<?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-25725627</id><updated>2011-09-08T15:06:39.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sugar_sparrow</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is for self-expression purposes, but not for revealing secrets. I just want to keep everyone updated with my life. :D</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>174</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-3863330513980944468</id><published>2008-01-26T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T18:38:10.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the year 2069</title><content type='html'>My McDonald's store went bankrupt. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best record before this one was 2027. So when I already broke that record, I was really, really happy. I got bored in the middle of the game though, but still I HELD ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, Sadness dawns on me. And I was so close to reaching 2070. Le Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mcdonaldsvideogame.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try&lt;/a&gt; it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-3863330513980944468?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/3863330513980944468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/3863330513980944468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-year-2069.html' title='in the year 2069'/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-3218857479309703044</id><published>2008-01-21T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T10:20:28.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive again?</title><content type='html'>AMC class. Bored as usual. So I thought of passing by my long-abandoned blog. I remembered the time I created this blog. It was the summer after my highschool graduation. There was lots, and LOTS of free time. I said to myself: It's about time I do a serious blog! And so I did. I gave my all doing this one, practically updating it every day, thinking of fresh and fun stuff to write about. Come first year college, I still continued writing. I remember blogging about "Tom and Jerry", both of which I haven't seen for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was well, till LiveJournal arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, it's not really LJ's fault. Let's just say, my life has changed since who-knows-when. But yes, it did change. And suddenly, I find the need to release all my frustrations and anger through my "more-private" blog. Funny how my emotions for the past years are reflected through my shifting of blogs. But it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to today, I thought of checking my blog for no good reason. The last time I posted was last month, a poem I dedicate for myself. Surprisingly, I find new messages in my tagboard. I'm surprised really, happy and even guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the good memories written in this blog, should I continue it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-3218857479309703044?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/3218857479309703044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/3218857479309703044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2008/01/alive-again.html' title='Alive again?'/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-4824052292100595921</id><published>2007-12-11T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T23:41:56.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Cheer up! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more to life&lt;br /&gt;    than sulking over a friendship gone wrong;&lt;br /&gt;        a relationship that never existed&lt;br /&gt;            or a fondness in the heart that was never reciprocated from the very beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life,&lt;br /&gt;    there are friends worth all the time and effort.&lt;br /&gt;        There are relationships that last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;            And someday, you'll find someone you'll give your entire heart to,&lt;br /&gt;            and you know very well,&lt;br /&gt;                                                that he will treasure it as if it were his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something in life that we call &lt;b&gt;HOPE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the thing that keeps us alive right now,&lt;br /&gt;      the drive that urges us to move forward, and not look back on all the the things that have happened in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes in different forms:&lt;br /&gt;     a thing,&lt;br /&gt;            a stranger,&lt;br /&gt;                a friend.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't have to be something new.&lt;br /&gt;It could have been there all along, &lt;br /&gt;                        you were just too busy or preoccupied with something else&lt;br /&gt;                                            to have noticed its presence.&lt;br /&gt;It allows us to appreciate what good life has to bring,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                            despite all the sad events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as you see even just a little speck of hope in your life,&lt;br /&gt;    then I tell you,&lt;br /&gt;                             you are one of the luckiest people in this world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my friends&lt;br /&gt;    who feel rejected,&lt;br /&gt;                        lost&lt;br /&gt;                            and alone;&lt;br /&gt;for myself,&lt;br /&gt;    sad,&lt;br /&gt;        bitter,&lt;br /&gt;            troubled and confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is in memory of the past&lt;br /&gt;    we can never forget&lt;br /&gt;                                no matter how hard we try,&lt;br /&gt;    but we can definitely learn from,&lt;br /&gt;                                as long as we believe in ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember,&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;b&gt;it will heal. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-4824052292100595921?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/4824052292100595921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/4824052292100595921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/12/deep-thoughts.html' title='Deep thoughts'/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-6900545786749638139</id><published>2007-08-17T04:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T21:04:25.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 300px; min-height: 250px; background-color: rgb(216, 233, 237); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div style="background: rgb(129, 172, 201) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; height: 4px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner1.gif" style="float: left;" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner2.gif" style="float: right;" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div style="padding: 0pt 0pt 5px; background: rgb(129, 172, 201) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="padding: 3px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Reputation at Hogwarts! (Includes the opinions of teachers my friend, and just about everyone else!) Girlies Please.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div style="padding: 5px; text-align: left; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(216, 233, 237);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;Your name: Kat Worthington&lt;br /&gt;Your house: Gryffindor&lt;br /&gt;Year: Seventh&lt;br /&gt;Your appearance: Pretty with long brown hair, clear emerald eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Your amortentia smells: Roses, lavender, chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Your patronus: Cougar&lt;br /&gt;Blood?: Half blood&lt;br /&gt;BF: Quite possibly Harry or Ron. You decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students:&lt;br /&gt;Harry: She's a really great person; beautiful and good hearted.&lt;br /&gt;Ron:If only I could get her to actually look at me for once...&lt;br /&gt;Hermoine: Kat's nice...but she's just like Harry and Ron when it comes to schoolwork; mooching off me!&lt;br /&gt;Cho: She looks like she could be in a relationship with Harry...&lt;br /&gt;Draco: Not really worth my time...but she is pretty. Very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Pansy: Right now, I neither like nor dislike her...but if Dracky-poo likes her, I hate her.&lt;br /&gt;Fred/George: She's nice...Fun Person, but gets kinda mushy around Harry.&lt;br /&gt;Neville: I like her. She helped me in herbology once. She's very talented.&lt;br /&gt;Ginny: She's okay. Not mean or anything...but I hate her displays of affection whenever Harry's around.&lt;br /&gt;Crabe/Goyle: Is she some kind of food?&lt;br /&gt;Cedric (dead): She's beautiful...wouldn't really give a Hufflepuff the time of day though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers:&lt;br /&gt;McGonagall: Fairly good student...very good at transfiguration. I'm proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;Snape: Not pathetic, but not fabulous wither. None of my talent in potions. Annoying habit of staring at me loathingly.&lt;br /&gt;Binns: Must pay more attention in class!&lt;br /&gt;Trelawney: I see a bright future...clouded by something dark...her parents will perish!&lt;br /&gt;Flitwick: Dreadful at charms, but a kind girl.Habit of falling asleep, but scrapes a passing grade in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Sprout: Genius in herbology. Great student. She's grown better every year.&lt;br /&gt;Hagrid: So cute with Harry...*sniffle*&lt;br /&gt;Lupin: Kat's a good girl. Could work a bit on her patronus, but once that's picked up, she could be as excellent as Harry!&lt;br /&gt;Mad-Eye: I dont see alot of potential...but who am I to judge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others:&lt;br /&gt;Fleur: She 'as beeautiful 'air, and she ees ze nicest girl I've met at 'ogwarts.&lt;br /&gt;Viktor: I don't know much about her.&lt;br /&gt;Mr/Mrs. Weasley:&lt;br /&gt;Molly: Oh she is darling! Came by one Christmas with Harry. They look so perfect together!&lt;br /&gt;Arthur: Now, now, Molly...&lt;br /&gt;Madame Rosmerta: Lovely girl. Helped me repair a whole cupboardful of glasses one year.&lt;br /&gt;Tonks: She's pretty cool...helped me un-jam my hair color once. Did a real good job of it.&lt;br /&gt;Voldemort: Anyone with connections to Harry should DIE!&lt;br /&gt;Sirius (dead): I'm glad she and Harry like each other...sometimes reminds me of Lily and James.&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore (dead): Always a star at Hogwarts. Special place in my heart like Harry.&lt;br /&gt;Filch: Don't see her often in hallways...clean record, I reckon.&lt;br /&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/kimiko345/quizzes/Your+Reputation+at+Hogwarts%21+%28Includes+the+opinions+of+teachers+my+friend%2C+and+just+about+everyone+else%21%29+Girlies+Please."&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/" target="quizilla"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/codepastes/30qzlogo.gif" style="padding: 2px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php"&gt;Make A Quiz&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/kimiko345/quizzes/"&gt;More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=4385805"&gt;Grab Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-6900545786749638139?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/6900545786749638139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/6900545786749638139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/08/your-reputation-at-hogwarts-includes.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-647479904807986387</id><published>2007-07-29T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T23:58:34.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alas!&lt;br /&gt;And yet I am not one of a kind, but just&lt;br /&gt;one, of the kind. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-647479904807986387?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/647479904807986387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/647479904807986387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/07/alas-and-yet-i-am-not-one-of-kind-but.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-2583334867708649304</id><published>2007-07-24T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T19:37:16.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My hands are still half numb, half shaking ten minutes I closed that book. This is why I hate reading slowly. I have this tendency to sink in every single word and detail of the story, then I start imagining myself in the story itself, and that creeps me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, just in Chapter 5 and already one lost an ear, and another died. Can things get any worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that was a rhetorical question. Of course it will! &gt;.&lt;&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/25725627-2583334867708649304?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/2583334867708649304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/2583334867708649304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-7807326460143079081</id><published>2007-07-09T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T09:00:45.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alright... so it's been a really really long time. Oh well, it's already the fourth week of school. School has been kind with me in some ways I couldn't quite understand. At first it seems really tough, but eventually things will be better. I just hope this keeps up through the rest of the sem. I don't mind tough work. All I really care is that things will turn out right in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am now, officially, a social-lifeless person. When last year I have to balance my acads atop of my shoulders, this year, I have to balance acads AND org work atop my skinny shoulders. &gt;.&lt; It's sad to confess too, that I've already missed watching a lot of movies this summer. Hopefully, after the GA video, I can watch Transformers finally. Also, I really, really want to watch HP5 this Saturday with Celadon!!! Wahh...!!!&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/25725627-7807326460143079081?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/7807326460143079081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/7807326460143079081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-7531787233507581112</id><published>2007-06-12T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T01:32:08.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alright, so I haven't posted for a long time. School's about to start, and I'm proud to say I'm really looking forward to it. The last days of my summer vacation were well spent so to speak, since I've been a really useful person by volunteering for the yearly ORSEM (Freshmen Orientation Seminar) in Ateneo. Oh yah, and I got meself new shoes, or should I say my parents bought me new shoes, and I love them! I'm also writing a diary write now, for those really, really personal and stressful stuffs that are currently happening in my life. My first entry was actually three pages long because I was really furious that time for... certain personal reasons. Anyway, I'll keep you posted, although I'm pretty sure hardly anyone is going through here right now.&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/25725627-7531787233507581112?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/7531787233507581112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/7531787233507581112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/06/alright-so-i-havent-posted-for-long.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-6892975336309274289</id><published>2007-05-30T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T23:24:08.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I woke up at 5 am today. For what you may ask? Enlistment that's what. Summer classes are over but the first sem is fast approaching. A part of me really wants to get back to school. I tell you, life at home is really, really boring. But hell knows what lies ahead of me this school year. Pressure man, pressure. Anyway, I pretty much like my schedule for the next school year, but, oh well, who knows what's gonna happen? One thing's for sure though, I'd be spending a lot of time in the Celadon room, CompSAT room, Rizal lib or Matteo. Then, there's the problem of getting to school and back. My schedule's different from last year and since I'm a "squatter", I really can't expect my family to adjust with my new schedule. Oh well, poor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been feeling a lot more neglected and ignored, I dunno why. &gt;.&lt; Watching Goal! today sort of brightened up my day. Thanks to Nicole! Besides the really hot lead, Kuno Becker, this movie is one of those like Coach Carter, Honey and You Got Served. Reminds me how much I miss playing futsal, my futsal shoes, shin guards and socks all shunned behind the closet. Oh yah, and did I mention that Kuno Becker is a hottie? He reminds me a lot of Chad Michael Murray. Maybe I really like guys who are bald. Hmmm... oh and Kuno Becker was dreamy. How many times have I said that? XP Really, you should watch the movie if you still haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuno Becker is &lt;3!&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/25725627-6892975336309274289?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/6892975336309274289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/6892975336309274289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-7401387851705634687</id><published>2007-05-22T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T23:45:51.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG this is hilarious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I took this quiz that I got from Paulo. The result was kind of expected of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vara-sundaisy.fateback.com/quizmania/charrole.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img147.echo.cx/img147/7886/adventuroushero0sz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://vara-sundaisy.fateback.com/quizmania/charrole.html" target="new"&gt;What Fantasy Archetype Are You? Quiz&lt;/a&gt; by Vara Sundaisy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait, there's more. This one's part of the results too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Indy, comic sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#0099ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#0099ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Examples of Adventurous Heroes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Indy, comic sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#0099ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#0099ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Indy, comic sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#0099ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#0099ff;"&gt; Indiana Jones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Indy, comic sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#0099ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#0099ff;"&gt; Harry Potter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Indy, comic sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#0099ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#0099ff;"&gt; Speed Racer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Indy, comic sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#0099ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#0099ff;"&gt; Ranma Saotome, &lt;i&gt;Ranma 1/2&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Indy, comic sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#0099ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#0099ff;"&gt; Spike, &lt;i&gt;Cowboy Bebop&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Indy, comic sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#0099ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#0099ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Captain Jack Sparrow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;--- oh yah beybeh! XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Indy, comic sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#0099ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#0099ff;"&gt; Camella Winchester, &lt;i&gt;Winchester Universe&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-7401387851705634687?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/7401387851705634687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/7401387851705634687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/05/omg-this-is-hilarious.html' title='OMG this is hilarious'/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-7916998886375313933</id><published>2007-05-21T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T21:14:38.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have to write this down right now before I finally burst...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malas ka talaga. Kung kailan akala mong maganda na ang nakuha mo, may mas magagandang makukuha pa rin ang susunod sa iyo. Bakit kaya? Hindi lang ba alam ng ibang tao ang gusto mo? O malas ka lang talaga? O baka, napilitan lang sila bigyan ka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano man ang dahilan, aminin mo na, tanggapin mo na, MALAS ka lang talaga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-7916998886375313933?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/7916998886375313933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/7916998886375313933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-have-to-write-this-down-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-4761961704600158028</id><published>2007-05-19T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T21:14:20.