr! XD I'm quite excited though, just quite. Hehe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I'm a little exhausted today. Gaahh! :3 I need to rest na. haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna upload pictures of our RECO tomorrow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, I'm gonna hit the sheets. :) G'nyt! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-3496303604517945663?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/3496303604517945663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=3496303604517945663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/3496303604517945663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/3496303604517945663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/11/excited-ey-d.html' title='Excited ey? :D'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-5940766824425749753</id><published>2007-11-18T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:44:24.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VANITY and nothing else. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;To start this non-sense entry, I'm so beginning to notice that i'm really becoming vain. MY GAWD. Haha. :D Look closely folks. I hate to admit it but ye, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;VAIN AKO. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/R0A2Wxv-OhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/SntvFhpb910/s1600-h/vanity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134163340141935122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/R0A2Wxv-OhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/SntvFhpb910/s320/vanity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134159410246859266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/R0AyyBv-OgI/AAAAAAAAAHM/sW66FZstAT0/s320/DSC05007+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;P.s: Photos are already edited. :) Blaah. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now tell me who's vain enough to pose in front of the camera like these? haha. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANY COMPLAINS? XD&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/6564568529953883381-5940766824425749753?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/5940766824425749753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=5940766824425749753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/5940766824425749753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/5940766824425749753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/11/vanity-and-nothing-else-d.html' title='VANITY and nothing else. :D'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/R0A2Wxv-OhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/SntvFhpb910/s72-c/vanity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-4590693853917853654</id><published>2007-11-17T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:44:28.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodtimes with them. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday was quite stressful. Coz of our swimming. BLAAH. :3 'Twas fun though, haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;So right after our dismissal, me and HIM decided to go to my BFF's house. :D I mean, my bestfriend's house.:D It's a cool place to chill in really. Nice and cozy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we got there, initial reaction was: "Wow. Nice room. :) with our pictures all over the place. :D" Haha. Well you know, we're bestfriends. :P It's normal. :) &lt;em&gt;Andaming pictures. &lt;/em&gt;Pictures of our &lt;em&gt;tropa,&lt;/em&gt; HAHA. :D SWEEEEEET. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soo love his room. :) Feeling na naman ako, pahiga higa na lang kami sa kama niya. Haha. :D Sarap. :P I missed playing PS2, so i played my all time favorite game. Haha. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We shared lots of stories, past relationships issues, whatevers, asaran and everything. :) I loved it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're so laughing our asses out. HAHA. :D Crazy. It's nice coz at least, my bestfriend and HIM are actually cool with each other, i can see it. :) Haha. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;And here's some picshoors of me and him. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Rz7eMRv-OeI/AAAAAAAAAG8/T8PWfU5YOmo/s1600-h/1_662276000l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133784927753353698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Rz7eMRv-OeI/AAAAAAAAAG8/T8PWfU5YOmo/s200/1_662276000l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tulog-tulugan. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Rz7dehv-OdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/dDGMsaCIFNA/s1600-h/1_907172995l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133784141774338514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Rz7dehv-OdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/dDGMsaCIFNA/s200/1_907172995l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm the boyfriend. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Rz7cyhv-OcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/xMp_-5P6XeA/s1600-h/1_965242309l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133783385860094402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Rz7cyhv-OcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/xMp_-5P6XeA/s200/1_965242309l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How sweat. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Rz7caRv-ObI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ZmZx3Fo1kUI/s1600-h/1_986260228l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133782969248266674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Rz7caRv-ObI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ZmZx3Fo1kUI/s200/1_986260228l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Rz7cHBv-OaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ZhfSspY5K1g/s1600-h/1_737145806l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133782638535784866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Rz7cHBv-OaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ZhfSspY5K1g/s200/1_737145806l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Itsura mo tol. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Rz7bcBv-OZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ixrpZ_Otx3U/s1600-h/1_360925589l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133781899801409938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Rz7bcBv-OZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ixrpZ_Otx3U/s200/1_360925589l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cge na nga sweet na nga tayo. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA. :D i love our pictures. We look hilarious &amp;amp; sweet at the same time. :) Yii. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BTW, I'm the boyfriend nga pala noh? haha. :D *pogi pose* :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;THE SWEETEST. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Rz7apxv-OYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nRTn9Cp7MZo/s1600-h/1_823826924l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133781036512983426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Rz7apxv-OYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nRTn9Cp7MZo/s200/1_823826924l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lovers. :P WAHAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Rz7aKhv-OXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LVrDp-OydTk/s1600-h/1_462782595l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133780499642071410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Rz7aKhv-OXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LVrDp-OydTk/s200/1_462782595l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bagay. :P PWE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Rz7Z2Rv-OWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xEQD7TtTidA/s1600-h/1_270501511l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133780151749720418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Rz7Z2Rv-OWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xEQD7TtTidA/s200/1_270501511l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How sweet. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could i say anything else? :P Ang sweet nila. :D HAHA. :D laughtrip amp. Si dads parang nandidiri na ewan eh. :D Anyways, i love them both. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;BONDING, BEYBEH! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Rz7XwRv-OUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qJcC-2bJVVQ/s1600-h/1_866474121l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133777849647249730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Rz7XwRv-OUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qJcC-2bJVVQ/s200/1_866474121l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. Monster ako. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Rz7XcRv-OTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fkJjLHjv_3g/s1600-h/1_709354282l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133777506049866034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Rz7XcRv-OTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fkJjLHjv_3g/s200/1_709354282l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ayan! nakiss na ko. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Rz7W7Rv-OSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/6ZfCDzigQUc/s1600-h/1_741060580l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133776939114182946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Rz7W7Rv-OSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/6ZfCDzigQUc/s200/1_741060580l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ay! Wala akong kiss? di ako natutuwa. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Rz7WHBv-ORI/AAAAAAAAAFU/u9vP7oxjPP0/s1600-h/1_303850653l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133776041466018066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Rz7WHBv-ORI/AAAAAAAAAFU/u9vP7oxjPP0/s200/1_303850653l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caloy:wag mo ko titigan.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Rz7VZhv-OQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QYwpmp1wKC0/s1600-h/1_262847399l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133775259781970178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Rz7VZhv-OQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QYwpmp1wKC0/s200/1_262847399l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Moment. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133773331341654242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Rz7TpRv-OOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RjmAk_l6VRc/s200/1_129371528l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. bonding. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133774117320669426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Rz7UXBv-OPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/oFwiok_V6Qc/s200/1_219987528l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cutest. :P *ngusooo* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG! This photos made me laugh my ass hard. :D Look at my face, di ko alam kung anu gusto ko iparating. :D Kinahihiya ko sarili ko. :D AHAHA! Naaawww! Who cares? :P I'm not bothered anyway. :) It's what i do to have a good hard laugh. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it obvious? We soo had fun. :D HAHA. :P I'm happy. :) I'm glad. :P Yeh, right. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: It's free to laugh at our photos. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-4590693853917853654?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4590693853917853654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=4590693853917853654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/4590693853917853654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/4590693853917853654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/11/goodtimes-with-them-d.html' title='Goodtimes with them. :D'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Rz7eMRv-OeI/AAAAAAAAAG8/T8PWfU5YOmo/s72-c/1_662276000l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-3276699525263516629</id><published>2007-11-16T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T22:02:42.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's a few. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;What now? I ain't blogging. Haha. DUH! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wanna know why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;Here's WHY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm soo lazy to check my accounts, maybe coz my sched is just fucked up. I'm at school the whole day and i've got no time to face my laptop anymore. BOO. And whenever i arrive at school quite early, I strangle myself to sleep. ACK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm getting sick of what's up on friendster and multiply. :D I don't really know why. HAHA. Weirdness. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There's really lots of things that's going on or has been going on with me. Good and not so bad. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm all focused with everything. School,studies,&lt;em&gt;tambays&lt;/em&gt;,LOVE? haha. :P Whatevv! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I can't think anymore. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Want more updates?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay then. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;School's waaay better than GREAT. :) I love my 'mates, they're just crazy like bullshit and i love hanging out with them. Tambays and whatsoever. You know that right? :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some are just being annoying as always. Hehe. Well, i've know idea. TSK.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BOYS BOYS BOYS! Irritating. Plus they're making him feel irritated. XD PEACE. :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swimming course? FUCKER! then a 1 hour break? And a 3 hour subject after?! It's so much of an hassle really. Think of it. GRRREATT! Just grrreatt. Tss.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Funny! I'm swept off my feet everytime i remember IT. Haha. :D OMG! Superr sweetness. Btw, it's not all sweetness. We had some fuss throughout the week but not so serious. Haha. &lt;em&gt;Ang babaw&lt;/em&gt; ng reasons. Errr. Boys? jealousy? girls? HAHA.XD It's waaay to shallow to talk about seriously. :P It's too hilarious! I mean, we argue coz we love each other eh. HAHAHA. :P The sweet part pa is that hindi namin matiis ang isa't isa. HAHA. Cheesyy. XD I love it though. :) But still no need to argue right loves? :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anywaaay, Happy happy. :) I'm so lovin' my lifey. Makes me wanna sing my heart out. :P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-3276699525263516629?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/3276699525263516629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=3276699525263516629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/3276699525263516629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/3276699525263516629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/11/heres-few.html' title='Here&apos;s a few. :)'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-4325253905048172965</id><published>2007-11-11T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T21:22:29.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm the school girl again. Haha. :D I'm busy busy again. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mygawd! i want to blog. i want i want! Haha. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i don't know what the hell to say. Suckerr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nagsisisi ako at hindi ako nagpagupit ng maikli. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. Gawd i'm becoming vain na talaga. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So whaaatt?! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know i know. I'm silly.  :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tss. Sorry. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-4325253905048172965?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4325253905048172965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=4325253905048172965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/4325253905048172965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/4325253905048172965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/11/whats-this.html' title='What&apos;s this?'