<?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-6707451431125716895</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:44:52.642-07:00</updated><category term='Praises to my Best Friend Nicole'/><category term='Annoying Creature'/><title type='text'>Work your way up or rust your way out.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-4297199399727805265</id><published>2010-06-30T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T07:03:44.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;That's it... I ruined the most important day in my life... Yes, much more important than my birthday. I was such a dumb.. Ugh! I hate the side of me of being a child. Gosh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I admit I've always been a brat but I can't believe I did ruin it.. What should I do..? I'm all piled up with grudges... What else more? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I wish things would get a little bit better.&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/6707451431125716895-4297199399727805265?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/4297199399727805265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=4297199399727805265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/4297199399727805265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/4297199399727805265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2010/06/thats-it.html' title=''/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-3569468999561556511</id><published>2010-06-04T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T18:58:56.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of studds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;YO guys!!! Wanna show you some stuffs!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/TAmrAyubiwI/AAAAAAAAAJg/DgdIQAsRvQo/s1600/Picture+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/TAmrgp0mHkI/AAAAAAAAAJw/8FKaXOs21-U/s1600/Picture+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479098999143538242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/TAmrgp0mHkI/AAAAAAAAAJw/8FKaXOs21-U/s200/Picture+177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/TAmrBLrGGnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/DoBhGkILk6c/s1600/Picture+179.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479099515994446706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/TAmr-vPdG3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/z8aTXdQQ3_4/s200/Picture+179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/TAmsloZZDmI/AAAAAAAAAKI/MpYh41Ts35Y/s1600/Picture+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479100184171974242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/TAmsloZZDmI/AAAAAAAAAKI/MpYh41Ts35Y/s200/Picture+163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479100605654782994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/TAms-KiuVBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/aJd100YWcg8/s200/Picture+165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/TAmtlUsu1NI/AAAAAAAAAKY/TuaL__c282Y/s1600/021120091124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479101278396011730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/TAmtlUsu1NI/AAAAAAAAAKY/TuaL__c282Y/s200/021120091124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479102061154087122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/TAmuS4szMNI/AAAAAAAAAKg/W9q9cyNZ3r8/s200/021120091121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Some Stuffs that I wanted to share. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/TAmrAyubiwI/AAAAAAAAAJg/DgdIQAsRvQo/s1600/Picture+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/TAmrBLrGGnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/DoBhGkILk6c/s1600/Picture+179.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-3569468999561556511?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/3569468999561556511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=3569468999561556511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/3569468999561556511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/3569468999561556511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2010/06/pictures-of-studds.html' title='Pictures of studds'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/TAmrgp0mHkI/AAAAAAAAAJw/8FKaXOs21-U/s72-c/Picture+177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-7328626136815886975</id><published>2010-06-04T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T02:10:16.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the comeback</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yo guys! Yeah, I know. I abandoned this blog for a while… BUT….I suddenly felt that I need to speak my mind out, so the burden would get a little lighter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I can’t understand why there are people who keeps on being the witch in your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;OWN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; fairytale. They are not even included in the story but they keep on getting the way. How annoying &gt;_&lt;. There are also people who keep on saying that you’re doing the wrong thing &lt;strong&gt;yet&lt;/strong&gt; he’s also the one doing it. What a frustrated perfectionist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am being nice to everyone. Even though they keep on ignoring me, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I DON’T MIND&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; it. I really don’t know the reason why are they so mad at me and why do they want to get in to my personal life. For heaven’s sake there’s a word &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“PRIVACY”!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ah, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“RESPECT”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too. If you want, I can &lt;u&gt;teach&lt;/u&gt; you to use these words in your daily lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RUMORS…. &lt;/strong&gt;How &lt;i&gt;feint&lt;/i&gt; are they!!~.~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well, if you really are &lt;strong&gt;TRUE friends&lt;/strong&gt;, you won’t mind asking me how true those RUMORS are. And how accurate the words they are saying…. You wouldn’t believe not until you confront me. That won’t hurt, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;People who are doing these things to me are FAKES. Such &lt;strong&gt;INGRATES&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-7328626136815886975?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/7328626136815886975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=7328626136815886975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/7328626136815886975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/7328626136815886975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2010/06/comeback.html' title='the comeback'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-1752267321963279987</id><published>2009-12-02T02:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T02:49:03.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;worst&lt;/strong&gt; field trip I’ve ever had. That’s the only sentence that could describe the way how December 1 disappointed me. &lt;strong&gt;December 1&lt;/strong&gt;, the very last event that I know we would enjoy but then, THEY enjoyed. I’m so stupid to think that that would be the happiest and most enjoyable field trip I could ever have because we are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; complete yet, it’s as if I was all alone. Good thing my other friends lifted somehow my spirit and accompany me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-1752267321963279987?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/1752267321963279987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=1752267321963279987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/1752267321963279987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/1752267321963279987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2009/12/worst-field-trip-ive-ever-had.html' title=''/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-1402981630351961542</id><published>2009-11-01T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:04:42.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Exams are supposed to be OVER. But due to the typhoon, it isn’t. Man! I still have &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;SEVEN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt; exams!! Why? I was absent on the first day of our exam and I am supposed to complete everything before November. But since the DepEd declared Metro Manila to have a Signal Number 2 last Friday, classes were suspended. Yet, it didn’t rain the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my birthday’s coming up and I am very excited since I will celebrate my birthday at the same time our Retreat in Batangas. But somehow, I also feel sad about that, it’s going to be the first time I would celebrate my birthday without the presence of my family. Haizzz…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that the choir has a busy schedule these days. I can’t say that I’m improving because my voice isn’t that loud rather, it’s just the same as before. WAAAAAAHH! I wanna shout!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-1402981630351961542?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/1402981630351961542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=1402981630351961542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/1402981630351961542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/1402981630351961542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2009/11/exams-are-supposed-to-be-over.html' title=''/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-3025850326924796611</id><published>2009-10-26T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:59:13.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt; Sigh. It’s getting worse. We’re really having a hard time for now. My parents don’t know what to do with the case and I don’t know if things would be alright after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I’ll tell you the story…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I went home last Friday after the CAT Periodical exam. I looked for Ate Alyssa because I hadn’t seen her outside. She’s usually outside talking to our neighbor, Jane. My mom answered that she wasn’t home. Yet. She’s studying in a public school so her class is just half day. She goes to school early in the morning and should be home at 1 pm. So that’s it. I just said, she might be with that frivolous Kristine (her classmate) again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So there, at 7:30 I went to the Chapel for the choir practice. ALONE. I waited for her for about 2 hours to follow and to fetch me but no one came. Our practice ended before 10:00 and I’m quite afraid to go home alone because it’s already late and dark. I looked at my watch and I started shaking my fingers. Kuya Bryan somewhat noticed it and offered to accompany me home even if his house is somewhat farther than mine. So there, I went home with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I asked again if Ate Alyssa already and my mom told me that she’s not home yet. I started thinking that something’s really wrong. I asked again and mom told me the story that Ate called that she would accompany that Kristine to the hospital because there would be no one to accompany her and because they are best friends. Okay, it’s a good thing to help a friend but didn’t she think of the people waiting for her to come home? Kristine has her own parents to care for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;My mom and dad waited until 1 am but she didn’t come home.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. I went to St. Peter to witness the coming of the Asian Youth Cross with my choirmates. After that, we went to Ever Gotesco Mall to buy some DVD and to relax. I somewhat forgot about what’s happening in the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Here are some pix that we took:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399396397086151842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/Su6CannYFKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/JpbAujhx_7Y/s320/Photo0366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;This is Kuya Gilbert and Kuya Bryan being so funny that they posted their faces in the Jollibee fast food chain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399396786409395426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/Su6CxR9RVOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9zCr8U7gTH4/s320/Photo0367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&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/6707451431125716895-3025850326924796611?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/3025850326924796611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=3025850326924796611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/3025850326924796611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/3025850326924796611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2009/10/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/Su6CannYFKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/JpbAujhx_7Y/s72-c/Photo0366.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-7124507599427485421</id><published>2009-10-18T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T01:32:25.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiring Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Waaahhh!! A long, happy and tiring day has passed. I’ve been busy these days during weekends because of the TPK. I also became active on churches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I woke up a little late that resulted fro me to cram. I even forgot my attendance notebook and went home after the mass just to get it, but when I returned to the .chapel, the priest was gone. Good thing we had to sing to another church and that gave me another hope.&lt;br /&gt;By 4:00 pm, we went to St. Benedict Parish to sing in their 6:00 mass. We walked all the way from Batasan hills to St. Benedict which is for me, so very far away from each other. It’s the first time that I walk that far. I said to Renan, one of my choirmates, that I would die any minute in the footbridge. I was just so very tiring. Before going home, we dropped by at 7-11 store to buy Slurpee!!! Wee!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Before going to the play practice, I had dropped to the computer shop near the chapel to get the credentials of my dad saved on my e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I didn’t do anything at the practice. I just lied down to one of the benches there and had a chit-chat to Kuya Egie, Rose and Kuya Bryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It’s really tiring but I enjoyed this day the most!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-7124507599427485421?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/7124507599427485421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=7124507599427485421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/7124507599427485421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/7124507599427485421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2009/10/tiring-bliss.html' title='Tiring Bliss'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-6077085753210254992</id><published>2009-10-01T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T04:33:20.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Woah. Even though we don’t have classes for a week, I still feel a little busy and preoccupied with all the home works the teachers had given to us before the classes were suspended because of the typhoon "Ondoy".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Speaking of the typhoon, it left a great destruction to our country. I—we never expected that such typhoon would come to our country. Now, we are in state of calamity. Our country needs prayers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;By the way, I joined the choir last Sunday and I’m in the Soprano society. Why I joined? I just got fascinated with the voices that I’ve always heard whenever I go to mass. I and my sister also joined the Theatre Company— its name is, "Teatro para kay Kristo" or simply T.P.K.&lt;br /&gt;That’s all I could write about… I don’t have any further news for now.&lt;br /&gt;Keep tuning!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;NOTE:&lt;br /&gt;For all those who wrote in my CBOX, thanks for dropping by and I’ll answer your questions or anything that you have written in there. At least you are not a be-friend witch who forgets someone because he/she have many so-called friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-6077085753210254992?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/6077085753210254992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=6077085753210254992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/6077085753210254992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/6077085753210254992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2009/10/woah.html' title=''/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-4189991141584027188</id><published>2009-09-27T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T04:36:31.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Most time is wasted, not in hours, but in minutes. A bucket with a small hole in the bottom gets just as empty as a bucket that is deliberately emptied."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sigh. That’s the only thing I could do to let this depression and disappointment of mine go. Sigh. I was just so…sigh. No. I shouldn’t feel this. It was my entire fault. I messed up with it. Now, here are the results; not failure, but disappointment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Report card…sighs….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yeah, that’s the reason why I got that dramatic entrance. We just had the distribution of cards yesterday and almost all of us have the same group messages about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Would you believe that I, not even know how to play proper badminton, have my highest grade in PEHM?? I myself couldn’t believe it. And my lowest…NUMBERS. Well, that’s life. That’s high school life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;My parents…?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;They’re blaming the Red Lily. They said that I put more my time to that extra-curricular and have no time in academics which is…Na ah! Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Okay. I have to move on. I shouldn’t let this disappointment eat me up. I should move on and let go. I know I can do better than what I received. It’s just the beginning of the school year. I still have time to prove to them that I am not what they think of. Even though the chance of being in the honor’s list this school year has faded, I won’t stop showing them what I can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I think one of my reasons why I have those grades is because I have too much freedom and I abused it too much. I didn’t have proper discipline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;In order for me to be disciplined again I made some rules that I SHOULD follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Rules…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Starting from Monday, I should go home early. I should be home at 5:00 pm. In some cases like practices, it will be considered but I should go home 5:00 pm. No extension. I could only stay late in school in RED LILY MATTERS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I should study my lessons for the next day and do my home works everyday. I shouldn’t rely on my classmates too much. That’s one of my wrong doings last first quarter. I never did a single homework at home and I always copy my classmate’s home works. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Extra-curricular activities should be done DURING EXTRA TIME. That is when all homeworks are done and when I got the chance to study my lesson fro the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I should do some of my homeworks in school if I have free time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I should be always prepared in going to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I should always do my best to excel in my studies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So that’s it, rules that I made for myself. I should follow it so that I would get a high grade in every subject.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-4189991141584027188?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/4189991141584027188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=4189991141584027188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/4189991141584027188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/4189991141584027188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2009/09/most-time-is-wasted-not-in-hours-but-in.html' title=''/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-773749640248111708</id><published>2009-09-19T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T01:41:45.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIKKI-CHAN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Happy birthday Nicole Anne Casimiro!! Love lots!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Waah! It’s been a long time since I post something! Believe me, I was just so busy for the past few days that I didn’t have the chance to even look at my blog for a week, I think. Waah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, let’s start from the beginning…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 9, my busy schedule all stated on that date. It was said to be suspended and we should go home by 12. I was getting a gate pass to the Mrs. Natividad when she asked me if I could come on September 17 in Manila Hotel to be an usherette and I agreed to it.&lt;br /&gt;At home, I did some Red Lily paperwork that Sharm told me to do and did my other homeworks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAST FORWARD…..