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I need Bleach 123. I need it, I need it, like an obsession. WAAAAAHHHH.... I can't go on with my marathon if the friggin UTorrent won't finish downloading it today. WAAAAAHHHHHHH...... 123!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-4761961704600158028?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/4761961704600158028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/4761961704600158028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-need-bleach-123.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-6762137795539015964</id><published>2007-05-15T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T23:35:19.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I saw a pretty sight today. XP&lt;br /&gt;I saw someone with really, really beautiful eyes, like those of a goddess! Dark, round eyes that look so lively from afar and so lovely up close. With really, really long and curvy eyelashes too! Ooooh... pretty pretty. I envy those eyes, unlike mine that are teensy weensy small. Booooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr... oh yah, did I mention  he's a guy?  Golly, he looks like a doll with those eyes. LOL. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ansama ko talaga.... nyahahaha... XP XP XP&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/25725627-6762137795539015964?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/6762137795539015964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/6762137795539015964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-saw-pretty-sight-today.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-8326974446855472287</id><published>2007-05-12T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T00:19:26.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" bg cellspacing="2" cellpadding="10" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tr bg style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?action="take&amp;quiz_id="5742"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#505A84;"&gt;What Heroes Character Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#505A84;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claire Bennet!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your Claire, your spunky, cute, and are virtually invulnerable.&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?action="take&amp;amp;quiz_id="5742"&gt;&lt;img alt="Personality Test Results" border="0" src="http://www.youthink.com/quiz_images/full_524364894.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?action="take&amp;amp;quiz_id="5742"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Click Here to Take This Quiz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:C0C0C0;"&gt;Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;YouThink.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; quizzes and personality tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-8326974446855472287?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/8326974446855472287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/8326974446855472287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-heroes-character-are-you-claire.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-4126225478290256819</id><published>2007-05-08T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T17:16:14.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My cousin got married last Sunday. The wedding was held at the church near MOA. It was my first time to go in there and I really think it's a nice, cozy place. I was one of the secondary sponsors, cord sponsor to be exact. Basically, all I had to do was to place the cord on the wedded couple. But afterward, I had more stuff to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since they didn't call for a wedding planner, it was my cousin (the groom's younger sister) who was in charge of everything. The two of us had to go to the restaurant an hour earlier to make the final preparations. I was later assigned to the entrance, along with another secondary sponsor from the bride's side, to let people sign in the couple's dedication book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest part in the dinner was when my name was called, along with my cousin's office mates, to have a picture with the newly-weds. I was surprised and I thought they called my name by mistake, but a look from cousin told me it wasn't. So I went on stage, 3 ladies and 3 guys took a group picture with the couple. Then another 6 people were called, one of them was my older girl cousin. Seeing that it was just a picture taking, she went on stage without hesitation. After the picture taking though, the emcee suddenly announced: "Congratulations! You six are the chosen singles to play our game tonight!" My girl cousin's face was priceless. She was shocked, while I on the other hand couldn't stop laughing. I was so lucky I wasn't chosen for the game. HARHAR. Anyway, I still haven't asked my cousin why he included my name in the list, since I just turned 18?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, does that mean I can have a boyfriend now? XP&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/25725627-4126225478290256819?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/4126225478290256819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/4126225478290256819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-cousin-got-married-last-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-8671182732212138100</id><published>2007-05-05T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T19:30:25.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I realized that my blog turned a year old last April 10. Pft, how insensitive of me. Anyway, happy birthday beesandsparrows. I'm glad you actually lasted for more than a year, considering that your older brother, whaoynneey was a big waste of time and was abandoned by yours truly within a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, I used to be a bad blogger. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nuther busy weekend. And I'm brain dead. Must be because of what happened last night. Or maybe it's because of the dream. Or maybe, I'm just being EMO again. Pft.&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/25725627-8671182732212138100?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/8671182732212138100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/8671182732212138100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-realized-that-my-blog-turned-year-old.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-2700143859396304640</id><published>2007-05-04T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T00:33:09.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*Author's Note:&lt;br /&gt;The original of this post can be found &lt;a href="http://beesandsparrows.livejournal.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Although considering that it is a private blog, the author has decided to post it here as well. For those with LJ accounts, please click on the link above. Many thanks.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were born to a wealthy family, I wouldn't be what  I am now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started last Tuesday, May 1. My family went "window shopping" at SM. I have to admit it's been a long time since I last stepped inside a mall, so I was able to look through a lot of cool new stuff and new things that set the latest trends, as well as more new things to crave for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, as I have said, I can only crave for these things. I remember last month while my parents were filling up my scholarship update form, I noticed that our family income didn't increase for the past year while our yearly expenses increased by a large amount. At first, I was really surprised that our expenses could still get this high considering that we didn't have to pay for my tuition (which really saves up a lot of money). After last Tuesday, I finally found the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prices of commodities have turned so high, it's amazing how some people can still afford these stuff. Perhaps, you have to be really, really rich to afford them. While I went through a new line of clothes and jeans from Lee, this was my usual routine: 1) I'd look through the designs, and if I found something I really like I'll 2) check the price tag. Well, surprise, surprise. The clothes actually cost more than my weekly school allowance. Mom kept urging me to try them on but I said, why bother? Why do you bother trying them on, finding them a perfect fit for you but in the end, you'll only be returning them back to the clothes' rack? I mean, what's the point? Hell ya, I've been wearing the same clothes over and over again. And my pants seem to be shrinking through constant wear, either because I grew taller or they're just really, really old. But that's the only thing your life can offer you, so face it. That's all you've got. Don't try too hard to improve yourself because no matter how beautiful your shell is, you still have the same inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sulking since then. It sux to be poor. Well, I guess, I'm much more fortunate than other lower-class people but it certainly sux if you can't afford to buy the things you want. It also sux how everything bad that happened in your life starts to go back to you in your most miserable times. And to think the reason behind all these misery is the fact that I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth. Thus, the status message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ozy was the only one who gave me a very reasonable explanation to my predicament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;osmond go: And what is it that you are now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Honey: poor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Honey: deprived&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Honey: socially discriminated&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;osmond go: And if you were born to a wealthy family, do you think that you will have the same intelligence, friends, experiences?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;osmond go: Everyone wants to be an heir/heiress.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;osmond go: We are who we make ourselves to be.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;osmond go: You only feel poor because you are surrounded by wealthy people.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;osmond go: You are only deprived because you choose to live by their standards.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;osmond go: And you are socially discriminated because you are Chinese, you can't do anything about that. Pinas tayo eh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Honey: *blink blink*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Honey: hands down ozy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-------&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;osmond go: But I doubt if you would want to have been sent to a lower-class school and be the richest and least deprived by default.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;osmond go: Anyways wag mo na isipin yan, it only makes a person feel bad about themselves because they neglect to see the good things that have happened in their lives.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ozy, grabe hands down talaga.  You definitely shut me up after that. I mean, there's nothing else left to be said. Why complain about life when there are so many things you have to be grateful for? For one, I'm grateful I'm studying the course I love, in a university I love and that I'm part of an organization I love. Perhaps, if I were born to a wealthy family, I wouldn't realize how much these things mean to me. Sure, I'll get all the material things I've always wanted, but I'm definitely going to miss out the most important thing that has been keeping me going until now: fighting for my own successes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may be few, but I'm proud to say I've shed tears and blood by attaining them. And fortunately, they're all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I'm ME!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-2700143859396304640?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/2700143859396304640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/2700143859396304640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/05/authors-note-original-of-this-post-can.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-6269563878203916694</id><published>2007-05-03T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T21:57:47.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last April 30, I went on a roadtrip with my father to Binan, Laguna. It was my uncle and cousin's birthday celebration and since mom was busy, I had to represent her for the occasion. Undoubtedly, I fell asleep on our way there. It was a really long trip, took us two hours just to get there because of the heavy traffic along Alabang. When we finally got there, turned out that many of our family members have not arrived yet. Pa and I helped ourselves to the buffet table, I went there twice. XP Then I was really, really bored. Good thing my aunt brought her laptop with her, although there was no WiFi Access, my cousin and I kept ourselves busy by playing the card games available in Windows. At the same time, I got in touch with my Chinese fangirl self. We got home at around 12 midnight. I was dog tired. But sometimes, it just feels great to be reunited with relatives and simply keeping in touch with the old me. XP&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/25725627-6269563878203916694?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/6269563878203916694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/6269563878203916694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/05/last-april-30-i-went-on-roadtrip-with.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-5310721677663985497</id><published>2007-04-29T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T16:21:26.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gmteL0uZfQM/RjRSjKWKWqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/et8JDbGwpvY/s1600-h/khaki+brow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gmteL0uZfQM/RjRSjKWKWqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/et8JDbGwpvY/s320/khaki+brow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058759045470116514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm back with JJ. LOL. I remembered how I fell in love with his voice when I was still a sophie back in high school. Eventually, he drifted away when I decided to get serious with my studies again. Well, he must have missed this fan of his. Yesterday, I got my new glasses. Then we were on our way to eat lunch when we passed by a small Chinese shop selling DVDs and CDs. I was really pissed at that time and was walking really fast because of the heat, but I instantly stopped my tracks when I caught sight of that shop at the corner of my eye. It's been so long since the last time I went to China to update my song lists. And my favorite downloading site failed me, so you can say I've been Chinese-songs deprived for two years. Mom was interested too, so we both went into without another word. (Yah, Pa was forced to go in with us too. XP) Here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma: Zong Yi (that's my Chinese name),  go check out if they have good artists with new albums.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sure. More than glad to do so. (stupid grin plastered across my face)&lt;br /&gt;Me (to myself): SHE, eew. New band, eew. Mayday, coolie! Jay Chou, eew. Andy Lau, oldie. David Tao, kewl! Err... wats this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another CD that fell of the rack as I pulled out David Tao's album. When I picked it up, to my greatest delight, it was JJ's latest album! JJ's doing his miracles again. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time until we got home, I didn't let go of JJ's CD. (Well besides the time I ate lunch. LOL) I played the CD the moment I turned on my computer. Yes, JJ never fails to pull at my heart strings. XP&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/25725627-5310721677663985497?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/5310721677663985497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/5310721677663985497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-back-with-jj.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gmteL0uZfQM/RjRSjKWKWqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/et8JDbGwpvY/s72-c/khaki+brow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-896562049129019072</id><published>2007-04-26T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T00:48:18.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://guru.theotaku.com/view.php?action=retrieve&amp;id=125"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://guru.theotaku.com/results/125_Crazy_Kon.jpg" alt="Quiz Result Provided By: theOtaku.com." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://guru.theotaku.com/view.php?action=retrieve&amp;amp;id=125"&gt;What Kon Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosted by theOtaku.com: &lt;a href="http://www.theotaku.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Done right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-896562049129019072?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/896562049129019072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/896562049129019072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-kon-are-you-hosted-by-theotaku.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-7284199788550391749</id><published>2007-04-21T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T21:37:08.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just got home from our EXTrated Plansem. Yup, it was the greatest overnight I had. XP I can't believe I'm officially an Externals manager already. And yes, I got the project I've always wanted: Celadon Week. Kumusta naman? Good luck to Kirsten and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Plansem, the EXTrated managers had lots of bonding time, and exclusive sabaw moments courtesy of Francis. I now see the reason why Aidz and Je insisted that as much as possible, we could have an overnight plansem at someone's house. Well, thanks to Lence, we had a really, really great time at his place. From Friday afternoon straight till Saturday morning, we were temporarily separated from the summer heat of the outside. XP And who could forget our amazing Mcdo moments? XP Overnight can really increase the bond in the group involved. In just one night, we played poker, played O2 Jam, watched YouTube videos, ate junk food and simply chatted the night away. I can't wait for Formsem already. I bet there will be more fun in store for us, since we'll be meeting all of Celadon's managers by then.Who knows? There might be beer, and that definitely spells F-U-N!!!&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/25725627-7284199788550391749?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/7284199788550391749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/7284199788550391749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-just-got-home-from-our-extrated.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-2156336647505831021</id><published>2007-04-19T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T19:57:49.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tomorrow is the last day of my first week of classes. As of now, I'm really, really enjoying my summer classes. I just hope my interest stays with me for the rest of the term, and the workload of each class will remain as reasonable as possible. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally learning how to speak Nihonggo. Well, takes some time for me to decipher each letter, but I guess I'll improve through constant practice. Psych class is just as interesting as it could get. I remember my classes with Ma'am Kara and that just drives me more to take my Psych class seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended the 40th AJSS opening yesterday. I saw Cybill again! XP There are 72 participants again this year. There faces remind me of ours the first time we gathered in that freezing Escaler Hall. It surprises me sometimes how time flies so fast. Two years ago, as I sat among my AJSS classmates in Escaler Hall for our graduation, studying in Ateneo was just a dream, a goal I promised myself to work hard for. Now two years after, I'm finally in! Needless to say, I've gone through a lot to have gotten this far, but at least as for now, I haven't regretted a single bit, yet. XP&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/25725627-2156336647505831021?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/2156336647505831021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/2156336647505831021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/04/tomorrow-is-last-day-of-my-first-week.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-3086434044469263095</id><published>2007-04-15T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T15:06:05.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Home alone again. This just means one thing: BLEACH TIME!!! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, I had 5 slices of pizza for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had donuts for lunch. Teehee... I'm hopeless. XP Now, I'm just hoping pa comes home soon with my lunch. In the meantime, Bleach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for summer class! WTH, its tomorrow! XP&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/25725627-3086434044469263095?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/3086434044469263095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/3086434044469263095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/04/home-alone-again.