<?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-10829955</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:17:28.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*~Humor Me~*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mm_on_fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13720589176536322269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-4182015280446246827</id><published>2007-06-22T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T16:34:41.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Months Ago.</title><content type='html'>Here is a bunch of stuff that happened from April 5, 2007 to today in case i failed to mention some, or I wasn't able to keep up. I took these out from my personal diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 5, 2007:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's Kay's birthday today, she's 19."&lt;br /&gt;"The entire thing with Mr. P had ended. It went from up to way down, and now to just in the middle. Up, which we texted everday, almost, spent a lot of time together during...[Oh, I'm not permitted to tell]. when we had changed *blank* and we'd see each other on *blank* we'd stop and talk or something. Then came the way-down stage where we stopped texting and even stopped talking to each other. I didn't want to run into him, it would be too awkward, and I'd keep wondering what happened and why it happened. I might never find out anymore. Finally the just-in-the-middle satge where we say 'hi' to each other when we see each other and it's no longer awkward. We don't really text anymore, though, I mean we do, but rarely. I don't really like him anymore, so it's okay."&lt;br /&gt;"Then I admitted to myself that I was crushing on him. He's not exactly my type, but there's just something about him that keeps my attached to his nerdy look. Haha."&lt;br /&gt;"Throughout the week we'd almost always see each other eye to eye and it would almost always be an "oops, he saw me looking," or a "Gee, he's looking , too" moment. Then at one time I sneaked a use on the pc and checked my Friendster, to my surprise, he was trying to add me up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 6, 2007:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The bathroom has been clogged for some time now and 'bestfriend' found out and again had his speech. Ugh. I really don't see it as entirely our fault. Dad said it's probably clogged by the dirt and the dust that accumulated in the pipes. For years now, that bathroom hasn't been used, that's why all the dirt is in there."&lt;br /&gt;"As I prayed in church last night, I asked God that if it turns out that we really aren't the ones to blame, would 'bestfriend' apologize for makeing a mistake? I really don't think he would."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 7, 2007:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What could it have been? One of my blog posts said that soemthing bad happened to me a long time ago and it implied that mommy knew it. I couldn't find it in any records I have--not even my diary posts in my Palm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 8, 2007:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just remembered today that I once had a textmate whose name, I think, is Vince where I got sick of him trying to flirt with me at one point. There was one time he called me in my cellphone when I was in UE RECTO and he kept on telling me that my voice was cute and really cute and I couldn't take it anymore so I told him not to say it ever again. I got really grossed out by him that I stopped texting him and told him via YM that I lost my phone and I would give him my number when I get a new one. After that, I went invisible on him (offline permanently to him only) and never texted him again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 9, 2007:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today was only the third time I swam in the pool since we moved here. We swam for a pretty long time so my nose is busted!"&lt;br /&gt;"Denise is writing a story to enter the Pan-Asia anime competition in Animax. I hope she wins."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 11, 2007:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was the first day of summer duty tpday. Yesterday was officially the first day of summer classes but we just had an orientation. I saw Mr. F the same day. He had a new haircut and a new bag. He was really cute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 17, 2007:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sunday night after driving daddy home I saw Jansen outside chowking (the one near his house). He was so fat and his hair is super long."&lt;br /&gt;"...There should be better options, say Mr. P? I also found out that I still AM attracted to Mr. P because there was one time I saw hime and he still makes my heat flutter &lt;3"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 26, 2007:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A bunch of new stuff happened from last time."&lt;br /&gt;"For Spider-man 3, I watched it with Fidel. The movie was nice, but the date sucked. Reason's why I watched Spider-man 3 with Fidel: (1) Movie's free. It's a "date". (2) Dinner's free. (3) (Not that I want to want Fidel) Maybe it's good to be friends. Yeah, dinner and the movie was free, and I was hatid-sundo, but OMIGOD I so didn't enjoy time with him. He was so boring."&lt;br /&gt;"The day, I mean night before finals, Mr. P texted me (using his Smart) if I studied. I said No. It's so cute that he texted me not free just to ask me if I studied. :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 6, 2007:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In 7 days from today, schol starts again. 4th year college na. Wow, time seems to go by so fast. I'm not thrilled to study, but being just less than a year form graduating I feel like I want to get it over with already."&lt;br /&gt;"Fidel asked me out again for Pirate's yesterday morning for Friday. I declined. I don't want to go out with hime anymore even if everything's free,a nd that's friday, it's Music Station on Animax at 7 p.m. and Eiji Wentz is a guest (Yay :))."&lt;br /&gt;"Hay nako, BOYS! BOYS! BOYS! Pero wala namang boyfriend!! Tsk, tsk. I have 7 on-call duties nga pala this semester. hay, very busy ako yata, I assume."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 19, 2007:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bryan is a boring guy, like I can't even pretend that I'm interested in him. He only speaks of things about himself."&lt;br /&gt;"Eiji Wentz is the cutest. &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3"&lt;br /&gt;"Tagal ko nang hindi nauupdate yung Multiply blog ko eventhough I've had opportunities. It's just that when I get there, I get bored of thinking about what to post. I'd rather have a copy."&lt;br /&gt;"2 nights ago, I dreamt that Kay and I were in Recto across UE, adn Jerome proposed to her. "Thank You" na "Thank You" sha, but later on she told me she's not gonna marry him, the we rode a taxi and while we're there, it's either we found out, or we remembered that Jansen's dead."