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 14, that was last Monday, we went to Manila Hotel to have the Dry run. Mrs. Natividad and some other personnel toured us around the hotel then to the tent and to the boat back to the hotel. It was my first time going inside of a boat and even though it’s not moving, I still felt dizzy and drowsy. Before going back to school, Sr. Sophie, our beloved school President, treated us to McDonalds to have our lunch there. THANK YOU SR. SOPHIE!&lt;br /&gt;At school, we went to our classrooms at around before 2:00 pm, English time. They were still having the graded recitation that’s why we still had the chance to rest. After that was our Math period consuming 2 hours. NOSEBLEED!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FASTFORWARD….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, that was September 17, we finally had the CEAP convention, second day at the Manila Hotel and Restaurant. IT WAS TIRING!! We were also bamboozled because there are many changes in the schedule and venues of the sessions. I stood in the Roma Salon for about 2 hours greeting the people coming in and out. At about 10 am, I stood at the lobby to assist the participants to their rooms. They ask directions then we’ll answer them which way to go. It was tiring though. Almost all of them ask the same questions!! I told Ryan that we should have brought a recorder so that we won’t repeat our answers anymore. We’ll just have to press and press.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMPLE…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUEST: Excuse me, saan ang SEA VIEW/ MINDANAO ROOM/ BARRIO FIESTA/ VISAYAS ROOM? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Sa Boat po ma’am. Daan po kayo sa Champagne Room, turn left then there’s a door connecting to the tent then sa tent near the stage to the farthest left, there’s an exit door, labas po kayo doon then makikita niyo na po yung boat. May mag-aassist naman pong Usher kaya po pwede po kayong magtanong sa kanila.&lt;br /&gt;I said that one aeons of times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER SAMPLE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUEST:Excuse me, saan ang MILLENIUM HALL/SAMPAGUITA HALL/PANDANGGO/POLKABAL/MAYNILA/RIGIDON/MILLENIUM SALON?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: daan po kayo dito, straight then turn right.&lt;br /&gt;I said that for about one hundred times!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are also requesting if they could have a picture with me and us. We’re like celebrities there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pix that I took while we were having our free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SrStWH8bv-I/AAAAAAAAAII/DM27NwL31sY/s1600-h/Photo0247.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383118050215837666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SrStWH8bv-I/AAAAAAAAAII/DM27NwL31sY/s320/Photo0247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/Src33kMHidI/AAAAAAAAAIY/aL82fF6F7VM/s1600-h/Photo0239.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383833307291552210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/Src33kMHidI/AAAAAAAAAIY/aL82fF6F7VM/s320/Photo0239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SrStWqoTWUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/CGt91jaALkA/s1600-h/Photo0248.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383118059526641986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 349px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SrStWqoTWUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/CGt91jaALkA/s320/Photo0248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/Src34KxZeCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/aqvJYndLZO4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383833317648463906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/Src34KxZeCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/aqvJYndLZO4/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;We finished assisting at about 6:00 in the evening and went home by 6:30. Mom was waiting for me in the school that’s why I kept on texting her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Now, why are we wearing Filipiniana? Because it serves as our identity as ushers and usherettes aside from the sash that was given to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383117091748139042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SrSseVX7UCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/71NTOIJfsCQ/s320/Photo0255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day of being an usherette, was lighter. It was tiring but wonderful. As usual, the call up time was 5:30 in the morning. Dad accompany me in going to school and Paula’s (Vince’s girlfriend) maid helped me in changing my clothes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode 2 Revos going to Manila Hotel and from that moment, we didn’t have the chance to have a sit for several hours. I stood up for more than 5 hours at the lobby greeting all the people entering there. There was only one senator who came and that was Senator Gordon. He’s the only one who agreed and kept his words. The other expected guests didn’t came.&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is, we finished early and have our free time. I took pictures of different things in the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SrSrrJ2_v4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/ODMAvciUKHA/s1600-h/Photo0272.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383116212483899266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SrSrrJ2_v4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/ODMAvciUKHA/s320/Photo0272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SrSrGo-ZMpI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_GQ0nZxBjQ8/s1600-h/Photo0271.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383115585181266578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SrSrGo-ZMpI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_GQ0nZxBjQ8/s320/Photo0271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;That’s the stab mark-like that is embossed in the table at the lobby.&lt;br /&gt;Here again are random pictures that I took before leaving manila hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SrSqf5NOD9I/AAAAAAAAAHg/JwWf0tzQSN4/s1600-h/Photo0261.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383114919523520466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SrSqf5NOD9I/AAAAAAAAAHg/JwWf0tzQSN4/s320/Photo0261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SrSqFySb29I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SrRJFTdMWVs/s1600-h/Photo0260.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383114470989749202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SrSqFySb29I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SrRJFTdMWVs/s320/Photo0260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;hese are the ushers that is with us yesterday. From left to right: Ryan, Kieron, Martin, Reginald, Dan, Kuya Jhon, Vincent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SrSoHow-VyI/AAAAAAAAAHA/fG-lYuFuZGU/s1600-h/Photo0270.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383112303769966370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SrSoHow-VyI/AAAAAAAAAHA/fG-lYuFuZGU/s320/Photo0270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SrSpH3grRII/AAAAAAAAAHI/BjutXXRfvjM/s1600-h/Photo0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383113407239767170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SrSpH3grRII/AAAAAAAAAHI/BjutXXRfvjM/s320/Photo0267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I took this picture when I was in the Restroom enjoying the huge mirror. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SrSoGwejisI/AAAAAAAAAGw/VVpEdrCezPw/s1600-h/Photo0276.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383112288660327106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SrSoGwejisI/AAAAAAAAAGw/VVpEdrCezPw/s320/Photo0276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SrSm9PX9snI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1xgYVHprFtI/s1600-h/Photo0275.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383111025643860594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SrSm9PX9snI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1xgYVHprFtI/s320/Photo0275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Kuya Jhon and I took a picture in the Lobby while waiting for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SrSl8arjq4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3inccM6Lbvs/s1600-h/Photo0277.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383109911987334018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SrSl8arjq4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3inccM6Lbvs/s320/Photo0277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SrSm8m-U2PI/AAAAAAAAAGY/AxaNIU1gzQU/s1600-h/Photo0280.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383111014798907634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SrSm8m-U2PI/AAAAAAAAAGY/AxaNIU1gzQU/s320/Photo0280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;At the lobby, there is an orchestra performing different songs in their own melody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SrSlOd7uXFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/LQHcMVIFt7o/s1600-h/Photo0290.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383109122586467410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SrSlOd7uXFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/LQHcMVIFt7o/s320/Photo0290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383109904233962258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SrSl79zAmxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/N2KToAnbsWo/s320/Photo0336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I took this picture in the inner lobby where the walls are mirror. XD on the right is a photo of me, Mrs. Natividad and Martin on the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think this enough. I will still get some pix from the other usherettes. Let’s just end this post by saying: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;“Now that this event is done, I would go over my books and study.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-773749640248111708?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/773749640248111708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=773749640248111708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/773749640248111708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/773749640248111708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-nikki-chan-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SrStWH8bv-I/AAAAAAAAAII/DM27NwL31sY/s72-c/Photo0247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-5992942468817247011</id><published>2009-09-08T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T02:29:41.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALMIRA MAE M. COMOSO!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a super fun day for me. Enjoyable would be the perfect word. Early in the morning we had a little problem because the P.A. system in our school isn’t functioning and since it’s Tuesday, it’s the day where we will have the flag ceremony but due to rain, the leaders just went to the P.A. system to lead the flag ceremony inside the classrooms. I’m not one of the leaders; I only lead every twelve in the afternoon, the Angelus. I was just there to accompany Arianne in ringing and in fixing the bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Mrs. Natividad managed to fix the P.A. System. I’m already giving the mic to Amylou to lead the Moring prayers but she’s not getting it. She’s pointing to Vincent and when I point the mic to Vincent, he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;“Sige, ikaw na.”&lt;/span&gt; I was like… me…? Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“Anong sasabihin ko?”&lt;/span&gt; I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;“Sabihin mo, “Let us prepare ourselves for the Morning Prayers”.&lt;/span&gt; He replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“Yun lang?”&lt;/span&gt; I asked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;“Ano, ‘let us bow down our heads &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;as we put ourselves to the presence of God and let us adore Him’”. Alam mo naman yun diba?”&lt;/span&gt; he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“Okay.”&lt;/span&gt; I took a deep breathe and said with the microphone, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“Let us bow down our heads, as we put ourselves in the presence of God and let us adore Him. Let us pray for ourselves, our conversion and for the success of our studies, for families and relatives and for the peace of the world. Altogether, (sign of the cross).”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would only say that but they don’t want to interrupt my so-called “holy voice”, I recited the whole prayers with Amylou on my side, guiding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Kristine led the singing of the National Anthem. I pushed Amylou to the mic to lead the Panatang Makabayan and Vincent to lead the Vision Mission and the mic was passed again to me to lead the praying of the Rosary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had a special prayer for Mother Mary and I led that again. Sir Gabs even called some of my classmates to lead the prayer but Miss Juan always gives me the paper to be read and instructs me every after the song. It was tiring, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went back to the classroom and found out that in a few moments, our quiz in Mythology will start. Mythology…? It was like, “you let me memorize the six paragraph speech then here you are saying that we’ll have a quiz in MYTHOLOGY…? “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boooooom!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, mom and dad cooked foods for Almira’s birthday celebration and I ate a lot! I’m actually so full right now. *Puffs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-5992942468817247011?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/5992942468817247011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=5992942468817247011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/5992942468817247011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/5992942468817247011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-almira-mae-m.html' title=''/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-7479799904530211926</id><published>2009-08-31T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T02:02:23.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yesterday, after we have gone to mass, I, my mom, and my little sister went to the Ever Gotesco Mall, Commonwealth to window shop. I really had lots of fun because we saw some cute little bags and shoes that suit my taste. I promised myself that I will buy some of them. Before going home, my mom bought a Michael Jacson DVD and I bought the Code Geass Season 1 and Get Backers DVD. My mom also promised that they will buy a new DVD Player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;While watching the 2nd episode of the Code Geass Season 1, I learned something very important; &lt;strong&gt;EVERYBODY SHOULD HAVE A CHANCE TO HAVE YOUR FULL TRUST.&lt;/strong&gt; In that episode, the rebelled Japanese group obeyed the commands of Lelouch through a phone patch. Take note: it’s the first time that they’ve heard Lelouch’s voice yet they still obeyed him. They trust Lelouch that very moment and that brought them victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Another scene is that when Lelouch promised to his younger sister that her wish to have a peaceful world will be fulfilled by the time that she could see again and that promised was fulfilled in the R2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes, we tend not to trust someone because we doubt him. We do not realize that he’s really worth trusting for than any other person in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trusting means securing. We trust because we want to secure something, we want to share something to that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;For me, trusting someone means, I’m close to that person and at the same time, he trusts me also. It’s as if, we share everything in our separate worlds and our worlds are reunited.&lt;br /&gt;I really feel happy and glad if I know that someone fully trusts me. I thank him for trusting me and for giving him an opportunity to know more about him including his deep personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To all my trusted friends, THANK YOU FOR NOT BREAKING IT. I HOPE YOU TRUST ME THE SAME WAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-7479799904530211926?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/7479799904530211926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=7479799904530211926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/7479799904530211926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/7479799904530211926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2009/08/yesterday-after-we-have-gone-to-mass-i.html' title='trust'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-5432388312991419190</id><published>2009-08-22T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T03:23:05.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;August 20, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Because there's a wall between us."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I’m so depressed right now. I don’t know why I feel like crying. I don’t know how to explain it!! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened in our meeting. I was annoyed all over! I even cried because I can’t hide the pain anymore. I cried and cried to ease the pain and to let go all the negative feelings that built up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it always have to be like this? I tried my best to be understandable, to be sensitive not only to what others say but also to what I’m saying. The same things always happen. I’m always misunderstood, I’m always judged. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain is engulfing me. The chagrin in my face perfectly says what I feel. I needed someone who’s ready to listen to me. Someone who would be LOYAL to me. I had enough with trusting, it’s now the time to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be the one? I just really need a company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;August 21, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Still depressed, I went to the Red Lily meeting and edited some paperwork. We are almost done! Soon enough it will be published and we will be satisfied and grateful that all the works we put in there is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had nothing else to talk about so I will just fill this post with pictures that I had saved in the computer before my USB malfunctioned. By the way, Sharm lend me her Photoshop installer and I’m trying my best to learn it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/So-7hJok1cI/AAAAAAAAAEw/xiZAZkRpuC0/s1600-h/IMG_0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372719058672473538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/So-7hJok1cI/AAAAAAAAAEw/xiZAZkRpuC0/s200/IMG_0187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;This is Vincent’s tennis racket. He brought it last year as a prop for the Search for the Mr. and Ms. Intrams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/So_Aos_rYFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aZutCCNXKK0/s1600-h/IMG_0185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372724685981835346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/So_Aos_rYFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aZutCCNXKK0/s320/IMG_0185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;This picture was taken last year. It’s me and my adviser Ms. Rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/So-80k5JTMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/M9EEbKeXbXE/s1600-h/04032009836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372720491918871746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/So-80k5JTMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/M9EEbKeXbXE/s320/04032009836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is me last March 2009 I think. I just got my new hairstyle; layered hair with layered bangs. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/So-9X51bh6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/c8mlldaFlMk/s1600-h/Me+and+alice+vial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372721098835855266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/So-9X51bh6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/c8mlldaFlMk/s320/Me+and+alice+vial.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;This is me and Alice Vial, my Australian friend. We became friends when they went here in the Philippines as pilgrims and stayed in our school for one week and I was her guardian angel (miss you and Love lots Alice!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/So--7t-VV5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/GFam7FQ3n-w/s1600-h/IMG_1941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372722813638891410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/So--7t-VV5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/GFam7FQ3n-w/s320/IMG_1941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;This picture was taken last Christmas when we were in Cavite in my ninang’s house to meet the family of my cousin’s fiancé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/So_BsaNURtI/AAAAAAAAAFg/IJZETi8-1zQ/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372725849169872594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/So_BsaNURtI/AAAAAAAAAFg/IJZETi8-1zQ/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This was taken last December 28 at the reception of my cousin’s wedding. I wore a gown and I had that itchy make up. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/So_CfCnv0jI/AAAAAAAAAFo/inDpn9-Jb3M/s1600-h/15112008033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372726719011607090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/So_CfCnv0jI/AAAAAAAAAFo/inDpn9-Jb3M/s320/15112008033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;This picture was taken when I attened the CEAP in La Salle Greenhills with Sharm, Ilyanna, Edward and Shella right after the fieldtrip and it was a one day event where the sleeping hours in only tow hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/So_DIFd1MnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-HqrmIgcfB8/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372727424149959282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/So_DIFd1MnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-HqrmIgcfB8/s320/Picture+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And this last picture was the first picture that I post in friendster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Okay, I’m running out of time so gotta go! Adieu!&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/6707451431125716895-5432388312991419190?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/5432388312991419190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=5432388312991419190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/5432388312991419190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/5432388312991419190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2009/08/flashback.html' title='Flashback'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/So-7hJok1cI/AAAAAAAAAEw/xiZAZkRpuC0/s72-c/IMG_0187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-8088403833165274393</id><published>2009-08-16T01:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T02:21:49.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bLISSFUL DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;It’s a one of a kind day! It was awesome! It’s the first time that I spent my whole day doing productive things with my comrades! It was indeed a memorable day. I even forgot that I just had the nerve-breaking exam in Math a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of exam, IT’S OVER!! Hurray! Math is (yeah not was—it will always be) really a headache and I’ve done something I shouldn’t (according to Nicole). I didn’t really notice it! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the exam, I attended the Red Lily meeting and went to Nicole’s house to have a lunch (thanks Nikki!). I actually started writing this post to her house while searching for Filipino news, and saved it as a draft. After that, we went to SM San Lazaro to have something done. It should still be a secret until Thursday XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Bianca’s house to practice and to do the commercial thingy which is definitely fun! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going home, we took pictures and finish the commercial and we (Janeene, Nicole and I) called our parents and let Vincent talk to our moms. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came home, my mom gave me my NEW cell phone! XD it’s not really new BUT it’s something that I could now call MINE. Now, I don’t have to borrow mom’s cell phone whenever I’m going somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guys remember what I promised about my blog posts? I think I can’t fulfill it now because my USB is malfunctioning. Kuya Robi (mom’s officemate which is a computer science graduate) said that it’s totally dead and I can’t use it anymore TT_TT. That means, all the files that I have in my USB can never be recovered. All my files are in my USB including the recent pictures that I took on occasions. *sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-8088403833165274393?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/8088403833165274393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=8088403833165274393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/8088403833165274393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/8088403833165274393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2009/08/blissful-day.html' title='bLISSFUL DAY'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-2718855335776811927</id><published>2009-08-08T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T03:16:03.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/Sn1QOnsBwbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rYAV8Nd884Q/s1600-h/IMG_0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367534542997537202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/Sn1QOnsBwbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rYAV8Nd884Q/s200/IMG_0122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Since, I’m now posting my images here in my blog, I decided to use myself as an icon. Well, me and Sharm to be exact. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m on hiatus (read that word 10 times already from Nicole’s blog up to the book that I was reading awhile ago.) again. Writer’s Block would be the best description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what; I found some of my notebooks that I used to write my feelings and emotions. I read some them and I was shocked on the way I reacted to things for the past three years. I can’t believe I thought that way about the people around me before. Even my diary is also a shock. I just can’t…believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was supposed to go to school but Ms. Reyes, our moderator, texted me that I and Nicole wasn’t really needed, so I decided not to go anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard the Tagalog version of Angelus? Yep, it has a tagalong version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ANGELUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: Binati ng Angel ang Panginoon si Ginoong Santa Maria&lt;br /&gt;R: At siya’y naglihi lalang ng Diyos Espiritu Santo&lt;br /&gt;Aba Ginoong Maria…&lt;br /&gt;L: Narito ang alipin ng Panginoon&lt;br /&gt;R:Naganap sa akin, ayon sa wika Mo.&lt;br /&gt;Aba Ginoong Maria…&lt;br /&gt;L: At ang verbo ay nagkatawang tao.&lt;br /&gt;R: At tumira sa gitna natin.&lt;br /&gt;Aba Ginoong Maria…&lt;br /&gt;L: Ipanalangin mo kami, Santang Ina ng Diyos&lt;br /&gt;R: Nang kami ay dapat makinabang ng mg pangako ni Hesukristong Panginoon.&lt;br /&gt;L: Manalangin tayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panginoon naming Diyos, kasihan naawa ng aming mga kaluluwa ng Iyong mahal na grasya, at yayamang dahilang sa pamamalita ng angel ay nakilala namin ang pagkatawang tao ni Hesukristong Anak Mo, pakundangan sa Mahal Niyang pagpapakasakit at pagkamatay sa krus ay papakinabangan Mo kami ng Kanyang Pagkabuhay na mang muli, sa kaluwalhatian sa langit, alang-alang kay Hesukriston ring Panginoon namin.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luwalhati sa Ama...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just had that one yesterday and I was again embarrassed because I recited the wrong tagalong version of Hail Mary. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-2718855335776811927?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/2718855335776811927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=2718855335776811927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/2718855335776811927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/2718855335776811927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2009/08/since-im-now-posting-my-images-here-in.html' title=''/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/Sn1QOnsBwbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rYAV8Nd884Q/s72-c/IMG_0122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-1428993205537271550</id><published>2009-08-06T04:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T03:21:48.818-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praises to my Best Friend Nicole'/><title type='text'>Last Fiesta with my 4A Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;My day was almost perfect. &lt;em&gt;Almost perfect&lt;/em&gt;. There are really persons who wanted to get your attention at once just to annoy you up to the point that you would say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;“I just had the worst day ever.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;My mom woke me up a little earlier and I don’t know the reason why. Well. It’s also a good thing for me since I was sure that we would be practicing again for an hour before the mass would start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, I was late. The reason: Traffic. That’s my only reason of getting late since we transferred here in Batasan Hills. Honestly, that reason &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; not excusable. I’m just a slow person (according to my mom and dad) which I couldn’t deny. I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; really a slow person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about 10 minutes late. I entered the room with a tired and bored look that even our adviser noticed. I don’t know, I am easily irritated these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few more practices, we finally went down to have the mass for the &lt;em&gt;Feast Day of St. Dominic De Guzman &lt;/em&gt;and launching of the &lt;em&gt;Buwan ng Wika&lt;/em&gt;. And yes, we were already wearing Filipiniana that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the mass, I started to have butterflies in my stomach. I was so nervous that my handwriting became a doctor’s handwriting already. I just kept on breathing and breathing until i was  calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our presentation was a little of a mistake. The sound system was leading to us that’s why Ryan (my partner) didn’t have the chance to say his solo line. But still we finished it with confidence and grace. I even had a catwalk while the singers were singing (due to Edward’s idea). XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that presentation, we took pictures in the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://hush-notes.co.nr/"&gt;I got envious to Nicole’s blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, full of pictures; I decided to post some pictures too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I would like you to know my image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/Sn1GZM4yeEI/AAAAAAAAADg/Oxen7SgJdhM/s1600-h/IMG_0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367523978638628354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/Sn1GnsYllgI/AAAAAAAAADo/clt_MBsbq74/s200/IMG_0085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I’m the one who wears the pink watch. XD okay, seriously, this is me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367524699173879826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/Sn1HRollABI/AAAAAAAAADw/OlcEV-JLzGY/s200/IMG_0090.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Now that you already know my image, I’ll show you the pictures that we took awhile ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367525530998821922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/Sn1ICDYGVCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qdlvj9VYxXU/s200/IMG_0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me, with my partner Ryan. We were the narrators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367526082153836226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/Sn1IiIlsbsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/1p_IhM2yMZ4/s200/IMG_0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Now, this is a ClaYaNikz picture. From right to left: Ate Cla, me and Nikki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also took picture with Sir Glads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367527644161518274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/Sn1J9DhWKsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Jk2MJiTh7yA/s200/IMG_0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I forgot to add, we also had the palarong pinoy in the Gym which took 2 hours! Here is a pix of my tip, Kim playing jumping rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/Sn1LmK200PI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ahYhPShvV8g/s1600-h/IMG_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/Sn1LLbA2N5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ycsQJBuPnWY/s1600-h/IMG_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367529974382758818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/Sn1MEsRYi6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/CnKdxMmmkgg/s200/IMG_0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/Sn1LLbA2N5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ycsQJBuPnWY/s1600-h/IMG_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;After that, we ate our lunch and edit some articles in the Red Lily Office. We finished it by 4:00 and I already went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I’m researching some pictures for my project, so better cut this post off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect more pictures to come because I’ll be posting previous shots that I took with my friends and family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chao! ‘Till next time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-1428993205537271550?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/1428993205537271550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=1428993205537271550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/1428993205537271550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/1428993205537271550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-fiesta-with-my-4a-family.html' title='Last Fiesta with my 4A Family'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/Sn1GnsYllgI/AAAAAAAAADo/clt_MBsbq74/s72-c/IMG_0085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-8025991810192592849</id><published>2009-08-05T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T02:25:05.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoying Creature'/><title type='text'>Annoying Creature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/Sn1EWVC1qiI/AAAAAAAAADY/LEL2KoShYwc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367521481292360226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/Sn1EWVC1qiI/AAAAAAAAADY/LEL2KoShYwc/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Annoying!! So very Annoying! Who is he to act that way?? Didn’t he think that he was already being rude? Ugh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m telling you, what happened to me yesterday was so very annoying. The memory’s going back while writing this post and I’m beginning to get annoyed and irritated again. I mean, who wouldn’t be annoyed if your classmate is acting like a leader yet his actions ironically do what he says? Yes, he’s a he! A very annoying dwarf who wants to be noticed all the time. I thought he’s beginning to change that attitude of his, but I was wrong again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes like this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were having our final practice for the opening of the Buwan ng Wika. We were (always) chosen to present an intermission number in the said program. During the first practices, he’s the one ruining the formations and making silly things that caused distractions. He’s always like that. And guys, he’s the eldest in the class yet he’s doing childish things? Such a paranoid! Okay, going back to the story, when the time our Filipino teacher wanted to see our final practice with no flaws, he acted like he’s the one who made the steps and the formation who irritated us a lot! Yep, you heard it right, WE not only ME. I and my other classmates keep on exchanging comments about his actions and words. We were, AS IN irritated! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-8025991810192592849?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/8025991810192592849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=8025991810192592849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/8025991810192592849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/8025991810192592849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2009/08/annoying-creature.html' title='Annoying Creature'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/Sn1EWVC1qiI/AAAAAAAAADY/LEL2KoShYwc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-5003744237139769737</id><published>2009-07-21T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T03:55:24.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday bash of Ate Cla</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;            I had lots of fun!! Today is the birthday of Ate Cla and she treated us at Yellow Cab in SM North.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I arrived at school 7:15 am and the rosary was already finished, yet I wasn’t considered late! Woo!! Another ChaoChao!! XD Our first class started and we had a graded recitation. Although I didn’t understand the question, I still got a perfect score!! Chaochao again! XD I considered this day a lucky day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I called my mom to ask permission and to convince her to fetch me in SM North. Her reply, “Sige, pupunta din dapat ako kasi maggo-grocery ako.” Wooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Then, we’re off! We hurriedly went to SM. The rain pored heavily but we handled it. In the SM, Nicole and the rest went first to the Package counter to put their things there while I, Ate Cla and Jason went upstairs to put my stuffs in the Lyric Piano Branch office. Mom and I was supposed to meet there. After that, we already went to Yellow Cab and huala! We enjoyed eating the pizzas! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            After eating, we went first to the freedom board for Michael Jacson. It has many writings about how they love the king of pop. I too wrote something! XD We also took pictures in front of that huge board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            After that, they accompanied me to the Lyric branch. My mom was already there and she said I was already late. She’s been waiting for about 30 minutes. But still, she didn’t scold me. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Before going home, we first went to the grocery and bought batteries for the Camera!! WEEE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-5003744237139769737?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/5003744237139769737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=5003744237139769737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/5003744237139769737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/5003744237139769737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthday-bash-of-ate-cla.html' title='Birthday bash of Ate Cla'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-2906266535089337594</id><published>2009-07-11T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T04:25:18.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SlhUuhnYNLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lGgyodk6WG0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357124915031454898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SlhUuhnYNLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lGgyodk6WG0/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;At last, updated! I’m having a hard time lately. The reason was sort of a secret but I think I can give you a hint. :P Hint: I’m so irritated. And yeah, that’s it. I’m recalling all the events that happened…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday, I and the other club representatives were pulled-out for the dance practice. Yeah, &lt;em&gt;I danced&lt;/em&gt;. The steps were quiet hard but we handled it ---&lt;strong&gt;I handled it&lt;/strong&gt;. Tuesday afternoon, we finished the steps and practiced it continuously. Wednesday was the day where I danced on stage. The event? &lt;strong&gt;Club Recruitment&lt;/strong&gt;. First, each of the club representatives were required to give a speech, something about the club that they were representing. And mine goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Red Lily Writers Circle is the official school publication magazine of Siena College. This organization tends to boost out one’s talent in writing. Members of this club are the over-all in charge in the circulation of our school magazine entitled “The Red Lily”. They were the ones who’s making write-ups about the vents that has happened in and out the school campus. Also, members of this club write poems, essays and any king of literature. Workshops/trainings and seminars are given to its members to improve one’s grammar and skills. Thus, this club is a training for all the aspiring writers out there, developing more their writing skills and self-confidence and their leadership skills as well. So, wanna see your work in the mag? Do you have what it takes to be part of the official school publication? Then, this is the club for you! Our moderator is Ms. Richelle Reyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be inspired, be an inspiration, be a Red Lily Writer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the speech we finally danced on stage. At first, I was calm but when my feet touched the floor of the stage, nervousness followed. Still, I was able to cope up and danced…well…? I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we already had the club recruitment, Red Lily’s newest moderator (my English teacher last year) set a meeting last Thursday. But before that, IRRITATION CAME FIRST. Wonder why people are so insensitive? Rather, why people tend to be insensitive? Anyways, letting go of that one, it was said that there would be a rearrangement of positions in the Editorial Staff. Our moderator also gave the assignments for the first issue. I and Sharm will interview our new President!! XD I feel so excited!!! I also wanna come in the &lt;em&gt;Alumni Homecoming&lt;/em&gt; for they say it’s gonna be fun. Something to write about. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Friday came; I didn’t attend the CAT Training. Reasons: First, I was one of the assistants of our adviser. Second: After the meeting of the parents, I went to the Prefect of Discipline to help Nicole, Ate Cla, Ariane (kapatid), Martie and Peter in punching the attendance sheets and in writing the names of the students in a folder so that would be their permanent folder for the rest of the school year that will study in Siena. It’s fun yet, tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t finish what we were doing because it was already 4:30 pm and t’was time for us to go home. Oh yeah, I forgot to add, my dad attended the meeting that’s why he was waiting for me at the gate. And an embarrassing thing happened! While I was reciting the Angelus with the microphone, Peter suddenly sneeze making Ariane laugh hysterically and the effect, &lt;em&gt;I got all distracted &lt;/em&gt;and feel like I wanted to laugh too. *sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home, the rain poured making my pants and shoes all wet. We took the bus and I slept for about &lt;em&gt;thirty minutes&lt;/em&gt; because of the coldness. At around 5:30 pm, we finally reached our destination. We went down near the footbridge but still, I got wet. We waited mom at the tricycle terminal for about thirty minutes!! And that killed me!! I almost fell asleep!