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-6943483392096908114</id><published>2007-04-11T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T23:24:31.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To those who are interested... XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking up:&lt;br /&gt;1. Foreign Language - Japanese&lt;br /&gt;2. Psychology 101&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this summer! I'll be at school the entire morning till noon. But if I got a really good reason to stay in the afternoon, I will. XP&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/25725627-6943483392096908114?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/6943483392096908114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/6943483392096908114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-those-who-are-interested.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-5953877376786027371</id><published>2007-04-08T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T02:34:06.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And the last time I watched a movie at the cinema house was the MMFF season. XP and that was at SM Sta. Mesa. The last movie I watched at Gateway cinema was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-men 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahahaha... I'm a loser. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;300 rawks!!!&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/25725627-5953877376786027371?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/5953877376786027371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/5953877376786027371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/04/and-last-time-i-watched-movie-at-cinema.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-4085129580010850515</id><published>2007-04-07T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T01:43:58.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I survived a bad case of food poisoning! Well, at least I think I did, since I'm still hyperactive until now. What's bothering me is the growling stomach, which is not really a big deal after all. Considering that I ate a lot of food today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A bowl of week-old ginataan&lt;br /&gt;2. A small container of 4 day old taho (which my aunt and my mom claimed to have spoiled already, oh goodie~)&lt;br /&gt;3. A bag of potato chips&lt;br /&gt;4. A highly concentrated glass of powdered milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ack, my stomach is growling. But rest assured I'm okay. XP In fact, right now, I want to watch Bleach so badly. Now if only my Pop would stop nagging me to go to bed. XP&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/25725627-4085129580010850515?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/4085129580010850515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/4085129580010850515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-survived-bad-case-of-food-poisoning.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-5539863496012011637</id><published>2007-04-06T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T18:14:30.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey hey, I don't really have much to post right now, so let me promote my other &lt;a href = "http://beesandsparrows.livejournal.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;! But mind you, it's for friends only, and err... my posts there got more substance. LOL Not that these don't have substance. T.T But do check there sometime if you have an LJ account too! Toodles.&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/25725627-5539863496012011637?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/5539863496012011637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/5539863496012011637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/04/hey-hey-i-dont-really-have-much-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-7362554929959275464</id><published>2007-04-05T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T15:28:46.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These are lines taken from some of my favorite movies. Try to guess which lines come from which movies. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game.&lt;br /&gt;- Why do we fall? To learn how to pick ourselves up.&lt;br /&gt;- Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate, our greatest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.&lt;br /&gt;- Like the book says,  he works his work in mysterious ways. Some people like it, some people don't.&lt;br /&gt;- Women in London must have learned to not breath.&lt;br /&gt;- They say we all lose 21 grams at the exact moment of our death.&lt;br /&gt;- Bring me that horizon, and really bad eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone got a good movie up their sleeves? I need one to give myself a life. XP&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/25725627-7362554929959275464?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/7362554929959275464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/7362554929959275464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/04/these-are-lines-taken-from-some-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-1719092652303338447</id><published>2007-04-05T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T01:07:51.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I need a life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at least a summer life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of flashback on what I've been doing for the past few days of my mini-summer break:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 30.after 9:30 AM&lt;br /&gt;- official start of my summer vacation&lt;br /&gt;- went to DLSU to visit my berks XP&lt;br /&gt;- buffet dinner courtesy of Jona, gained a lot of weight, buffet eh sayang XP&lt;br /&gt;- one episode of MG with my cuz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 31&lt;br /&gt;- played Lego Star Wars with my cuz the whole day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 1&lt;br /&gt;- family day&lt;br /&gt;- ate at Chili's, gained more weight, got a sudden addiction to crayons XP&lt;br /&gt;- watched Constantine DVD, gained weight because of Doritos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 2&lt;br /&gt;- Celadon Rouge XP&lt;br /&gt;- didn't gain much weight, but got meself a splitting headache, courtesy of Charles XP&lt;br /&gt;- hilarious night (read previous post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 3&lt;br /&gt;- fixed all my files in my laptop, now they're all in folders XP&lt;br /&gt;- updated my photos in my Multiply site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 4 (that's TODAY!)&lt;br /&gt;- went to the temple for a special celebration&lt;br /&gt;- slept the whole afternoon&lt;br /&gt;- blogging again XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WoW! How fruitful &lt;--- insert sarcastic tone here&lt;insert&gt;. I need a job, or a hobby. If all else fails, I need summer classes! Eeck! I'm desperately bored! and tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-1719092652303338447?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/1719092652303338447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/1719092652303338447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-need-life.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-2912740779943851875</id><published>2007-04-03T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T00:37:36.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was the Celadon ball, yes, I can't believe I'm actually one of the Most Outstanding Member in the Externals Department. hehe... the trip to Valle Verde 6 was hilarious. Charles was behind the wheel and the three of us, Charles, Nicole and me were fumbling with the map all through the trip. Well, after backing into a walkway which later on led to the incident that I will talk about later, we finally found the Valle Verde 6 clubhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was great! Nicole and I had a second round. XP It was a good thing I didn't have any food in my mouth when my name was called, it was so unexpected. Then Charles tricked me into drinking a glass of Sprite, with vodka in it. It was so strong a drink, my head still hurts until now. Then I also had a few sips of beer. Keith finished the rest of my drink, which caused him and Charles to speak a lot of foolishness. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home after the Celadon choir performance. Charles drove again, with his driver sitting beside him, just in case he passes out because of too much alcohol. That was when we realized that one of the tires was flat, particularly the tire that hit the walkway hours ago. So, we had to stop at a gas station across Greenhills to have the tire changed. Funny how things always happen when I ride Charles' car. The last time he got caught for beating the red light, and now this, hilarious. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were homebound, my head still hurts, but it was a really enjoyable night. XP Thanks Charles, Keith, and Celadon, my family in Ateneo indeed! XP&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/25725627-2912740779943851875?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/2912740779943851875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/2912740779943851875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-was-celadon-ball-yes-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-2195985989705733887</id><published>2007-03-31T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T23:19:07.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's finally over. I got two weeks till summer class starts. In the meantime, I should:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. finish Lego Star Wars&lt;br /&gt;2. install more games, SIMS for instance&lt;br /&gt;3. sleep&lt;br /&gt;4. take lots of naps&lt;br /&gt;5. eat&lt;br /&gt;6. drink lots of cold beverages&lt;br /&gt;7. eat lots and lots of ice cream&lt;br /&gt;8. finish Heroes, till the next episode is released&lt;br /&gt;9. reach at least Episode 101 of Bleach&lt;br /&gt;10. program &lt;--- I know, this one's a loser thing to do, but, I got no choice. I need to practice.&lt;br /&gt;11. hope and pray that I can have a higher QPI this time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-2195985989705733887?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/2195985989705733887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/2195985989705733887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-740352211505577028</id><published>2007-03-29T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T20:30:13.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The final stretch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more pages on the stupid book review and I'm done! Fudge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-740352211505577028?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/740352211505577028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/740352211505577028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/03/final-stretch.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-6501367706603231268</id><published>2007-03-24T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T01:19:13.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't believe this, I'm actually watching Meteor Garden again, after four years of almost forgetting what F4 really looked like. What's more unbelievable is that, the first time I watched it, I actually thought it was so lousy, I watched for the sake of going with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started watching it again last Wednesday, I can't believe I'm saying this but I actually went &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kilig&lt;/span&gt; over the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kilig&lt;/span&gt;-able parts. XP Yes, perhaps my taste has changed, or maybe because my life right now really is missing some romance. Hmm... hehe... back to work! XP&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/25725627-6501367706603231268?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/6501367706603231268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/6501367706603231268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-cant-believe-this-im-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-7644339988284040278</id><published>2007-03-20T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T21:53:46.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gmteL0uZfQM/Rf_mrvv-oZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dp1fkuvcPkA/s1600-h/pirates_banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gmteL0uZfQM/Rf_mrvv-oZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dp1fkuvcPkA/s320/pirates_banner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044003746904711570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I so lurve this picture!!! XP Captain Jack is back again!!! WEEEEEEE!!!! XP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-7644339988284040278?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/7644339988284040278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/7644339988284040278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-so-lurve-this-picture-xp-captain-jack.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gmteL0uZfQM/Rf_mrvv-oZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dp1fkuvcPkA/s72-c/pirates_banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-658450286094747011</id><published>2007-03-19T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T00:08:59.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Twas a fun day today. We didn't do much during English class, Lulu just finalized our deadly deadlines to us. Deadly indeed. XP As for Lit, Acuna set us free 30 minutes before the bell after he briefed us with some final reminders, yet another list of deadly deadlines. Deadlier indeed. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it was free period for me. I didn't have Math class, so I went to the open lab while waiting for our defense in Battleship. I got to play the McDonalds Video Game again, but I fell asleep so I went bankrupt at year 2015. Boo... XP Oh yah, and I've already enlisted myself for summer classes. Online registration is really cool. I can't wait for summer class! XP &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The defense was okay. Sir Jeff is a better person when he's outside the classroom. XP Hope he gives us easy questions for the finals. I need a B+ for CS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's off to Celaroom to study for my Math LT tomorrow. Osi was there, haha, I missed seeing him and arguing with him. XP Integrals are killing me. Argh. I left at around 4:20 to attend a talk for Lit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what do you know? Our class entered the wrong lecture room. We were already wondering why the introduction of the speaker was referring to the graduates. Well, turns out we have entered a party for the graduates. No wonder there was food. XP On our way out we saw Acuna and he said the talk was already held last Friday. Waw, so much for bonus papers... XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's Celaroom again, and good thing I did go back, coz Retcher taught me my Maths. haha... Retch is a Math nerd, I just knew today. XP &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining really hard. I was supposed to commute home with Charles. Turns out Uncle Rudy came to fetch him, so I hitched a ride. Charles was behind the wheel, haha... first time I saw him drive. XP He was supposed to drop me at Katipunan station, but he insisted on driving me home, so I gave up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A police officer stopped him at Camuning (I think that's the road name) for beating the red light. Haha... Charles was shocked, and speechless, and he let Uncle Rudy do all the talking. In the end, the officer returned Charles' license, with money in his pockets of course, the corrupt thing! Oh well, it was for our good's sake too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we ate at Persian's place, Uncle Rudy's treat. XP It's my first time to eat beef kebab. Haha, I felt so stupid because I didn't know what to do with the tomatoes and onions and the beef and the pita. XP but wow it tastes really really good! Charles tricked me into eating some new kind of "itlog" which was actually cow brains. Pft. Well, it tastes good too. XP I ate cow liver too, hehe, tastes quite similar to the pig liver I used to eat at home. XD It was really, really fun! Thanks for the ride and the unique dining experience Charles! XP &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, we ate pig liver for dinner. haha.. coincidence. XD And when I should have been studying for Math, and reading my Math book like what Retch told me, guess what I'm doing? Blogging. haha... alright alright, off to study. XP     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if..... XP &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-658450286094747011?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/658450286094747011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/658450286094747011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-6659036550598756605</id><published>2007-03-18T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T00:57:31.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't be a human being, be a human doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how I saw that on the window of a Mega Taxi. I mean, when can you see such profound lines on a taxi? Well, made me think of my goals in life again. Am I doing something for myself? for my family? for my country? Eeck, I don't wanna be a national hero or anything, I don't want my face to be placed on a  bill in the future, but I still want to be remembered as someone useful to the society. Maybe something like this: Honey Sy, the creator of the Disney Pixar animated movie: Finding Honey. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... am I doing something? Beats me.&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/25725627-6659036550598756605?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/6659036550598756605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/6659036550598756605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/03/dont-be-human-being-be-human-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-1494757702199683481</id><published>2007-03-17T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T23:34:57.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So battleship is over, now on to the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lego Star Wars is really, really cool. But I got stuck in the second level. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more swimming classes for me, boo... oh yah, and we're the over-all champion! Yeh beybeh! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch 300................. huhu... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-1494757702199683481?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/1494757702199683481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/1494757702199683481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-battleship-is-over-now-on-to.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-6203440276934732308</id><published>2007-03-15T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T00:24:52.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life is killing me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes panicking to death right now. No interview. No English paper. No Battleship. Especially that stupid interview. When have you ever heard of a research paper that REQUIRES an interview?! Dang.&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/25725627-6203440276934732308?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/6203440276934732308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/6203440276934732308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/03/life-is-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-3815050539026979796</id><published>2007-03-11T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T23:48:05.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm definitely a frustrated programmer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday, during our practice for the programming contest, it took the computer 20 minutes before it functioned properly. So naturally, I wasted 20 mins of my precious time to program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Friday, we had another practice. I was able to start programming when there was 25 minutes left. Not because I was late to arrive, but because it took a really long time for the computer to start running, and waiting for Eclipse and PC^2 to load took an even longer time. And the computer was running at turtle's pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, the contest date itself, oh joy! My computer broke down again. At first, I thought it was merely moving at turtle's pace again. Then I realized that it wasn't running at all. I turned the computer off and on, it's still the same thing. Like what Lihan said:Bakit lagi na lang computer mo ang nasisira? Hay, di ko nga rin alam eh. Bad luck I guess. Nagmukhang tanga pa ako dahil wala ako nasagutan na problem. If only then knew it was the computer's fault... dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Lihan's taking off for Japan tomorrow. Aww.. really gonna miss my oniichan, ahia and fourth groupmate in CS... XP See you next year Ahia! Hope you have fun in Japan... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-3815050539026979796?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/3815050539026979796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/3815050539026979796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-definitely-frustrated-programmer.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-299485977563915655</id><published>2007-03-08T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T02:57:10.