&lt;br /&gt;"Kawawa naman daw si Jansen, so I asked Rose if he's ok, and he is. Good for him."&lt;br /&gt;"It's Julika's birthday today kaya I told her I'll be loading sa Sun so we could text."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 19, 2007 (PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People just love keeping secrets about themselves. Some don't mind blurting it all out--just as long as it's not about them, but some keep secrets about themselves to the very core out of shame."&lt;br /&gt;"I asked her and she didn't reply. Texted her again,a nd she still didn't reply. I guess I made a mistake of asking her about it."&lt;br /&gt;"But yeah, maybe it's different for everyone. &gt;sigh&lt; I should apologize, but I'm just not sure I should today that it's HER day, or tomorrow when it's over. Although, I'm just itching to do so today."&lt;br /&gt;"I checked on my weight this afternoon, remembering that I told Eli I'm 98 lbs. )from the last time I checked). Turns out, I'm only 96 lbs. Geez, it said that I'm underweight."&lt;br /&gt;"...But hey, I didn't day I don't think being not thing in my own eyes is a bad thing I have to control. That would've been a partial confession of an anorexic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. Patience. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10829955-4182015280446246827?l=summersweetness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/feeds/4182015280446246827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10829955&amp;postID=4182015280446246827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/4182015280446246827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/4182015280446246827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/2007/06/two-months-ago.html' title='Two Months Ago.'/><author><name>mm_on_fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13720589176536322269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-116945454261979386</id><published>2007-01-22T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T16:31:54.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Judge Me,You Might Not Be Her Friend That I Am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;The 20th of January was another "Bestfriend*" Day. I shed SOME hair (against my will) after each time I shampoo, attempt to dry it with a towel, and brush it right after, but that's basically IT. I don't lose my hair at any other time of the day unless I pull it out myself or somebody else does. Ouch, by the way. A couple of weeks ago, "Bestfriend" told us to pick up the shed hair that MIGHT CLOG THE SHOWER DRAIN. True to his command, we do pick it up (against OUR will, this time). Then on the 20th of January, he scolded us (or &lt;em&gt;parang ganon kasi&lt;/em&gt; his regular tone seems either like a bellow,or a shout) that we shouldn't (or I shouldn't) leave my shed hair OUT of the shower (note: OUT), that's the lavatory area. I'm a self-acclaimed &lt;em&gt;pilosopong Tasya.&lt;/em&gt; I'm Ms. Sarcastic. So, instead of the usual, &lt;em&gt;"Nakakainis talaga si Bestfriend, lahat na lang pinapakielaman,"&lt;/em&gt; I settled the issue with silent laughs. Twisting the logic is just exciting this time. Haha. However,I still felt&lt;em&gt; inis&lt;/em&gt; because he reprimanded us about our alarms that go off several times during the morningwithout either one of the two of us (Denise and I) getting up. &lt;em&gt;What does he care, honestly?&lt;/em&gt; He bugs the hell out of my shedding hair. Haha. It all makes sense in a tiny little circle that is the reasoning area of his brain. Haha, again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;The 21st of January gave me mixed feelings of dread, nostalgia, and the feeling of moving away again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DREAD:&lt;/strong&gt; Switching from a bedroom from the ground floor to the next room on the 2nd floor, we MIGHT not have a Cable TV inside the room. &lt;em&gt;"Masyado na yata maraming naka-connect dun sa box, baka lumabo na yung cable."&lt;/em&gt; (They're LEGAL, anyway.) The TV might stay outside of the room, in the sala-like upper floor lounge. NOOO! Goodbye to our daily marathons and post-midnight channel flicking! NOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOSTALGIA:&lt;/strong&gt; Picking up my stuff and moving them upstairs showed me some of the things I'd rather not see anymore. The Mom memories. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;I need not elaborate on the &lt;strong&gt;FEELING OFMOVING AWAY AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt; since the last two topics might have given you the idea, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Denise and I finished moving and fixing at exactly 12:00 am when I attempted to write THIS blog on paper but failed to do so due to tired and lazy eyes. Half of a good news arrived, though, despite the fatigue of going down then going up carrying stuff NOT IN BOXES.&lt;em&gt; "Sabi ng tito niyo bibili daw siya ng shelf para sa tv diyan."&lt;/em&gt; YES! Does that mean we are going to have a tv inside the room? And that having a tv inside the room means CABLE TV? Then YES! That IS good news! Even better is that our bedroom now is actually way bigger than the one we had downstairs. The windows no longer have dirty, Green curtains, but clean, Off-White, flower-adorned blinds! &lt;em&gt;"Ingatan niyo yung blinds, ha. 4, 500 ang bili ko diyan."&lt;/em&gt; OH YEAH! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;My &lt;em&gt;Achi&lt;/em&gt; hasn't been an easy sleeper since her systemic lower UTI (Pyelonephritis) 3 years ago. 2 years ago, she could barely take the pressure anymore of staying up until 6 or so in the morning so she has started to take &lt;strong&gt;Melatonin,&lt;/strong&gt; pills that would knock her out within 30 minutes of taking them. Since the move to their house, she never had even one pill of that and the pressure is once again back. Gino gave her one medication which he had. Ate Niki said it would make her sleep.I asked her to show it to me and it was &lt;em&gt;gabapentin &lt;strong&gt;Neurontin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It WOULD make her sleep but that's not the indication of the medication. It's the side-effect. I had one patient who had that in the past and I can remember it being an anticonvulsant to prevent post-herpetic neuralgia. The point is, Gino had Shingles &lt;em&gt;pala. Kawawa naman.&lt;/em&gt; He showed me the marks of the damaged along his chest and abdomen. That's weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I have a friend that I'm fearing that her life might fall apart or might BE FALLING apart. She's a very good friend of mine and I have always known her as the responsible type of student, who pays attention in class, doesn't miss classes, and still able to manage her boy-crazy life. But a couple of months ago, she moved to a dormitory and a little later than that, she and another friend of mine's (who happens to live in a dorm nearby) been going out a lot with guys and going to bars hours on end. Now, she's just too different and too difficult to talk to. She seems.. &lt;em&gt;lost.