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of that happening yesterday, I’m suffering again from cough and colds. *sneeze*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-2906266535089337594?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/2906266535089337594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=2906266535089337594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/2906266535089337594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/2906266535089337594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2009/07/at-last-updated-im-having-hard-time.html' title='Long week'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SlhUuhnYNLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lGgyodk6WG0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-4375163162192691161</id><published>2009-06-10T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T04:28:36.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SjCuvTx9gyI/AAAAAAAAADI/rY5z5XbUTJk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345964885475689250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SjCuvTx9gyI/AAAAAAAAADI/rY5z5XbUTJk/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chao Chao! Vacation's almost over!! For some, classes have already started last Monday but for me—for us Sienans, classes will start on June 15. You know what; I’m excited to go to school because I want to clarify some things. Who will be our adviser, the section, everything!! And I hope, I just only hope that rumors weren’t true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Code Geass finally come to an end. The ending, Lelouch died. He died because it was part of his own plan—the Zero Requiem. I still pity him. And yeah, everything was according to his plan. Because of his love, because of his promise, he created a world where no one remembers that there was once a sinful Emperor Charles Vi Britannia and a Massacre Princess. He made a world where people will only remember his name, Emperor Lelouch the Demon. He sacrificed his own dignity for his family. Yet, everyone hated him, everyone didn’t believe in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let’s talk about my friends. I’ve been communicating with my old friends and I’m so happy because they’re the ones who added me to friendster and Yahoo Messenger. I just wish we can see each other again. I love them so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6707451431125716895-4375163162192691161?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/4375163162192691161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=4375163162192691161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/4375163162192691161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/4375163162192691161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2009/06/chao-chao-vacations-almost-over-for.html' title=''/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SjCuvTx9gyI/AAAAAAAAADI/rY5z5XbUTJk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-6806410155235145490</id><published>2009-05-27T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:23:25.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/ShzqYbEEU2I/AAAAAAAAADA/eXGU-ZBwh7w/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340400963457143650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/ShzqYbEEU2I/AAAAAAAAADA/eXGU-ZBwh7w/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Look guys!! I’m still tuned to Code Geass. I &lt;em&gt;pity&lt;/em&gt; Lelouch so much. I don’t know why but the friendship thingy and the sibling relationship in the story struck me most. Anyway, Review sessions are done. I just finished it last Friday. The MAC test is a &lt;strong&gt;NOSEBLEED!!&lt;/strong&gt; But most of the questions in physics &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; in the reviewer that’s why I didn’t have much to solve in the physics section. Before we left, we took some pictures so that we can have remembrance and everything. I gained new friends which were oh so nice and lovable. I will surely miss them. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to &lt;strong&gt;Code Geass&lt;/strong&gt;, Lelouch’s father (the Emperor) got the Code of his older brother turning him to an immortal being. He, (the Emperor again) tried to kill Sisy, the immortal witch who gave Geass to Lelouch. Luckily, Lelouch became true to his feelings that’s why Sisy changed her mind and pushed the Emperor away. These are his exact words, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Gusto mo ng kamatayan? Ibibigya ko sayo ang kamatayan mo, Sisy huwag mo lang akong iwan ngayon. Ayoko nang may mawala pang mahalaga sa’kin.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Sisy went back to her old attitude. Her attitude before she was given the power (Geass) to be loved. And guys, from that moment, Lelouch became super nice to Sisy. She treated Sisy as princess. Bye the way, Sisy said something about friendship, I just can’t remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, better watch it also, okay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-6806410155235145490?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/6806410155235145490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=6806410155235145490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/6806410155235145490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/6806410155235145490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-way.html' title='long way'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/ShzqYbEEU2I/AAAAAAAAADA/eXGU-ZBwh7w/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-7651813025550532037</id><published>2009-05-13T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:54:37.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lelouch lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/Sgu_96h9eWI/AAAAAAAAACw/In38VHRcnMI/s1600-h/Lelouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335569253955107170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/Sgu_96h9eWI/AAAAAAAAACw/In38VHRcnMI/s200/Lelouch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;La! La! La! La!! May is soooo happy!! I love May!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo folks!! Being ecstatic is a very comfortable feeling. Oh yeah, I am attending the Review Center for College Entrance Exam. And guess what? I’m beginning to like math!! Hurray!! Our math mentor is unbelievably cute but our science mentor said he’s a snob that’s why I’m not showing any hint that I have a crush on him. I’m being in my shy type mode. I’ve also got new buddies. They came from Siena College, Bulacan, Sacred Heart Academy of Novaliches (SHAN), Diliman prep school and so many more! They’re oh so nice and fun to be with. I Loooooooooove them soooooooo much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, &lt;strong&gt;LELOUCH &lt;/strong&gt;is back!! As in, I’ve been hooked up to Code Geass lately. Lelouch’s actions make my heart jumped!! I loooove him!!! Oh yeah, I hate his &lt;em&gt;ex-best friend, Suzaku&lt;/em&gt;, who &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;betrayed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; him. Although I didn’t watch the first season, I was able to grasp in the episodes (good thing there are many flashbacks!:)). &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/6707451431125716895-7651813025550532037?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/7651813025550532037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=7651813025550532037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/7651813025550532037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/7651813025550532037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2009/05/lelouch-lover.html' title='Lelouch lover'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/Sgu_96h9eWI/AAAAAAAAACw/In38VHRcnMI/s72-c/Lelouch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-1164550871862131798</id><published>2009-05-02T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T23:34:25.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>descision</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/Sf06sYDnmII/AAAAAAAAACo/Q3Re2DijJeo/s1600-h/2057441566_8ad799b5c8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331482067922819202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/Sf06sYDnmII/AAAAAAAAACo/Q3Re2DijJeo/s200/2057441566_8ad799b5c8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yo Folks!! It’s been ages since I posted something. My summer?? One answer: BORING. I have nothing to do… NO WORKSHOP, NO PIANO OR VOICE LESSON, life sucks!! Plus, I was sick. Good thing my ear doesn’t hurt anymore. I was planning to go to Wildlife with my sister and friends; I just hope it won’t be cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m making a story as a pastime, but I lack ideas… new ideas. I can’t finish it. I need some new references. I hope this may, I can finish it. I’m thinking what clubs will I join this school year... I’m planning to change one of my club organizations this school year, most probably the Thursday club. But I’m still thinking about it. Oh and yeah, I’m thinking if I should transfer to another school. My sisters are transferring to a school nearer to our house so I’m thinking if I should transfer also. Well, I still have one month to think.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-1164550871862131798?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/1164550871862131798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=1164550871862131798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/1164550871862131798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/1164550871862131798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2009/05/descision.html' title='descision'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/Sf06sYDnmII/AAAAAAAAACo/Q3Re2DijJeo/s72-c/2057441566_8ad799b5c8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-6845049959507362940</id><published>2009-03-26T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T00:59:21.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/Sg_DtpaO63I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Occ8s7AK9A0/s1600-h/SAop1_7.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336699272434740082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/Sg_DtpaO63I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Occ8s7AK9A0/s200/SAop1_7.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;“And I stare at the phone, he still hasn’t called and then you feel so low, you can’t feel nothing at all.” I loooooove Taylor Swift!! XD her songs were awesome!!! My classmates had been hooked up by her song entitled Love Story which is definitely beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer’s at our hands guys!! I have one month to relax and enjoy summer. Why? It’s because starting May 1, I will attend the UPCAT Review Center for 25 days (May 1- May 25). I can’t literally say that it sucks because I’ve wanted it myself. It’s just that, I don’t wanna stay in our house idly. So, my parents got that answer, REVIEW CENTER FOR COLLEGE. I suggested that I would continue my piano lesson and singing workshop but they disagreed. How unlucky, right? Yet, it’s a good alibi of my parents. Studying for college, my possibility passing the entrance exams in prestigious schools will go up, from 10%- 50%. Haha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, what else…. Ah, do you know the anime Special A? Yeah, it’s unbelievably awesome!!! I looooove Jun and Kei the most!!! Haha… the picture on the left side is the whole group of Special A. It also reminds me of Ouran Host Club for the reason that they both have seven members in the group and they also have twins!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, recognition’s done. I got 2 special awards: Outstanding Red Lily Writer Circle Member and Outstanding English Club Member. Although I didn’t receive any excellence award, I’m still happy. The guest speaker made me realize how lucky I was already to receive award. Haha… feels so nostalgic, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guys, I already finished Stephanie Meyer’s novel. The Last sequel of Twilight entitled, Breaking Dawn. Cheers!!! I feel so accomplished!!! XD&lt;br /&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/6707451431125716895-6845049959507362940?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/6845049959507362940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=6845049959507362940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/6845049959507362940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/6845049959507362940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-i-stare-at-phone-he-still-hasnt.html' title=''/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/Sg_DtpaO63I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Occ8s7AK9A0/s72-c/SAop1_7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-1199262208989039791</id><published>2009-03-22T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T01:08:04.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>better luck next time and a true friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/ScXxJebpDmI/AAAAAAAAACg/5CSf3wJhl2c/s1600-h/123.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315920080270855778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/ScXxJebpDmI/AAAAAAAAACg/5CSf3wJhl2c/s200/123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I know I shouldn’t be happy but I’m tired of being sad and depressed so I will just look on the brighter side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WORSE NEWS EVER, I’m not in the honor’s list. Yeah. I was really so so so very disappointed at myself. I didn’t make it. But still, I do have special awards given by my club moderators. It’s my first time in my high school life that I will go up on stage receiving only special awards. I was so so so so very disappointed. I pitied myself for that. I admit, I didn’t pay much attention to my studies that’s why I failed to be in the honor’s list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This school year has been a tough yet so very meaningful year for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This school year, I learned how to forgive freely. I let go of all my negative feelings. I learned how to shout out my thoughts and to stand on my own. Most of all, I was so happy because the person that I’ve been holding a grudge with for so many years, was the person who understand and knows me so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to him, I changed a lot. Compared to the “old” and “new” me, he complimented that I was better now. Better than the previous years. He said that I learned how to be patient to everything and how to be optimistic. He said that I’ve grown up. I was so happy to hear those words from him. Of all people, he’s the only one who appreciates my changes and my will to be a better person. Even though I’m just talking to him because I don’t have a shoulder to lean on, it’s okay with him. As long as he knows that he helps me, it doesn’t matter to him. It doesn’t matter what kind of relationship we have, he’s just ready to catch me and to be a shoulder to cry on. Now I know that I’m the one who’ve been judging him in the wrong place. And I admit that I was blind to see his true personality that has been shining all through out this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He opened my eyes. Now I know that he’s a true and reliable friend. Even though I’m always judging him, accusing him with such impotent proofs, he still cares for me and he forgives me. I am so lucky to have a true and good friend like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, MR. CREST FLARE... DON’T EVER CHANGE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah!! I would like to express my deepest gratitude to my club mates. GUYS!!! YOU ARE THE BEST. I APPRECIATE ALL YOUR HELP. TO THE EDITORIAL STAFF: THANK YOU GUYS!! YOU’RE VERY HELPFUL AND UNDERSTANDING. WE SURVIVED TO HAVE FOUR CONSECUTIVE RED LILY ISSUE. THANK YOU GUYS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-1199262208989039791?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/1199262208989039791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=1199262208989039791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/1199262208989039791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/1199262208989039791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2009/03/better-luck-next-time-and-true-friend.html' title='better luck next time and a true friend'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/ScXxJebpDmI/AAAAAAAAACg/5CSf3wJhl2c/s72-c/123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-3176274092931919887</id><published>2009-03-10T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:27:46.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a VIP Hater</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;WHEW! Exams are over!!! Two thumbs up!! XD school year will be closed anytime soon but our shooting for the English club Movie haven’t started yet. Why? It’s because of our so VIP characters. Why I said that? It’s because they will not attend the script rehearsals if they will not be fetch. Yeah, it’s tiring, though. We will approach them to go up in the 2A room to attend. Time to time we have to remind them, especially the leading lady! it seems that she doesn’t care. It was so annoying! Like what my moderator said “Ang gulo nilang kausap.”  And they really are! They didn’t care what will happen to our movie project. They were so inconsiderate! I was sooooo very annoyed! Ugh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of shooting, we are supposed to have our 1st shooting proper yesterday but again, due to some VIPs, it was again, cancelled. I was again annoyed yesterday. The president and the auditor of the English club didn’t show up yesterday. Early in the morning I was in a bad mood because of that. We were just texting last Saturday and they didn’t even inform me that they will not come to school, that Bianca texted them to tell that she couldn’t bring the cam. And our leading lady, she didn’t even text me that she won’t come to school. I was like a dumb sending GMs to the English Club members to bring extra clothing, to memorize their lines and to bring the videocams. None of them informed me that they will not come to school and that our leading lady won’t show up. I was so annoyed and frustrated yesterday. I even cried because I don’t know what will I do and I don’t have any idea how will we shoot if the leading lady was absent. It was so irritating! I’m so mad at them. I hate them all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I’m not over-reacting or something, Like I said, “Nagmukha akong tanga.” I brought clothes, make-up, shoes and everything yet?!! What kind of people are you? Are you making fun of me? Well, it’s not funny! It’s annoying and irritating!! The second years were saying that they could not make it because they have to complete all their requirements and all I can do is to nod. I was so irritated. Good thing, Ariane was there to calm me down and to keep me company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate VIPs!!! I’ll hate them forever!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-3176274092931919887?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/3176274092931919887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=3176274092931919887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/3176274092931919887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/3176274092931919887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-vip-hater.html' title='I&apos;m a VIP Hater'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-8847489770935598987</id><published>2009-02-23T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:02:42.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Good stuff guys!! It’s been decades since I posted something… hmm, sorry, kinda busy. XD Anyways, since I have now time to post, I’ll make this post a little longer than my other posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, classes have started again last January. We had the intramurals and as usual, we lost again. XD our batch ranked 2nd place in the over all winners. As usual, the 2nd year beat us. It’s kinda funny though! Ummm, what else? Oh yeah, I heard some SECRETS from a friend. Secrets that I shouldn’t know and secrets that made me mad to an acquaintance. Yeah, you hear me, ACQUAINTANCE. It wasn’t that serious but I was deeply annoyed by HER. Yep, she’s a GIRL. *IF YOU’RE GUILTY, YOU CAN ASK ME IF IT’S YOU OR NOT.* &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sorry, got carried away. But seriously, remembering all what she said about me is really an UGH!!! Irritating!! Okay, next, last January, was the Auditon for the English Club movie. We were all hyped up about the Movie cause we really want to have it!! The characters we’re now complete and we’re sooo happy and excited.. The only problem is the videocam… NO VIDEOCAM NO MOVIE TT.TT Now I’ll talk about P.E. I’ve been crying lately in our P.E. class. The reason behind it? VOLLEYBALL. Yeah, I’m such a paranoid! I admit, I’m afraid of the ball…It’s just because I have a past experience by that ball! Ugh!! Now, I’m so problematic on how will I pass our P.E. class without having the practical test. Huwaaahhh!!! T.T I keep on taunting my P.E. teacher to give me a research paper instead on doing the practical test but he keeps on saying NO!! WHAT AM I GONNA DO? Do you still remember CRESENT? Yeah!!! We are texting!!! XD I am sooooooo very happy because we get to know each other more!!! He’s nice, sweet and most of all; he spent time texting to me!!!! Waaaaaaaah!!!!! All the infatuation feeling came back!!! Next, my mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SaJ-sgGvfaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/sVch5WuviVU/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt; bought me a new bag and guess what? It’s purple!!! It was sooooo cute!!! Lookiie!