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I'm finally done with my Fil paper, then that's one down one more to go. Another sleepless night tomorrow for my first draft for the En paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what am I doing now still awake at 2:54 am? I'm waiting for Nukoni-san to edit my paper and what better way to wait than to update in my blog?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely hell week this week. Oh make that hell weeks, cause next week is gonna be tough hell. I want to watch movies, but I know I won't have the time. So I'll just have to rely on pirated DVDs, or downloads from torrent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh got a message from Nukoni-san. Must be another barok-ness of mine. XP Got to go!&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/25725627-299485977563915655?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/299485977563915655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/299485977563915655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-im-finally-done-with-my-fil-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-7285478680473702825</id><published>2007-03-05T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T11:41:13.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To some who saw my status last night, I was really freaking out. I couldn't find my notecards for my English paper. Mind you, that's 30 notecards, and we had an assignment due today that needed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did freaking, panicking me do? Besides freaking out and panicking, I started to make new notercards. It was already 2 in the morning and I only made 11 notecards. I was hopeless. I even thought that they could have gotten mixed up with my grandma's stuff. But when we checked  this morning, it wasn't there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my only hope lies in the Celadon room, because that was the last place I was hanging out when I still had my notecards. But when I remembered that day when I saw Ted "spring cleaning" the room, I was disheartened. It's lost! All hope is lost!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school sulking really really hard. It's 5 minutes to the bell but I still dropped by the Celadon room. Lots of people were already there. I looked around, feeling really hopeless. AL asked what I was looking for and I told her. There was nothing on the table. I bent down and rummaged through the stuff in a box near the door, and friggin hell did I saw them!!! Holy mackerel! I couldn't stop myself from doing the victory dance! Turns out I really forgot to bring them home, and it didn't got dumped into the trash too. I'm so happy, English didn't feel so boring after all. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I sing...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Happy sha lalala, it's so nice to be happy sha lalala..."XP&lt;/span&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/25725627-7285478680473702825?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/7285478680473702825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/7285478680473702825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/03/to-some-who-saw-my-status-last-night-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-6442196686832347748</id><published>2007-03-03T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T01:38:25.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I pigged out yesterday. It was my cousin's birthday and we had the traditional birthday noodles. I got home really tired from swimming, without eating any lunch at 5 in the afternoon. So, I asked my mom to prepare some noodles for me while I fixed my stuff. Lo and behold, mom gave me a bowl full of noodles, and a plate of rice with my favorite dish, black chicken. Don't be surprised. People of my culture treat it as a delicacy. XP I was so stuffed. Haven't eaten that much in weeks. I didn't eat dinner last night. Argh. But I was able to find some room in my stomach for a slice of Cinnamon Caramel ice cream cake for my little cuz. XP Delisyoso! Though my birthday cake was the best: a combination of yummy peanut butter and Reese chocolate!! What's the name? Witherspoon's Temptation. Rings a bell? XP&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/25725627-6442196686832347748?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/6442196686832347748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/6442196686832347748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-pigged-out-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-1276551920259304253</id><published>2007-02-28T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T22:00:17.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"...the whatness of a human being predetermines his thatness..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I said this was bloggable, I mean it. The moment Terry finished explaining this "complex" philosophy to me, I quickly jotted it down the nearest paper accessible: the back of my Hamlet novel. XP This is the reason why I've always believed in destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My philosophy in life? What will happen, will happen, and you can't do anything about it. Hmmm... I wonder if  I'm ever meant to be a straight A student during college? Playing cards!!! Let's tell the future through cards. XP&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/25725627-1276551920259304253?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/1276551920259304253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/1276551920259304253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-6752313780048878570</id><published>2007-02-27T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T19:00:40.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before indulging myself with Battleship... (hmm... "indulging" just isn't the right word XP)&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                               &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                ... time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a B+ for my Filipino paper! Yes! That's probably the highest score I got from Filipino, and perhaps the highest score I'm ever going to get from Filipino, although I sure hope not. Time to do the Yahoo! yodel, YAHOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've improved, Coach Asajar said. Well, I hope it's true.*fingers crossed* Tumble turn is killing me, so is diving. But freestyle and breast stroke rocks!!! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really hope we don't have CS tomorrow, gives me more time to sleep *cough cough* I mean do my Battleship. XP I hope Mum's gonna allow me to bring my laptop tomorrow. Sigh. It's times like these that I really wish I have my own car, and I can drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Battleship... XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-6752313780048878570?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/6752313780048878570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/6752313780048878570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/02/before-indulging-myself-with-battleship.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-308255759977902558</id><published>2007-02-25T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T19:09:53.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The weekend is almost over, and I think I haven't accomplished anything yet. Well, besides the Celadon manager applications, and I also made an account in LJ. Click &lt;a href="http://beesandsparrows.livejournal.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see it. To my friends who have LJ accounts, please add me, because I made my LJ private. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Hopefully, I'll be able to watch Bleach or Heroes tonight. For now, I have to satisfy myself with Barney... in the company of my little cousins. XP&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/25725627-308255759977902558?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/308255759977902558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/308255759977902558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/02/weekend-is-almost-over-and-i-think-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-4375366859226800415</id><published>2007-02-24T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T22:14:41.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Moments ago, I was teasing Retcher with another girl in our org, and this was what came out of our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retcher Ching: i know you like me&lt;br /&gt;Retcher Ching: so stop fishing&lt;br /&gt;Honey: che!&lt;br /&gt;Honey: im not fishing&lt;br /&gt;Honey: im teasing&lt;br /&gt;Retcher Ching: yes you are&lt;br /&gt;Honey: girls dont fish&lt;br /&gt;Honey: they hint&lt;br /&gt;Honey: you said that&lt;br /&gt;Retcher Ching: i know you like me&lt;br /&gt;Retcher Ching: (insert the stupid looking, whistling smiley here)&lt;br /&gt;Honey: kapal mo!&lt;br /&gt;Honey: pramis i cant stop laughing because you just said that&lt;br /&gt;Retcher Ching: okai lang&lt;br /&gt;Retcher Ching: alam ko naman chick boy ako eh&lt;br /&gt;Retcher Ching: (insert winking smiley here)&lt;br /&gt;Honey: hoy may god&lt;br /&gt;Honey: priceless&lt;br /&gt;Honey: grabe priceless&lt;br /&gt;Honey: bloggable to! (can't stop laughing!) XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe Retcher would say that... haha.. he is so wrong! XP (must... stop laughing... haha!!)&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/25725627-4375366859226800415?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/4375366859226800415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/4375366859226800415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/02/moments-ago-i-was-teasing-retcher-with.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-8782809706870267522</id><published>2007-02-24T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T02:00:21.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Honey Digest No. 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy from the microform section in the Rizal Lib: Anong pangalan niyo miss? (holding a pen ready to write my receipt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey: Honey poh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Guy looks up at me) Guy: Yun spelling ba, Honey talaga? Yun honey na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey: Opo. Yung honey na matamis. (laughs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: (muttering to himself) Naku, ano naman tinatawag sa iyo ng mga lalaki?&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/25725627-8782809706870267522?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/8782809706870267522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/8782809706870267522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/02/honey-digest-no_24.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-6285475778204406459</id><published>2007-02-24T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T01:49:54.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then I got addicted to Heroes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I went to school today just to attend two classes: English and Lit. I slept at 2 in the morning and woke up at 7 am to study for our really, really long test in Lit. I was late for class this morning, but the Lit LT went pretty much okay. XP So the efforts are worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I hang out at the Celadon room; yes, I've been hanging out there a lot lately. Retch started bugging me with his "principles in life" which was disgusting but interesting at the same time. XP When he finally spared me (he still had class), I watched Heroes with Lihan through Hector's laptop. Now, I'm totally addicted to it! Battleship put aside, Heroes is the priority! (this is your fault Lihan! XP) Oh, and I completely forgot about our block eat out at Shakey's! (Sorry Nmates!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Later in the evening, I met up with my old high school friends for Presy's birthday party. It was really fun getting together again. Aydol ko na si Paul! How did he get so thin? Huhu... I want to be thin too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-6285475778204406459?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/6285475778204406459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/6285475778204406459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-then-i-got-addicted-to-heroes.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-931218315081878687</id><published>2007-02-22T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T20:29:57.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Someone's Watching Over Me"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Found myself today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Oh I found myself and ran away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Something pulled me back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; The voice of reason I forgot I had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; All I know is you're not here to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; What you always used to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; But it's written in the sky tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; So I won't give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; No I won't break down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Sooner than it seems life turns around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And I will be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Even if it all goes wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; When I'm standing in the dark I'll still believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Someone's watching over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Seen that ray of light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And it's shining on my destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Shining all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And I wont be afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; To follow everywhere it's taking me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; All I know is yesterday is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And right now I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; To this moment to my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; So I won't give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; No I won't break down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Sooner than it seems life turns around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And I will be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Even if it all goes wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; When I'm standing in the dark I'll still believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Someone's watching over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; It doesn't matter what people say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And it doesn't matter how long it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Believe in yourself and you'll fly high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And it only matters how true you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Be true to yourself and follow your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; So I won't give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; No I won't break down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Sooner than it seems life turns around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And I will be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Even if it all goes wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; When I'm standing in the dark I'll still believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; That I won't give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; No I won't break down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Sooner than it seems life turns around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And I will be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Even when it all goes wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; When I'm standing in the dark I'll still believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; That someone's watching over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Someone's watching over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Someone's watching over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Someone's watching over me&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/25725627-931218315081878687?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/931218315081878687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/931218315081878687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/02/someones-watching-over-me-found-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-6729072015082796152</id><published>2007-02-21T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T21:46:01.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well... that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally solved the mystery of my dream! I spent some time with him today, which made me know him better, and him knowing me better as well. Then I realized, I don't really like him after all. Let's say, I thought I liked him because of that dream that seems to be tying the knots between the two of us. But later today, I realized that the dream was actually hinting me to become more productive in my life. In what way? I can't say it here, dahil mabubuking ako agad. XP Let's just say, the dream was just guiding me to the right path of my life, although in a very peculiar way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I'm okay now. We're really good friends, and I got a new prospect, but not the head over heels type of prospect so, I'm still love-less. XP&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/25725627-6729072015082796152?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/6729072015082796152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/6729072015082796152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/02/well.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-2022635786503345977</id><published>2007-02-21T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T09:02:50.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I would rather have you in my dreams than love you in the real world where you can't love me back. At least there is one moment in my life where I can keep you and where you are mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone sent me this 4 years ago, and until now, I could never forget it. This liner is quite similar with my situation now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not thinking of it. No I'm not. I would never allow myself to think this way about him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I'm trying not to... :(&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/25725627-2022635786503345977?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/2022635786503345977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/2022635786503345977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-would-rather-have-you-in-my-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-6819459984722902097</id><published>2007-02-20T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T19:28:41.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So much for dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him a while ago, and talked to him. I can't believe I'm saying this but, I think I actually "liked" him. He was so cute in his picture! XP *SCREAM!* Perhaps Sher was right, maybe my dream was hinting me that he is the right guy for me, although frankly, he's the last person I'd expect to be my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He's shorter than me.&lt;br /&gt;2. He's sexier than me. (by sexy, I mean sexy = thin; not sexy = hot)&lt;br /&gt;3. He's definitely UN-likable, well, there are a lot of other cuties cuter than him.&lt;br /&gt;4. Ack! He's shorter than me!  Why do I have to be so tall?! *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the fourth statement I realized that I'm actually falling for him. I've always wanted to be tall and I'll never regret it, unless of course someone I REALLY REALLY like is shorter than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh... so does that mean I really like him? Ack! I dunno!!!&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/25725627-6819459984722902097?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/6819459984722902097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/6819459984722902097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-much-for-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-8246647000854182289</id><published>2007-02-20T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T19:08:48.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Honey Digest No. 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English blockmate John: Ano yun sa likod? Aparador? (referring to Honey's vain pics in her camera phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey: Nooo... that's the CR. I always take my pictures at the CR. (beams proudly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(looks of disbelief from blockmates Miko, Je and John)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey: (innocent face) What?! The lighting's good!&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/25725627-8246647000854182289?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/8246647000854182289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/8246647000854182289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/02/honey-digest-no.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-2315870739150038654</id><published>2007-02-19T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T23:32:33.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are dreams real?