&lt;/em&gt; But I couldn't tell her becuase she might tell me I'm just &lt;em&gt;inggit.&lt;/em&gt; Sure,I wouldn't mind having alot of guys in the palm of my hands, but I don't want to lose control of my life any more than I did when my ex and I broke up last August 2006. I keep telling myself now that maybe she knows what she's doing. Maybe she does, because after all, I know &lt;strong&gt;she is responsible,&lt;/strong&gt; right? But the excessive boy-crazy life has been bugging me a lot about her lately. I don't even talk to her much because I no longer have anything to tell her. I'm beginning to see her as &lt;em&gt;a disaster or a disaster in the making,&lt;/em&gt; and I'm sorry that I'm a coward that I couldn't even try telling her. &lt;strong&gt;Don't judge me, you might not be her friend that I am.&lt;/strong&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/10829955-116945454261979386?l=summersweetness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/feeds/116945454261979386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10829955&amp;postID=116945454261979386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/116945454261979386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/116945454261979386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/2007/01/dont-judge-meyou-might-not-be-her.html' title='Don&apos;t Judge Me,You Might Not Be Her Friend That I Am.'/><author><name>mm_on_fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13720589176536322269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-116678974678135039</id><published>2006-12-22T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T20:21:12.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's just &lt;strong&gt;3 days before Christmas&lt;/strong&gt; and my mind hasn't gone into &lt;strong&gt;Christmas-mode&lt;/strong&gt; yet. It's just that &lt;strong&gt;all I can see and hear is nursing.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Dammit&lt;/em&gt;. Our developing &lt;strong&gt;gastrocnemius muscles&lt;/strong&gt; from going up five floors for three weeks, five days a week.. Or our hearts going on &lt;strong&gt;tachycardia&lt;/strong&gt; from, again, going up to the 5th floor.. Or turning into &lt;strong&gt;Cushing's Syndrome patients&lt;/strong&gt; while eating a normal Mcdonald's lunch.. Or getting used to the suffixes of &lt;strong&gt;ACE inhibitors&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Beta-Blockers&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;steroids.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, hearing these words bring me closer to actually &lt;strong&gt;learn to appreciate my course.&lt;/strong&gt; I still don't fancy it, but I like it better now than before.. &lt;strong&gt;Or is it just because I nearly failed my first semester&lt;/strong&gt; and that out of that fear, I've come to copy each bit of information I can get from my lectures from the first hour we had it. My Gosh, I even write them on a scratch paper and then copy it on my notebook when I get home just so that my writings in my notebook will be clean and &lt;strong&gt;not my chicken-scratched writing&lt;/strong&gt; when I'm in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;However, I just &lt;strong&gt;want to feel Christmas.&lt;/strong&gt; The &lt;strong&gt;cold weather&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;nice people,&lt;/strong&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;gifts,&lt;/strong&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;lights,&lt;/strong&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;Christmas trees,&lt;/strong&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;people going to simbang gab&lt;/strong&gt;i.. I can see all of that or rather I have seen all of that just this week. I've been &lt;strong&gt;feeling the cold weather every morning&lt;/strong&gt; when I wake up at 4a.m. for my morning duty in the Pay hospital and &lt;strong&gt;every night&lt;/strong&gt; just before I go to sleep.. I've been with nice people--&lt;strong&gt;my family, my friends..&lt;/strong&gt; I've seen &lt;strong&gt;gifts under our big Christmas tree..&lt;/strong&gt; There are also &lt;strong&gt;alot of Christmas lights around the village and in our house&lt;/strong&gt;.. I have seen &lt;strong&gt;people going to church at 5:15 in the mor&lt;/strong&gt;ning just when I'm about to go to duty. It has been nice to see and feel those things, but I haven't got the &lt;strong&gt;Christmas spirit&lt;/strong&gt; in me yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How sad. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe it is a sad Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;But I don't want to look at it that way.&lt;strong&gt; Christmas should always be fun..&lt;/strong&gt; That's why once again, my sisters and I, and now together with &lt;strong&gt;GINO&lt;/strong&gt; will write our Christmas letters.. Or rather &lt;strong&gt;construct our creative Christmas letters.&lt;/strong&gt; Yehey!&lt;strong&gt; :)&lt;/strong&gt; Haha! &lt;strong&gt;and how old are we??&lt;/strong&gt; It might be the &lt;strong&gt;closest to Christmas&lt;/strong&gt; we'll ever feel until we're all together as one real family like before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* * * * * *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was our last day of school before &lt;strong&gt;hibernating&lt;/strong&gt; for Christmas. Janella and I are planning to get &lt;strong&gt;new hamsters.&lt;/strong&gt; I want to buy another one that looks like Scraps, and Denise and I have been thinking of new names for it and we've got 4, I think? If it's a girl, I could name it&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Clover,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sugar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apple.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If it's a guy, I could name it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clover (too!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kiro (Don't ask.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I want a cute name, and I'm going to ask Janella to name hers &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Orange,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like she was thinking about a while ago for her &lt;strong&gt;big stuffed dog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole batch attended their own shift's case presentation, and it &lt;strong&gt;felt like the first time&lt;/strong&gt; that everyone saw everyone again. People are screaming (?) in excitement, &lt;strong&gt;it's so fun.&lt;/strong&gt; It was the last day before Christmas vacation yet it felt like &lt;strong&gt;the first time you've seen all of your friends altogether after months.