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-4473071733548210506</id><published>2007-11-08T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:23:51.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st sharing. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;First sharing. &lt;/span&gt; and effin &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a month already. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say seriously. I know i'm good when it comes to expressing my feelings but now? what the heck? i don't know what happened to me. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is just too overwhelming that i can't even go into details and spill out everything that happened. It's the sweetest gesture ever. :) It really really made my heart melt. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gawd, cheesy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything. Long patience and for understanding my short comings. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ILY. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I guess i'm just.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;INLOVE&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-4473071733548210506?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4473071733548210506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=4473071733548210506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/4473071733548210506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/4473071733548210506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/11/1st-sharing-3.html' title='1st sharing. &lt;3'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-49471879336928460</id><published>2007-11-07T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T10:49:19.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classes starts TODAY!</title><content type='html'>Yeh! My classes starts today. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEEHOOO! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad coz finally i`ll be busy again. HAHA. ;D Well atleast there`ll be something more better to do than to waste my oh-so precious timey! ;D Yeah! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, there`ll be no long &amp;amp; boring days again forr me. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'll be seeing my `mates again! GIMIIIK! haha. ;D But i'm broke, suckerr!&lt;br /&gt;Neeways, i'm just happy people. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i'll be seeing him na. ACK! *excited* haha. ;D&lt;br /&gt;So ye, my classes starts at 1:00 pm. My gawd, how i hate my scheddy. Boohoo for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta go &amp;amp;&amp;amp; fix up. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'm outta here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-49471879336928460?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/49471879336928460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=49471879336928460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/49471879336928460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/49471879336928460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/11/classes-starts-today.html' title='Classes starts TODAY!'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-1454406257156482111</id><published>2007-11-06T17:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T17:17:27.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/3a3Q_8uxxj/aus=false/' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/3a3Q_8uxxj/aus=false/'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The song that STUNG me. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-1454406257156482111?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/1454406257156482111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=1454406257156482111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/1454406257156482111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/1454406257156482111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/11/addicted.html' title='Addicted.'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-5580345145383402482</id><published>2007-11-05T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T21:33:18.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSTED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My gawd! Internet connection is friggin' WHACKED! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; i'm pissed off! Sucker!&lt;/strong&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/6564568529953883381-5580345145383402482?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/5580345145383402482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=5580345145383402482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/5580345145383402482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/5580345145383402482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-gawd-internet-connection-is-friggin.html' title='BUSTED!'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-9068656578913324714</id><published>2007-11-04T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T21:17:05.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdest. ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE WEIRDEST CONVERSATION. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Bati na tayo? :s&lt;br /&gt;HIM: Di naman ako galit eh.&lt;br /&gt;ME: Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;HIM: Wala naman dapat ipagsorry.&lt;br /&gt;ME: Di ko alam sasabihin ko eh, kaya sorry na lang. ;3&lt;br /&gt;HIM: Ganun? Sorry din. ;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whaha. ;D What’s up with thaaat? Ang dalawang wirdo nagusap na naman. ;P We had a small fuss kasi kagabi. Haha. ;D naku! Tampururut. ;D Pwaha! Ye, really! We had tampuhan, small tampuhan lang naman. He’s like nanglalambing na then I was like nagsusngit pa. ;D WHAHA. ;D So i ended up making lambing to him the next day. Pwaaaa. Haha. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naku! It’s a wreck on my image. ;D HAHAHA! ;D I’m not the sweet girl pa naman! ACK! ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-9068656578913324714?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/9068656578913324714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=9068656578913324714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/9068656578913324714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/9068656578913324714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/11/weirdest-d.html' title='Weirdest. ;D'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-4976414661004934314</id><published>2007-11-03T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T21:15:10.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need.. what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;What do I need?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good grades is a must baby! I tell you, I’m all serious now with regards to my studies. (dati kasi hindi. ;D) haha. ;P I don’t wanna speak of it! I`ll be doing it. ;) COOL. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr, I need money? Haha. ;D sorta’, ye. I badly need it. I`d rob a bank for it. ;D Pwaha. ;P I want to buy loads of new stuff. Money is of course needed. BOO. ;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get in touch with my friends. Highschool friends. I miss themmm! I don’t know where to find those kids but I surely would love to see them again. ;) Awww. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DSL/broadband internet connection! OH YEAH! It’s superr duperr badly needed &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I’m telling you, I`d go insane without it. :P&lt;br /&gt;Kiddin’. But really! I need it, I talked to mum and dad about it and they’ll figure it out if it’ll still fit on their salaries. Haha. ;D&lt;br /&gt;HOW I WISHHH! ;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photoshop lessons? HAHA. ;D Yep! I want new things in photoshop, I mean I want to learn new stuff. ;) May alam naman na ako but I would be happier if I will be able to discover new skills. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New songs in my MP3. YESSS! I`d kill for new songs! Haha. ;D Any genre will do. As in anything! I listen to any kind of music naman so it’s not a problem with me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep? NAWWW. I overslept this sembreak. ;P haha. ;D I don’t have puffy eyes anymore. HOORAAY. ;D Well, quite. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIM? Haha. ;D linchak ayan na naman ako! Nakaw! ;P&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, he makes me really happy kasi. ;) goodthing we’re both on the same block.&lt;br /&gt;LUCKY US. ;) We’ll be seeing each other almost everyday. ;)&lt;br /&gt;I need to be with him na. ;D Duh cheesy! HAHA. ;D enough enough! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s:&lt;br /&gt;No need for new haircut, I had it done yesterday. ;) COOL HAIR. ;) haha. ;D silly.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, still no photos! BOOHOO BIG! ;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-4976414661004934314?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4976414661004934314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=4976414661004934314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/4976414661004934314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/4976414661004934314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-need-what.html' title='I need.. what?'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-2653881403087750843</id><published>2007-11-03T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T18:14:23.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Update. ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Update Update!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracious! Was I busy! &lt;strong&gt;NOOOT!&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. ;D I am just goofing around as always. :P I haven’t done anything good this sembreak. Geez. I was like, Surfing the internet – surf – surf – sleep – surf then watch t.v. Or I’m texting – texting – sleeping then texting again. Fuckerss! Tss. All the while I thought being online almost everyday would be the best thing to waste time with. HECK, I was wrong. It’s turning out to be boring as well. Nakakasawa na. It’s not that I’m lazy, talagang nakakatamad na. Haha. :D  I want some new hobby. Could somebody please get me a new hobby?!&lt;br /&gt;Thankss! ;D Same as photoediting, nakakatamad na, ACK! Hehe. ;D Hay. * If only I could say what’s irritating me * I’d better keep my mouth shut or elssse. ;) Mwahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously now, haha. ;D Classes are just about to start &amp;amp; I have to be more serious on this now. So ye, no screwing around for me,seriously. ACK! I know I can do this, yep yep, I CAN! ;) I’ll aim for all good grades maan. I’m not hitting any shit anymore. As written on my past entries, I have a failing grade. Tss. Math. I have to take it again this coming summer along with mathematics of investment. WTF? Summer is supposed to be my full time pahinga period. Then I have classes? BULLSHIT! haha. It’s irritating to imagine. BTW, it’s my fault so blame me big time. Boo. Tss. ;3 &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CONCENTRATE &amp;amp; FOCUS&lt;/span&gt;, okay? COOL. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling jologs. Haha. ;D weird! Coz I haven’t uploaded new pictures here &amp;amp; on my multiply for like ages. I really need to upload the pictures that we took on October 19th. Tangina nabulok na yung pictures eh! Mwaha. ;D I apologize for che,jinnie &amp;amp;&amp;amp; popoy. I’m too lazy to upload. Boohoo! Sorry kayooo. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m thinking random. Bwissett eto na naman ako. Haha. ;D I want to read a book so that I can improve my vocabulary. ;) Oh ha, bangiss! Pwaha. :D I’m reading the dictionary actually if there’s nothing left to do. Ang galing. I tend to browse it’s pages then after some few minutes, Voila! New words have entered my brain. ;) Tska it’s better than to copy some other person’s way of talking or writing. TSS! Hampangeeet! You`ll sound odd I tell you. Especially if you’re obviously not talking like that eversince then all of a sudden, Poof! You’re sounding stupid na! Whaha. ;D And I’m telling you, mas bagay satin magsalitang kalye kesa mag-ingles ng hindi mo naman alam pinagsasasabi mo. What? Haha. ;D Pasensya umandar ang pagka-keen observer ko. You think you’re cool? My! Think AGAIN! Haha. ;D Ang jologs grabe. Tapos the words that you’re using is not even appropriate to what you’re saying. Horrible! Haha. ;D Di ko lang talaga maiwasang mairita. Yun lang naman. Ang jorlogg! Bwahaha. ;D Ako ngayon tuloy ay nawawalan na ng ganang magsulat gamit ang salitang Ingles. TSK. Ayoko ng magsalita pa at baka kung ano lang ang masabi ko. ;] Isang bagay lang. HINDI BAGAY SAYO ANG JORLOGSS MO. Ayan. Tapos na ko. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a new haircut. I’ve been ranting about this for months now and still I haven’t decided whether I’m going to get my hair done or I`d still wait a little while for it to grow longer before It`ll be cut. Coz I’m after this hair style eh. Haha ;D it’s hard to explain how it looks like but it looks good really. Haha. ;D I’m obviously excited to have a new look. Mwaha. ;D&lt;br /&gt;And I’m thinking also about having my hair trimmed shorter, as in it’ll be short. Ye! Super new look. Oh well, it’s just a thought anyway. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love? Haha. OMG! I don’t wanna talk about it. ;P Kiddin’. Haha. ;D I don’t want to be cheesy sleezy but maan, here I go again! Haha. ;D &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;INLOVE?&lt;/span&gt; Haha. ;D you figure it out yerself. ;) hmm hmm hmm. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-2653881403087750843?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/2653881403087750843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=2653881403087750843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/2653881403087750843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/2653881403087750843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/11/ang-update.html' title='Ang Update. ;)'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-4906231973621731555</id><published>2007-10-30T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T12:17:34.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ACK!</title><content type='html'>BE UPDATING SOON. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-4906231973621731555?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4906231973621731555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=4906231973621731555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/4906231973621731555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/4906231973621731555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/10/ack.html' title='ACK!'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-3672947627718175189</id><published>2007-10-29T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T18:49:38.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 hours enrollment. ;3</title><content type='html'>Me, Chels &amp;amp; Dan all went to school to enroll. We decided to go there early to avoid any hassle that’s why we left here at around 6:30 am I guess and we arrived there at 7:00 yata. So it’s a bonding time again with my bestest friend, JORDAN. Haha. ;D We thought everything will just last a few hours but when we saw the line of loads and loads of people on the cashier, ah sabi sayo, nagkatinginan na lang kami at parehas nawalan ng gana. Whaha. ;D Hay naku talagang pila yun nakakatae. HAHA. ;D We waited – waited and waited longer til we felt like craving for something to eat so we had brunch at the square canteen. ;) We had loads of talks and catching up with each other. We’re like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAN: alam mo si TOOOOOT TOOOT TOOOOT?&lt;br /&gt;ME: Oh? Talaga? ;D wahaha. ;D&lt;br /&gt;DAN: ahaha. Tuwang tuwa ka na naman! ;P&lt;br /&gt;ME: Muka ka kasing gagu eh. :P&lt;br /&gt;DAN: LECHE! ;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Alam mo ba TOOOT na ni TOOOOOT. ;P&lt;br /&gt;DAN: kelan?! Ay nakakainis ka di mo sinabi sakin agad. ;(&lt;br /&gt;ME: Sira! Sayo ko nga ‘to unang sinabi. :P personal pa oh ha. ;D&lt;br /&gt;DAN: Sus! ;P papauntahin mo sya dito! ;P&lt;br /&gt;ME: Tae ka. Di ko alam kung makakapunta sya. ;3&lt;br /&gt;DAN: text mo!. ;P&lt;br /&gt;ME: haha. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang saya. ;) Nakakapagod tumawa ng tumawa at magkwetuhan ng magkwentuhan. ;D And after that we decided na lang to go online and check our accounts sa labas. We were like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAN: Anu gagawin natin? ;3&lt;br /&gt;ME: Internet na lang tayo sa labas. ;)&lt;br /&gt;DAN: Tangina wala na nga akong pera. ;s&lt;br /&gt;ME: MERON YAN! ;D (sbay tawa!) Sira internet sa bahay pota!&lt;br /&gt;DAN: magkanu ba yun?&lt;br /&gt;ME: 20? 25 per hour? Ewan! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haynakuu! So I was browsing my friendster account while I was texting HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIM: Tapos na kami mggrocery. ;)&lt;br /&gt;ME: Oh anu ngaun ang gusto mo iparating? ;P&lt;br /&gt;HIM: Wala naman. ;D&lt;br /&gt;ME: Pu2nta kba dito?&lt;br /&gt;HIM: Maaga pa. Pwede pa ko m2log ng 1 or 2 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;ME: Arte mu ha. ;3&lt;br /&gt;HIM: haha. ;D&lt;br /&gt;….&lt;br /&gt;HIM: busy na naman kakanet! Tss. Magnet ka nga muna. ;3 San kayo nagnenet?&lt;br /&gt;ME: dito sa labas.&lt;br /&gt;HIM: san nga eh?&lt;br /&gt;ME: sa likod ng maisan.&lt;br /&gt;HIM: okay.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, after some few minutes, I’m all shocked when someone touched my neck! When I turned around to see who on earth was that, TANGINA I’M STONED. Haha. ;D It’s HIM!! OMG, I was sooo shocked maan. Seriously, my hands got cold. Fuckerss. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: #$%^&amp;amp;*?? BAKIT KA NANDITO????&lt;br /&gt;DAN: Anu ba yan bigla bigla nasulpot!&lt;br /&gt;HIM: ( laughs. ;D )&lt;br /&gt;ME: takte ka akala ko ba matutulog ka?!&lt;br /&gt;HIM: Hindi. :P&lt;br /&gt;ME: Edi hindi ka din pumunta ng grocery??&lt;br /&gt;HIM: hindi din. ;P&lt;br /&gt;ME: [ blanko! Nawala sa sarili dahil sa gulat! ;3 ]&lt;br /&gt;HIM: bakit? ;P&lt;br /&gt;ME: WALA! ;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. ;D I don’t know what to react really coz I’m soo not expecting him. ARGH! Haha. ;D Btw, ‘twas not the first time that he did that to me. ACK. He’s the only one who can do that and shock the nerves out of me. haha. ;D&lt;br /&gt;SURPRISE daw sabi ni loko. Haha. ;D haynaku! Feeling ko natatae ako na kinabahan bigla na ewan. I really cannot explain. But one thing I’m sure of. I’m super happy when I saw him. Awww. ;) Surprise kung surprise eh noh. HAHA. ;D crazy ass. ;) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THAT FUGLY KID MADE MY DAY. ;D &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Moving on with the enrollment bullshitt! Haha. ;3 So tatlo na kaming mageenroll. MY GAWD. What a RELIEF! At last makakapagenroll na din si KULOT. YEY. ;) Coz we thought that he’s not going to school this term due to some academic reasons. ;P pwaha. ;D Hassle. Thank God! Ang sayaaa! Haha. ;D Bonding mode for the three of us. ;P We did all the time-wasting things just to let hours pass maan. Tambay sa grandstand for 3 –4hrs. haha. ;D All we did was just kwentuhan and endless laughtrips. :D Funny really coz ang daldal namin. HAHA. ;D We didn’t even noticed that it’s getting late in the afternoon already. ‘Twas like, errr, 4:30 or 4:45 na when we left grandstand to check if we’re about to be called. TSS. But what the fffuck?! Malayo pa rin kami. We’re thinking na nga to go home coz we’re feeling tired already. TSK! But oh well, We ate na lang at the square canteen. Haha. ;D Foods na naman kami. ACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAN: Pagod na ko! Kailangan may gawin tayo!&lt;br /&gt;ME: Ako hindi pa naman! ;3&lt;br /&gt;HIM: Muka ka na ngang anu eh. ;P&lt;br /&gt;ME: tss! Tigilan mo ko! ;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ after some few rantings… ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the admin bldg to check it out again. We’re like exhausted and everything. Haha. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAN: Impossible na tayong makaenroll ngayon. ;(&lt;br /&gt;ME: What are we gonna do? Babalik tayo bukas eh tatapusin daw lahat ng stub ah.&lt;br /&gt;DAN: mamamatay na ‘ko eh. ;P&lt;br /&gt;ME: hintayin na natin sandali na lang yan. Laktaw laktaw na yun mga numbers kasi umuwi na yung iba. ;)&lt;br /&gt;DAN: panu si caloy? Gabi na oh!&lt;br /&gt;HIM: Okay lang hihintayin ko na kayo. ;)&lt;br /&gt;ME: SUUSS. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally FINALLY! Natawag din ang mga numbers namin. YAHOO. ;D hahaha. ;P Nakapag-enroll na rin sa wakas. ;P&lt;br /&gt;WHEW! 7am-7pm enrollment? WATDAPAK? TSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakuha pa naming magtakutan ha. HAHA. ;D nakakatawa talaga. And dilim pa naman. ACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. ;D so yun. A long and stressful yet fun-filled day. ;D Aww. ;) I would never forget this day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again to that fugly kid. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU MADE MY DAY. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. No pictures. We’re too jologs. Haha. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-3672947627718175189?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/3672947627718175189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=3672947627718175189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/3672947627718175189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/3672947627718175189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/10/12-hours-enrollment-3.html' title='12 hours enrollment. ;3'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-4903368071380184823</id><published>2007-10-24T15:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T15:39:30.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yes yess. HAHA.</title><content type='html'>I'm being the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INTERNET ADDICT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as ever. *geez to the sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Since i've got nothing to do, i'm all glued to being online these days baby! &lt;u&gt;AS IN ALL GLUED&lt;/u&gt;. haha. XD My gawd i'm busy weezy with eveything online. I'm wanted to stop this addiction. Could somebody help me stop this? LOL. Noo. I won't let anyone stop me. MWAHAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaan, no shopping, no malling not even a simple &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY-OUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. *Ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm missing college. Yep. Especially the super cool college folks. YEAH! ;) &lt;em&gt;Pati na rin si&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;KULOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ Muhaha. :P I'll be dead if he'll see this. XD No no, see the color green name of his? He'll love that for sure. Haha. :D The &lt;em&gt;kulay lumot&lt;/em&gt; is his favorite color. :) ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright okay. I'm cool. You see? haha. :D I'm just uh, you know, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BORED LIKE HELL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh oh, I'm finding long lost friends online. HELP! haha. :D &lt;em&gt;Ang hirap ha&lt;/em&gt;. Hassle super.&lt;br /&gt;It's like i'm searching my friends list one by one to look for their asses. GEEZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-4903368071380184823?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4903368071380184823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=4903368071380184823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/4903368071380184823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/4903368071380184823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-yes-yess-haha.html' title='Oh yes yess. HAHA.'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-4612452153965459167</id><published>2007-10-23T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T15:51:11.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the reason is BOREDOM.</title><content type='html'>Yep yep. haha. :D I'm bored and all that's why i've decided to finally create a super &lt;b&gt;PRIVATE&lt;/b&gt; friendster account that is &lt;b&gt;EXCLUSIVELY&lt;/b&gt; for my friends and to the people whom i'm familiar with. You know, i already thought of that idea few days ago but i was still lazy that time. Haha. But now, i've finally gathered the mood. So, ye, it's done. haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyways, it's a big &lt;i&gt;iwas&lt;/i&gt; to the so-called, &lt;s&gt;LOSER ATTACKS&lt;/s&gt;. Mwahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally &lt;u&gt;staying away&lt;/u&gt; from all the loserrs in my other account. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazz it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm outta here. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-4612452153965459167?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4612452153965459167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=4612452153965459167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/4612452153965459167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/4612452153965459167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-reason-is-boredom.html' title='And the reason is BOREDOM.'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-3494381129062937006</id><published>2007-10-21T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T21:03:26.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everytime I don’t blog, there’s really something that’ll happen which I don’t expect &amp;amp; deserves to be blurted out. Tss. Everytime na lang talaga. Haay. Oh well, I’ll start. &lt;i&gt;Even though I’m not so on the mood.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;OCTOBER 19th.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school. Coz grades are about to be distributed. Oh well, as I’ve expected. I’m problematic about my math. Tss. Haay naku! I’m irritated about that and I’m more irritated about myself. BADTRIP! :( Goodthing, I quite forgot that coz I’m with friends. Hehe. Thanks a lot, yo! ;) We had lunch at sm dasma but wtf, ‘twas only four of us who went there. Haha. the other guys have different plans that’s why we’ve got no choice. To sum it all up, Okay naman nun nasa sm kami. Hehe. :P But Che &amp;amp; Jinnie left earlier.. so dalawa na lang kami ni popoy. Here’s the funny part, we entered the department store to look for digital cameras. :D I even had my canon brochure with me. haha. :D &amp;amp; because of that Popoy was laughing at me the whole time. But we’re not able to find the camera that I crave for, the canon powershot G9. haha. :D Asa naman akong magkakaron ako nun. Yung G7 pa nga lang almost 33k na, yung G9 pa kaya na much latest. GAWD. Haha. :] I’m soo desperate to have thaaat! A freakin’ 12.1 megapixel camera? Heaven. :) haha. :D Okay okay, enough of camera’s. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh! The glorietta 2 bombing. TSK! ‘Twas really shocking. Haay. And to even think that dun kami palagi pumapasok coz it’s nearer park square 2 where we park everytime we’re there. Haay. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; the Luk Yuen resto’, OMG! We often eat there as well, same as starbucks where I buy frapps. Tss. Grabe, I’ve seen how huge the damage was on the news. The place was completely devastated. Malayong malayo sa g2 na pinapasukan namin. :( Plus the people who died and those who are injured, grabe talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( How about the rest of the OCTOBER 19th? Uh, most particularly nun gabi na? Fuckers, I don’t wanna discuss it anymore!!! Sinasabi ko na nga ba, it’s such a wrong move. &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WRONG MOVE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/s&gt; Coz I don’t have to be in a rush or to hurry things up. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;October 20th-21st.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just stuck inside the house the whole day. Hehe. &lt;i&gt;Yun lang at wala ng iba!&lt;/i&gt; (period!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;MY FRIENDSTER PROFILE IS FUCKED UP BIGTIME AND I DON'T KNOW WHY!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-3494381129062937006?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/3494381129062937006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=3494381129062937006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/3494381129062937006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/3494381129062937006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/10/everytime-i-dont-blog-theres-really.html' title=''/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-9155069136626528840</id><published>2007-10-18T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T21:50:29.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The phrase. ;]</title><content type='html'>Funny really, i just heard this from a teleserye airing every night at ABS-CBN. ;)&lt;br /&gt;was browsing my friendster then i heard this phrase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" ONLY LOSERS BLAME OTHERS FOR THEIR FAILURES. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa. My ears got glued to that. I was STONED. I loved the phrase and i will love it from this day onwards. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's stucked on my brain. It's like an LSS but with a &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;huge sense and deeper meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-9155069136626528840?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/9155069136626528840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=9155069136626528840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/9155069136626528840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/9155069136626528840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/10/phrase.html' title='The phrase. ;]'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-7742244694174662652</id><published>2007-10-18T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T16:54:25.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still blues.</title><content type='html'>Whoo. Haha. :D This sembreak has been a great source of boredom you know. Definitely boring. Tss. And I have no idea how long do I have to keep myself busy being online just to spare myself from being bored. WTF. Haha. I’ve been real screwed up staying inside the house for a couple of days in a row. My ass is just begging for a day-out. Tss. Thank god i'm still keeping my sanity steady. haha. :D So i'm keeping myself busy by editing lots of photos. GAWD. haha. Please see my &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/nheecaii"&gt;&lt;b&gt;friendster account&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for more details. haha. Noo. you'll see the photos there, if not, then it only means that you're not my friend. Got it? good. I'm too lazy too upload those photos here and even in my multiply. The internet access is just fucked up as always and we really need to inquire for the faster one. DSL/BROADBAND perhaps? hehe. [ how i wish ] Tss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of friendster, I'd want to keep my account in private as much as possible but that is more likely impossible already to happen. So i'm thinking of creating a new account again. This time, it'll be EXCLUSIVELY for friends and for the people whom i'm familiar with. haha. You know, there are a-holes on the loose so i've gotta be hecka careful. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be at school tommorrow for the distribution of class cards. OMG! i'm so dead. I have a failed mark. tss. I failed in MATH. Fuckers. haha. I always do flunk at math. BADTRIP. Sana kasi eh puro english na lang ang subjects namin. haha. Anything in language or communication arts wag lang talaga math. Hassle sobra. Nosebleed/brain hemo talaga inaabot ko dun eh. haha. :D What a shame. But i'll work on it. I will I will and I have to or else my parents would kill me. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i have no time to blame myself coz it happened already though it's pretty annoying still. hehe. I'll just have to work on it full time with huge efforts. Hmm. I can do that i guess. WTF. haha. Okay enough of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta go and do some &lt;s&gt;bullshits&lt;/s&gt;. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-7742244694174662652?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/7742244694174662652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=7742244694174662652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/7742244694174662652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/7742244694174662652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/10/still-blues.html' title='Still blues.'