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SaKAT9XBryI/AAAAAAAAACA/GGH8xmNFa1s/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305944391372877602" style="WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SaKAT9XBryI/AAAAAAAAACA/GGH8xmNFa1s/s200/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SaKBVBH9dKI/AAAAAAAAACI/7gM_DlQg-P8/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305945509074924706" style="WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SaKBVBH9dKI/AAAAAAAAACI/7gM_DlQg-P8/s200/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Okay, that's all for now... bye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-8847489770935598987?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/8847489770935598987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=8847489770935598987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/8847489770935598987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/8847489770935598987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SaKAT9XBryI/AAAAAAAAACA/GGH8xmNFa1s/s72-c/Picture+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-68500093505231483</id><published>2009-01-04T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:27:31.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hey guys!!! I just wanna show you my list of the people who became close to me in the past few years!!! See if you’re one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: it excludes my biological family, they are and they will always be close to my heart and special to me. There are so many of them that one page may not be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*ALYANNA MARIE G. PEREZ&lt;br /&gt;*JINELLE MAE FABRO&lt;br /&gt;*KHRISTINE MYRO CASABUENA&lt;br /&gt;*NICOLE MICHELLIN CHANJUECO&lt;br /&gt;*FRANCIS GABRIEL EVANGELISTA&lt;br /&gt;*JEANEL SALES&lt;br /&gt;*JUENESE ESTACIO&lt;br /&gt;*REGINA MANAHAN&lt;br /&gt;*JOANA RESTUA&lt;br /&gt;*EDERLYN P. ARAYA&lt;br /&gt;*ATE AILEEN&lt;br /&gt;*KUYA PHILIP&lt;br /&gt;*RENMARC MARCELO&lt;br /&gt;*ROAN RAFOLS&lt;br /&gt;*SAMANTHA MASANGKAY&lt;br /&gt;*JOHN EMMANUEL SANTILLANA&lt;br /&gt;* FRANZ MIKO SAMSON&lt;br /&gt;*SACCICKO LAUDIANGCO&lt;br /&gt;*ERIKA FLORENDO&lt;br /&gt;*TEACHER DELIA&lt;br /&gt;*TEACHER ZENY&lt;br /&gt;*TEACHER WILONA&lt;br /&gt;*TEACHER MARISSA&lt;br /&gt;*TEACHER LYDS&lt;br /&gt;*TEACHER HILDA&lt;br /&gt;*TEACHER MARYCRIS&lt;br /&gt;*SIR GEM&lt;br /&gt;*SIR NARDS&lt;br /&gt;*SISTER CORA LOBO&lt;br /&gt;*TEACHER FELY&lt;br /&gt;*ALFONSO REY T. WAGWAG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the people I’ve met before that played a great role in my life. They helped me with my studies; they did me everything they could and supported me in every ways. They are the closest of the closest people in my grade school life. Some of them, only a few, got to dislike me... I also put their names there because they changed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*CLARISSA CANLAS&lt;br /&gt;*NICOLE ANN CASIMIRO&lt;br /&gt;*TRICIA CARAGAN&lt;br /&gt;*GRACE PAMITTAN&lt;br /&gt;*QUINA ABELLA/ POT-POT&lt;br /&gt;*ALAIN ALOY&lt;br /&gt;*ARIANNE GARA&lt;br /&gt;*KRISTINE REYES&lt;br /&gt;*KIM MORALES&lt;br /&gt;*ALEXIS DE LA CRUZ&lt;br /&gt;*VINCENT MAG-ISA&lt;br /&gt;*EMMA KLEEMAN&lt;br /&gt;*ALICE VIAL&lt;br /&gt;*MY INDONESIAN FAMILY (M2M)&lt;br /&gt;*AMYLOU ANDAL&lt;br /&gt;*ANGELA BUENCONSEJO&lt;br /&gt;*SHARMAINE LACSAMANA&lt;br /&gt;*EDWARD GUIANG&lt;br /&gt;*ATE ANGELLI&lt;br /&gt;*KUYA JOHN PAUL&lt;br /&gt;*RYAN REYES&lt;br /&gt;*KUYA GATCHI&lt;br /&gt;*KUYA RAFFY&lt;br /&gt;*KUYA ROCHEN&lt;br /&gt;*ATE JANINE&lt;br /&gt;*VINNY REAL&lt;br /&gt;*GAEA&lt;br /&gt;*ATE ANNE&lt;br /&gt;*KUYA DRENN&lt;br /&gt;*ATE GRACE&lt;br /&gt;*SIR TORRES&lt;br /&gt;*MOMMY DAISYLIN BALMEO&lt;br /&gt;*MOMMY CATHERINE SAMPANG&lt;br /&gt;*MOMMY RICH&lt;br /&gt;*MOMMY CY&lt;br /&gt;*MS. CUANO&lt;br /&gt;*MS. JAY-O&lt;br /&gt;*MS. REYES (BOTH 2ND AND 3RD YEAR)&lt;br /&gt;*SIR GEORGE LUCIANO&lt;br /&gt;*DADDY NATS&lt;br /&gt;*ATE LIZETTE&lt;br /&gt;*MS. LAGAO&lt;br /&gt;*KUYA PAOLO&lt;br /&gt;*MAYUMI TORIBIO&lt;br /&gt;*BIANCA BUSTAMANTE&lt;br /&gt;*LAWRENCE LIMUACO&lt;br /&gt;* 3N DUDES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, these names on top are the people whom I’ve met a while ago but already played and are still playing a big role in my life now. Without these people, I don’t think I will survive in my 3 years of high school. They’re the ones who are helping me in every way they can, never leaving me in my sorrows. Some of them, challenged me and through that, I became my real self and they changed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take note: these people are the ones who are so closest to my heart… including teachers, upperclassmen, lowerclassmen and outsiders of our school. EVEN THE ONES WHO BECAME ENEMIES… BUT NOW WERE FRIENDS…!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-68500093505231483?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/68500093505231483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=68500093505231483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/68500093505231483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/68500093505231483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-guys-i-just-wanna-show-you-my-list.html' title=''/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-5674587942857011453</id><published>2008-12-30T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:05:28.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SVsnnPfq9gI/AAAAAAAAABw/I37q5Gt5mtQ/s1600-h/Me+a+model+of+Cp....JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285862142777161218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SVsnnPfq9gI/AAAAAAAAABw/I37q5Gt5mtQ/s200/Me+a+model+of+Cp....JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hi guys! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SVsnM4dlfjI/AAAAAAAAABo/xctA70JeTic/s1600-h/group+hug!!.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas has just past but the fun never stops!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 27, 2008 is the day where my cousin and her fiancée got married. Her husband now is an Indonesian (oh, Canadian? whatever!). Early in the morning we went to Hotel Indah to change our clothes and I wore a gown!! I also wore the high heeled shoes I used when I entered on a dancing competition back when I was in 1st year. I was so very excited that I woke up very early just to make sure we won’t be late. The make up artist put a lot of make up on my face and it tickles! Another one, the photographers were so addict in taking pictures!! Well, I, myself, was addicted in taking pictures too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 11:00 the wedding started. It was the first time I’ve seen a real wedding. I mean, I’ve only seen wedding ceremonies in T.V. but this, I’ve seen this one with my own two eyes and I was so very fascinated that I got all hyped up! It was a memorable one for me. And I took a lot of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I’ll share to you how I celebrated my Christmas this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to start with, this Christmas is a bit of change for me. It was the first time I went to Dawn masses. The night before Christmas we already went to church which was another change. It’s also the first time that my family had Noche Buena. I, myself was so surprised when I heard that from Papa ‘cause we don’t usually celebrate Noche Buena. We’re having all the preparations during New Year’s Eve. Well, changes don’t hurt, right? Early the next morning, I greeted my family a Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas. I ain’t got load so I didn’t have the chance to text my friends... XC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had our breakfast, my parents finally decided to go to Cavite because my godparents who lived there wanted us to be there this Christmas, It was so very tiring and the transportation hours was so very long!! In order to reach Cavite, we rode 2 buses and 1 jeepney! Whew! And, and, and, a very scary thing happened before we got to ride the jeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always had my backpack whenever I go to places; I place all my things there because I don’t want to go without any notebooks or ballpens at all. I don’t know why but it drives me insane. Okay, back to the topic. Before I got to ride on a jeep, I didn’t notice that a thief was opening my backpack! I just found myself staring at mama shouting at the woman at my back! I was so shock that I couldn’t speak that time! I got nervous and all I can do is to calm myself mentally. I did the usual to calm myself… I thumb sack in the jeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we reached my godparent’s house and found the Poernama family. At first, I was shy and I ignored them. But after I ate my lunch (yeah, lunch at 3:00 in the afternoon!), I decided that I should be friendly and be nice to them. I took a stolen shot while they’re talking that time. Then I saw the unique Christmas tree and I went there to take pictures. Then the guy, with a camera said he wanted to take pictures too! (Ooh… model) and that’s the start of everything! Thanks to camera and pictures! I took pictures with each one of them and I talked to them too! (Nosebleed!! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were so nice and friendly. I didn’t expect that attitude from them. I became fond of them that’s why I let go of my shy mode (character change!) and be the cutie, lovable, friendly and talkative Alyanna! Haha!! All thanks to the camera!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we went home, I accompany them first to Damarinas Church. As usual, I had my Mass Attendance with me and asked the Priest’s sign. While waiting for the priest, a sacristan asked me. He said “Saan ka nag-aaral?” (Where are you studying?) I answered; “Siena College” then he asked again “Saan yun?” (Where is that?) Then I answered, “Quezon City po.” (In Quezon City) then he shouted “Ang layo!” (How far!). Then I realized that I’m still in Cavite that’s why the sacristan was amazed why I was in that church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I went home carrying the smile, the satisfaction and the faces of the new persons I’ve met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, they already went back to Indonesia. And I miss them already!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope we can see each other again. And I promise that I will come to Indonesia to visit them. I will, definitely soon! So to my Indonesian Family, wait for me, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that happy Christmas day, I chatted with some friends and asked some advice about my little huge problem about my feelings towards a situation and about a friend. I’m not talking about my feelings nor about my problems, okay? I just found something while chatting with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;“That sometimes, friends who are far away from you can understand you more than the friends who are always with you. Sometimes, people that you only spent a little time with are the people who can give you the best satisfaction and the one whom you can trust most.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I just said that because a very friend of mine from Australia understands my feelings most, than other people. Whenever I share problems to her, even if she needed to go, she won’t. Not until she can give me an advice and make me realize the situation and the possibilities whenever I decided to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to Ms. &lt;strong&gt;Emma Kleeman&lt;/strong&gt;, I express my utmost gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving me advices and for being a good and lovable friend to me. I will never ever forget you, love. You’re one of a kind friend! You’re one of the greatest friends I’d ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-5674587942857011453?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/5674587942857011453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=5674587942857011453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/5674587942857011453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/5674587942857011453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi-guys-christmas-has-just-past-but-fun.html' title='my Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SVsnnPfq9gI/AAAAAAAAABw/I37q5Gt5mtQ/s72-c/Me+a+model+of+Cp....JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-2726447157867832439</id><published>2008-12-26T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T02:26:41.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good and bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;YO folks!! It’s been a long time since I wrote something, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;I don’t even know where to start… okay, at the beginning, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Remember my problem about Bill? Yep, we already talk and I think, everything’s fine by now. At first, I chatted with her in the YM and she seems to be ignoring me, then I said that I don’t want to lose her and all. Then she requested me to say it person. I admit, at first, it’s hard to talk, to say something. But I’m glad I was able to do it. Now, we’re starting a new, or refreshing rather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sunday, we went to San Michael and the Archangels parish to meet the fiancée of my cousin. And guess what? He’s a totally handsome guy!! My cousin was very lucky because she met a guy a like him. He’s a Canadian and we talked a little lot in the restaurant (nosebleed!! XD). Then, we went to gateway to watch twilight but the line in the Cinema was so very long that’s why we decided to come back the next day. Instead of watching, we tour around Gateway. I took a lot of pictures there. Before we left, we bought breads at Breadtalk and I ate so many!! Including French bread!!&lt;br /&gt;Monday, we finally watched Twilight!!! Oh, so hot Edward Cullen!! I was so focused on the movie that’s why I missed nothing!! Haha… I was so very happy that my parents granted my wish to watch Twilight!!&lt;br /&gt;After that was our periodical exam that’s why I buried myself in my books for one week and luckily, I survived! Whew!&lt;br /&gt;After one week of being in my studious type, we had our Christmas Party. Unlike the previous Christmas Party, that one was the most enjoyable one. Even though I didn’t get to join any games, I enjoyed watching my classmates play. They were so funny and good!! Then, after we ate our lunch was the exchange gifts. I picked Ate Cla and she was surprised when I mentioned her name. She didn’t have any idea that I picked her ‘cause I didn’t give any hint that I picked her. The one who picked me was my Tip. None other than Kim. And okay, I was a little bit surprised.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn’t expect much from him because he seems to be in his cold attitude before the periodical exam. Whenever I come to him he would ignore or stay away from me. And I, didn’t get his attitude and I got a little pissed too so I did and said nothing. But I am happy that even though I did nothing, I am sure that he’s not mad at me or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;After the Christmas party, we went to Tricia’s house. It was a sudden change of schedule, though. We were there from around 1 pm to 4:30 pm. We talked about UAA (what a nonsense topic!) but we enjoyed. We were all laughing. Tricia, thank you for that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;After that, we went to Trinoma and met Ate Aisha. I and Nikki were so nervous!! We don’t know how to talk to her in person!! She even treated us in Star Bucks yet we made her wait for almost 2 hours! But it’s nice seeing people in person. She was so nice and I like her. Don’t get me wrong, I’m nor a lesbian or something! I like her as a friend, that’s it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Before I went home, I bough DVDs of Yamato Nadeshiko and Shakugan no Shana!!! And I’m watching it right now…. So I think this is the time to temporarily bid you, guys, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye and Enjoy the Holiday Season!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;NOTE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;To all Red Lily Writers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;For Those who doesn’t have participation in the intramurals, you can make a write up as an alibi. Ms. Jay-o said it is counted as participation. And our PRESS I.D. we’ll going to make it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ate Aisha, thanks for the little time we shared and hope we can see each other again, definitely soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ate Cla and Nikki: I’m so sorry for not making it to the English Club Christmas Party. I had a conflict with my schedule. I express my deepest apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Nikki: our press I.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Alice: I’m sorry my greeting on your Birthday was delayed. We had our periodical exam on that week. Hope you understand and Happy Holidays!!! Love lots!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Emma: Thanks for visiting my blog!! Love lots!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ate Ning-ning and Kuya Dendron: I wish you all the best in your marriage!! Love lots!!!&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/6707451431125716895-2726447157867832439?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/2726447157867832439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=2726447157867832439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/2726447157867832439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/2726447157867832439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-and-bad.html' title='good and bad'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-4875817097329332649</id><published>2008-11-28T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:19:15.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of the Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hi guys…. It has been a good at the same time, depressed week for me. First, I and Pinky are now talking to each other again. We exchange letters containing our feelings and reactions about what had happened. At first, after giving the letter, I still ignored her because I don’t know how to start and how to approach her. I’m not good at stuffs like that. But we talked or chatted, rather in the Yahoo Messenger and that’s how our conflict ended. All questions have been answered and all clarifications were made in the YM itself. To the one who helped me: THANK YOU! You know who you are and I will owe you a lot! But still, after a problem has been solved, another one occurred. Remember Bill? Yeah, she’s now the problem. She said that she don’t want us to be friends anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I’ll tell you the story….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, when Pinky and I had still conflict, I was worrying about the news Bill and the other writer will make, including Sharm and Marianne’s news. I talked to Sharm and Marianne regarding the news of the Dance club competition. While Bill and the other writer will make the news for the Glee Club competition. Since Pinky and I were not talking to each other that time and Bill was always with her, I didn’t have the chance to talk to her too. I asked her partner if the permits were okay and she said “Si Bill sabi niya siya ung manghihingi ng permit kay Ms Paliza iniintay ko na nga lang eh kasi sabi niya siya daw.” So I just nodded knowing and hoping that everything was fine. Dismissal came and I asked again Bill’s partner and she answered “Wala pang binibigay si Bill.” I started to panic. Outside the classroom, I found Bill walking and I approached her. “Bill anong nangyari sa permit?” and she answered “Ayon, wala, sabi kasi ni Ms. Paliza isa lang daw pwedeng pumunta.” That’s the time my blood burnt up “Anong wala?” I nearly shouted. “e sabi kasi ni Ms. Paliza isa lang daw pupunta…” and I cut her off “sino nang pupunta?” “Wala na kasi dapat kaming dalawa eh isa lang daw pwede….” I was furious “Hindi ba kayo pwedeng mag decide kung sino sa inyong dalawa yung pupunta…!” and she answered again, “e dapat nga kaming dalawa eh…” and I said “Ano ba yan, minsan ko na nga lang kayo bigyan ng news di niyo pa magagawa…” and all she answered was “e kasi sabi eh…” And I left her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know I was rude. And I know that was nearly wrong. But that really gave me a headache. I mean—look; I gave her news to write because I know she can do it. Because I trusted her that she can do it. But look what happened? I was disappointed. So, let’s go back to the story…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I apologized to her, “uy, Bill sorry nasigawan kita nung Friday” and her reply? “Alyanna Halika may sasabihin ako sa iyo… sabi ng pamilya ko huwag na raw akong makipag- kaibigan sayo.” I froze. All I can manage to say is “I was offended.” In a joking manner but I was hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so very hurt by what she said. She created another hole in my heart, take note: hole not scar. I went home feeling blue and dizzy. The way she said those words, her voice.. I can’t erase it in my mind. It kept from repeating and repeating until I slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, Pinky and I started talking again. I was so very blest because I have a friend like her. She’s the first one to approach me and I was very happy. She really knows me. Lunch time came. That’s the time when Bill told me that she wants to break the friendship between us. That we have to treat each other normal but not as friends—best friends. I was reviewing for our religion quiz and all I can manage to say is “Pardon?’ then she repeated it without hesitating! And I said again “I’m sorry?” then she repeated it again then I said “Excuse me?” then she repeated it again. She’s very insensitive. Although she warned me that I might got offended well I really am! She made a big hole in my chest. I stared—glared at my notebook listening to her reasons. She said I was bossy, always furious, that I won’t take no for an answer, I always ignore her and I am not the Alyanna that she knew. She even read the letter for me. I managed to hold my tears until the bell rang. I immediately stood up and walked fast. In the classroom that’s the time I started to cry. I felt heavy feeling in my chest. Good thing I still was able to get a grip of myself and got a perfect score in our quiz after what she told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have imperfections too, who doesn’t have? But why can’t she see my good points? She also blamed me for what Pinky felt. Is it entirely my fault? Why everything was blamed on me? We already fought twice. First fight, she’s the one who ignored us, second one she lied to me (I erased my posts about that). And every time we fight, she always has something to test us. First, her story, second, the letter. And after that I find hard to trust her again. I tried billions of times to trust her again…. But it’s really hard. It seems that after the last fight, I never felt that she was a friend to me. And it totally ripped my heart. But I kept the pain, acting normal in every way as if nothing happened. I tried my very best to rebuild our friendship, to act as a best friend to her. But why can’t she see it? She’s depending on her family’s decision so much. Her last word was “Sabi kasi ng Family ko wag na raw kitang kaibiganin.” That’s it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents said the same way, the last time we fought. But I never told it to her or to anyone else. Because I know, I will only hurt her if she knew that. But she! She just said it as if I have no feelings at all! I am human! She said it continuously as if I don’t have anything to feel! She even asked if I had anything to say or what was my reaction. She didn’t care about me at all! She never did! I was so hurt, so hurt that my whole body can feel it. I want to shout, I want to let go of this feeling. But how can I? I can only express this kind of feeling here. And I didn’t tell it to my parents yet. I don’t like that my parent would be involved in my problems because it’s too much for them to know what my problems are. I don’t want them to say anything bad to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinky told me that it all depends on my reaction and Bill even cried after what she told me. Wednesday dismissal Bill talked to me but I ignored her. She said “Alyanna sorry,,, basta yun lang.” and what is that ‘yun lang’?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While writing this, while remembering all of had happened. I want to cry but I’m holding up my tears and sighed heavily. To keep the pain, to act as if nothing happen. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t accept it! I’m trying my best make me feel that I’m becoming a bestfriend to her again and then suddenly she’ll say those words…! I felt like God opened the heavens and said “I hate you Alyanna!” I felt like I was stabbed directly to my heart. It’s hard for me to breathe, hard. How I wish that was only a dream—a nightmare. And I wanted someone to slap my face to wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-4875817097329332649?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/4875817097329332649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=4875817097329332649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/4875817097329332649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/4875817097329332649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2008/11/end-of-beginning.html' title='The end of the Beginning'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-8630796347760310780</id><published>2008-11-23T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T01:38:06.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminescence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SSkkZ5QMgsI/AAAAAAAAABg/cvSa-qehqjM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271784866097955522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SSkkZ5QMgsI/AAAAAAAAABg/cvSa-qehqjM/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;That’s it. I really had a bad week. First I was a bit depressed because my schedule was not in order followed by the nerve-breaking quizzes our teachers gave us, thirdly, I cannot claim anymore my true grade in Filipino, I don’t have any proof and my teacher wants to see the proof, what can I show? All proofs were in her hands! Lastly, my friend and I had conflict with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not really conflict though, based on what I know and what her other friend told me, she felt being left out. Okay, I want to use codenames to keep the privacy. I will be Purple Ribbon (of coarse! What other name do I have?), my other friend was Claire and the friend whom we had a conflict was Pinky (Remember these are all codenames, okay). Remember the field trip, yeah, according to Bill (my other friend, a girl also: don’t ask why I named her Bill) Pinky felt she’s being left out. I and Claire were seatmates in the bus and Pinky got separated because the bus had seats by pairs so, do we have other choice? At first we were all having fun there ‘cause even thought Pinky was not our seatmate in the bus, she’s still with us when we watched wanders. In the Enchanted Kingdom, we got separated. Because I and Claire were in front of the bus we went off first. Due to the heat of the sunlight, we decided to go to EK first. In the EK, I and Claire were together while Bill and Pinky were the other party. Pinky felt that we left her. And since Bill was not our classmate, she’s not in the same bus with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday evening I chatted with Pinky and she said that she’s ‘nagtatampo’ and she didn’t want to tell the reason why. I don’t like to force her so I just said okay. Monday came and it just went normal, I didn’t see changes in Pinky. But Bill told us that we were the only ones who didn’t notice Pinky’s sadness last Monday. Wednesday, she started to ignore us. At first I was playing something in my mind. I thought Pinky found out something that disappointed her but all our guesses were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was pissed because we (I and Clare) were guessing what was really the problem. We’re analyzing things if we had done something wrong but we can’t think of something that would upset her. We were worried and anxious about Pinky’s action. We jumped into many conclusions. Secondly, it seems that the whole world knew the problem except us. One of my friends told me “Uy para kayong my bata, si Bill sabi nag-away daw kayo ni Pinky, yung sa field trip daw.” See? How come others knew the problem while we, the ones who were involved kept on guessing what was really the problem? Honestly, I felt annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t blame Pinky on what she felt, on how she looked up things, because I, myself, felt that way, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were in second year, I was always the one who was left out of the group. At first I thought, it was okay because I had so many stuffs to do and I don’t have the same clubs with them. They were part of the Media Watcher’s club back then, while I was part of the English Club. I thought I was the one having problems. But then, there comes the time that I can’t stand being left out anymore! I can’t share my problems with them anymore because they were always together and they (Claire and Pinky) were the ones who were always talking. I always ended up being alone in the playground back then. I always cry alone. I felt that I had no friends—best friends at all. And you know what? The only one who comforted me back then was Crest. Whenever he found in the playground all alone, he always went to me and we talked, and i also thought that even though Crest was not a bestfriend, he made me feel that he cares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But still, I had this out of place feeling. They even had some kind of friendship shake hands and they also had topics which I don’t know but I just kept quiet and let time heal the wound in my heart. And luckily, I survived. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I did that? It was simply because I don’t want to ruin our friendship. I thought that this kind of reason, of being left out and everything were very simple to be the source of fight. I don’t want and I don’t like that our friendship would end by just a simple matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, this matter is now the source of conflict. I don’t know what to do… I don’t know how to take it… I’m really depressed and sad… this problem was creating a scar in my heart… and I guess if this kind of pace keep up… they’ll be another wound in my heart.&lt;br /&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/6707451431125716895-8630796347760310780?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/8630796347760310780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=8630796347760310780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/8630796347760310780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/8630796347760310780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2008/11/thats-it.html' title='Reminescence'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SSkkZ5QMgsI/AAAAAAAAABg/cvSa-qehqjM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-7902094175825612781</id><published>2008-11-17T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T02:26:37.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay… Let’s start this conversation from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My birthday finally came. Last November 12, I officially became 15-YEAR-OLD GAL. I’m old!!! I was greeted by my classmates and friends and relatives and everyone who knew my birthday. The first one who greeted me was Janeene, one of my classmates. Then, before I went home, I prayed at the Sto. Domingo church and thanked God for the 15 years he had given me. At home, my parents prepared a simple, yet happy party for me which I really appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The next day was the ISSUANCE OF CARDS. I was so nervous because I thought I would get a grade lower than 85 but still, God is so good! Before that, a very annoying thing happened. I was about to return the calculator which E.G. borrowed to Tricia. When we (I and Nicole) went to the door, we saw Tricia crying with bunch of girls around her. When I entered the room Tricia said “Ewan ko sa inyo, bullshit kasi yang kaibigan niyo..” I was shocked, and then the girls shouted in unison “Bullshit ka din!” see how wild the regulars are? I cannot resist anymore that’s why I pulled Tricia out that wild forest. I didn’t have the chance to comfort and interview her much ‘cause my parents are nagging me to go out already because they have some other stuffs to do. At home, I finally saw my grade and I was shocked. Why? My Filipino grade! It decreased one point!! And I can’t believe it! I should excel. I was so shocked until mom said “Tanungin mo na lang yan sa Teacher mo sa Monday.” I will, definitely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The next day was our Field Trip, first stop: we went to PAGCOR to watch WANDERS and the show? It was really as in so very super-duper a WOW! After that we had our lunch on the bus and went to Enchanted Kingdom. I rode many rides and I got really wet in the Rio Grande thing!! And I was teased by our P.E. teacher! Grr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After the Field trip I, together with some other selected pupils immediately went to La Salle to have our Leadership Seminar. At first we were excited because it’s an overnight seminar but then, when we arrived and saw our schedule! We were all shocked and really frustrated. It was an OVERNIGHT! No SLEEPING!!! We were tired from the Field trip then we won’t sleep?!! Unbelievable!! But we got a grip of ourselves and thought that we had to enjoy…. And we did…. Somehow. The most enjoyable thing there was there were bands like Imago, Sandwich and Itchy worms that performed. We also talked about the never ending corruption that was happening in our government and one important saying was “Hindi kayo ang pag-asa ng bayan… Kayo ang bayan!” then I suddenly got nervous, every meeting/ sharing the leaders are getting our cellphone numbers and email addresses. Were they really serious about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Although it was a tiring week for me, I still enjoyed it. I really love adventures and I love meeting new people and gaining new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To all who greeted me, THANK YOU! I really appreciate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-7902094175825612781?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/7902094175825612781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=7902094175825612781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/7902094175825612781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/7902094175825612781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-god.html' title='thank God'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-2438974027355553128</id><published>2008-11-08T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T01:56:21.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and  I was called</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a long time since I logged in here in blog… so here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday, November 05, 2008, I went home alone in Batasan. And I’m soooooo proud of myself. I got the tricycle then I walked to the overpass and I took the bus. Yes I rode the bus myself!! That was one of my greatest achievements!!! At first I thought I would get lost, but then!!! God is soooo good that I went home safe and sound!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My BIRTHDAY is finally coming!!! November 12. yehey!!!!! I’m soooo excited!! My parents are planning to have a simple party and guess who’s my guest of honor? It is none other than my godfather (ninong) whom I’ve missed soooo much. I can’t wait to see him again! Of all my godfathers, he was the closest to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, November 06, 2008, we had our English club meeting and I was so very thirsty because I kept on talking. I was the spokesperson of Ate Cla (she’s our English club President). I took the bus again; I paid 20.00 for that ride! But last Wednesday, I only paid 18.00. Why some people have to cheat students like me? I was tired and I wanted to sit down. Luckily, a gentleman who was going down stood up and said to me, "Iha, dito ka na." and guess what? He’s cute and cool! How I wish all boys are like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday, November 07, 2008, I was a little late in school because of my ate! Grr. She’s so slow! When I was in school, the first thing I did was to finish my assignment in math. Then we had a mass, after that our Filipino classes followed. When it was already the second period, I was called by Mrs. Natividad, my assigned teacher to collect the letters of the 4 NHS which means, in my period, we have nothing to do. *sigh*. Then we had our lunch, after that I went to the physics lab to put my things there and immediately went to room 404 I think (Oh, I forgot to tell you, it was mentors day). At first I let them had their free time but when I saw Kuya Paolo making rounds, I immediately shouted at them to get their attention. I said "Guys, balik kayo sa proper places niyo, may nag ro-rounds, baka pagalitan tayo." Then, we had an activity just for fun. A few minutes before the bell rang, one of the Sisters called me and asked who the mentor of Ms. Paliza was and I said it was Kim Morales of 3N. Then, when the bell rang, I went down to see the post of mentors and I realized how dumb I was. I said to sister that Kim was the mentor of Ms. Paliza but then, he wasn’t! It was Grace Pammitan! I went to 3n class (the class where I belong), called Kim and apologized to him. Then, when we were walking (I, Kristine and Grace) we saw Kuya Roy eating turon and I get one. Then I saw ate Kat in the physics lab eating turon and I, being so PG because I was so hungry, got one of her turon, too. Then when I saw the 2nd year eating turon, I said "wow, penge" see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was eating turon outside the physics lab, we (I and Kristine) saw kuya Paolo and Kuya Gatchi running. At first we’re not paying attention to them but when we heard kuya Paolo shouted at ate Isabella (one of the mentors) we were somewhat bamboozled. Then Kuya Paolo walked towards us and said with an expressionless voice "Alyanna, ikaw muna doon." And without any second thought, I followed him and Kristine accompanied me. That was the first time I saw Kuya Paolo got angry. I was shocked! When I entered the Viewing room, I asked them "what is the lesson?" they answered "laboratory po…" and I asked again "Science?" "English po… Speech lab." "Sinong teacher?" " Si Ms. Cy po.." then I started explaining each rule even if I don’t have any idea about what was that rule all about. When I read rule number 7 I was confused because there was a word ‘cubicle’ so I asked them "what is a cubicle, may c.r. ba sa speech lab?" and again I was dumb. "Un po ung place mo sa speech lab, cubicle po ung tawag dun." One the girls said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Kristine told me to accompany her to her nest class and so I did. At first I was just silent, seating around at the corner, but when I sensed that Kristine can’t handle anymore the class, I helped her. I stood up and said "Mahiya naman kayo kay Kristine. Lalong-lalo na ung mga boys, ang kapal niyo naman." Then at last, the long awaited silence followed. While Kristine was explaining, we heard a shutter sound, meaning someone was using his/her camera while having classes. Kristine and I said "kanino yun?" then we saw a boy keeping his cellphone. We walked towards him and confiscated it. And you know what’s reason he said? "Ate I no-off ko lang po eh." And I said, "okay, turn it off and give it to me.. Give it to me." When the time he gave it to me, I surrendered it immediately to Kuya Paolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dismissal came and the boy comes to us to get his cellphone, he was crying. I looked for kuya Paolo and said "kuya… halika po sandali..." then he said "bakit?" then I answered back " Sandali lang daw po.." then he ORDERED me "Halika…" and without any hesitation, I walked towards him. I was so scared! I think he was pissed and still in a bad mood that time, so I didn’t insist anymore. Ahhhhhhhh! I don’t like him anymore!!! He’s not my crush anymore!! Even though his dimples were there when he’s commanding me, still he was mad! And he’s scaryyyyy! What a tiring day I had (and troublesome)!&lt;br /&gt;Wait, before I leave, November 12, don’t forget!!&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/6707451431125716895-2438974027355553128?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/2438974027355553128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=2438974027355553128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/2438974027355553128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/2438974027355553128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-i-was-called.html' title='and  I was called'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-7264087672888643234</id><published>2008-10-29T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T01:36:03.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hello! It’s already our sem break and it’s the only time, yeah the only time to write my experiences.Last Saturday, I, Nikki, Peter went to ate Cla’s house for our investigatory project. At first I and Ate Cla agreed that she will meet us at the Walter Mart at 11:30 am but then, Janeene texted her saying that she can’t help us in our investigatory project. That all caused the problem. Since Janeene won’t be going anymore we adjusted again the time and asked ate Cla to text Nikki and Peter that the time had moved a little bit earlier, instead of 11:30, we decided to make it 10:00 so that we can finish early. Nikki texted and requested to change our meeting place. Instead of Jollibe Siena, we again decide that we will meet at Jollibee Munoz which I don’t know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I looked at the clock and it’s 10 minutes before 10. I hurriedly went outside, locked and checked the door before I left. Like what Nikki’s mom instructed, I rode the jeep going to project 8. When I noticed that I don’t know where I am, I started panicking. Knowing that I have bad sense of direction, once I saw the Munoz market, I went down. I walked and walked and walked and walked until I saw a guard wearing sunglasses even if it is raining. I hesitated and searched for a better person to ask. When I seared for that better person, I realized that I was surrounded by beggars lying on the ground. I was so scared! Having no choice, I finally asked the guard. "Kuya, saan po dito yung Jollibee Munoz?" " Dalawa kasi ung Jollibe dito iha, eh. Isa dito"—then he pointed the Jollibe under the overpass, --"ayon naman ung isa."—then he pointed the Jollibee to the left where I have to cross the deadly road where cars are as fast as lighning. "hala!" I said. "Asan kaya sa dalawang Jollibee si Nicole?