&lt;/strong&gt; It's was really fun, considering that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not a fan of big crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I sat in on the night shift's case presentation just when they're about to finish it, I &lt;strong&gt;wanted to commute with Cess&lt;/strong&gt; because the last time I saw her was Saturday after my Technical Writing class in UE Recto. That Saturday was also the &lt;strong&gt;first time I saw her since I don't even remember when.&lt;/strong&gt; It's a pretty nice feeling to see my old classmates from my first and second years in college. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;They're classic. :)&lt;/em&gt;&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/10829955-116678974678135039?l=summersweetness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/feeds/116678974678135039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10829955&amp;postID=116678974678135039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/116678974678135039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/116678974678135039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/2006/12/missing-christmas.html' title='Missing Christmas.'/><author><name>mm_on_fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13720589176536322269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-114467668496039145</id><published>2006-04-10T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T21:44:44.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He is an Unbelievable Letdown.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3333ff" face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;&amp;nbsp; - &lt;FONT color=#3333ff&gt;Jansen&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #cc33cc" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #cc33cc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff"&gt; - &lt;FONT color=#cc33cc&gt;Mm&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ff0000" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ff0000"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff"&gt; - &lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Elinor&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#009900&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Conversation # 1 (&lt;FONT color=#3333ff&gt;Jansen&lt;/FONT&gt; and &lt;FONT color=#cc33cc&gt;Mm&lt;/FONT&gt;)&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#3333ff&gt;"Hindi na kaya ako sumama sa Naga."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc&gt;"Huh? Bahala ka."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#009900&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Conversation #&amp;nbsp;2 (&lt;FONT color=#3333ff&gt;Jansen&lt;/FONT&gt; and &lt;FONT color=#cc33cc&gt;Mm&lt;/FONT&gt;)&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc&gt;"You're so indecisive kasi, pabago-bago decisions mo. Ano ba gagawin mo sa summer, magtatrabaho ka ba o hinde?"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#3333ff&gt;"Magtatrabaho."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#3333ff&gt;"Ay, Ewan ko."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc&gt;"See?! Saan ka ba mag-aaral, sa UST o sa UE?"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#3333ff&gt;"Ewan ko. Magddriving lessons pa nga ako eh."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc&gt;"Eh after non?"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#3333ff&gt;"Hindi ko alam. Gusto ko mag-gym, may summer job pa ako. O liligawan kita."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;*laughs*&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt; "You can do &lt;STRONG&gt;THAT&lt;/STRONG&gt; while you work. And just so you know, wala na kayang ligawan ngayon."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#3333ff&gt;"Ganun ba yun?"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc&gt;"I mean seriously, may nakikita ka pa bang nagliligawan ngayon?"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#3333ff&gt;"Onga noh."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#009900&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Conversation #&amp;nbsp;3 (&lt;FONT color=#3333ff&gt;Jansen&lt;/FONT&gt; and &lt;FONT color=#cc33cc&gt;Mm&lt;/FONT&gt;)&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#3333ff&gt;"Yun ang gagawin ko sa Holy Week, magssoul-searching."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc&gt;"Ng ano?"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#666666&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3333ff&gt;"Ippromise ko sa sarili ko na hindi na ako mag-oovernight&lt;/FONT&gt; (sa bahay ng iba.)&lt;FONT color=#3333ff&gt;"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc&gt;"Wow. Dapat nga. Meron naman kasing mga tao na nagccontrol non sayo, ayaw mo naman magpacontrol."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#3333ff&gt;"Ayokong si Mama Jane, gusto ko ikaw."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc&gt;"Ako nga! Sinasabi ko sayo last time na go home na pero wala, ayaw mo naman."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#009900&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Conversation #&amp;nbsp;4 (&lt;FONT color=#3333ff&gt;Jansen&lt;/FONT&gt; and &lt;FONT color=#cc33cc&gt;Mm&lt;/FONT&gt;)&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#3333ff&gt;"Magsstay na lang ako sa bahay ni Kem. Mag-isa lang yun sa bahay eh."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc&gt;"Ano ba yan? Akala ko ba hindi ka na mag-oovernight?"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#3333ff&gt;"After Holy Week."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc&gt;"Hay nako."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#009900&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Conversation # 5 (&lt;FONT color=#3333ff&gt;Jansen&lt;/FONT&gt; and &lt;FONT color=#cc33cc&gt;Mm&lt;/FONT&gt;)&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#3333ff&gt;"Eh kung lumabas naman tayo pag hindi ako sumama sa Naga, san tayo magkikita, Top Mart?" &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;*laughs&lt;/EM&gt;*&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;*laughs*&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; "Hinde, sa baywalk. &lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;*laughs*&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt; RP."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#3333ff&gt;"Bakit bukas ba RP pag Holy Week?"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc&gt;"Ewan ko, pag Christmas kasi bukas sila eh."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#3333ff&gt;"Baka sarado."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc&gt;"Hay nako kahit umikot-ikot lang tayo dito sa Malate, ok lang."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#3333ff&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;*laughs*&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#009900&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Conversation #&amp;nbsp;6 (&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Elinor&lt;/FONT&gt; and &lt;FONT color=#cc33cc&gt;Mm&lt;/FONT&gt;)&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc&gt;"Ayaw na nga niya umuwi sa Naga eh."