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's one heck of wacky dream if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights ago, I had the wackiest dream of my life. It was really late and I was on my way home. Well, turns out that my "home" was actually a dorm along Katipunan, and surprisingly, someone was with me. I'd rather stop talking about it now, cause there were a lot of mushy things after that. To cut the long story short, he was a guy, I know him, and I never expected him to be in that sort of relationship with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how it came to be that he had such an "intimate" relationship with me in my dream. I mean, hello, I just knew him last Monday and what's more, he really isn't my type of guy. Not that I don't like him, I would want to know him better as friends, but it never occurred to me to like him like I do with Johnny Depp or any other crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after I had that nasty dream, the hairs at the back of my neck would stand up everytime I see him at school. Gawd, so much for being friends. Now I'm getting the shivers and the goose pimples everytime I meet him, or when he talks to me.(You see, I've already lost my initiative to talk to him. *boo*) The mere image of him reminds me of that dream, or should I say nightmare? Although it's not much of a nightmare because I wasn't scared, just... kilig or more of, frightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frightened? Yes. I've always imagined myself marrying a well-off guy who I really love, like Ehlo Huang or Wilber Pan. Well yah, they are mere illusions, and I always believed that I WILL find Mr. Right someday. That dream sort of woke me up from my senses, telling me that, "Woah! He's not the Mr. Right I was expecting. But what if he really is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last weekend,  something came up between the two of us that was totally unexpected. That teasing could have been a simple joke for my friends and him, but for me, who actually dreamed of a "special" relationship between the two of us, I thought of a lot more than just fun out of that joke, but actually a teensy bit of seriousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute, well it IS just a dream. So why should I take it seriously? But hey, I AM taking it seriously. *boo*&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/25725627-2315870739150038654?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/2315870739150038654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/2315870739150038654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/02/are-dreams-real.html' title='are dreams real?'/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-2571752339932565333</id><published>2007-02-06T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T18:56:36.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whew! It's been so long since I've last posted. Well, I still haven't fixed the Haloscan, and so I was really hoping that everyone who's visiting my blog would care to scroll further down and tag at my  Cbox. Thanks! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go back studying. I've decided to work extra hard this sem. I just hope the remaining two months is enough for me to change things.&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/25725627-2571752339932565333?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/2571752339932565333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/2571752339932565333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/02/whew-its-been-so-long-since-ive-last.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-4798073597807151171</id><published>2007-01-28T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T23:38:22.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imagine you're hearing the song "I Will Be Here" or better yet, play it while reading this. I hope you guys got my message. Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest highschool friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank y'all for last Saturday night. In Mong's words, di ko talaga makakalimutan ang gabi na ito! Well party's over, and off we go to live our own separate lives. Yes, separate. Perhaps after highschool, we really are separated now. Or maybe I'm the one separated? Sometimes, I ask myself: Tama ba ang desisyon ko? Tama ba na nag-Ateneo ako? If only I studied in La Salle like you all did, I won't be living a life separated from yours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I was touched by all of you. You know, it isn't about the gifts you brought for me. The mere fact that ALL of you made it last Saturday, was enough reason for me to be really satisfied with my life. At least diba, may mapagmamalaki rin ako: ano ngayon kung di ako mayaman? Ano ngayon kung peke lang Ferragamo na wallet ko? Ano ngayon kung L300 matchbox lang ang sasakyan namin? I've got 15 friends I couldn't live without: Joshua, Charles, Jeatte, Jes, Aaron, Xtian, Dianne, Fo, Mong, Anly, Erik, Hanna, Diana, Suz, Rachel at dahil sa inyo mas mayaman pa ako kay Richie Rich! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its times like these that make me remember all that we've been through; its times like these that make me think: marami pala akong pagkukulang sa inyo. I remembered how our friendship all started. I met you all during different stages of my student life. Some during Preschool like Hanna, Jes, Diana and Charles, some Grade School like Jeatte, FO and Erik, and most of you from High School like Dianne, Suz, Anly, Rachel, Xtian, Mong, Aaron and Joshua. I'm glad that all of you accepted me with open arms. Minsan, di ko talaga alam kung bakit niyo ako tinanggap, after all that I've done, or should I say, not done. Ano ba meron sa akin? I was never there. Alam ko nagdaramdam kayo sa akin: laging wala si Honey. Laging busy si Honey. Laging di sumasama si Honey. College has made all these complications even more... complicated. La Salle, CSB, UST kayo lahat, as for me? Ateneo, ang layo grabe. Always left behind, always far away. When in highschool I already didn't have the chance to spend time with you, paano pa ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay, mga pagkukulang ko sa inyo. When one of you have problems, I'm always the last to know, always the last person to offer help, and the help I offer is always the most useless one. Maybe that's why I can't blame you guys everytime I feel left out, everytime you are reluctant when sharing with me your kwentos or your chit-chats. Perhaps I need more fitting in, I need more catching up. I should think less of myself, like studying in a prestigious school such as Ateneo, so I can be with you guys and make up for what I owe all of you. And so, I thought: guess it's time for me to change, for all of your sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Joshua, Aaron and Erik,&lt;br /&gt;alam ko lagi ko kayong linoloko, as in walang tigil na pang-aasar. Nakakainis ba ako minsan? Forgive me pare... I know you've all been really helpful, and funny and dependable everytime. Si Joshua, laging determinado at ginagaan ang trabaho. Si Aaron, laging nan diyan para kumanta at gawing makulay ang buhay. Si Erik ang henyo na binago at pinahaba ang last chapter ng thesis para mabawasan ang gagawin ko. XP Starting now, I'll be more helpful and less annoying.  I hope you guys can realize that maaasahan niyo rin ako sa anumang bagay kahit kailan. Sana di kayo napipikon sa akin. Sana bigyan niyo ako ng pagkakataon. Pasensya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Hanna,&lt;br /&gt;dear, you're the closest friend I ever had. 13 years of friendship certainly has brought us through the thickest and the thinnest of times huh? I know there was a time that we fell apart, but look what God has done to us! Falling apart and getting back together certainly has taught me a lot. I learned to cherish you, and I realized that sometimes, people don't just come and go. They leave marks on you, and it's up to you to decide if you want to hold on to the ones who left the deepest marks. I certainly won't let go of you. I know how, at times, you feel inferior with me. I'm sorry for what I made you feel. From now on, everytime you need me, I'll always answer your call. I want to make you feel special with the things I do for you. Kahit naka-busy ang status ko sa YM, basta kung nagBUZZ! ka, siguradong rereplyan kita. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Charles,&lt;br /&gt;we've known each other since like, preschool? Gosh dami na rin pala natin pinagdaanan. And there was a time that we fought over some stupid disagreement. You know what. Siguro kung sinubukang kong intindihan ang side mo, we'd be better friends than what we are now. Sayang, sayang talaga, and to think it's my fault. Sorry talaga. Since we're both in Ateneo now, perhaps its God's way of reminding us about our friendship. I hope you'd still treat me as a friend who's always around the corner, someone you can count on through Fs and Ds in Math LTs, through problematic blockmates, through evil girlfriends XP. I assure you I'll be there everytime you need me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jeatte,&lt;br /&gt;I owe you so much friend. The many times you've tried to approach me, the many times you've needed my help, and I'm always, always not there. You must have hated me then, huh? I'm sorry Jeatte. I feel so low everytime I remember the times you told me how you feel neglected. I never meant it but I guess that was how I made you feel, and that wasn't supposed to happen. I'm really, really sorry. I tried my best to make it up for you during your debut, that was why I was forcing everyone to join the performance, and I made no hesitation to host your special event. I hope that somehow, your debut can serve as my first act of making it up to you. Basta, if you need me, I promise I'll be there no matter what. Kahit papakinig mo sa akin mga kanta ni Rain, okay lang sa akin! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Suz and Dianne,&lt;br /&gt;we started with, what? Baked thongs and magi savor which eventually led to Thongsters? Then the prelims? The Tic-tac-drop games during class? Memories grabe. If it hadn't been for the two of you, I wouldn't meet the greatest barkada of my life: Tidibur! I owe my social life to the two of you. Thanks for putting up with my kakulitan, my insanity, my weird personalities and my childishness. Gaano man ka-childish si Dianne, times 10 pa ako nun, kaya lagi rin niya ako pinapagalitan! Thanks for bringing out the sense in me. As for Suz, mommy na mommy, ever so patient and so understanding. Kahit pikon na pikon na kayo minsan, tinitiis niyo pa rin ako. I'm so sorry. Wala na talaga ako maipagmamalaki, kasi alam kong talong-talo ako kung ikukumpara sa inyo. And I promise to go to all Tidibur outings, kahit commute na ako pauwi. I shall sacrifice for all of you! XP I'm sorry talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Xtian and Mong,&lt;br /&gt;the memories we've shared consisted mostly of taskforce in the mornings. I remember how X will put up with my childishness, despite the fact that I was supposed to assist her with the troop. Then I suppose Mong must have found me weird when I talk about random stuff... randomly. I'm so sorry! I must have acted so weird that I would have freaked you out! Magpapakanormal na ako. Mong, I'm sorry I made you cry last Saturday. If you have any similar problems, I hope you can trust me to help you with them. We're gonna kick asses together! XP Xtian, sometimes, I really think you understand all of my predicaments. Thank you so much. I hope that when you need anything, you can approach me as well, same way I seek your help in times of trouble. And I promise, I'm normal now. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Anly and Diana,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for being impatient and bossy at times. I hope you understand that I never meant to hurt anyone, but it's just so difficult when all the emotions are building up inside of my heart. Never will I hurt you two, ever again. Anly, thank you so much for being so sweet. Though I usually wasn't able to express my gratitude, deep inside, thanks talaga, as in! Diana, I'll always be your "Honey, my love". XP When you got problems in life, in studies, in love and a lot, lot more, I'm just a text away, or an IM away. I assure you, you can certainly depend on me right now! Thank you for giving me this chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jes,&lt;br /&gt;who would think we can become this close in high school? I thank you for all the times you've been putting up with my weirdness and my very busy status. Jiji, sana di ka nagtatampo sa akin. Sana pagbigyan mo na ako. Thank you for being a patient listener. If you need anything, may it be schoolwork, social life, anything, don't hesitate to ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Rachel,&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe college could actually take the two of us, Hunny and Mais, apart. I'm sorry for the times that you felt neglected. Alam ko kung may kailangan ka, lagi na lang akong busy, kundi walang time para tulungan ka. I'm sorry. And despite all that you remained to be a friend, thank you for understanding me. Kahit busy ang status ko sa YM, sige kulitin mo lang ako. Okay lang. XP I'd rather you annoy me than you ignore me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To FO,&lt;br /&gt;gosh, lagi na lang kung may kailangan, si FO ang pupuntahan. But I never remembered you asking for my help. Dahil ba di ako approachable? O wala ka talagang mga problema? FO, sana kung may mga problema ka, remember this friend you got here. Kaya rin kita tulungan, bigyan mo naman ako ng pagkakataon. I'll do as much as I can. And if you need someone to just listen to you rant about life, I'm here, anytime, anywhere. Thanks for all your help FO, this time, I'm going to repay you for all your kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Tidibur,&lt;br /&gt;I know I wasn't really a part of the original Tidibur. You guys met since Grade 6 and first year highschool, while I was a mere addition to the group when we reached fourth year. Thank you so much for accepting me. You guys made me realize the value of a barkada, someone you can turn to when you meet problems in life, problems with crushes, or you just want to cry your heart out. At least now, I know who to contact first before I finally decided to commit suicide. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Powder,&lt;br /&gt;I certainly love this family, regardless of the mystery as to who are real dad is. I'm thankful I met you guys during my last year in highschool. I know how I usually miss your conferences because of my busy schedule, well, at least I was able to catch up with Aaron's birthday blowout. XP I love you guys! Mommy Suz, Ahia Aawon, Shoti Joshua, Shobe Dianne, Daddy Erik and Diana the pet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest friends,&lt;br /&gt;If there was a time that I made you inferior, or left out, or any negative feelings, know that that's not what I meant to happen. I want you all to know that you will always be someone far better than me, because if it hadn't been for all of you, no one would ever see Honey Lynne Sy the way she is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With tears in my eyes now, I offer this entry as a tribute to the best friends any person would want in the whole world! Thank you so much! May our friendship lasts forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Habee&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/25725627-4798073597807151171?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/4798073597807151171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/4798073597807151171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/01/imagine-youre-hearing-song-i-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-3641760509004255725</id><published>2007-01-25T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T09:30:06.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I arrived school at 7:30 thinking I was late for my first class when suddenly, I was shocked to see our Fil classroom deserted. Then did I remember that we were supposed to have a free cut today... *dang*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am at the open lab, finally using my hours to good use. I'm studying for  my CS midterms tomorrow, at the same time watching Bleach videos over YouTube and reading Bleach manga with Ambs. XP My next class is at 10:30 so another hour to go... and it's Math class *crap*. I can't wait to swim. But *boo* for swimming exam.&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/25725627-3641760509004255725?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/3641760509004255725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/3641760509004255725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-arrived-school-at-730-thinking-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-216302279591644679</id><published>2007-01-23T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T21:58:29.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spelling lessons for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aawon (2007/1/23 08:56:03): H&lt;br /&gt;Aawon (2007/1/23 08:56:03): A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aawon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (2007/1/23 08:56:03): B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aawon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (2007/1/23 08:56:06): E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aawon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(2007/1/23 08:56:06): E&lt;br /&gt;Honey (2007/1/23 08:58:43): A&lt;br /&gt;Honey (2007/1/23 08:58:46): B&lt;br /&gt;Honey (2007/1/23 08:58:47): U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh diba? Educational!!! XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-216302279591644679?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/216302279591644679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/216302279591644679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/01/spelling-lessons-for-today-aawon.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-4904438300520864168</id><published>2007-01-22T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T22:51:20.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know I'm not supposed to be blogging now, but thought I should update you guys of my achievements for the past few days. (haha... naks! Achievements. XP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I finished our CS hands on last Saturday. Just on time. I'm so happy to see that egg and box bounce against each other.&lt;br /&gt;2. I finished my Fil paper, finally, yesterday. And I've finished editing it today. I just hope it's really gonna get me a good grade, like what Mika said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah. That's all there is. Hehe.. and I still call them achievementS. XP Anyway, I hope I do good in our Math LT 3 tomorrow!&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/25725627-4904438300520864168?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/4904438300520864168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/4904438300520864168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-know-im-not-supposed-to-be-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-2148845601750586490</id><published>2007-01-20T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T11:26:13.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Forgive the emo-ness. But it really is hell week next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also,  my blog is still under construction. There won't be Haloscan comments in the meantime so tag! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. Math is hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-2148845601750586490?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/2148845601750586490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/2148845601750586490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/01/forgive-emo-ness.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-4876234827798304141</id><published>2007-01-20T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T11:24:29.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its hell week next week!&lt;br /&gt;Its hell next week!&lt;br /&gt;Next week is hell week!&lt;br /&gt;Next week is hell!&lt;br /&gt;Hell week, next week.&lt;br /&gt;Hell! next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-4876234827798304141?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/4876234827798304141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/4876234827798304141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-hell-week-next-week-its-hell-next.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-4535200920442049834</id><published>2007-01-19T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T00:33:12.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Today is my 18th birthday. The day started out great. I woke up with 7 birthday messages waiting for me. XP Even the people I least expected greeted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way to the trike station when I received my first birthday gift: McDo ampao. Ten steps away, I met another McDo personnel who gave me my second birthday gift: McDo ampao. McDonardo has finally seen my efforts and has decided to award me for my loyalty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were given a CS project to work on. I thought that day was never going to happen but well it did. I'm supposed to be doing that now instead of blogging, but heck! XP Kim gave me my third birthday gift: a stuffed bear. Matt couldn't stop singing the birthday song.  Mek and Matt even made a joke out of it.  (Matt: you could consider a career as megaphone in the future. XP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My english block was just as thoughtful, especially with my family there. XP The library tour was boring, so was Lit class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time I got my fourth gift: Sher bought me choco mousse! Even Mek ate. XP There was nothing left in the box before the hour was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time droned on and I was home before you can say: "Happy birthday Honeeyyyyy!" (that was a joke) It was dark when I got home. After dinner, was my fifth and final gift: Pa, Ma, my uncle, my aunt and my five cute cousins singing the birthday song for me over an ice cream cake my uncle and aunt bought for me. That was the best moment of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No candles. No icing. Just me, my family and ice cream. What more can I wish for? XP&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/25725627-4535200920442049834?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/4535200920442049834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/4535200920442049834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-8449423587238698054</id><published>2007-01-14T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T19:01:06.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gmteL0uZfQM/RaoBFZLTRfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/f6ubg8iVnUo/s1600-h/Sugary2826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gmteL0uZfQM/RaoBFZLTRfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/f6ubg8iVnUo/s320/Sugary2826.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019825926827099634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've never seen faces this happy and smiles this cheerful for a long, long time. Yes. Those are the faces you're going to get once you've aced the mock ACM programming competition. I'm not bragging if that's what you think. My teammates and I were surprised ourselves when we saw Team 2 ranking the top of the list. I guess we just did our very best and the most of what we were capable of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Dos: Mika, Kim and Honey. Together in mock ACMs and Pusoy Dos! XP&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/25725627-8449423587238698054?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/8449423587238698054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/8449423587238698054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/01/ive-never-seen-faces-this-happy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gmteL0uZfQM/RaoBFZLTRfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/f6ubg8iVnUo/s72-c/Sugary2826.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-643982124737182485</id><published>2007-01-06T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T19:14:29.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Watching my cousins whose age range from 3-7, I thought of my own childhood years. Frankly, I don't remember much about them, besides some significant times when my classmate inserted my hand in between the school tables on purpose and I got stuck there for quite some time, when I almost drowned in my aunt's swimming pool, when my classmate asked me to do his homework for him and I did as I was told, and many many more. You could say I was really stupid back then. I couldn't do anything right. I couldn't make up my own mind. I couldn't do things normal kids can do. I've always felt abnormal, strange and different. In a good way, let's say I'm innocent or naive, but most people think otherwise. Thinking back, I don't know why I acted that way before. I remembered my first day in grade school, I was wearing a fading green school skirt, and a white blouse that are already growing yellow over the years that my mom's friend's daughter wore that uniform. Open my bag and I find an old set of school books for the new school year. While everyone flashed their colorful, shiny textbooks, my heart sank as I hid behind my tattered school books with yellow pages. Perhaps that was how I started to act strange. I was never accepted, I was always the laughing stock of our class. I alone keep myself company all the time. I was never confident with myself, not even my high grades could help me with that, because people start calling me a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really remembered how I overcame that state. But I'm proud to say that I'm still alive right now, haven't thought of committing suicide like other emo people in my 17 years of life. I can't say people really accept me now, who knows, they must have learned not to criticize me in front of my face, but I guess I don't really care anymore. Well, I've gotten used to it, and there was nothing I could do anyway, so why try right? Call me a geek, call me a nerd, call me Honey the Strange or whatever you want, I'm still Honey Lynne Tan Sy, and for once, I'm sure I'm living my life the way I wanted. And no one's gonna make me think twice about that, not in a million years.&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/25725627-643982124737182485?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/643982124737182485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/643982124737182485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/01/watching-my-cousins-whose-age-range.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-7063553540199504893</id><published>2007-01-02T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T20:19:45.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Christmas vacation journal Part.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day.7 12.27&lt;br /&gt;We attended yet another party. My godparents came from Singapore and so my parents and their friends arranged a reunion just for them. There were lots of food, and chocolates from Singapore. I drank some Bailey and got sickening red right after. Two of my cousins tagged along too and they enjoyed performing in front of the grown-ups, and get gifts and kisses after of course. Then when the grown-ups got tired of them, I taught them how to be camwhorers! hehe... yep, we took lotsa pictures. We got home 2 in the morning. Whoah ain't that EARLY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day.8 12.28&lt;br /&gt;Well, my "date" with Sharm didn't push through; it was too last-minute I guess. So I got back to working since my uncle needed more hands since its December and I didn't have anything to do. We ended at around 12 mn and so I went back to bed right after. Oh did I say right after? Yah, I meant right after I worked, got online, chatted with friends, learned from Sharm that she can't make it again tomorrow, listened to music, watched some TV, ate some  junk food and  took a bath. XP I ended up sleeping at around 2:30 in the morning. WHEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day. 9 12.29&lt;br /&gt;So, I learned I couldn't make it to Mika's birthday either. And Sir Yol's words were really tugging at my ear. I finally persuaded my mom to accompany me to the nearest mall, which is SM of course, to watch a film-fest movie, since she didn't want me to go alone. We watched "Matakot Ka Sa Karma" which is not really "nakakatakot" at all, but it was nice. XP Then, we went late-Christmas shopping for gifts for my cousins. When we got home, I proceeded to working at once, completely forgetting about my empty stomach till around 10 pm. Before we hit the bunks, mom and I watched another movie DVD "Open Water". It was so boring, DON'T watch it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day.10 12.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow! It's been some time since I've played Domino, not to mention the kiddie version of Domino, you know, the ones where all you have to do was match the faces of... well for this instance, Winnie the Pooh and his gang. Yep, I sure got tired of playing that, under the persistence of my cousin. Then in the afternoon we watched "Herbie Fully Loaded". Haha... it's silly but I kinda wished I had a car like that! Then another movie before bed. "Flight 93", almost killed me. Ack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day.11 12.31&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Eve! After our usual Sunday family rituals, then another round of Domino, and lotsa lotsa food, we're all set for the fireworks. Well, I got hit by fireworks, AGAIN. Last year I got hit at my ankle, then I discovered (well, at least I thought I did) that I had better leg coordination that year. This year, I got hit on the forehead, does that mean I grow taller?! haha... Happy New Year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day.12 1.1.07!&lt;br /&gt;Happe Happe Nu Yer! haha... got kinda drunk from last night. *Hey! that was just two gulps of red wine!* We attended another party (haha... I think I'm starting to become a frequent party-goer) this time at my godfather's house. It was a despedida party for my godparents' who are leaving for Singapore tomorrow. How I wish I could go with them! *Hmm... the luggage looks big. Ack! When did I become this fat?!* I watched my godfather's sons playing PS2, made me want a PSP really badly.... It was a fun fun day overall, made lots of friends too! Slept at 2:30 pm. (Hmm.. improvement.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-7063553540199504893?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/7063553540199504893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/7063553540199504893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/01/christmas-vacation-journal-part.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-3842023751878048612</id><published>2007-01-02T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T00:36:31.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brainy Kid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whowereyouinhighschoolquiz/brainy.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In high school, you were acing AP classes or hanging out in the computer lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have been a bit of a geek back then, but now you're a total success!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whowereyouinhighschoolquiz/"&gt;Who Were You In High School?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Waw! Is this true?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-3842023751878048612?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/3842023751878048612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/3842023751878048612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/01/brainy-kid-in-high-school-you-were.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-8751124929528639831</id><published>2007-01-02T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T00:30:26.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EECDB5;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Soul Really Looks Like&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F1DED0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/insidetheroomofyoursoulquiz/room.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a warm hearted and open minded person. It's easy for you to forgive and forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a grounded person, but you also leave room for imagination and dreams. You feet may be on the ground, but you're head is in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe that people see you as larger than life and important. While this is true, they also think you're a bit full of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your near future is in a very different place (both physically and mentally) from where you are right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is all about caring and comfort. You couldn't fall in love with someone you didn't trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/insidetheroomofyoursoulquiz/"&gt;Inside the Room of Your Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-8751124929528639831?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/8751124929528639831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/8751124929528639831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-your-soul-really-looks-like-you.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-3793192169179940897</id><published>2006-12-29T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T01:46:49.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some thoughts I'd like to share...  again, I found these in my old grade school notebooks. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A man of words and not of deeds is a garden full of weeds.&lt;br /&gt;* The integrity of men is to be measured by their conduct, not by their profession.&lt;br /&gt;* The glory of living is not in every fall, but in how you fall and rise again.&lt;br /&gt;* To know that you know what you know and that you do not know what you do not know: that is true knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;* You cannot expect a person to see eye to eye with you when you are looking down on him.&lt;br /&gt;* What others say of me matters little. What I myself say and do matters much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-3793192169179940897?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/3793192169179940897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/3793192169179940897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2006/12/some-thoughts-id-like-to-share.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-5957596526431102653</id><published>2006-12-27T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T02:18:38.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was going over my highschool projects and I found this. Wow, I wonder how my mind was working then... hehe... hope you guys like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ABCs&lt;br /&gt;A - accepts failure with an open mind&lt;br /&gt;B - a bookworm; I love to read books&lt;br /&gt;C - creative; that's why I love to draw&lt;br /&gt;D - determined in everything I do&lt;br /&gt;E - energetic everyday, ready for the challenges in store for me&lt;br /&gt;F - funny and likes to tickle others' funny bones&lt;br /&gt;G - gentle both in mind and heart&lt;br /&gt;H - helpful to the max&lt;br /&gt;I - idealistic person with goals in life&lt;br /&gt;J - jolly personality equipped with lots of jokes&lt;br /&gt;K - kind-hearted person&lt;br /&gt;L - loyal to my friends&lt;br /&gt;M - mythology is my favorite&lt;br /&gt;N - numerous friends around me&lt;br /&gt;O - outdoor person; likes sports, shopping and vacations&lt;br /&gt;P - patient to all those who need my help&lt;br /&gt;Q - quick-thinking person who reacts quickly in situations&lt;br /&gt;R - reliable to my family and friends&lt;br /&gt;S - sensitive and sheds tears easily&lt;br /&gt;T - thoughtful to everyone&lt;br /&gt;U - understanding in situations&lt;br /&gt;V- vigilant and aware of my surroundings&lt;br /&gt;W - a workaholic; there's never a boring day for me&lt;br /&gt;X - eXtraordinary in every way I can&lt;br /&gt;Y - youthful and filled with vigor&lt;br /&gt;Z - possess zeal as I accomplish my dreams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-5957596526431102653?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/5957596526431102653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/5957596526431102653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-was-going-over-my-highschool-projects.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-7317803080855271559</id><published>2006-12-27T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T15:15:22.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Christmas Vacation journals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day.1 - 12.21&lt;br /&gt;First day of vacation, I've decided to really enjoy myself. I spent the whole day watching videos from YouTube. Sadly, I still haven't finished Magician's of Love. But heck, YouTube will never vanish from me, so if I don't finish it this break, there's still summer vacation, and next school year's sembreak. Good luck to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day.2 - 12.22&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm actually programming! I finished Eksaitobaiku, and I got tired of finishing Speed Tic-Tac-Toe. (Why isn't it working?!) Right now, I still have to prepare for a party I'm hosting for my Pa's friends. Work... work... work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day.3 - 12.23&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping with my Godparents today. We went to Shangrila mall to buy the raffle prizes needed for the party. It was really fun. There are so many toys, yet they are all so expensive. It's great to be a kid again, but it's greater to be rich. hehe... Then we ate at Green Tomato afterwards. The pasta was great and so is the pizza. I've always like thin crust pizzas, that is why I prefer Yellow Cab over Pizza Hut. When I got home we went to visit family friends to deliver their Christmas gifts. It was really tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day.4 - 12.24&lt;br /&gt;It's Tin's birthday! We took our lunch at Pancake House then we went home to prepare for the party that night. Mom prepared fried chicken and spaghetti: all Tin's favorites. My cousins also brought along with them their PS2. Yey! I competed with my other cousins in Nitro Kart racing and Chicken Little mini kart racing. haha... It's definitely great to be a kid again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day.5 - 12.25&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Day! As usual, we set off really early today to visit my parents' godparents. From Binondo to Zapote and from Zapote back, it was a really tiring but exciting road trip. Yes, it was quite boring for a Christmas Day, but at least I spent it with my parents, and my big family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day.6 - 12.26&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day of the party I am to host. All the kids enjoyed I guess, even though just a few of them participated in the games. But they definitely enjoyed the raffle. I enjoyed watching the kids play around and have fun. And of course, I like the one and only prize I got from the party: a Clue boardgame! Yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-7317803080855271559?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/7317803080855271559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/7317803080855271559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-vacation-journals.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-4488394486045425958</id><published>2006-12-21T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T12:21:39.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Christmas break has officially begun! To start with, here are some things I plan to do over the break:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gimicking&lt;br /&gt;    1.1. with Powder and Tidibur &lt;--- this one will be merged, we're basically one big happy family anyway!&lt;br /&gt;    1.2. with Stace and Sharm ( and Bents probably?! ) &lt;--- I miss my Chinese gang!&lt;br /&gt;    1.3. Block N &lt;--- let's go skating at MOA!&lt;br /&gt;    1.4. with my cuzzin and my mom &lt;--- 168 haggling is the best! &lt;br /&gt;    1.5. starbatch batch party &lt;--- definitely hope this pushes through. Leslie.... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You Tube-ing teleseries&lt;br /&gt;    2.1. Magicians of Love &lt;--- I'm in episode 5!&lt;br /&gt;    2.2. Bleach &lt;--- Where did I stop??!!&lt;br /&gt;    2.3. A Game of Love &lt;--- Haven't even started this one.... *slamsfaceontable*&lt;br /&gt;    2.4. Grey's Anatomy?! &lt;--- Wanna check this out... go with the flow you know... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Weffriddle-ing &lt;--- Batch 4 here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Eclipse-ing &lt;--- As much as I want to avoid this, I can't. Team 8 we gotta practice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Write AT LEAST one chapter for ABOL. &lt;--- I failed doing this last sembreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Finish my song and hopefully write a new one. &lt;--- anyone good with notes? | anyone knows where to find note-converter software? | 143 club we're gonna record soon, I hope.&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/25725627-4488394486045425958?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/4488394486045425958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/4488394486045425958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-break-has-officially-begun-to.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-7966142295211472364</id><published>2006-12-19T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T01:29:20.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At ano pa ang hinahangad ko, kundi ang pag-ibig mo?&lt;br /&gt;Kung sakaling panaginip lang ito, at ang pag-asa ay huwad at pakitang-tao lamang,&lt;br /&gt;Nawa'y patayin na ako ngayon, nang di matikman ang asim ng buhay kong ito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-7966142295211472364?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/7966142295211472364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/7966142295211472364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2006/12/at-ano-pa-ang-hinahangad-ko-kundi-ang.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-1646035037611511787</id><published>2006-12-19T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T01:18:23.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm feeling senti again. The topic of conversation shouldn't make me feel such pain. Of course, it was about me again, and this one is a happy me, a happy Honey. How did it turn out bad? When things go slightly wrong and  I started to feel the same emptiness feeling my heart. How did that all happen? I have not the slightest idea.  All I can say is that now I'm, alone, empty, wallowing in self-pity, and wishing that I never have to spend another birthday ever. You out there! You who might be reading this and understood what has happened, don't think that this is all your fault. I know I was wrong to blame you, but I couldn't blame myself. Think that I'm being really, really selfish. If I start blaming myself, I will feel even more miserable. Curse myself for thinking too much, curse myself for being unlike the others, curse myself for being weird, curse myself for being... being... ME. Why should I be me? Can't I be someone else? Curse myself for trying to fit in. Curse myself for trying to stand out. Face it, you won't fit in. You won't stand out. You're a needle thrown into the ocean: useless, neglected and helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See me happy now, and never see me sad. Hear me laugh now and never hear me weep. Well see that ugly face and hear that silent moan, that's me... me, just me. Just Sugar Sparrow. Just Honey. Just Honey Sy. And no one else. Cause no one can be as miserable as she is. No one. No one at all.