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I started walking back and fort. Then I finally decided to try going to the Jollibee under the overpass. I was so very nervous that I can feel my heart beating so hard that it wanted to get out of my chest. When I reached the door of the Jollibee, I saw Nicole’s bag and felt very relieved at that moment. I went to Nicole and told everything… I felt tired just thinking where to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;After long hours of waiting for Peter, we finally headed off to ate Cla’s house. Peter, acting as a "gentleman"-like, paid our fare, yes, OUR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So the plan for investigatory project started and ended up watching movies. Yea, we did our investigatory project but I can say that we had more time watching DVD Movies than doing our main business. Well, that’s what a teen does right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When I went back home, I found everyone in bedlam. They are all packing our things up to transfer it to our new house in Batasan which is far, so far from Siena. I helped a little bit and had no time to read the NEW MOON book I borrowed from Nicole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sunday--- October 26, 2008--- we as a family officially transfered in Batasan. Now that I am here in Batasan, some of my habits will change. Especially my bedtime habit. When we got there, they started fixing our things up. I didn’t bother to help them, yeah, that’s how lazy I am. I just arranged my own things and forget about them. That’s what we call, selfishness and I am aware of my selfish side. But can I help it?Until now, they’re---we are still arranging things in our new home and my dad! Yeah my dad is so really annoying! He’s getting into my nerves!!! He’s such a storyteller!!! But I can’t deny that I love him for that, he’s making me somewhat happy about his WEIRD stories.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-7264087672888643234?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/7264087672888643234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=7264087672888643234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/7264087672888643234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/7264087672888643234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-its-already-our-sem-break-and-its_29.html' title=''/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-5283043787063190022</id><published>2008-10-29T01:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T01:06:41.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-5283043787063190022?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/5283043787063190022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=5283043787063190022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/5283043787063190022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/5283043787063190022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-2746677859719287410</id><published>2008-10-29T01:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T01:06:36.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-2746677859719287410?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/2746677859719287410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=2746677859719287410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/2746677859719287410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/2746677859719287410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-4472747085509519055</id><published>2008-10-09T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T04:57:29.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oooooh, It's been a long time since I posted here... I missed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's sharing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0h,,, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1st good news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;alice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;saw my blog!! Remember the exchange students? My partner?Yeah!!! She finally posted in the cbox! I missed her already, you're wondering why? It is simply because we have the same interests and it's my 5th time taking to a foreigner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: Alice if you're reading this, I miss you too! And I hope we can see each other SOON... and don't be sad, we can still have our communication... through this or maybe, we can e-mail eahc other? right? Love yah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;2nd,, I'm a mentor and at last, I'm an english metor, the subjetct I've been craving for!! Yehey!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd,, My articles are edited!!! And all of them are included!!! Yipeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,, tomorrow, we'll going to be the sponsor in the Novena. Meaning, we won't have morning classes!!! Yipee!!!!!&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/6707451431125716895-4472747085509519055?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/4472747085509519055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=4472747085509519055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/4472747085509519055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/4472747085509519055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-day.html' title='happy day!!!'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-1439843663179440938</id><published>2008-09-24T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T04:22:46.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision always comes first before regret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SNoaK5ImiSI/AAAAAAAAABY/-8fA-WjivFQ/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249537090091649314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" height="286" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SNoaK5ImiSI/AAAAAAAAABY/-8fA-WjivFQ/s320/4.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Once again, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I let an oppurtunity pass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I was about to have the second screening in cheering but you see, I didn't. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; want to have that second screening but I left it because I'm scared, I' m shy. A huge feeling engulfed my whole body. I felt butterflies in my stomach. As if I am no good to these dancing stuff. I am &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as usual as myself. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I felt a different, a really different Purple Ribbon inside my body. And I regret it so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Up to this moment, I'm still regretting it and I will never forget this. I and my other friend really &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; regret not attending the second screening. And since I didn't took that second screening, I will have to think again what event will I fit in. What event will I surely be in. I have to try my best in every ways!! I have to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Anyways, looking at the brighter side, let's forget about that second screening. Tomorrow, some students from Australia will be coming to our school. As far as I know, they are exchange students from another Dominican school (yeah, I'm studying in a Dominican school) which will stay here in the Philippines for almost 2 weeks. And I am one of the chosen "Guardian Angel" who will accompany them while they're here in the Philippines. We will meet them tommorow 6:o0 pm in our school's lobby for a little welcoming party just for them to feel at home. Ms. Alice Vial, that's the name of the Australian whom I'll accompany tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;And I'm sooooo Excited!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Okay, that's all for now, I have bunch of stuff waiting in the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Purple Ribbon taking off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-1439843663179440938?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/1439843663179440938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=1439843663179440938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/1439843663179440938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/1439843663179440938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2008/09/once-again-i-let-oppurtunity-pass-i-was.html' title='Decision always comes first before regret'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SNoaK5ImiSI/AAAAAAAAABY/-8fA-WjivFQ/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-8058611331590636269</id><published>2008-09-17T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T03:47:46.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I feel &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lonely today, even though smile was seen on my face, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deep inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I'm depressed. I don't know why, I think it's just because I&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;failed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in our &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chemistry Quiz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yesterday and it's my first time so, it's hard for me to accept. I did study and my techer even reviewed me, but still I failed! Ugh!!! And because of that I thought I wouldn't be in the honor anymore ths second quarter. I did my best, and I'm still doing my best! But  still, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;it's not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I'm totally depressed. Wish I could be like&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in terms of Academics. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My pessimistic side is eating me up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sigh*&lt;/em&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/6707451431125716895-8058611331590636269?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/8058611331590636269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=8058611331590636269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/8058611331590636269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/8058611331590636269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-feel-so-lonely-today-even-though.html' title=''/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-882256894837181965</id><published>2008-09-13T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:36:44.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;First, I was very happy going to the Mall Of Asia with my friends to buy some books in the bookfair, but then, all the happy feelings I felt... turned into Anger... I hate him so much!!! He said I'm lazy, worthless and everything!!! He badmouthed me and even slapped me when I said my feelings!!! He's so unfair!!! I hate him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even though he ruined my day, there's always tommorow.... And now as i'm writing here in Blogger, i'm also chatting to my newly added friend, Ate Aisha. She was a chatmate of my bestfriend and I said I want to know her, so my bestfriend gave me her YM and I added her.. And here we are now chatting.. Safe and sound!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy to meet and make new friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-882256894837181965?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/882256894837181965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=882256894837181965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/882256894837181965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/882256894837181965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-i-was-very-happy-going-to-mall-of.html' title=''/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-5889478796636040024</id><published>2008-09-11T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T04:08:08.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;So hyper today!!!! I knew it!!! I knew it!!! I will not be accepted in the cheering!!! But still, i'm hyper! I don't want to be affected my by pessimistic side!!! I have to cheer myself!!! Go Purple Ribbon!! Go! Go! Go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I know I'm crazy!!!! Yeah, really crazy!!!! Hope we can have the internet  again so I can blog again daily!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Many things happened.. I'll just share it if I have plenty of time... I'll have to do my homeworks for tomorrow!!!  LOADING..... Gotta GO!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-5889478796636040024?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/5889478796636040024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=5889478796636040024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/5889478796636040024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/5889478796636040024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-hyper-today-i-knew-it-i-knew-it-i.html' title=''/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-5224584256610798502</id><published>2008-08-29T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T04:41:48.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Relieved.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;IRONY!!!! &lt;/span&gt;It's really an irony!!! Today, was the distribution of cards. Yeah the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;DISTRIBUTION OF CARDS&lt;/span&gt;. And I didn't expect that my grades are, you know... So far I got &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;85% &lt;/span&gt;as my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;lowest grade &lt;/span&gt;and the others? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;SAFE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Super! I thought my grades are low but then! I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;3 line of 9!&lt;/span&gt; I don't expect this. When I got my card I just like "Huh? is this my grade?" I asked myself. My heart's pounding very fast 'cause I'm not expecting this! My grades are... &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pleasing to the eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I should keep going to the top! I &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;need &lt;/span&gt;to keep going. I will be in the honor roll if my grades will continue to its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;flying state&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah! i can do it!!! I will do it!!! And I love my teachers sooo much!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The pace is on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;hand.. HAHA! I'm satisfied with my grades &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;for now&lt;/span&gt;. But later on.. I won't be satisfied  anymore. Why?  Because I should do something to make it higher. But for now, it's okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, you're wondering why I said irony? It's just because I thought, yeah I thought I have a grade that is lower than 85. But thank God, there isn't any. For example, I expect my english grade to be 89% only, but I got--% , I though my history would be 86% only but I got --%. see? I love it! SO many surprises!&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/6707451431125716895-5224584256610798502?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/5224584256610798502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=5224584256610798502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/5224584256610798502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/5224584256610798502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2008/08/irony-its-really-irony-today-was.html' title='I am Relieved.'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-3742909407445435402</id><published>2008-08-24T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:43:21.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I've been posting here in blogger for almost a month but I haven't shared any of my interests and hobbies. And now here's a treat.. I'll share one of my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; anime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SLFw1dkvVAI/AAAAAAAAABI/F2TKFdCMhX0/s1600-h/karupin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SLFw1dkvVAI/AAAAAAAAABI/F2TKFdCMhX0/s320/karupin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238091905382700034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the guy up there looks familiar? Yes, He is none other than "The Prince of tennis", Ryoma Echizen. He's one of my favorite Anime character. He has the brains, the looks, and the guts to conquer all his opponents. I love him very much when he's making the "cool act". I mean when he says he doesn't care but inside, he do. His character is also different among his teammates.&lt;br /&gt;He is also the stubborn son of a tennis prodigy. I am totally addicted to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;My Prince of Tennis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Name: Echizen Ryoma&lt;br /&gt;Year: 1st year High School&lt;br /&gt;Blood Type : O&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: December 24&lt;br /&gt;Hand : Left and right&lt;br /&gt;Playing Style: All rounder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SLFzDOl10cI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CFacDGMOlZI/s1600-h/6c9837bb5051c703f0b8d86bdc734593.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SLFzDOl10cI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CFacDGMOlZI/s320/6c9837bb5051c703f0b8d86bdc734593.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238094340902212034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;If you are a fan of Ryoma, you definately who this pretty girl is. She's one of Ryoma's admirer. But Ryoma, seemed not to care about her, well. maybe a little. I am a&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ryosaku &lt;/span&gt;fan and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; the two of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Well, I'm sorry if i don't have any info about Sakuno. All I know is her birthday, January 14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-3742909407445435402?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/3742909407445435402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=3742909407445435402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/3742909407445435402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/3742909407445435402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-been-posting-here-in-blogger-for.html' title='My Prince'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SLFw1dkvVAI/AAAAAAAAABI/F2TKFdCMhX0/s72-c/karupin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-5714406737061043578</id><published>2008-08-24T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:01:35.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SLFoWGlgDPI/AAAAAAAAABA/6w03JZBkTaY/s1600-h/Book_-_Diddl_-_Friendship_-_German_Text_-_1355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SLFoWGlgDPI/AAAAAAAAABA/6w03JZBkTaY/s320/Book_-_Diddl_-_Friendship_-_German_Text_-_1355.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238082570542910706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's over. It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Over. At last me and friend (remember the fight), yeah, my&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; bestfriend &lt;/span&gt;and I finally opened another door to each other. We both decided to begin a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; chapter of our friendship. Leaving all the sad memories and those, I admit, I made a big, stupid &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;mistake&lt;/span&gt; when I called her a betrayer. I am wrong, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;totally &lt;/span&gt;wrong. I was carried away with my emotions too much that I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; consider her feelings. Well, I do consider her feelings but that's at the end, a little&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; late &lt;/span&gt;but at least, it was fixed before the time's up. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; swallowed my pride. I said words that I don't usually say. But its worth &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;, our friendship, our feelings and our &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;forgiveness&lt;/span&gt; to each  other.  and now I'm so happy and finally we can go back now to normal. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;No more awkward feelings, no more ignoring states, no more secrets, and no more lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;In this fight, I cried, I got angry, I became a miser, I became a chaotic gal, I got carried away by my stupid emotions that has been piled up and I blamed everything to her, I became selfish and arrogant, I became a prideful person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But you know, If this fight never happen, I will not know what she really feels. That she's totally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;jealous&lt;/span&gt; because I and UAA are always talking to each other. If this fight never happen, she wouldn't express her feelings anymore because she's afraid that I might get angry or took it the wrong way. When she told me about this, my ears turns red meaning I don't like what she said. But at the same time, I realized that even though she said that, I myself knew from the beginning that will never happen. Never. Like I said before, Crest is &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; Crest, he's &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; Cresent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I also promised to myself that from now on, I will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;lessen&lt;/span&gt; my... umm.. stubbornness? Yeah, I think so.  I also promised to myself that I won't get angry  anymore to my friends as possible. I'll try my best. Good Luck To me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, sorry for my sudden explosion. Just got carried away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deleted my 3 post containing my feelings during that fight. It's all nothing but a trash full of sad memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-5714406737061043578?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/5714406737061043578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=5714406737061043578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/5714406737061043578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/5714406737061043578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s Over'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SLFoWGlgDPI/AAAAAAAAABA/6w03JZBkTaY/s72-c/Book_-_Diddl_-_Friendship_-_German_Text_-_1355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-6559716088147785779</id><published>2008-08-05T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T00:53:46.