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-481400460367421080</id><published>2007-10-16T12:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T15:59:48.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assholes? In my fs photos? GAWD!</title><content type='html'>So yeh. You read it right. There are comments from this 'asshole' in my friendster photos. Tss. Don't even try to ask what he said [yep, he's a HE. Soo gay, ryt?] coz it's more likely 'below the belt' guys. Bastos. Such loserr. haha. :D Anyways, i'm writing this not coz i'm affected. But to ask you people if that thing is really done by broken hearted/desperate EX-BF's/men nowadays? haha.:D Haay. Lalo na siguro ng mga EX-BF's noh? haha. tangina naman napaka-loser naman nya para gawin yun &amp;amp; even use friendster sa kagaguhan niya. Low-class. Whaha. &amp;amp; to think of it ha, For his age he shouldn't act or even say such nasty things like that right? Why be so rude? Tss. Everything that happened is not my fault,but his. That's why he has no right to treat me like that. Mga losers talaga sa mga ganung bagay mahusay eh noh. Hay. Dude, &lt;u&gt;ACCEPTANCE IS PRIMARILY THE KEY.&lt;/u&gt; okay? haha. :P yun lang at gagaan ang buhay mo at matatahimik naman ang buhay ko sa pamimirwisyo mo.&lt;br /&gt;We have to accept the things that we cannot change. Whaha. :D Coz life is really like that you know. Leave me alone and stay out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Deal with everything. It's much of a favor to yourself and to your conscience.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-481400460367421080?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/481400460367421080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=481400460367421080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/481400460367421080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/481400460367421080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/10/assholes-in-my-fs-photos-gawd.html' title='Assholes? In my fs photos? GAWD!'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-7335828083242120168</id><published>2007-10-14T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:44:29.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, boredom it is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yeh yeh. i"m all bored. I've got nothing to do &amp;amp;&amp;amp; there's nothing interesting to be busy with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except from being online, you know. :P Pwaha. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just updating my sites &amp;amp;&amp;amp; editing some pictures. Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then i came up to something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121083227083952146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RxG-D_eM0BI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2la8dXNgwZM/s320/wow..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Pretty impressive. [ well yeah, as for me only. :P ] Haha. :D Whatev. But look at the effect. It fits naman right? :P Haha. :P It's currently my primary photo on my fs account and also in my multiply headshot. haha. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Btw, does it seem like i'm &lt;s&gt;naked&lt;/s&gt; here? Geez. haha. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-7335828083242120168?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/7335828083242120168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=7335828083242120168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/7335828083242120168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/7335828083242120168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/10/yes-boredom-it-is.html' title='Yes, boredom it is.'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RxG-D_eM0BI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2la8dXNgwZM/s72-c/wow..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-6233599400237354295</id><published>2007-10-13T15:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T16:21:57.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still on heartaches.</title><content type='html'>I woke up with this dream.The dream that I wished for.The one that I need.It’s like a sign.A sign to show me if I’m doing the “right thing”Coz I’m not so sure if I’m on the so-called “right track”Pardon me, I thought I was, but I guess I was wrong.Being wrong is what I’m sick &amp;amp;&amp;amp; tired of.Yeh, sick &amp;amp;&amp;amp; tired. I’m searching for the answers.And then it came“I’m not yet healed”Or maybe I’m not yet ready for this.Maybe I need time for myself.Or maybe I’m just not sure if this’ll work out.But it’s all “maybe’s”Darn it! The cause are just to deep.Past? Yeh.That past. A mixture of love &amp;amp;&amp;amp; hatred.Or love turned into hatred??Who would not feel hatred from all the things that he’s done?I thought I was numb.But still, not numb enough.I can still feel pain and hatred.But still feel the love.I hate him, yeh. But there’s still a little bit of love.I don’t know what to do.And I hate myself for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ruining everything.&lt;br /&gt;It's ruining me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this new love.&lt;br /&gt;Do i have any chances?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances of surviving this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-6233599400237354295?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/6233599400237354295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=6233599400237354295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/6233599400237354295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/6233599400237354295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/10/still-on-heartaches.html' title='Still on heartaches.'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-242579104721424919</id><published>2007-10-13T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T15:38:52.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sembreak syndrome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Wtf? a week passed and I haven’t even updating my blog &amp;amp; even my multiply. Tss.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I ought to have an explanation for this. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So yeh, our final exams are over. Yey. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I’ve been real busy with things. Hmm.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The major cause is that there’s no internet connection in the house.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Landline phone was broken since last week &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I hate that fact. Tss.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Badtrip talaga, big time. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But now it's fixed, no sweat maan.&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/shade.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nice. Just nice. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First semester already over people! Semestral break hits in. Urgh. Feels different pala noh? Hmm. And the fact that there’s nothing to do at home, no money, no fun &amp;amp;&amp;amp; no gala. Tss. I remember pa when it was my first day in college, I was like. “Oh, I think this’ll be boring. Tss.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But wtf?! I was so wrong dude. Haha.:D The first week pa lang ng classes eh they were saying that. “solid na tayo mga tol. :P” We just find ourselves stuck together. Haha. ang dami namin. :P Sa sem na to madami na kaming nagawa at pinaggagawa. :D Haha. Magkakasama sa tambays and all. Haha. :P Even in inuman sessions. But exclude me from that, I don’t drink. Haha. :P Even in boredom, yung tipong wala na kaming magawa kundi tumanga at maggaguhan. Haha. :D Even sa paglalaro ng computer games like dota? Tanginang dota yan oh. Hahaha. :D I played that freak game only once. Haha. tinuruan ako. Pero I’m not interested eh. Nakagawa na rin kami ng loveteams and tandems. Haha. :D I guess we just love being in the company of each other coz even in cutting classes or being late, magkakasama kami. Haha. :D &amp;amp;&amp;amp; of course the walang sawa naming paggagala sa Sm dasma. Haha. :P&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The old folks would always say that h.s is the best. Hmm. I think there’s a bit of changes already. I mean h.s is really fun. You get to know your h.s barkada, which you’ll never forget right? But in college kasi you’re more matured na eh. You manage everything, you own your time &amp;amp;&amp;amp; you decide what the hell to do with it &amp;amp;&amp;amp; you have the money. :P Hahaha. Unlike in h.s, walang pera that’s why wala masyadong gala. But I’m not saying that h.s is boring. NOOO. I miss h.s na nga eh. But it’s over, so I have to move on and continue being a college student. Haha. I would really really miss my college folks. Tss. Sa araw-araw ko ba naman nakikita mga pagmumuka ng mga yun eh. Haha. :D And being one of the girls, I do appreciate their concern. :) Wait wait. I’m one of the boys nga pala. Sorry for that. my baad. :P haha. :D well anyway we’re all gonna see each others faces next semester. Soo no worries at all. We’ll just have to wait for a little time &amp;amp;&amp;amp; it won’t hurt naman so it’s just fine. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The MGT 1-3 kids. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 157px" height="237" src="http://images.nheecaii.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RxBfqQoKCoMAABohZp01/1_116805531l.jpg?et=VW0s%2B9Zr7dlHLkD6b1CBHg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Caloy, cac, maca &amp;amp;&amp;amp; cedi. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.nheecaii.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RxBgVQoKCoMAACp-McQ1/1_115556156l.jpg?et=FQ2WVZ3vS6EeWJx13MN3QQ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gumban, tarts &amp;amp;&amp;amp; cedi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.nheecaii.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RxBgnQoKCoMAAC7VPzQ1/1_199894531l.jpg?et=huzZKvPMzqATJi%2BU9SSLgA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Go ahead. magpacute. :P&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.nheecaii.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RxBhGwoKCoMAADfC6Nw1/1_226442250l.jpg?et=OJHOk%2BblvyrmUFbzm7Xj%2Cg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Cac = chikboy. tss. :P&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.nheecaii.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RxBhggoKCoMAAEa2dKU1/1_268507626l.jpg?et=4sDgkrSP3riqranlxk%2B%2Bmg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Love them. :)&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.nheecaii.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RxBiVwoKCoMAAFdp1nk1/1_417677844l.jpg?et=QWIUXZ6q1e3tnB0Q%2BzNevw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;After p.e class. :P&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.nheecaii.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RxBigwoKCoMAAF48Bk01/1_577307812l.jpg?et=lnem9odPM6qSnl%2C%2BlJ8TNw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;The boyss. :P&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.nheecaii.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RxBiqAoKCoMAAFjV5Vg1/1_610670876l.jpg?et=kmaV9M0L%2CGOiGzstqWBmeA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;What's with this? haha. :P&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.nheecaii.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RxBjdwoKCoMAAGtFS9E1/1_613033223l.jpg?et=L%2BDYNgAnMl83GBdOXJUmjg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;haha. :D&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.nheecaii.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RxBj8goKCoMAAHQKoms1/1_645823039l.jpg?et=pgCVJxrqZrWkMbRocA49iw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Hmm. :P&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.nheecaii.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RxBllwoKCoMAABjwlrI1/1_772774217l.jpg?et=Kc0BAGRRu4DeBchITfHLKw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;The gays. :P&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.nheecaii.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RxBmswoKCoMAAC7XG0w1/1_939739032l.jpg?et=cnXk60MvsCqWUPQR4aFnKw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Our group. :P&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.nheecaii.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RxBo1woKCoMAAFp7wpY1/1_886935409l.jpg?et=EHiDgzfGzDL8DnasLbc3dA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Cedi &amp;amp;&amp;amp; caloy. :P waaa. :P&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.nheecaii.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RxBpIAoKCoMAAFrF3S81/1_904264082l.jpg?et=dQJ%2Cm%2Bpl%2CQLJaMi2UKSs9Q" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Cute. :)&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.nheecaii.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RxBrNQoKCoMAAAiwJmA1/1_320163478l.jpg?et=tFrCCtUXowB3P4MeAPa8yQ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Haha. :P the f.y pose. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So ye, wala ako sa mga pictures masyado. What am i up to that time? tss.&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/confused.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haay. i'm really gonna miss those kids. From all the kulitan that we do. haha. Love it really.&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png" /&gt; those kids are so hyper. haha. you can see it from the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just hope that we'll have an awesome sembreak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we'll see each others asses next sem okay. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-242579104721424919?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/242579104721424919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=242579104721424919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/242579104721424919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/242579104721424919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/10/sembreak-syndrome.html' title='The sembreak syndrome.'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-4052083514586099602</id><published>2007-10-06T13:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T15:39:44.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do well do you people know yourselves?:P&lt;/strong&gt; Well if you're goin' to ask me, all i know is that:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’m never used to wearing clothes that show off much of my skin&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. :P Like skirts or backless tops. Feels like you’re only trying to get attention &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I’ll just be uncomfortable wearing those kind of clothes. You can look great even if you’re wearing decent clothes. Okay? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’m grammatically conscious. :P&lt;/span&gt; Yes, very. I’d rather be speaking or writing in Filipino than in pure English with wrong grammars and all. Geez. I don’t want to sound harsh here but people who write or speak in English with wrong grammar are just too irritating. Pare, you must be sleeping or absent while your teacher was talking ‘bout the tenses and the singular &amp;amp; plural forms of the shits this and that. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t try to use the 2nd language just to sound sosyal or whatever when you don’t even know what the heck are you talkin’ about.:D So my advice: read, write &amp;amp;&amp;amp; speak using english so that everytime you’ll use it, you won’t sound like trying hard. Or might as well use our own language. :P You have the option. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’m not so conscious about the way I act or the way I speak.&lt;/span&gt; I always tend to be real with speaking my mind or showing off my actions. Why? Coz it feels way better if people will like you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE WAY YOU REALLY ARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and not pretending to be in the shoes of someone else. I’m not the perfect type of course but I’m sure that everything that you’ll hear from my mouth is nothing else but the truth. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love all kinds/genres of music.