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#ff0000&gt;"Ok lang yun, edi pumunta ka sa bahay niya araw-araw."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc&gt;"Sira. Hindi pwede noh."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#009900&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Conversation #&amp;nbsp;7 (&lt;FONT color=#3333ff&gt;Jansen&lt;/FONT&gt; and &lt;FONT color=#cc33cc&gt;Mm&lt;/FONT&gt;)&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc&gt;"Dismissed na ko, masusundo mo ba ko?"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#3333ff&gt;"Hindi eh..&lt;FONT color=#666666&gt;[something I can't make out]&lt;/FONT&gt;"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc&gt;"Ah, okay, sige magttext na lang ako."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#009900&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;SMS&lt;/EM&gt; Conversation # 1 (&lt;FONT color=#3333ff&gt;Jansen&lt;/FONT&gt; and &lt;FONT color=#cc33cc&gt;Mm&lt;/FONT&gt;)&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc&gt;"Bt ndi?"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#3333ff&gt;"Hnd ako mkaAls nguUsap p kme.Ayko kc smama s naga"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc&gt;"Ah cge..Sorry 2mwag ako..Cge taxi nlng ako..Bt yw mo smama?"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#3333ff&gt;"Bsta.InaAway ako grbe.BdtrP"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#009900&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;SMS &lt;/EM&gt;Conversation # 2 (&lt;FONT color=#3333ff&gt;Jansen&lt;/FONT&gt; and &lt;FONT color=#cc33cc&gt;Mm&lt;/FONT&gt;)&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#3333ff&gt;"Wla nko s house.Nsa ust ako,pnta kng blaCan.Ngusap n kme ni mama jane hnd nko sasama sa naga. Sna hnd k glt kc ngusap nMn kme n mama jane"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#009900&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Conversation #&amp;nbsp;8 (&lt;FONT color=#3333ff&gt;Jansen&lt;/FONT&gt; and &lt;FONT color=#cc33cc&gt;Mm&lt;/FONT&gt;)&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc&gt;"Uy, dko na-gets yun tinext mo."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#3333ff&gt;"Low batt na ko, low batt."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc&gt;"Hay nako..Cge, cge text na lang."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#009900&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;SMS&lt;/EM&gt; Conversation # 3 (&lt;FONT color=#3333ff&gt;Jansen&lt;/FONT&gt; and &lt;FONT color=#cc33cc&gt;Mm&lt;/FONT&gt;)&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc&gt;"D ako glt..Pnta ka Bulacan 4how long?Bt ka nsa UST?"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#3333ff&gt;"I dnt knw untl whn.Sb nla mama jane 20 p dw cla bBlik."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc&gt;"Nde,ikaw.Anu ba ggwn mo sa Bulacan?"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#3333ff&gt;"May pRctce kc kme 2mrw.Wla il stay nlng munsa doN.Eat your dner na"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc&gt;"Ah ok.I ate na."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#3333ff&gt;"Ru mad bA"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc&gt;"No,not really."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#3333ff&gt;"Anung nt realy.Bkt gnun"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#993399&gt;"Wla..Kla ko d kna sama tpos sa house ka lang.Holy week noh,u have ur so-called "resolution." where did it go?I dno."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#3333ff&gt;"After ths i pRmise.When they cme bAck.I realy mean it nw.SorRy na"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc&gt;"Kelan mo naman balak bmlk?I dnt undrstnd what's wrong with ur house..Dka mpakali,u always wna b on the go n out of the house.Bt kya gnun."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#3333ff&gt;"SorRy na.And wla akng key sa house"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc&gt;"Yeah whatever."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#3333ff&gt;"= c"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#cc33cc&gt;"What?You're the one who's far away,not me."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#009900&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;*&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif" color=#666666&gt;It would &lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;never end,&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; would it? He's &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;like that all the time.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; The &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;only available week I have.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; Next week, I'm going to school again, so it's &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;very difficult to see him &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;already. I go home at 5 p.m. except Friday's. &lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;He's so unfair.&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;And why can't you have a key to your own house? He is the only person other than the parents who responsibly stays inside the house. His brother is like 7 or 8, of course his brother won't have a key. But &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;he SHOULD.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; I had a key to our house when I was in grade 6. Since&amp;nbsp; I was in grade 6, I've &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;swithced houses for 2 times--and I had keys.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; It's just not right. It's &lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;not supposed to be the reason&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;why you're not going to stay home while your family's away. I wish he would just go to Naga. &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;I'd rather hear him with his family far away and not be able to see him than hear him not with his family far away and still not be able to see him.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10829955-114467668496039145?l=summersweetness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/feeds/114467668496039145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10829955&amp;postID=114467668496039145&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/114467668496039145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/114467668496039145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/2006/04/he-is-unbelievable-letdown.html' title='He is an Unbelievable Letdown.'/><author><name>mm_on_fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13720589176536322269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-113847325034726664</id><published>2006-01-29T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T02:34:10.