&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/25725627-1646035037611511787?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/1646035037611511787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/1646035037611511787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-feeling-senti-again.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-3113057346657033891</id><published>2006-12-19T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T01:08:15.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a great weekend last week. On Friday, I went ice skating with my blockmates. Though my legs still hurt after swimming 18 laps the day before, they got worse after skating. But who cares right? On Saturday morning, I was really busy with Blue Christmas. The little kid Joshua was so cute and so sweet. :p Then after that I went shopping with Mom and cous. I FINALLY met Bents, and he's taller than me sadly. But heck? Who cares right? Saturday night, I attended Jatu's debut, which was held at faraway Malabon. I not only attended it, I hosted it, and I prepared our batch's surprise presentation for Jeatte. Well, the efforts were worth it definitely because I was sure Jeatte was really happy. On Sunday, we celebrated Pat's birthday at Circles. Salmon and chocolates, we meet again my all time favorites! Then that night I attended Hanna's birthday celebration, and went on camwhoring with my girls. The weekend was definitely tiring and so rest-less. But it was fun, full of adventure, I wish I could spend more weekdays like that!&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/25725627-3113057346657033891?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/3113057346657033891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/3113057346657033891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-had-great-weekend-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-812688118562761810</id><published>2006-12-14T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T20:10:06.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If I ever get the chance to become a genius, I'm going to be a Mozart-genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was able to finish 18 laps in 20 minutes. That's gives me a B+ which I think is not bad at all, considering that I got cramps just by the first lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't in much luck today. I almost lost my ID.Only to find out that I kept it in my other bag. But it got me really worried that instead of riding the LRT, I went back to the tricycle stop just to check if I dropped my ID. Anyway, I'll just take it as exercise.&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/25725627-812688118562761810?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/812688118562761810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/812688118562761810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-i-ever-get-chance-to-become-genius.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-6590027923209061226</id><published>2006-12-13T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T22:00:45.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The greatest problem in my life, is that I can't stop myself from mixing reality and fantasy. Yes. I fantasize a lot, and by that I really mean A LOT! I believe there's nothing wrong with dreaming. Dreaming, in fact, sort of inspires me to work harder so as to be able to achieve my seemingly impossible dreams. But yeah, dreams and fantasies have bad effects on me too because sometimes my imagination gets too carried away. Take Ehlo Huang for instance. Yes. I love him, though I know it will take a miracle to bring the two of us together. Somehow, this Ehlo Huang craze has brought me to think about my future. Now, what bothers me isn't how I can meet Ehlo, but what I should start doing now so that I can do what I want. Yes I like programming, so I take up Computer Science. But now I come to realize, that there are a lot of other things that I really like. I like music; I want to be a singer, a composer, a music artist even. I like drawing; I want to be a cartoonist. I want to work at Walt Disney Studios. Yep. There's nothing wrong with dreaming, but it's frustrating to know that all you're dreaming of could be reality, and could be a mere fantasy as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Ehlo Huang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops. Did I just say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, this IS a serious post.&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/25725627-6590027923209061226?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/6590027923209061226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/6590027923209061226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2006/12/greatest-problem-in-my-life-is-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-7831492368387367667</id><published>2006-12-10T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T22:52:02.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Ninja strikes again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little cousin is two years old. He's thin, very active, really naughty but not a troublemaker, so I call him my little Ninja. Well I'm going to tell you a story about this hyperactive little Ninja, and how curiosity *almost* killed him... twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last October, it was my sembreak so naturally, I wake up late in the mornings. One fair morning I woke up startled by a crunching sound. My eyes quickly darted towards the standing electric fan beside my bed, because I was afraid some of its nuts and bolts went haywire. Instead, the electric fan was okay, but I saw little Ninja standing right beside it. I called him and he looked at me with his huge eyes and looked at the electric fan. "What happened?" I asked him. He was speechless for the first time and extended his index finger at me. Then I saw blood dripping from his finger and on to the floor, and I knew right there and then what had happened. Good thing the wound wasn't to deep, and little Ninja learned his lesson, that no matter what he does for his Ninja training, better leave the electric fan alone, cause it bites back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, we had lunch at a Chinese restaurant because the kids were craving for dimsum. Little Ninja sat with mommy, while his sister and I sat to his right. We were all enjoying our delicious bowl of Asado noodles when we both heard him calling for my mom. Mom thought he was asking for more noodles so she asked him to wait. But he kept calling her, so I asked him what he wanted. He looked at me and his face was the most bizarre one I've ever seen. His brows were crunched up and a single tooth showed. The moment he turned to me, he burst into wails! Mom started scolding him for his impatience, while his sister started coaxing him. I, on the other hand, jumped up to his side and peered into his mouth. I thought he had eaten something terrible but there was no food in his mouth. Little Ninja wouldn't stop crying. Then I noticed that he wasn't moving his arms, just kicking his legs furiously. Well guess what? His right arm got stuck to the chair. He must have naughtily inserted his arm into one of those narrow gaps of the chair. I tried hard not to laugh, seeing his state, but I guess he asked for it. Anyway, all the waiters and waitresses ran to him and started giving out crazy ideas on how to pop his hand out. One suggested to use oil as lubricant. Well it was a good one although while he ran off to get some oil, the other waiter couldn't wait long enough and suggested to use the chili oil instead. My grandmother protested at once, and we seconded the motion. Finally, someone thought of a more decent one and went to get some liquid soap. So little Ninja's arm finally broke free, though it's still red at the part where it got squished until now. New lesson, there are better gaps to hide in, just not gaps in chairs where even your arm can't fit in.&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/25725627-7831492368387367667?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/7831492368387367667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/7831492368387367667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2006/12/ninja-strikes-again-my-little-cousin-is.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-8388213453168012310</id><published>2006-12-07T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T23:42:40.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's definitely not my first time to see such stuff, but what I saw today was the most horrible thing I saw. I've seen a dead cat, a dead frog, lots of dead roaches, err what else? Anyway, this one I'm gonna talk about is totally gruesome. Just this morning as I was walking to school with Nikka, I saw a big lump on the road just ahead of us. It was... bloody. There was a deep gash over the abdomen, with dried blood smeared all over it. Here comes the worst part, I THINK it was a rat, but I can't be so sure. You know why? Cause, the body had no head. Yep. It is beheaded. It was so disgusting! Good thing I didn't eat a heavy breakfast or else I'm sure the food's gonna come out the moment I saw that dead body. Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a mass today from 9-10:30 so classes during that time were cancelled. But we weren't affected because that was really our free period. So the block and Nikka and Ken hang out at Matteo Ricci to study for our Math Long Test. It was great bonding time, especially with Nikka and Ken. Well the LT was okay. Just hope the scores will turn out the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my PE! I love swimming! I love the water. I really should have been a pirate, or a mermaid, or a sailor, or a water nymph, or....&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/25725627-8388213453168012310?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/8388213453168012310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/8388213453168012310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-definitely-not-my-first-time-to-see.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-1340747483369281646</id><published>2006-12-06T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T08:49:24.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm proud of what I've been doing lately. Although I haven't quite accomplished half of it, but at least this time, I know I'm doing something I really like. This leads me to think (again) that I'm really living my life the wrong way. Why did I take computer science anyway, if I should have been in a better school to hone this hobby of mine? Sigh. I just hope I can be a jack of both trades, and hopefully, masters of both as well.&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/25725627-1340747483369281646?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/1340747483369281646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/1340747483369281646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-proud-of-what-ive-been-doing-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-2215893894764378137</id><published>2006-12-04T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T08:59:56.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This morning, I arrived school early so I got to ride the trike. Saves up 50% of my daily energy. When the trike got to SEC, I waited patiently as the two other passengers paid up. Suddenly the driver nudged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Driver: Miss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Moi: Sa Faura pa ako ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Driver: Yun nga...(irritated here) may barya ka ba? (showing me a 20 peso bill)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Moi: Ahhh... wala ho. Bente lang rin meron ko eh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Driver: Hay naku...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After around five minutes, he was able to get some change for the two passengers. Wasting no time, he drove me to Faura. On the way, I was thinking to myself: "Shet... wala akong barya!" Luckily when I paid him 20 pesos, he was able to give me change for 7 pesos. Funny though, the first thing that popped into my mind when I kept my coins in my coin purse was: "Yey! May barya na ako! Oh happy day!" Yuck. What a great way to start the day... shallow.&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/25725627-2215893894764378137?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/2215893894764378137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/2215893894764378137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-morning-i-arrived-school-early-so.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-5206433728399335095</id><published>2006-12-02T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T18:42:23.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OH MY GOD! Thank God we don't have classes today. Out of boredom, I scanned the TV stations of Taiwan and guess what I saw? Sam and Ehlo (my love) in a game show. OMG! Ehlo is so macho! He is so handsome! OMG OMG! I love him so much! I'm going gaga again!!! WAHHHHH!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-5206433728399335095?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/5206433728399335095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/5206433728399335095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-my-god-thank-god-we-dont-have.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-727931871521098776</id><published>2006-12-02T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T18:37:23.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just realized last night that, not only am I addicted to tea and coffee, I'm actually addicted to alcoholic liquor too! hehe... Well, I guess I am a drinker. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I drank red wine was at home on New Year's Eve. Well, I think it doesn't really count as red wine since it tasted like grape juice to me, just a bit more concentrated and bitter. But I liked it, although I was underaged then so, that's all I could have then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I drank beer was during a gathering with my parents' friends. My godmother, who is a good drinker herself, offered me a glass of San Miguel Beer. Well, I was reluctant at first, but since my parents' were smiling, I took the offer and drank the whole glass in one gulp. It tasted like apple juice. Anyway, the important part is... after around two minutes, I was turning into a red tomato, and I could feel myself emitting steam. Hohoho... it was hilarious! It took me an hour for my reddish color to diminish. It was the start of a new love I tell yah! hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time I drank red wine was during Jewel's debut. I forgot who offered us the wine, but I think it was Jewel's brother. Well, the instant I had my first sip, my sensitivity towards alcohol attacked again. But anyway, I enjoyed every moment of it. I like its bitterness and how it leaves a different sensation once it flows in your insides. I went home slightly drunk that time. hihihi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I drank champagne was last night during Guenevierre's debut. I was enjoying a glass of fruit punch with Therese and Sherie when a waiter offered us champagne. I said "No" instinctively, but Therese and Sherie nodded, and the waiter gave each of us a glass of champagne. I stared at it for sometime, deciding whether to drink it or not. Sherie then said that we should enjoy every moment of maturity since we're all 18. I smiled and told them that I'm not 18 yet. They laughed and assured me that I'm in the company of "adults" so it's okay if I drink it. And so I did, and guess what? I became "hot" again! Yey! haha... It tasted like pineapple juice, just more alcoholic than the ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all, I liked champagne better. Anyway, by the end of the party, Nadia, Sherie, Kim (although reluctantly) and I joined the dance floor, they were all laughing at me saying that I was already drunk. I scowled at them. Not only when I got home did I realize that perhaps I am drunk, because even though I've regained my natural color, I was attacked by the vanity disease.&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/25725627-727931871521098776?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/727931871521098776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/727931871521098776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-just-realized-last-night-that-not.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-4760956378767635850</id><published>2006-12-01T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T14:06:37.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perhaps the best thing in life is being able to choose the one you love, and perhaps the worst thing is not being able to choose the one who will love you back. Why is it that some people are fortunate enough to find someone whom they love and who loves them back, while others should be contented by finding either someone they love or someone who loves them? Why is it that we are not given the privilege to choose which person we want to be? Like what I've said before, there are so many questions in life, but sometimes, you will never know the answer. Reality hurts... so much.&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/25725627-4760956378767635850?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/4760956378767635850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/4760956378767635850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2006/12/perhaps-best-thing-in-life-is-being.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-4970134169506396274</id><published>2006-11-28T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T21:43:39.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sparrow: Panu na to? Malungkot talaga ako! Sino naman makakatulong sa akin? Siya lang talaga, ngunit nasaan naman siya? Nasaan siya sa buhay ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Huwag kang iyak nang iyak, baka mamamatay ka sa dehydration. &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/25725627-4970134169506396274?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/4970134169506396274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/4970134169506396274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2006/11/sparrow-panu-na-to-malungkot-talaga-ako.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-5315035988290364362</id><published>2006-11-28T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T17:32:15.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you're out there looking for that perfect person, keep these things in mind: people change no matter how hard they try not to. As you grow older, you mature and with each new level of maturity comes different ideas, different needs and different wants. The person who was perfect for you at 18 could be the person you hate at 25 or 30. You have to find someone who will grow with you, change with you, laugh with you and cry with you. A person who fills in where you lack. Remember that there's no such perfect person in this world, but there will always be someone who'll complete you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true don't you think? Well, true it may be, but there's one problem: Where is that person who's gonna complete you? Where? Who is he? When will you find him? When will you see him? So many questions, and yet the answer lies in your future, one future that you will only meet when the appropriate time comes, so there's only one solution: WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how long will you wait? Will your long time wait be worth it after all? Is it guaranteed that you will certainly have what you've been waiting for? More questions... fewer answers. I guess I'll leave you at that. Leave a comment and tell me what you think. Maybe you can give me the answer I seek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-5315035988290364362?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/5315035988290364362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/5315035988290364362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-youre-out-there-looking-for-that.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-9085775084612245230</id><published>2006-11-23T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T19:42:25.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day by day, I'm really getting more and more addicted to Ehlo Huang. Well, in a way he can serve as my inspiration, so that's a good thing I guess. I mean, it's not as if I spend the whole afternoon searching and uploading his pics in Multiply when I should have been studying. *Cousin shoots a death glare at me* Okay, maybe I am doing that... haha... but, hey, since I want to meet Ehlo so badly, I'm gonna study real hard so I can be a superstar someday. And that includes 1. eating three normal meals a day, 2. no snacks, 3. no sweets, 4. exercise!, 5. go to the gym, 6. exercise more, 7. eat fruits and vegetables instead of rice, 8. don't pig out on food, 9. avoid buffets, 10. avoid attending debuts with buffets, 11. learn belly dancing?!, 12. still, exercise! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for school, still normal stuff happens. But once in a while, weird things happen to me too. Just a few days ago I posted about a funny experience at the bazaar, I forgot to share another experience that happened on that same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my swimming PE class, I changed and dashed off at once to the guidance office for my semester-ly guidance interview. After an hour of nothing but chit-chat with really cool Ma'am Mia, I passed by Xavier Hall hoping to hitch a ride home with a tricycle without having to walk to the tricycle stop outside SEC. I wasn't really lucky that time cause I didn't catch any passing trikes. So as I walked the long, grassy way from Xavier Hall to trike stop, I avoided walking on the grass because of my sandals, but I also avoided the cars zooming past me. I was avoiding one particular Expedition that I stepped onto the grass and I yelped as I saw what was lying just beside my foot. It was a frog! Well, more like a dead and upside down frog. It was SOOO disgusting. I almost barffed. Good thing I already digested my lunch. Eeww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for yesterday, it was definitely a hottah-hottah day. If Tom Hanks had survived his outcast days and landed in our university, he would think it was summer. Anyway, good thing I have my favorite blue cap with me. Well, there goes cap girl on her way home. She rides a trike to escape the dreadful heat. And as the trike zooms across long Katipunan road, a sudden wind blew against my face, and guess what? My cap flew away! Gad! Curse the trike for having a hole at the back, I watched sullenly as my cap flew away from me and got crushed by the car right behind the trike I was in. Sob. It was my favorite cap.... *still emo-ing over my cap*&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/25725627-9085775084612245230?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/9085775084612245230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/9085775084612245230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-by-day-im-really-getting-more-and.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-5468490133895772898</id><published>2006-11-21T20:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T20:11:42.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Theory No. 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Money Theory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Based on my personal experience, I can conclude that whoever said "Money isn't everything." obviously haven't experience the feeling of being rich. Besides that, whoever said that "Money doesn't make the world go round." either didn't have enough money to spend or he didn't know how to spend his money for leisure. And that's just so stoopid...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-5468490133895772898?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/5468490133895772898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/5468490133895772898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2006/11/theory-no.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-8488222934391274231</id><published>2006-11-21T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T20:18:01.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wanted to share something very funny that happened to me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, during my break before Math class, Danna. Mika and I went to the Meccamall bazaar. There were lots of good and exotic stuff there so I highly invite everyone to go. :p Anyway, back to my story. I went into this booth and saw a display of "Unbreakable Headbands". I was curious, so I asked the shop keeper about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Shopkeeper: Eto Ma'am oh. Di siya napuputol. (bending the headband back and forth like it were made of rubber)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Honey: Oooohhh... Magkano?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Shopkeeer: 50 pesos lang ho. (still bending the headband back and forth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;*SNAP*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Honey and shopkeeper looks down at a headband broken into two pieces)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Shopkeeper: Hala! Ate magkano ba to? (to herself) Naku babayaran ko pa to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Honey creeps away of the stall.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it. Poor girl. She scared away her customers and she still has to pay for the broken headband. Tsk tsk.&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/25725627-8488222934391274231?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/8488222934391274231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/8488222934391274231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-wanted-to-share-something-very-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-637114870596172556</id><published>2006-11-16T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T20:37:50.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cards of Fortune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had my "fortune" read... again! It comes to show how superstitious I've become over the years. Well, it's definitely not the first time I believed in predictions from cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       The first time I tried it, I was still a sophie. We were waiting at our somewhat private make-up room situated at the backstage of CCP. With nothing up our sleeves and idly waiting for our turn to perform, my batchmates who were also members of the orchestra shuffled the cards, and instead of playing the usual Pusoy Dos and Heart Attack, we played fortune telling, well at least, love life fortune that is. Remembering the names I said that time still gives me the laughs. Of course, they were mere crushes, but at that time, they were like the world to me. hehe... It was so stupid of me to give them such importance. I guess that time, I was persuading myself to like someone else to avoid "misunderstandings".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Anyway, the second time I had my fortune read, and yes, this time it is my life in general, was just this year, during a free cut in Lit. Of course, there's Monsieur John who is renowned for his, shall we say, prophetic skills. He was able to predict my past, present and future. Well, both my past and present were kinda accurate, so I reckoned the future prediction will be accurate as well. Suprisingly though, it wasn't that good. I would never forget those haunting words he said: "Either your husband, or your son will have a problem in his life." I was like: "WTF?" I've always dreamed of a happy family, a husband who loves me and cherishes me for who I am, and a son, who looks exactly like his father, to whom I will dedicate all the love and care I can give all my life. So that prediction came as a shock to me and no matter how hard I tried, I still can't manage to bring to the back of my mind. Damn for being too superstitious. Sometimes, when the predictions are bad, I just can't help myself and believe these bad things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Well, after a few meditations and self-reflection over the sembreak, I finally placed all these love life stuff behind me. What's more important right now, is my own success, achieving my own dreams, so definitely, love can wait. Of course, don't be fooled, friends when I said I "divorced with my ex-husband and now has found a new one", my "husbands" are really artists. I'm just indulging myself with celebrity cuties to keep my mind away from reality boys. So, a while ago, when Rudolf was talking about cards and love life predicting, I curiously asked him to read my fortune. And when he asked the number of letters of my crush's name, I instinctively, and playfully said 4. Just a hint, that stands for E--O. Before you guys start guessing, it's not Elmo, and the guy I was pertaining to is a Taiwanese singer, well some of you might know him. Here comes the good part, when the predictions came out, me and the guy are actually CLOSE. And there's another man-obstacle, standing between us. (Hmm... now who could that be?) Anyway, suprisingly, I'm actually close with the "man of my dreams" and he's an artist. Haha... can't stop chucking everytime I think of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       But, wait a minute, was it just a joke or a game, or is it really predicting what WILL happen to me in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-637114870596172556?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/637114870596172556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/637114870596172556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2006/11/cards-of-fortune.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-62623825616633257</id><published>2006-11-14T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:55:40.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" alt="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/G/storage/site1/files/42/59/80/425980_90503209cb95549afo5215.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another one, and it shows more Hong Kong and Korean artists... I think. Haha.. this is fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-62623825616633257?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/62623825616633257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/62623825616633257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2006/11/heres-another-one-and-it-shows-more.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-8322224290860834967</id><published>2006-11-14T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:45:36.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com" title="MyHeritage - track your genealogical lineage" alt="MyHeritage - track your genealogical lineage" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/G/storage/site1/files/42/58/53/425853_167074b59b9554odqncl15.JPG" width="500" height="578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Chicki saying that I looked like Angelina Jolie, guess she was right about that! Wahahahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-8322224290860834967?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/8322224290860834967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/8322224290860834967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-remember-chicki-saying-that-i-looked.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-3826046559423900325</id><published>2006-11-09T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T20:59:20.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Here are some thoughts I'd like to share about women... particularly mothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Actually, I just got them while skimming through my old emails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I hope you guys like it the way I did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~Beauty of a Woman~~&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of a woman is not the clothes she wears,&lt;br /&gt;The figure she carries, or the way she combs her hair.&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of a woman must be seen from her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Because that is the doorway to her heart,&lt;br /&gt;The place where love resides.&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,&lt;br /&gt;But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.&lt;br /&gt;It is the care that she lovingly gives,&lt;br /&gt;The passion that she shows.&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of a woman&lt;br /&gt;With time, only grows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~The Images of Mother~~&lt;br /&gt;4 YEARS OF AGE My mommy can do anything!&lt;br /&gt;8 YEARS OF AGE My mom knows a lot! A whole lot!&lt;br /&gt;12 YEARS OF AGE My mother doesn't really know quite everything.&lt;br /&gt;14 YEARS OF AGE Naturally, mother doesn't know that, either!&lt;br /&gt;16 YEARS OF AGE Mother? She's hopelessly old-fashioned.&lt;br /&gt;18 YEARS OF AGE That old woman? She's way out of date!&lt;br /&gt;25 YEARS OF AGE Well, she might know a little bit about it.&lt;br /&gt;35 YEARS OF AGE Before we decide, let's get mom's opinion.&lt;br /&gt;45 YEARS OF AGE Wonder what mom would have thought about it?&lt;br /&gt;65 YEARS OF AGE Wish I could talk it over with Mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:6;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: red; font-family: Webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: red; font-family: Webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: red; font-family: Webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#400080;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-3826046559423900325?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/3826046559423900325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/3826046559423900325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2006/11/here-are-some-thoughts-id-like-to-share.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-755660692591404108</id><published>2006-11-08T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T20:36:45.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just realized how stupid my actions were for the past few days. First, I've been sulking on my life because of a teleseries, then I pollute my already polluted mind with yet another Taiwanese boy band, then I completely lose hope because of some stupid grade. Grr... I hate myself for being so weak. How could I have forgotten the promise I made to myself 6 years ago? To prove myself and to prove them wrong, that's what my life is about! Just like what John said: "Believing brings us a step closer our wildest dreams." Am I dreaming wildly? I hope not. Can I seriously reach ALL my dreams? I sure hope so. No matter what happens, I'll still keep on believing... I guess.&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/25725627-755660692591404108?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/755660692591404108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/755660692591404108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-just-realized-how-stupid-my-actions.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-1410554430522057381</id><published>2006-11-06T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T22:49:23.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's the release of grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comment. Just leave me alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-1410554430522057381?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/1410554430522057381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/1410554430522057381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2006/11/todays-release-of-grades.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-2742287233713947388</id><published>2006-11-05T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T23:03:22.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2747/3140/1600/183club.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2747/3140/320/183club.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Craving for....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;.................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;.................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;.................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;.................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;.................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;.................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;.................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;.................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;.................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;.................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;.................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;.................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;.................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;.................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;..............183 Club!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25725627-2742287233713947388?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/2742287233713947388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/2742287233713947388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2006/11/craving-for.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-2232471751824798969</id><published>2006-11-04T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T15:51:05.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2747/3140/1600/183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2747/3140/320/183.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Right now, 183 Club is love!!!! WOOOOOOOT!&lt;/span&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/25725627-2232471751824798969?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/2232471751824798969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/2232471751824798969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2006/11/right-now-183-club-is-love-wooooooot.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-4714656561786218634</id><published>2006-11-04T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T15:47:49.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The fairy tale is finally over. Well, though it was a happy ending, it wasn't really my idea of a fairy tale ending. Anyway, what's important was everyone found their true love in the end. Sigh. Makes me want to search for my own true love as well. I'm still in senti mode, so I don't have much to say. So, I guess I'll just share some quotes/messages I received that really hit my emotions now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;We used to think that life is a fairytale: full of magic, exciting, vivid! But that was a long time ago. Now, we know that there's more to life than just "happily ever after". We've learned that we get wiser each day, and no fairy can lead us to a happy ending. We decide, we struggle, and somehow we begin to understand that we have the power to make each day better than yesterday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And to add to that, we will soon realize that other people's happy ending doesn't have to be your happy ending too.  As they say, be original, act  yourself,  and you'll definitely find your own happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! I think I'm finally convincing myself. hehe...  Hope I succeed! Wish me luck!&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/25725627-4714656561786218634?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/4714656561786218634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/4714656561786218634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2006/11/fairy-tale-is-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-386037299793194239</id><published>2006-11-03T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T00:38:38.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What time is it?! Woohoo... I've been sleeping really late nowadays. Anyway, I've done QUITE some things today. I went to visit friends, borrowed some clothes. When I got home, I started reading Witch mag. Yah, I'm kind of old to read such stuff, but what the heck, I learn from them so... don't comment! hehe... Then it's time for Frog Prince again, I'm at the last four episodes already, but I got a new teleseries up my sleeve. Sharm will definitely find this boring, cause it's not the cheesy, romantic, love story she likes. It's... you know type Sharm so that will do. haha... well toodles then.&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/25725627-386037299793194239?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/386037299793194239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/386037299793194239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-time-is-it-woohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-2349637520440286674</id><published>2006-10-31T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T11:53:02.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2747/3140/1600/triohalloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2747/3140/320/triohalloween.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/25725627-2349637520440286674?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/2349637520440286674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/2349637520440286674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25725627.post-6301961911362515682</id><published>2006-10-31T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T11:48:43.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey, I just noticed not much people are visiting my blog. Boohoo...:( Do I have to start contests like what Meklot did? Anyway, I really haven't finished watching Frog Prince, but I think I'll soon file a divorce with JJ Lam, because now I'm falling in love with someone in 183 Club. Hehe... Although I was kidding about the divorce part, but I'm quite serious with the rest though. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes I'm procrastinating again.  A week of sembreak has passed and I haven't finished a single chapter. I certainly hope I could finish at least one after I finished watching Frog Prince. Lately, I've been busy searching and saving videos of 183 Club and 7 Flowers at You Tube. Wow, now I see the advantage of You Tube besides my No. 1 source of Bleach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been quite a nerd last week. Still no baked items because we haven't bought the necessary ingredients yet. So what was left to do was reading, sleeping, watching TV and Frog Prince, and surprisingly, studying! Sigh. I guess I am desperate...&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/25725627-6301961911362515682?l=beesandsparrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/6301961911362515682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25725627/posts/default/6301961911362515682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beesandsparrows.blogspot.com/2006/10/hey-i-just-noticed-not-much-people-are.html' title=''/><author><name>The Writer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