&lt;/span&gt; Yeh. From rnb to hiphop, alternative to emo. Opm to lovesongs, oldschool to new wave. Oldies to pop and even reggae. Name it! :P I’m born to be inlove with music. :) though I don’t know how to play any instruments but when we talk ‘bout music itself, Tol, you won’t be disappointed on me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’m a hard-headed/stubborn kid.&lt;/span&gt; Well yes, I am. :P I always find myself breaking the rules, even the smallest ones. Especially at school or even at home, Gawd! My classmates often refer to me as the “pasaway kiddo”. Haha. :D I always receive sermon from my teachers/professors coz of my stubbornness. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The one who’s joking around on things even on the serious ones.&lt;/span&gt; Most of the time. Haha. :D I tell you people that I never take life too seriously or else we’ll all die early. Taking things seriously has never been me. “most of the time” :P if some are almost going nuts with all the things that they think about like problems and the like, you’ll just hear me sayin’ “tol, problems are not made to drive you crazy, they are made to test how strong your spirit is. so laugh it over and drink beer. :P lol” But I know when and how to&lt;br /&gt;be serious when the situation calls for it. At dun lumalabas pagka-strong ng personality ko. :) I joke around to make others happy. :P At least to make them forget their burdens and I get to help them somehow, even on that small thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’m the type of person who’s outspoken and easy-going.&lt;/span&gt; Haha. :P yeh. Cool lang mga pare. Be cool enough to speak your mind and act the way you really are. :) I express myself whenever I feel needed and whenever it’s necessary for me to do so. I don’t do it to intentionally hurt others feelings but it might be a big help. Yes, I’m the type whom you can lean on when you’ve got problems coz I’m a good listener. :) It’s so easy for me to express myself to others coz it comes out of me naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don’t manipulate other people’s decisions&lt;/span&gt;. I’m not the type who’ll say things like. “oh you have a problem? Okay this is what you do, this is what you say.” Goodness! You’d be a better person if you let others decide for themselves and for the sake of their own happiness. You have to respect their opinions and decisions coz they are the ones who own their lives. They are the ones who are responsible for every mistake that they commit. You can give advices if you are asked to but not to the point that you’ll find yourself manipulating their decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I laugh even for the silliest/stupidest things.&lt;/span&gt; haha. :D I’m easily amused kasi, really. The so-called bungisngis. :P haha. I’m the cheerful type &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I’m not too hard on anything &amp;amp; everything. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel comfy wearing flops,flats &amp;amp;&amp;amp; sneaks rather than heels.&lt;/span&gt; Ack.! I told you that I was never the girly type. Hehe. :P never been the maarte. Normal lang. My classmates would always say that. ‘lalake yan eh. :D’ &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I’m tall already for my age pare, I wont be needing heels just to look taller. Haha. :D That's silly. :3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't take other people for granted as much as i don't want to be taken for granted as well.&lt;/span&gt; You surely know why. It's self-explanatory right?:) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uh. i think i know myself well right? :P haha. Whatev. I'm glad that i know much 'bout myself. Haha. :D Unlike others na kapag tinanong mo eh kakamot ng ulo. Tss. Haha. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One thing i'm sure of. I won't get affected if some assholes would try to make stories 'bout me. Haha. :D i know myself and i won't give a shitt. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-4052083514586099602?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4052083514586099602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=4052083514586099602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/4052083514586099602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/4052083514586099602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-do-well-do-you-people-know.html' title=':)'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-4069989395857725745</id><published>2007-10-04T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T19:19:53.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;Well ye, again as always i wasn't able to write updates here coz of some stupid things that i was making myself busy with. Unecessary things i should say. haha. :P It is normal coz sometimes i tend to become a procrastinator. So what?!:P At least i get to have all the tambays and all the fun in the world. :) Life is never boring, so why take it too seriously? sheesh. :P (how immature of me to say that. :P) Kiddin' aside people. To admit the fact, yeh, i'm becoming more and more lazy each freakin' day. Ack. i dunnoe what the hell is happening to me but i'm sure that it's just one of my topak attacks. Haha. :D &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Sometimes i get confused about the matters of the heart. Ack. How i wish it's easy for me to decide. Decide like i don't give a care on the world. But life isn't easy like that. We have to take chances and take all the risks that we have to, just to be satisfied, just to be happy. Happiness is a choice. And i have to keep that in my mind. I want to be happy, so i guess i have to choose. Yes, though it's fuckin' complicated for me, i have to do it for the sake of my happiness, for the sake of the person that is concerned. Yeh, maybe i'll do it for us. For the both of us. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Take chances.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Coz you'll regret everything you did..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;If you're not BRAVE enough....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-4069989395857725745?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4069989395857725745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=4069989395857725745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/4069989395857725745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/4069989395857725745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/10/busy-me.html' title='Busy me.'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-672429550482940630</id><published>2007-09-29T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T16:56:09.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The random things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Recent updates about your one and only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh man. Is there anything to blog about? Uh. Well yes there is. In fact there’s a lot but I don’t know where the hell to start or what to say. It’s been quite a while since I posted something here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t been updating for a couple of days or maybe more coz I’m not able to go home early. Haha. :D I’ve been busy as well with school stuffs. Ack. And perhaps, one of the huge reason why I’m not updating is because after our dismissal, we go straight to SM. :P Wtf?! Everyday SM dude. As far as I can remember, we’ve been going there for almost a week now. And mind you, without missing a day. Tss. Haha. :P that’s why I guess I’m always tired when I go home and all. Haha. but it was really fun. :) And most especially when you’re with someone special. Not only the someone special but also the crazy ass people who never fails to give you a fuckin’ hard laugh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why but I feel like I want to be a photographer. Haha. :D Yeh really. No kidding here dude. Photographer who only takes photos of herself. :P Haha. Silly. :) And a photographer who’s also a part-time model? :P Whoa. Talk about day dreaming. :P But who cares? I’ll say what I want to say. :P Take note of this, by the age of 19 or 20, I’m already a part-time model who drives her very own Benzy but still able to go to college. :P And I’m going to be fuckin’ rich&amp;amp;&amp;amp; famous. :D (Could somebody slap me right now? :P) Haha. there’s nothing bad day dreaming bout the things that you really aspire, right. What matters is you worked full time for it. And that’s what I think that I’ve got to do. Hmm. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping is what I did these last few days while we were at SM. Uh. I bought 5 tops and 2 bottoms all in all. But I loved this red tank top that I got at Bayo. I’ve been wanting that top for like ages ago. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; yesterday I saw it on sale. Soo it’s been grabbed fast. :P its 50% off maan. The design of the top is what really caught me. It says, “ Love me or Hate me “ Haha. the top says it all. :] Btw, I think the top is too revealing. Ack! Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last few days seemed to be great coz I spent it with friends, as always. :) The sweetest week, indeed. Awww. I told myself to figure out what I really want and what I really need. And I guess I’m hitting the right track. Coz this person is making me feel really special. All the efforts and concern. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’ve never felt that special in my whole entire life&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel all the LOVE in him.&lt;/span&gt; And yes, I think he’s going to be the person that’ll understand me no matter what and the one who’ll accept the real me without any complaints and judgements. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The kind of LOVE that I need, the kind of LOVE that my HEART is waiting for&lt;/span&gt;. But then again, I have to be careful. Coz I had my heart broken few times already and I think it’s all because of my foolishness when it comes to love. Haay. (wtf? I sound so mushy.) Oh well, Loooove. I know love is not an easy thing to deal with. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But i hope to find the real thing in this new love. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-672429550482940630?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/672429550482940630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=672429550482940630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/672429550482940630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/672429550482940630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/09/recent-updates-about-your-one-and-only.html' title='The random things.'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-722331372683785889</id><published>2007-09-27T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T10:46:40.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait up!</title><content type='html'>Heck the what. wahaha. i wasn't updating my blog this week pare.&lt;br /&gt;i've been hell like busy. oh what? haha. busy kakagala tol. almost everyday going home late and all. Goodness. that's why i guess i had colds. Fucka'. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i have loads to rant eh. soo wait for the hell big updates. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now. just for now Maaan. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-722331372683785889?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/722331372683785889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=722331372683785889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/722331372683785889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/722331372683785889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/09/wait-up.html' title='Wait up!'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-2991487775660298091</id><published>2007-09-23T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T16:36:05.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insane.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Whoa. haha. boredom kicks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why i decided to change my freakin' template. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the combination of light green and pink here. haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its mostly green. haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i've made my very own multiply account. what the heck? i've been influenced. haha. It's currently under construction and its still empty. Ack! what a bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm working on it okay. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck to me. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-2991487775660298091?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/2991487775660298091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=2991487775660298091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/2991487775660298091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/2991487775660298091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/09/insane.html' title='Insane.'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-1382614412910621605</id><published>2007-09-22T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T15:32:47.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool it.</title><content type='html'>Dad told me that we’ll be driving off to Makati to pick up mom. And I was like, “Oh yeh? Like true? We’ll be out again and off to Makati? Cool!” Cool coz we’ll be going straight to the malls. :P Uhh. I assume. Haha. :D We left the house at around 3:30, well its not a very good timing coz when we reached near Makro, traffic starts kicking in. Tss. That’s why we decided to hit Malagasang. Haha. It’s a long cut though, but its the best way to avoid being stuck on traffic. :) we arrived at mom’s office and then she said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: San tayo kain?&lt;br /&gt;Nica: Sa glorietta na lang.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: May pera kayo? :3&lt;br /&gt;Mom: ako meron.:)&lt;br /&gt;Nica: ako kahit mcdonalds lang. :P&lt;br /&gt;Mom: MOA na lang tayo?&lt;br /&gt;Nica: *Whoa! You serious?- Wow sige sige dun na lang. :P&lt;br /&gt;Mom: walang papabili ha!&lt;br /&gt;Nica: tss. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeh, we went there. I thought we’ll stay at Makati, Oh well. Haha. We strolled till we figured out where the heck to eat. :P We settled for Chef d’ Angelo’s. yum. :P it’s an Italian resto baby. Yummy foods and it fits on our budget. :) I really love the great white pizza. Puta sarap. Haha. :D Busog kagad ako sa foods eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around the super huge MOA and I noticed that lots of botiques are on sale. :P yeps. Haha. Love it. :) i bought some blouse. Haha. yey. :) *thanks dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s getting late and were not yet over the window shopping and all. Haha. so we decided to have some coffee break at coffee bean. :) whoa. I love love coffee. :P Mocha mudslide is the best. :P haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* feeling tired already.&lt;br /&gt;* it’s 10:00 in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I freakin’ love MOA. It’s super complete. From the imported and expensive finds till the local brands and cheap stuffs. Haha. pare I lab it. :) and to mention the they’ve got it all for you. :P Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to go home at 'round 10:30 i guess. hmm. Good thing there's no more traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. totally love this day. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gnyt y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-1382614412910621605?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/1382614412910621605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=1382614412910621605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/1382614412910621605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/1382614412910621605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/09/cool-it.html' title='Cool it.'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-2588021940681555893</id><published>2007-09-19T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T13:00:08.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh. LOVE.</title><content type='html'>I don’t know how to start this entry. *numb.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for cruisin’ with me on this cloud 9 feeling. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;True bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bliss – heaven like happiness. :P&lt;br /&gt;And yeh, I’m currently feeling it.&lt;br /&gt;In my heart. :)&lt;br /&gt;Coz of someone?