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Happenings.</title><content type='html'>This day was, like, the &lt;strong&gt;longest school day ever.&lt;/strong&gt; Normally, Saturdays would last for 4 hours, max.  RLE is the only subject on Saturdays and we always spend the whole morning only. But today was different, we had no professor -- we only had to finish the tallying of the survey tools from the community then create master tables for everyone to fill. I didn't expect it to&lt;strong&gt; last as long&lt;/strong&gt; as it did. By lunchtime, everyone was almost done tallying their own surveys. At about 1:30 or so, A couple of our blockmates started constructing the tables with their new markers and 12-inch rulers on a roll of large, crispy brown paper. Hours later, more and more of our blockmates are starting to help out and I was already writing down, in pencil, our group's tallied results. Soon enough, people &lt;strong&gt;started to realize&lt;/strong&gt; that the construction was taking such a long time; the original writers had their hands blackened with &lt;strong&gt;already-then re-filled&lt;/strong&gt; markers and their 12-inch rulers that already had black sides, a handful of people not doing anything related to the schoolwork were &lt;strong&gt;getting bored and impatient.&lt;/strong&gt; It was already 5 p.m.. We didn't finish an hour after that. As I come to think of it, we hadn't really achieved the necessary information inside the tables. But our professor let us go at 7 p.m. -- Not exactly the earliest &lt;strong&gt;and most pleasant time of departure&lt;/strong&gt; from school, huh? After the &lt;strong&gt;longest minutes of squatting and standing&lt;/strong&gt; amidst the discussionof all the &lt;strong&gt;wrong things&lt;/strong&gt; we wrote in the master table and the &lt;strong&gt;chaos&lt;/strong&gt; of me and my blockmates &lt;strong&gt;continuously fumbling&lt;/strong&gt; on our own tally sheets and markers and walking the distance between my school and the nearest train station and standing in the cold, hard, shiny stairs of the mall where my shobe and I had to wait for our father to pick us up and standing in front of the bank in the ground floor of our building while &lt;strong&gt;desperately trying to listen&lt;/strong&gt; to the endless speech of my father who wouldn't let us go, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my feet were screaming in horrible agony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about half an inch below my big toes (where the line of my doll shoes touches my feet). Now, I'm having a very difficult time walking in shoes or even in my flattest, most comfortable slippers so much that I have to walk around the house barefoot if I want to risk my health &lt;strong&gt;or wear socks.&lt;/strong&gt; I prefer the latter. &lt;strong&gt;My feet are bruised&lt;/strong&gt; where I told you it hurts. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.:sob:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's the Chinese New Year. &lt;strong&gt;Cheers&lt;/strong&gt; -- Happy New Year to me. We ate Pansit and Lechon and drank Red Wine for Noche Buena. Great food but &lt;strong&gt;not the greatest drink&lt;/strong&gt; I've had in my life. My mom gave us little card-like things that we had to keep in our purse for "safety." When I got hold of that I kissed it and kept it in my fluffy pink wallet only to find out that both my shobe and achi had done the same thing I did -- &lt;strong&gt;they kissed theirs, too,&lt;/strong&gt; during different times. Apparently, those are the kinds of things I put more of my interest in to than listening to our mother telling us stories about her&lt;strong&gt; (ew, gross.)&lt;/strong&gt; sex life, which, is so eerie.&lt;br /&gt;I vowed to myself that this year is going to be &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; year.. Though I have nothing even as much as the slightest idea how I would pull that off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10829955-113847325034726664?l=summersweetness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/feeds/113847325034726664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10829955&amp;postID=113847325034726664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/113847325034726664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/113847325034726664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year-new-happenings.html' title='New Year, New Happenings.'/><author><name>mm_on_fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13720589176536322269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-113794064349415911</id><published>2006-01-22T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T22:37:23.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>irksome pushy people.</title><content type='html'>I don't know if we really had to come to school yesterday. All that was left for us to do was to tally the survey tools we had in hand. The start of the day was normal, we were in our classrooms and almost all of us were in our seats chatting and finishing our survey results. After a few hours, the groups started talking about tallying. Suddenly, the noise that was coming from just chatting &lt;strong&gt;turned into loud, almost-high-pitched voices of yelling and bickering&lt;/strong&gt; over how to tally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Decision 1:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Tallying will start &lt;strong&gt;by pair&lt;/strong&gt; (or by block). Each pair has about 6-20 households to tally, and there are 9 pairs. After all the pairs are done tallying their survey tools, the 9 pairs or 18 people (from the 2nd immersion group) will break into 4 groups (1 group for each page). Each of the 4 groups will add all the frequencies and it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;strong&gt;PROS:&lt;/strong&gt; Results will be &lt;strong&gt;more accurate&lt;/strong&gt; (especially in page 1 where everyone's having trouble with the Estimated Monthly Income and Occupation) since the pair who surveyed a certain household &lt;strong&gt;knows the answers&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;better than anybody else.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;strong&gt;CONS:&lt;/strong&gt; It will be &lt;strong&gt;time-consuming.&lt;/strong&gt; When it is time to combine every block's data, each block's frequency for a certain answer will be added to the next and to the next and to the next, making it 180 answers to add (per answer) and approximately 10 answers per table with about 14 tables per group (times 4 groups, 1 group for every page of the survey tool). Plus, if one pair is confused with Estimated Monthly Income or Occupation then it &lt;strong&gt;can also be the problem of every pair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;strong&gt;Outcome of primary tallying -- 180 survey tools to combine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Decision 2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Each pair will finish their survey, answers will be uniformed so that everyone knows what this or that is or where it will fall under. Tallying will &lt;strong&gt;start with the 4 groups&lt;/strong&gt; (as mentioned in decision 1). 