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little things matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;   At first, I thought it was just my&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; imagination&lt;/span&gt;, but then,  a while ago I proved that this isn't just an imagination! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"the"&lt;/span&gt; is really a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"PAPANSIN"&lt;/span&gt; Why I said that? 'cause when I was in school, me and my RT mates are having fun. We are surveying who is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;prettiest gir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;l &lt;/span&gt;and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;most handsome and cutest guy&lt;/span&gt; in the class of 3N. When I'm asking one of my classmates and he glance at  him I said "It's "the"?" and I think he heard me and he knew that his codename is "the". so he said "Weh *----* what's that?" I'm not even talking to him! and I said "Nothing, We're just having fun." but he kept on taunting me saying "weh wala na *----*" then I got pissed so I said "Weh *----* pam pam" get my point?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Another thing, "the" and his friend who dumped him some while ago are now getting  close to each other and they're creating a scene in the classroom. And I am so irritated! Why? their column is not yet ready! and It will be passed by tomorrow! And my moderator said that whoever did not submit his/her assigned articles in time will be out of the club, it doesn't really bother me though, what bothers me is that the articles assigned to them will be passed down to me! It means I will be doing their work which is unfair in my part. See?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    Oh, and one more thing I can't update my blog within  a week I think? Cause it's our&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; periodical exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    Don't get me wrong by saying I am irritated to them. I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; irritated cause they're creating a scene&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; I'm irritated cause they're too late to collect problems for their column and I will be the one who will be punish and you know what will happen. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    SEE YOU AFTER A WEEK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-6559716088147785779?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/6559716088147785779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=6559716088147785779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/6559716088147785779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/6559716088147785779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2008/08/at-first-i-thought-it-was-just-my.html' title='Little things matter'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-6007070682306481240</id><published>2008-08-03T06:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T00:50:48.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I am so busy today!! Yeah, I didn't post yesterday... It's just that our computer's not functioning well,(it's not really the computer though).  I just went to my friend's house and watched Sydney White and Cutting Edge 3 for our movie review.  Satisfied?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Okay... Let's go to today's agenda... ME even though am only in the house... was very busy!!! and my sisters kept on buzzing me!!! I'm really irritated!!! At first I' m doing my religion homework then I ended up typing my reviewer in T.L.E.  I'm really as in super-duper busy!!! I didn't even notice the time. I started up at 1 and then when I look at the clock it's aready past 5! I'm really tired!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-6007070682306481240?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/6007070682306481240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=6007070682306481240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/6007070682306481240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/6007070682306481240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2008/08/rest-please.html' title='Rest please!'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-2091221395794825224</id><published>2008-08-01T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T22:25:13.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Cutie!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    LET'S START! Today, is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;mentors day&lt;/span&gt;! And I had much fun! even if I only taught &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; section, I still feel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;satisfied&lt;/span&gt; in what I've done. I was assigned to teach&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;5th yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; (yeah, our school had a fifth year, only for the night high school students). And you know what? Even though I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;2 years younger&lt;/span&gt; than them, they call me &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"ATE" &lt;/span&gt;can you believe that! I am the one who supposed to call them that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    At first the schedules are blurred! One of the teacher said classes starts at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;12:50&lt;/span&gt; but my assigned teacher said that I have to meet my assigned class by &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;11:50&lt;/span&gt;... I don't know who I will follow! But still, I taught by 11:50. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    My topic is all about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;bandaging&lt;/span&gt;(I told you about this before right?) and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;reflexology&lt;/span&gt;.  When the time that I needwd a volunteer to help me illustrate the bandaging, I said &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"I want the cutest and the most handsome guy in this class."&lt;/span&gt; and hoosh! All of them pinpointed the same person. They really know who's the cutest 'cause the one they pinpointed is really cute!! He's tall, handsome, gentleman with a white complexion and he's exceptionally smart! Then, when I finish discussing bandaging,  I discussed slings, and when I needed again a volunteer I said &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;" I want the second to the cutest guy in this class! &lt;/span&gt;And huala! He's also cute! the funny thing is, some time ago he used a sling 'cause his arm was fractured which I didn't know and he said it brings back memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    I really had a nice time teaching in the 5th year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    Then, when I was on the physics lab, boredom passed by. I kept taunting our president(who is one of my crush) asking questions about something. and I even asked If seat ins are allowed, which is of course,,, forbidden And you know what? he never got irritated! He's so cool! That's why i like him!! He talked to me very nicely and always smile at me with his cute dimples on his face!!! I really like him!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    is it a long run? Well, many things just happened today that i wanted to share!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-2091221395794825224?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/2091221395794825224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=2091221395794825224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/2091221395794825224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/2091221395794825224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2008/08/lets-start-today-is-mentors-day-and-i.html' title='Love Cutie!!'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-7635048481187583426</id><published>2008-07-31T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T06:03:00.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CRESENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;  Okay... tomorrow is the induction mass and the mentors day! I'm a mentor!!! I'll be teaching health tomorrow. About the bandage I think? yeah.... Oh yeah I forgot1 We'll going to have a debate!! And I'm one of the leader(of course)! I'm so excited!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;        I miss my CRESENT so much!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-7635048481187583426?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/7635048481187583426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=7635048481187583426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/7635048481187583426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/7635048481187583426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2008/07/cresent.html' title='CRESENT'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-5006888333494608109</id><published>2008-07-30T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T00:41:36.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the World of Journalism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    We had our &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;seminar &lt;/span&gt;with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;college students&lt;/span&gt;. I together with the other staff of the school magazine went to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;St.Dominic Hall&lt;/span&gt; to attend the seminar. At first I was shocked! Why? Cause I talked to my moderator yesterday and she said nothing about it. It really surprised me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     We talked about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Journalism and its laws&lt;/span&gt;. Well, it's really helpful for us student who wants to write poems and stories and conscious about our environment. The speaker gave us some advice and taught us how to interview properly a person whom you wanted to interview. Well, our speaker is kinda &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;super-duper nice&lt;/span&gt;. I had fun listening to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But still, I am not yet finish with my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDITORIAL and My profile!&lt;/span&gt; Oh man! I still had to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And one more thing! My &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom's&lt;/span&gt; so sweet. She bought me a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;pack of Kisses&lt;/span&gt; cause she irritated me this morning and she thought I was angry. You know what? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I' m so happy&lt;/span&gt;, mom really loves me. She really care for me and to what I feel. I love my parents so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Oh I forgot! An embarrassing moment! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I sang &lt;/span&gt;the *----* Hymn a while ago with a mic! Man I'm always taking the risks! It's just that the editor-in-chief of the college department asked who likes to sing and I said I love singing and so I sing! But then, I'm happy 'cause now I know that I am a&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; somebody&lt;/span&gt; who needs everyone's help in the near future.&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/6707451431125716895-5006888333494608109?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/5006888333494608109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=5006888333494608109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/5006888333494608109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/5006888333494608109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-had-our-seminar-with-college.html' title='A day in the World of Journalism'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-2488626876267925111</id><published>2008-07-29T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T00:37:54.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you want things to be done, do it yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I submitted my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;EDITORIAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; to my Moderator. I had many mistakes but then, I wasn't scolded. Instead, she helped me improve my editorial and I'm revising it now. Well, mistakes are really part of life. We can do nothing about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    Another thing, one of my friend was absent! I  am talking to her yesterday over the phone! But then, she's absent. I don't know what happened to her. Also, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not in the mood&lt;/span&gt; when I was having my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;science&lt;/span&gt; class. I'm thinking about something when our teacher called me. And you know what? I was just like "Yes Sir?" and stared at him blankly. I don't know what to say 'cause I'm not really paying attention that time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    But then,  I'll make sure that soon enough before the periodical exam, I  can understand all the lessons that he discussed. That's what I promise to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    Everything starts with yourself- with you making up your mind about what you're going to do with your life. I tell kids that it's a cruel world, and that the world will bend them either left or right, and it's up to them to decide which way to bend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Tony Dorsett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-2488626876267925111?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/2488626876267925111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=2488626876267925111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/2488626876267925111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/2488626876267925111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-submitted-my-editorial-to-my.html' title='If you want things to be done, do it yourself'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-1161800787561705501</id><published>2008-07-28T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T00:36:31.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Okay... Nothing special happened today... oh, I forgot! Today is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;SONA&lt;/span&gt; of our &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pres. Arroyo&lt;/span&gt;. I do watch but I don't feel like watching it the whole time, so I didn't finish it. And another thing!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; NO CLASSES!!!&lt;/span&gt; well, I'm not really happy though. I got bored here in the house. And I have nothing else to do. I just stared in the computer. watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;shugo chara&lt;/span&gt;... oh yeah!! My friend told me that I should watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;episode 33 &lt;/span&gt;and so do I !! And you know what?! It's so beautiful! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAN'T HELP FALLING IN LOVE!!&lt;/span&gt; and I created a poem out of that episode!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-1161800787561705501?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/1161800787561705501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=1161800787561705501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/1161800787561705501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/1161800787561705501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2008/07/okay.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-5034720225359883517</id><published>2008-07-27T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T00:35:45.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time's running out---tic tac</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;      Waah! It's so hard! I'm telling you, it's like crazy being the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;editor-in-chief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; I started doing articles which I think are.... worthless? I was totally bamboozled by my work! And my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;EDITORIAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; It's really hard to think! As of now, I only have&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 2 poems&lt;/span&gt;! And my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;movie review!&lt;/span&gt; My! What am I gonna do!?...Okay... I need to calm down... Sorry.... I got crazy for a second. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;                  In think I really need some time to think on how to handle my time. Especially, I'm running to be an honor student this year. Wait... didn't I tell you that the average that I have to achieve to be in the honors' list is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;at least 90%?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;!?&lt;/span&gt; So I really need to study. I really have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;                  But I don't want to be a studious type. I don't want to study and study and study and study!!! But I guess this can't be helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-5034720225359883517?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/5034720225359883517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=5034720225359883517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/5034720225359883517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/5034720225359883517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2008/07/too-much-resposibility.html' title='Time&apos;s running out---tic tac'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-720198783007129145</id><published>2008-07-26T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T00:34:10.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound of Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;        &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;My! My fingers won't move! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm so nervous&lt;/span&gt;! It's my&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; 1st lesson in Piano&lt;/span&gt;. Well, 2 years ago... I had my Piano lessons, but then, due to some unavoidable circumstances, I stopped. But I'm continuing it anyway, so no need to recall the past. Erase...erase.... Well, as you can see, I love piano! The first time I heard someone played the piano, I was amazed 'cause I never knew that a piano could make such a sound! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;        Well, I know I will be very busy 'cause the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st periodical exam &lt;/span&gt;is coming. But I can't help it! I want to learn how to play piano... wait... I do know how to play piano! I want to improve my piano skills. And I know, even though I'm a beginner... no...I'm not a beginner! I am taking up John Thomson book 3 so I'm not a beginner...an amateur? yeah, something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;       I know that someday.... I can play famous pieces just like a true pianist. I just have to believe in myself. I know I can do this! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; "Achievement is not always success, while reputed failure often is. It is honest endeavor, persistent effort to do the best possible under any and all circumstances"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                                                        - Orison Swett Marden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707451431125716895-720198783007129145?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/720198783007129145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=720198783007129145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/720198783007129145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/720198783007129145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2008/07/sound-of-music_26.html' title='The Sound of Music'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707451431125716895.post-8985222905358489967</id><published>2008-07-25T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T00:31:45.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY SECRET ADMIRER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; My friend and I are talking when a friend of ours told me that there is this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"someone"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;who wanted to talk to me. But then, he's shy to approach me that's why instead of talking to me directly, he talked to one of my friend and my friend forwarded his message to me. At first, I was confused and... okay... a little..flattered? I don't know, My heart just leaped when I heard it. I'm happy in some ways. Knowing that there's someone who's thinking of me.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;        I called my friend to know who really is this guy. And you know what? This guy is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;*toot* *toot*&lt;/span&gt;. And he wants to know if I'm angry with him. Well, I do know him by name. But I never talk to him. Kinda weird, right?&lt;/span&gt;&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/6707451431125716895-8985222905358489967?l=rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/feeds/8985222905358489967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6707451431125716895&amp;postID=8985222905358489967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/8985222905358489967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707451431125716895/posts/default/8985222905358489967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabbitantbeauty.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-secret-admirer.html' title='MY SECRET ADMIRER'/><author><name>purple ribbon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778887639561231350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UiSsVLUgN5c/SIslCPLi5aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-K7S2juB66Y/S220/th_RyoxSaku2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