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;Never thought of this to happen again, really.&lt;br /&gt;I know we have lots of differences, flaws and misunderstandings.&lt;br /&gt;Despite all that, were still here. :P&lt;br /&gt;You’re still hanging on. :)&lt;br /&gt;Aww. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea where’d you get all your patience from.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes that you get irritated coz of my bratty attitude or some sudden mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;But still, you’re dealing with it.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayy.&lt;br /&gt;But as I’ve said, there are some things that has to be settled down first.&lt;br /&gt;It’s for the good.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness coz you’re soo understanding. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh well.. LOVE. :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yes. Just LOVE, indeed. :)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-2588021940681555893?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/2588021940681555893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=2588021940681555893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/2588021940681555893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/2588021940681555893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-dont-know-how-to-start-this-entry.html' title='Ahh. LOVE.'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-2285525031765716777</id><published>2007-09-18T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T11:23:27.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hassle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hassle&lt;/span&gt; is the best word to describe this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Reasons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our talumpati on our Filipino subject that’s supposed to be on sept 25 was moved earlier. Yeh. EARLIER. Guess when dude. Haha. It’ll be on Thursday. This coming Thursday. Like this week. WTF??&lt;br /&gt;So our group wasn’t prepared yet. URGH! Hassle!! Were gonna be hecka busy planning for our upcoming talumpati. Goodluck to us. Goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our business i.t subject seemed like heaven for me. coz aside from the air-conditioned room, I’m able to surf the net. Able to blog and do whatever. But today. It’s more like hell maaan. I wasn’t able to open the web pages that I want to surf coz it’s fuckin’ blocked! Or whatever you call that but I just wont open. Pare naman! Blogger, deviantart and blogskins are my favorite sites and what the heck?! They’re all blocked too. I have no idea what the big problem is. But it’s only on the pc that I’m using. Waaaa. :( i.t will be the most boring subject for me now, still next to math. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz of the talumpati thing, I have to type again my talumpati coz our prof requires us to make it double space every line. Tss. Thanks to one kiddo out there. :P for typing it for me. :) yii. :P you know who you are. :) galing mo talaga mag-type. :P &amp;amp;&amp;amp; coz of that I ate lunch late. Hmp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our classes was cut till 11:30 only due to some department activities. Haha. :) yey. :D&lt;br /&gt;Btw, where the hell are we supposed to go? Haha. nevermind. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Alright. Haha. so we ended up going to sm dasma &amp;amp;&amp;amp; we spent almost 5 hours there. Haha. Katamad pang umuwi ehh. Haay. :) we just messed around the dept. store and did silly things. haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;I remember the.. “ mini mini miny mo, catch the tiger in the zoo. -Jinnie “ you’ve got to love her. :P&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. :D crazy ass. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whaaat? :)&lt;br /&gt;basta basta.&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy,really. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-2285525031765716777?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/2285525031765716777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=2285525031765716777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/2285525031765716777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/2285525031765716777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/09/hassle-is-best-word-to-describe-this.html' title='Hassle.'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-6311555627444964172</id><published>2007-09-17T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T15:46:27.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's unexpected.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whew! Like hell yes! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. It rained, finally. Love it when it rains coz its cold. :) Btw, It was actually raining a little while I was on my way to school. But it wasn’t really a big thing for me. Haha. love the weather still. :P So I was late again for my first subject. Maaan, what’s up with that? there’s nothing new. The good thing is that we don’t have classes for two consecutive subjects coz the professors have something to do. Yey! :P Lucky us. :) we left our room at around 9:30 am and our next class is 11:00 am. Haha. whoa. We’ve got loads of time to kill. The best thing to do is.. What else? But to eat! :) haha. ye ye. So we ate our lunch early. ‘Twas good though. Coz atleast we don’t have to rush ourselves to be at the gym on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s p.e time. :) GRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Wtf?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran again for the second time at the oval &amp;amp;&amp;amp; ‘twas so damn hot! Tss. We’ve got no choice but to do so. Haay. So we ran the oval 2 times. Haha. WHAAAT?!?! Yes, under that burnin’ hot sun, we did. Haha. Okay. So almost all of us disagreed. But we’ve got no choice. Argh! So we ran, got tired, walked, ran, and I even played tayaan with three of my mates. Haha. :D It made me more tired. Haha. I’m so hyper kasi. Tss. I finished my two rounds for almost 8 minutes. Haha. I’m freakin slooow. Why? Coz I walked. Kapagod eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Tired. Wants to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Later on that day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was sitting outside our school’s gym then suddenly, out of thin air, a text message came in. ‘Twas my bestfriend. :) She said that she’s already at our school. She’s studying at UST and she’s all the way from Manila. Maan, what a shock. Haha. so I didn’t know what to do, I want to hurry my ass off to get to her. Haha. :D But I have to walk miles before I get there. Tss. Freakin’ school. haha. So I was in a rush.. okay okay I was trying to walk as if I’m running coz she’s already textin’ me sayin’ that she’s waiting. When I get there she’s with her boyfriend, a guy cousin and of course, JORDAN. Haha. :P but after a while dan left us coz he still have classes. We were actually stopping him to attend but still he left. Tss. Si dads talaga pakitang tao sa mga prof nya. Hahaha. :D when he left tinay &amp;amp; I started catching up. Yeh, i missed her really. We shared some stories like the usual. Love it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I have to leave coz I’ll be watching some pageant wherein two of the contestants are my b’mates. So I was on my way. But then….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friends..&lt;br /&gt;Awww. :)&lt;br /&gt;I went to the pageant with him.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we’re already at the auditorium but the contest wasn’t starting yet, but it’s already late. Tss. Filipino time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr.&lt;br /&gt;Some talks.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn’t really boring.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The program started. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;We watched.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes aren’t glued though.Worried coz of something.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe someone?&lt;br /&gt;I feel the guilt, maan.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Should I explain?&lt;br /&gt;Err. What?!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go home though the contest hasn’t ended yet. It’s getting late already and I have to be home or else I’d be dead. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Appreciated it, really. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But…&lt;br /&gt;Haaay.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All I can say is that it’s all UNEXPECTED.&lt;br /&gt;So SORRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-6311555627444964172?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/6311555627444964172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=6311555627444964172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/6311555627444964172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/6311555627444964172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/09/whew-like-hell-yes-haha.html' title='It&apos;s unexpected.'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-3211130035190686241</id><published>2007-09-15T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:44:30.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn the drama!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me and my two bestfriends went to SM bacoor just to waste time and kill boredom. haha. but before that there's this big drama. Tss. Muntik na ako di makasama. Hassle talaga. Badtrip. Super! Tss. fuck, i dont want to blurt all the drama but this is really one of the problems that an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ONLY CHILD/UNICA IHA&lt;/span&gt; will go through. Goodness! my parents are super duper overly protective. Come to think of it, i'm 16 years old already for godness sake! I'm old enough to take care of myself. tss. I dont know what the hell is the problem with that. with going out with friends. Haay. tumataas na naman dugo ko eh! Tangina! Puro sermon at talak napapala ko amputa. Hello, I’m just off to sm bacoor not sm baguio. Tss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, at sm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*At the department store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were having problems, coz all of us were broke. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nica: dads, ito yung shades ko oh.:P&lt;br /&gt;Dan: Oo nga noh. Ganda nung brown oh.:)&lt;br /&gt;Nica: brown na lang bilin mo. :P&lt;br /&gt;Dan: Di na yata aabot pera ko. :(&lt;br /&gt;Ianne: oo nga wala ka ng pamasahe. :3&lt;br /&gt;Nica: meron pa yan, tss.&lt;br /&gt;Ianne: ang dami kasing binili na papel papel eh.&lt;br /&gt;Nica: oo nga!:3&lt;br /&gt;Dan: eh kailangan yun para sa project ko. :3&lt;br /&gt;**after some talks &amp;amp;&amp;amp; arguments..&lt;br /&gt;dan: teka bibilin ko na ba yung shades?&lt;br /&gt;nica: oo sige. para prehas tayo.:)&lt;br /&gt;ianne: bagay kaya sayo!;)&lt;br /&gt;nica: oo nga! brown bilin mo. :)&lt;br /&gt;dan: wala na kong pera eh. panu tayo uuwi?(faces ianne) ianne, libre mo kame?:P&lt;br /&gt;ianne: wala akong pera. :3&lt;br /&gt;dan: panu yan?&lt;br /&gt;nica: pwede yan dali na.&lt;br /&gt;dan: (walks away slowly)&lt;br /&gt;ianne&amp;amp;nica: (follows dan)&lt;br /&gt;dan: puta biblin ko na nga. gusto ko talaga eh.&lt;br /&gt;ianne: yan biblin mo din pala eh.&lt;br /&gt;Nica: arte pa eh. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dan: puta wala tayong kain. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Ru0WH2wp2II/AAAAAAAAAEc/MRHNEUNUX3U/s1600-h/1_980895418l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110765476349859970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Ru0WH2wp2II/AAAAAAAAAEc/MRHNEUNUX3U/s200/1_980895418l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Ru0VLmwp2HI/AAAAAAAAAEU/aolyTRj5H58/s1600-h/1_957433840l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110764441262741618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Ru0VLmwp2HI/AAAAAAAAAEU/aolyTRj5H58/s200/1_957433840l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. i took this pic. they dont even know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Ru0UyWwp2GI/AAAAAAAAAEM/oi1paCuLtfU/s1600-h/1_574664666l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110764007471044706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Ru0UyWwp2GI/AAAAAAAAAEM/oi1paCuLtfU/s200/1_574664666l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Solo ba to?:3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Ru0USWwp2FI/AAAAAAAAAEE/v8B78S2hqBY/s1600-h/1_487801843l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110763457715230802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Ru0USWwp2FI/AAAAAAAAAEE/v8B78S2hqBY/s200/1_487801843l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Same shades. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha. there.&lt;br /&gt;The shades look good really, cheap but good. :P He bought it coz he’s influenced by me. :P Coz I really really love aviators. :) After that we decided to go somewhere peaceful. Maan, theres lotss of people walking around. It’s freakin’ crowded. So we went to the 4th floor of the mall. We just goofed around. Haha. We’ve got nothing to do and we don’t know what to do. Urgh! Haha. :D were just depressing ourselves looking at the newest and latest cellphone models and entering different shops and botiques. Tss. How sad. Feels bad really if you’ve got no money then you’ll see something you like. Haay. After hours and hours of walking around, we finally decided to go home. It really wasn’t a good idea for me coz I don’t want to go home yet. I’ll just be pissed if I see those people’s faces! Darn it!! Tss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badtrip talaga! Lalo lang lumalaki galit ko sa mga tao sa bahay eh! Kaya mas gusto kong wala sa bahay or sila ang wala sa bahay. Coz I’m able to do whatever I want without anyone shouting at me. Its soo irritating! Hindi na ako bata eh diba?! Hanggang ngayon ba hindi pa nila narerealize yun? I think that’s already not my problem! Fu*k! I want freedom. Maybe some wont be able to understand me but this is what I tell you, you’ll never know what it feels like unless you’d be on my shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish things are never like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s so hard to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hard that it makes things difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That it makes me hard to BREATH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where can I find a place that’s full of tenderness.&lt;br /&gt;I get there when I close my eyes and hope and pray.&lt;br /&gt;That you and I will be there.” – Someday, Barbie Almalbis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-3211130035190686241?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/3211130035190686241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=3211130035190686241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/3211130035190686241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/3211130035190686241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/09/damn-drama.html' title='Damn the drama!'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/Ru0WH2wp2II/AAAAAAAAAEc/MRHNEUNUX3U/s72-c/1_980895418l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-808650753556371386</id><published>2007-09-15T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T17:59:30.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love. :)</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was another typical day.&lt;br /&gt;Uh, well atleast its fun. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my professors got insulted at me coz I’m on my mp3 in her class. But, But! We have no discussions going on. Were only doing the writing thing that she asks us to do. Tss. I got pissed, of course. Haha. :D coz I really wasn’t talking or making anything disturbing and I was finished with the first writing activity that I have to do. I was just waiting for her to call me so that she could check my work. But then all I heard from her was, “miss Navarro! Could you stop listening to that damn thing!”