9 pairs x 20 survey tools (for the benefit of decision 1) = 180 survey tools. Then, these 180 survey tools will be tallied by approximately 4-5 people then it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;strong&gt;PROS:&lt;/strong&gt; Problems about Occupation and Estimated Monthly Income will be &lt;strong&gt;contained on group 1 only&lt;/strong&gt; (because group 1 is responsible for page 1 where these two are under). If the survey tools are finished with uniformity before tallying, there would be &lt;strong&gt;no problem at all.&lt;/strong&gt; Even if there are 180 survey tools to tally, there are 4-5 people to work on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;strong&gt;CONS:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If, and only if&lt;/em&gt; the survey tools &lt;em&gt;aren't &lt;/em&gt;finished with uniformity,&lt;/strong&gt; the group responsibe for say, page 1 will have a &lt;strong&gt;hard time figuring out&lt;/strong&gt; where to put the data. Take note, &lt;strong&gt;that situation will only happen if the survey tools are not finished&lt;/strong&gt; by the pair with uniformity of the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;strong&gt;Outcome of primary tallying&lt;/strong&gt; (or for this case, just tallying) -- &lt;strong&gt;4 sets of final tallied papers&lt;/strong&gt; (1 set per page or group).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE VERDICT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I prefer decision 2,&lt;/strong&gt; clearly. It's &lt;strong&gt;easier,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;more organized and quicker.&lt;/strong&gt; But some people &lt;strong&gt;maybe just don't understand how decision 2 works.&lt;/strong&gt; Or rather, they are &lt;strong&gt;so caught up trying to use their choice&lt;/strong&gt; of decision 1 that &lt;strong&gt;they can't even try to listen to decision 2.&lt;/strong&gt; So in this case, since some people are &lt;strong&gt;so narrow-minded, we did it via decision 1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;strong&gt;didn't finish it&lt;/strong&gt; even if we took the whole day, until 4 pm. The only thing we finished was the primary tallying. &lt;em&gt;Talk about time-consuming.&lt;/em&gt; It's frustrating how some people can't give just one minute to listen to another person. I get decision 1, the people who wanted decision 2 get that. But the people who want decision 1 keep pressing that it would be more accurate and I reckon it's because they really don't get decision 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sigh*&lt;/em&gt; It &lt;strong&gt;really irks me&lt;/strong&gt; how they kept on pressing their point and &lt;strong&gt;yelling and butting in&lt;/strong&gt; when another person's explaining. It was so hard to keep pressing myself for other people to stop speaking or rather, yelling in the middle of somebody else's turn. These people with hard and narrow minds should really think for a moment. They are &lt;strong&gt;so unfair.&lt;/strong&gt; But they are still my friends and classmates, hate to say it but I &lt;strong&gt;can't do anything about it now, can I?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10829955-113794064349415911?l=summersweetness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/feeds/113794064349415911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10829955&amp;postID=113794064349415911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/113794064349415911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/113794064349415911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/2006/01/irksome-pushy-people.html' title='irksome pushy people.'/><author><name>mm_on_fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13720589176536322269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-113777026930651818</id><published>2006-01-20T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T23:55:53.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Immersion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;2:20 p.m.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HEALTH ECON&lt;/strong&gt; class ended. &lt;strong&gt;RLE&lt;/strong&gt; groups 3 &amp; 4 start chatting about the upcoming immersion to happen in a few hours. I feel sick about going to Antipolo and stay for two nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:10 p.m.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ELINOR&lt;/strong&gt; and I decide to run to &lt;strong&gt;SM&lt;/strong&gt; to buy her stockings--she forgot to bring one pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:20 p.m.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ELINOR&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; leave school without our bags, just money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:40 p.m.&lt;/strong&gt; We arrive &lt;strong&gt;UERM.&lt;/strong&gt; Picked our bags up from &lt;strong&gt;KAY, CESS&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;OJ&lt;/strong&gt; in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:45 p.m.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;RLE&lt;/strong&gt; groups 3 &amp;amp;4 leave school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:50 p.m.&lt;/strong&gt; Immersion groups unload from a jeep. I fall and bruise my leg. The nail in my shoe's heel was pulled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4:00 p.m.&lt;/strong&gt; Immersion group members impatiently wait for the next train to &lt;strong&gt;SANTOLAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4:15 p.m.&lt;/strong&gt; We arrive in &lt;strong&gt;SANTOLAN&lt;/strong&gt; station. &lt;strong&gt;PATRICK, KENN,&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;BRYANN&lt;/strong&gt; look for a ride to &lt;strong&gt;BRGY. DELA PAZ.&lt;/strong&gt; The ride is uncomfortable. &lt;strong&gt;ELINOR&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; I&lt;/strong&gt; feel homesick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4:40 p.m.&lt;/strong&gt; Groups 3 &amp; 4 arrive in the staff house. We all forgot our waivers. We were asked to text our parents for a verification that they know we're in a community immersion program. My heels start to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:45 p.m. Community Immersion formally begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:30 p.m.&lt;/strong&gt; I take a bath. 10 minutes, max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:40 p.m.&lt;/strong&gt; I feel refreshed but still convinced it's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:00 p.m.&lt;/strong&gt; Immersion groups pray the rosary as ordered by &lt;strong&gt;CI PROF. LIM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:30 p.m. PROF. BUTCON&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;PROF. MOLO&lt;/strong&gt; discuss presentation of data from the survey tools floated per pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:30 a.m.