&lt;br /&gt;I was like.. “what the fuck is wrong with her?” haha. :D hassle. Tss. And mind the “damn thing”. Haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;So I went to her table as If nothing happened. Haha. :P I’m soo used to situations like that, really. Haha. I admit that I’m really the hard headed one. Haha. :D I mean, though I know the things that I shouldn’t be doing, I’m still doing it. :P but in small things only okay. My teachers way back in H.S are always pissed coz of me. :P haha. :P But don’t get me wrong, I know how to listen well. It’s just that I’m happy doing the things that shouldn’t be done. Okay okay. Whatever! :D Tsaka masarap lang talaga mang-asar at mamikon. :P haha. especially when your good at it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay talaga. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love is in the air, AGAIN!. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it.&lt;br /&gt;Sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there’s this one big question.&lt;br /&gt;WHEN??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past few weeks I’m thinking that I want it to happen now, like really now. haha.:P But I’ve got things to settle down first. Uhm. It can wait. :] Haay. :) Love can wait, ryt? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love really makes us happy, makes us feel complete. But if love becomes too overwhelming, becomes selfish, one is forced to move away. Moves away to find freedom. Space, it is. Love can’t be too extreme that you’ll forget how to give each other freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;People who loves deeply &amp;amp;&amp;amp; truly deserves all the respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound so mushy here huh. Haha. but as what I’ve experienced, I’ve proven that love is not selfish. Love can never be selfish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just hoping that I won’t be experiencing such things like that again in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUTURE. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be again updating tomorrow. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-808650753556371386?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/808650753556371386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=808650753556371386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/808650753556371386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/808650753556371386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/09/love.html' title='Love. :)'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-6414012937218906537</id><published>2007-09-13T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T20:09:45.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a weds, ryt? :P haha. We were able to watch a basketball game that was happening in our school’s gym. I was with my friends there. I was a bit bored cos I’m not a huge fan of basketball, just so you know. But it’s okay cos I was busy talking with my friends. Then suddenly someone comes into the scene. Errr. He, yes! He. So he came into the scene ryt. He’s askin’ for something. I don’t want to go into details okay. But I have to say this, I really have low tolerance for airhead jocks. So, I just ignored him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hit sm later on that day cos I’m planning to buy this aviators that I’m craving for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friends are there too.&lt;br /&gt;Invited us to have lunch with them.&lt;br /&gt;Kept on askin’&lt;br /&gt;Insisting.&lt;br /&gt;There. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school to watch La Salle’s game with LPC.&lt;br /&gt;Someone’s sweet. :P&lt;br /&gt;Yiii. :)&lt;br /&gt;I sat beside him. :)&lt;br /&gt;Haha. waaa.&lt;br /&gt;Talks. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun! talo lasalle. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s getting late soo we all decided to go home. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had seminar. Its all for business management froshies. Uh well, it went good. I’ve learned something at least. It’s freakin’ cold inside the auditorium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Someone’s beside me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sweeet. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this day. :P the way it went and all. It’s far more great than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the sparks. Thank you! :P haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping for more. if you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I’ll be waiting for our right time.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; that's a &lt;u&gt;promise&lt;/u&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-6414012937218906537?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/6414012937218906537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=6414012937218906537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/6414012937218906537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/6414012937218906537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/09/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-4528760726217333237</id><published>2007-09-12T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T22:47:10.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whaat?:P</title><content type='html'>I've got no time to update today. I've spent almost the whole day at school. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's freakin late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; i really need to sleep. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow there'll be a long entry i guess if i'm on the mood to blog. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nyt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-4528760726217333237?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4528760726217333237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=4528760726217333237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/4528760726217333237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/4528760726217333237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/09/whaatp.html' title='Whaat?:P'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-3631720743037541806</id><published>2007-09-11T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T18:51:17.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messin' during I.t class. :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went online at school while we were showered by lots and lots of nagging by our professor. 'Twas so annoying. She's talking &amp; talking and she's irritating as always. Haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad. :P How can i be so mean? hahaha. :D who cares?! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busy browsing templates for my blog and i saw only few that's quite good. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;I've done lots on the internet but still i managed get my ears all glued to her. Well, quite. :P&lt;br /&gt;I kept on asking my classmate. I was like, "&lt;em&gt;Uy anu na ginagawa? anu yan? panu yan&lt;/em&gt;?" It's soo obvious that i wasnt really listening. :P &lt;em&gt;Eh ang gulo gulo niya naman mag-explain.&lt;/em&gt; That's why half of the class wasnt listening to her. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, i love business i.t. Haha. :P Coz i get to do lots of things there &amp;amp; dont get caught.&lt;br /&gt;I charge my mp3 there when it runs out of battery &amp; of course, i could surf the internet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whaaat the fuck?! how can i be so stupid. :P i've got something to do. school thingy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; i need some sleep. Ack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters dude. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-3631720743037541806?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/3631720743037541806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=3631720743037541806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/3631720743037541806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/3631720743037541806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/09/messin-during-it-class-p.html' title='Messin&apos; during I.t class. :P'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-4034030355995729651</id><published>2007-09-10T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:44:34.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun fun fun. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally! Went to the mall yesterday to buy some groceries. But ‘twas boring still. Coz I’m broke. Yeh, BROKE, big time. It’s really been a while since i bought new clothes. ): Were broke at this time really. No shopping, not even window shopping. WTF?! Whew! I even run short at school with my everyday expenses. I’m planning for a part-time job application. What you think? Tss. I want to do this for the sake of my expenses, wants are of course included. But it’ll be tiring. Haay. I don’t know what to do. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have new pics to edit! Yey. :P I’ll just upload it on my friendster account when all the editing is done. &amp; I’ll post some here too. (: I’ll be hecka busy again editing pics. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is just around the corner, &amp;amp;&amp; I cant wait for it to come. :P I love Christmas coz of the cold weather and of course all the new stuffs that I’ll be receiving. :P Yeh really. :P The money and all. Haha. Kiddin’. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be doing some project for our NSTP-CWTS subject. And what the heck?! I’ll be doing all by myself. Uh well, almost. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super duper late again for my first subject, darn. Maan, what’s new? I was always late for my first subject every MWF. Haha. :P We were dismissed earlier as expected. Coz we don’t have our p.e. Haha. We have all the time to waste maaan. :P Were off to where else? But to the mall. Yippee.:P&lt;br /&gt;I’m with che and jinnie. We had coffee there, and random talks as we always do. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invited my bestfirend, Jordan to come over. Wala lang. I miss him eh. Especially our bonding. :P&lt;br /&gt;Whenever were together we just do things out of the ordinary. Haha. we look like retards really, but who cares? As long as were having fun and were not doing anything bad. :P Our mouths just can’t be stopped from talking and laughing. Telling stories, catching up and all the stuffs that we usually do .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at mcdonalds, endless walks, more walks. God! it's fun, really fun but what the fuck? it's soo tiring at the same time. Imagine. We talked, walked, laughed our hearts out. Who'd not be tired? haha. So we rested for a while okay. But the heck, We took pictures. lots of it when we were sitting on the stairs and even on our way home while riding on a jeep. :P The funny faces, ugly faces and even the stupid faces. :P we looked cute though. But we looked more stupid. :P we were actually laughing when we looked at our silly faces. Hahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’ll let you see some. :P&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: NO LAUGHING, PLEASE. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuU0l8eSbJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/OuxqBm5Tu8w/s1600-h/1_850276061l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108547178814663826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuU0l8eSbJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/OuxqBm5Tu8w/s200/1_850276061l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The look!:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUz88eSbII/AAAAAAAAAD0/QIi4VqTFSfM/s1600-h/1_480962120l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108546474440027266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUz88eSbII/AAAAAAAAAD0/QIi4VqTFSfM/s200/1_480962120l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bulaga!:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUzpseSbHI/AAAAAAAAADs/qrn2df8YWRw/s1600-h/1_840532430l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108546143727545458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUzpseSbHI/AAAAAAAAADs/qrn2df8YWRw/s200/1_840532430l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yiii. cute!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUzEceSbGI/AAAAAAAAADk/rfbQwwWAEEw/s1600-h/1_571534362l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108545503777418338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUzEceSbGI/AAAAAAAAADk/rfbQwwWAEEw/s200/1_571534362l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUytMeSbFI/AAAAAAAAADc/6lr1vT4736g/s1600-h/1_528760568l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108545104345459794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUytMeSbFI/AAAAAAAAADc/6lr1vT4736g/s200/1_528760568l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yuck! look at me!:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUyYceSbEI/AAAAAAAAADU/SVJ-t194TFU/s1600-h/1_485429525l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108544747863174210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUyYceSbEI/AAAAAAAAADU/SVJ-t194TFU/s200/1_485429525l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boy nganga &amp; Boy nguso. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUyH8eSbDI/AAAAAAAAADM/xEKmCTxCCxk/s1600-h/1_713166876l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108544464395332658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUyH8eSbDI/AAAAAAAAADM/xEKmCTxCCxk/s200/1_713166876l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUxuMeSbCI/AAAAAAAAADE/zVyOUkDIPmg/s1600-h/1_229490949l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108544022013701154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUxuMeSbCI/AAAAAAAAADE/zVyOUkDIPmg/s200/1_229490949l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Epal!:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUxXceSbBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/1NwhuFyu_To/s1600-h/1_209354018l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108543631171677202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUxXceSbBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/1NwhuFyu_To/s200/1_209354018l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So smile your heart out!:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUwyMeSbAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9o8iltFOgZ4/s1600-h/1_251189102l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108542991221550082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUwyMeSbAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9o8iltFOgZ4/s200/1_251189102l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hmmm. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUvYceSa_I/AAAAAAAAACs/G7_ZWp0_S7E/s1600-h/1_464335211l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108541449328290802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUvYceSa_I/AAAAAAAAACs/G7_ZWp0_S7E/s200/1_464335211l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is really funny. look at us! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUvAseSa-I/AAAAAAAAACk/tO8tNxXlRoQ/s1600-h/1_538945375l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108541041306397666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUvAseSa-I/AAAAAAAAACk/tO8tNxXlRoQ/s200/1_538945375l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hahaha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUtYceSa8I/AAAAAAAAACY/E6Fov10He7g/s1600-h/1_869568864l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108539250305035202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUtYceSa8I/AAAAAAAAACY/E6Fov10He7g/s200/1_869568864l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emote lang sige. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUsJ8eSa7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Q1gR33YhYC8/s1600-h/1_354943316l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108537901685304242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUsJ8eSa7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Q1gR33YhYC8/s200/1_354943316l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Smile. :) Pout. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUrk8eSa6I/AAAAAAAAACI/G-JhiuK8AqY/s1600-h/1_710425071l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108537266030144418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUrk8eSa6I/AAAAAAAAACI/G-JhiuK8AqY/s200/1_710425071l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hunky &amp; Pakyutii. :P wahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUrDseSa5I/AAAAAAAAACA/flNWtbqDGxc/s1600-h/1_880974104l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108536694799494034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUrDseSa5I/AAAAAAAAACA/flNWtbqDGxc/s200/1_880974104l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dads, seryoso nga eh. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUqkseSa4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/os-NfK2Oppc/s1600-h/1_202126254l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108536162223549314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUqkseSa4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/os-NfK2Oppc/s200/1_202126254l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peace, yo!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUqK8eSa3I/AAAAAAAAABw/FaaMjVO8Dk0/s1600-h/1_140666033l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108535719841917810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUqK8eSa3I/AAAAAAAAABw/FaaMjVO8Dk0/s200/1_140666033l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yay. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUpzseSa2I/AAAAAAAAABo/OejTbn6e0m0/s1600-h/1_526762494l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108535320409959266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUpzseSa2I/AAAAAAAAABo/OejTbn6e0m0/s200/1_526762494l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha. :P weeee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUpUMeSa1I/AAAAAAAAABg/TT8xVpVBRbY/s1600-h/1_453158030l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108534779244079954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUpUMeSa1I/AAAAAAAAABg/TT8xVpVBRbY/s200/1_453158030l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; May mas mga panget pa ba??:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUoo8eSa0I/AAAAAAAAABY/XKhRHy17H0s/s1600-h/1_566755648l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108534036214737730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUoo8eSa0I/AAAAAAAAABY/XKhRHy17H0s/s200/1_566755648l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay na sana. Ampanget ko nga lang. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUoV8eSazI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U7hK1cHFiPg/s1600-h/1_922202171l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108533709797223218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUoV8eSazI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U7hK1cHFiPg/s200/1_922202171l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aww. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUnLceSaxI/AAAAAAAAABA/sFPZLraRXGk/s1600-h/1_958135927l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108532429896968978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUnLceSaxI/AAAAAAAAABA/sFPZLraRXGk/s200/1_958135927l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's the problem?:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUmxceSawI/AAAAAAAAAA4/d1B997qq6Cs/s1600-h/1_326269394l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108531983220370178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUmxceSawI/AAAAAAAAAA4/d1B997qq6Cs/s200/1_326269394l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The face. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUljseSavI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Ga4NtInwq1o/s1600-h/1_113250246l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108530647485541106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuUljseSavI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Ga4NtInwq1o/s200/1_113250246l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What? Yii. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ahahaha. :P i cant stop laughing while i was uploading this silly pics. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maan. this day has been really tiring but 'twas super fun!:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Till our next gala dadz! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; don't forget the camwhoring! :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll be doing loadss! ugh! School stuffs. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jazz it. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-4034030355995729651?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4034030355995729651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=4034030355995729651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/4034030355995729651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/4034030355995729651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/09/finally-went-to-mall-yesterday-to-buy.html' title='Fun fun fun. :)'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuU0l8eSbJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/OuxqBm5Tu8w/s72-c/1_850276061l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-4214901486588925078</id><published>2007-09-08T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T21:53:37.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unanswered.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Weekend finally. :P&lt;br /&gt;Had slept late last night. Watched t.v. The show was shot in our school. :P&lt;br /&gt;Woke up 10am today. Urgh. Still wanting to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Ate breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to room.&lt;br /&gt;Opened laptop.&lt;br /&gt;Of course to do some stupid stuffs in the photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;Wants to be online.&lt;br /&gt;But I cant. Haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;Still boredom eats me up.&lt;br /&gt;Text messages from friends.&lt;br /&gt;Invites me to go out.&lt;br /&gt;Be with them.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go.&lt;br /&gt;But I cant. AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;Darn it!&lt;br /&gt;Browsing my pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Looking for something to edit.&lt;br /&gt;Time is running slow.&lt;br /&gt;It’s freakin’ hot.&lt;br /&gt;Bored. Bored. Boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone’s telling me stories.&lt;br /&gt;Interesting. :P&lt;br /&gt;Like it.&lt;br /&gt;Creepy, really.&lt;br /&gt;(Oh my. I made a rhyme. :P)&lt;br /&gt;Stories. More stories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Smiles.:)&lt;br /&gt;Took my boredom away.&lt;br /&gt;Talks.&lt;br /&gt;More talks. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craves for something.&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t know what.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why.&lt;br /&gt;Confused.&lt;br /&gt;Irritated.&lt;br /&gt;Thinks random.&lt;br /&gt;Questions came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lots of “Why’s”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lots of “How’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Finds answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Answers non-existent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinks again.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts are in random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hate. I envy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want what I cant have.&lt;br /&gt;I have what I don’t want.&lt;br /&gt;Leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinks of someone.&lt;br /&gt;Something.&lt;br /&gt;Made me more confused.&lt;br /&gt;Someone I cant have??&lt;br /&gt;Or someone I already have?&lt;br /&gt;Someone I’m wishing for?&lt;br /&gt;Still, No answers.&lt;br /&gt;Questions are haunting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don’t want questions.&lt;br /&gt;What I want is answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It’s tiring me.&lt;br /&gt;Hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stop before its too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Maybe tomorrow there’ll be answers.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Things really change.&lt;br /&gt;Accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-4214901486588925078?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/4214901486588925078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=4214901486588925078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/4214901486588925078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/4214901486588925078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/09/unanswered.html' title='Unanswered.'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-1304256875741090249</id><published>2007-09-07T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:44:34.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to share.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuEXLMeSauI/AAAAAAAAAAo/lpazgV-ILM4/s1600-h/DSC04283+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107388933509114594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="170" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuEXLMeSauI/AAAAAAAAAAo/lpazgV-ILM4/s200/DSC04283+copy.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What yah think? :) haha. effin my work. :P Just added some words in it. Looks EMO right? :P&lt;br /&gt;Yeps. Just to match the waiting look on the photo. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-1304256875741090249?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/1304256875741090249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=1304256875741090249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/1304256875741090249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/1304256875741090249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-to-share.html' title='Just to share.'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cnG2dr6z6xY/RuEXLMeSauI/AAAAAAAAAAo/lpazgV-ILM4/s72-c/DSC04283+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-2633113304008927774</id><published>2007-09-07T15:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T18:14:39.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blurt it.</title><content type='html'>Ack! There. I’ve spent freakin’ hours just to add craps in this blog. Haha. Sorry, Addicted to web design. :P took me three hours. Wtfffff?? Haha. Why that long? Coz I’ve got to find a template that looks good enough. Plus it made me edit lots of things in the template code. Argh. Waste of time! Of course I made it look cool. :P It looks pretty cool right? Agree? You’ve got no choice but to do so. This is it. Haha. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’m blogging again &amp; this time I wont delete it anymore. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.. I’m feeling really tired these past few weeks. Stressed-out. Uhh. That’s why I’m looking uhmm I don’t know. I look awful with this puffy eyes coz I’m not able to sleep well for 2 days in a row. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fuck thaaaat. :P&lt;/span&gt; And school is soo booriing. Minus the vacant hours of course. :P Ugh! How I hate it. I even had moodswings coz of the hot weather. But my friends are cool enough to understand. (thanks guys.) I really cant wait for the coming weekend, I swear I’m gonna sleep all day. I effin need it. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inlove with photoshop? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Uh yes. Definitely. :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editing pics using my very own adobe PS CS2. its really loved maaan. :P Im totally addicted to it. Thanks a lot to chelsea. I got my PS from her. :P But there's one problem.. I think i have to do some PS lessons. :P Why? Coz im not so familiar with it's features but i guess i'll do good though.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WTF?!&lt;/span&gt; Internet access is freakin' sloooww. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh. i miss my highschool friends as much as i miss highschool. :( College is way different kasi eh. Haay. My college friends are okay but of course when i talk about all the things that i've shared with my h.s barkada, Nothing compares. Haay. With them i can be more than myself, i can blurt out whatever i think. &amp;amp; the main thing is, they know me well. :) I really miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Would it mean soo much if i tell you that.. " i am nothing now, and it's been so long since i heard the sound, the sound of my only YOU. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-2633113304008927774?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/2633113304008927774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=2633113304008927774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/2633113304008927774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/2633113304008927774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/09/ack-there.html' title='Blurt it.'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6564568529953883381.post-184086154782856008</id><published>2007-09-05T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T12:48:05.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back, yo!</title><content type='html'>iAhhh. Here I go again for the 2nd time around, writing on a blog. Maaan, I have a old blog account before but due to my laziness, and maybe because during that time I’m not soo interested in writing and because internet access in our house is shit. You what I mean, I deleted it. But now, what the heck?! I’m soo into writing especially blogging. Haha. Writing on a diary is another option but hello? Too old style. I mean we have different sites that offer free blogs and journals. And that’s waaay too cooler than writing on a diary coz we can actually post pictures and whatever things on it. Cool ryt?:P Writing is really one thing I indulge myself into. I consider it as one of my interests already, ( still next to music of course. :) ) coz I get to write my thoughts and everything I want to, express myself in million ways and freedom, just freedom. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got loads to update baby. Goodness. I don’t know where the hell to start coz I stopped blogging when it was still summer vacation and I don’t know what to write now. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maan! Let’s just forget the freakin’ past alright. Better. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m having headaches due to lack of sleep. Fuck. And my eyes are kinda aching too. Tss. The headache madness made me cut my classes. I’m not able to attend my college algebra subject coz my headaches are killin’ me, that’s why I decided to go home. Its still good though, haha. coz I really really super hate math. Darn it. The headaches will be worst if I attend that fuckin’ subject. Hahaha. :P I really don’t know why I couldn’t sleep well. My god! Something is really going on in my mind every night. What is it?? Maybe it’s the freakin’ addiction to photoshop. Fuck it. Hahaha. Shallow really but oh well I’ve got nothing to do about it. I’m really obsessed in photo editing plus the fact that I always want to get hold of internet access to make whatevers on wherever sites. Like a blog or even a multiply account. Hassle! Tss. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; the thought of having the things that I want. Dreams &amp;amp; the material stuffs that I crave for. Like a new digicam for example and a new laptop. Having a faster I-net access so I could do my thing on the internet. And the freakin’ ms. Management thing that’ll be going on in our university. Maan. Its quite an achievement really coz its my first time to undergo some screening for some stupid pageant and wtf?! I got in. hehe. Owe my b’mates for their convincing powers. Haha. pinilit talaga nila ko na magpascreening. Coz they were thinkin’ that I have this huge chance to get in. hindi nga sila magkamali. Hahaha. But but but. I really don’t desire to join that pageant but im an aspiring model. Yeah, a model. Haha. Coz I don’t fit to some pageants like that coz im not really a talented person. In fact I don’t know what the fuck is my talent. I’m totally clueless if I have one. Haha. Well anyways, i really dont desire to be on a thing like that soo it's not a huge problem for me. Haha. Maybe i'll get experience from there but i dont have the courage soo i think i'll have to leave it alone. :( Hayyy. Hope i won't regret this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6564568529953883381-184086154782856008?l=nheecaii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/feeds/184086154782856008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6564568529953883381&amp;postID=184086154782856008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/184086154782856008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6564568529953883381/posts/default/184086154782856008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nheecaii.blogspot.com/2007/09/again.html' title='I&apos;m back, yo!'/><author><name>nheecaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11320494438676733391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