&lt;/strong&gt; Sleeping time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;** Times are based only upon approximation or guessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't able to sleep much, I kept waking up in the middle of each our, maybe, becuase I felt so uncomfortable sleeping in a mat on the floor with a teeny-tiny pillow. Thursday was a not-so-work day. All we had to do was to go back to our respective blocks in Phase V and finish up the houses we weren't able to interview the last time. We only had about 4-5 houses left and only we were only able to gather 1. About 10:15 a.m. Elinor left for the preparationof our lunch. I stayed with Patrick and helped our other blockmates finish their surveys. Btw, we are so deprived of the usual pleasures of good food so we had to sneak in a bakery on the opposite side of Block 10 to eat. We spotted &lt;strong&gt;ICED GEMS&lt;/strong&gt; and it was divine. I call it my "Nostalgic Food." Once I started eating pieces of eat, it brought back my childhood memories. It was like the food that only existed when I was a little girl. We ate fish for lunch. I didn't enjoy. The rest of the day was boring. There was nothing to do. By 4:45 p.m., we were all dressed for the team building activity at 5 p.m.. The games were really fun and exhausting. We all felt so dirty but we enjoyed alot. :) This night was different; I noticed that there were unusually more stars in the sky than there ever was. We all took a bath while counting down the hours of our departure from Antipolo to our homes. I had a better sleep last night. Everytime I would wake up in the morning, it would get so cold that I'm shivering. We were all ready to go by 5 a.m. and departed as planned. By 7:10 a.m. I was back home. I missed &lt;strong&gt;EVERYTHING.&lt;/strong&gt; I've learned to appreciate my bed, the food in our house and especially our shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BED&lt;/strong&gt; - It can never be easy to lie flat on your back against a mat that is placed flat on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOOD&lt;/strong&gt; - Although, I always complain that the food-cooking cycle's really short, At least I could eat all the meat I want and I could drink iced water or softdrinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHOWER&lt;/strong&gt; - One pale of water per person??? Oh, and we had to pump the water up ourselves in the street perpendicular to the staff house's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever want to do that again. It's bad enough we have to go there even without sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10829955-113777026930651818?l=summersweetness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/feeds/113777026930651818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10829955&amp;postID=113777026930651818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/113777026930651818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/113777026930651818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/2006/01/immersion.html' title='Immersion.'/><author><name>mm_on_fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13720589176536322269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-113734098415033865</id><published>2006-01-15T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T00:12:34.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants of a Whiner.</title><content type='html'>Since I added an event in my calendar that would last for 3 days, I remembered that it's our immersion--this week. It's somewhere in Antipolo that would take me forever to get to the place. By myself, that is. It's a good thing, I'm not goung there by myself. Anyway, I hate it. We really don't need it. Just because the school's got a dingy, dirty, teeny-tiny staff house they think level 2 students should go there and sleep for two nights to "experience life in a community." I think it's bs. I mean, I am sure not one of us would EVER want to work in that kind of place. Crooked roads, dog turds in the way, legions of airborne dust, mosquitoes everywhere, scorching heat of the afternoon sun, no tap water, the list goes on. I was there last thursday and I got sick. The community's too much for my body. And I know I'm healthier than I am weak. I rarely get sick, but surprise, surprise! That one-day experience killed my usual immunity against colds and flu. Then now we'd have to sleep there for 2 nights and work during the days?? Oh, I have failed to mention this impropriety, but there aren't beds, the girls' room is across the boy's and there are no beds! Nada, zero, zilch, for the girls. AND there are like 14 girls out of 18 students to stay and sleep in a room the size of the quarter of a high school classroom. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm such a whiner. I can't help but rant about it. I know nothing I'd say would change anything about it so there's actually no point. But you know, it's good to keep the rants and whines out every once in a while without speaking about it (I'm typing). Anyway, my &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dreamboat &lt;/span&gt;isn't there. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10829955-113734098415033865?l=summersweetness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/feeds/113734098415033865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10829955&amp;postID=113734098415033865&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/113734098415033865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/113734098415033865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/2006/01/rants-of-whiner.html' title='Rants of a Whiner.'/><author><name>mm_on_fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13720589176536322269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-113720901365930630</id><published>2006-01-14T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T13:41:55.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Confusion Meets Worrying</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to go on community duty today. My blockmates and I were supposed to meet in the last train station at 7 a.m.. The time I woke up: 7 a.m.. It's hard to try or even imagine to get there as fast as I can when I live in Manila and that's, like, the other end of the world for me. Mommy didn't wake me up, too. She insisted I don't go to school today because I had just gone from a fever. You might get a relapse, she says. I called a blockmate and he told me I hsould go to the school infirmary to secure a medical certificate of my condition while he'll tell the professors in the community that I'll try to be there in the afternoon. The problem is, I could not get a medical certificate from school because fact is, I'm not sick any longer. What more can the physician diagnose other than that I am well? It's just the relapse that both my mom and I are worrying about. Even if I go to the Infirmary right now, what would I say? That I need a medical certificate because I was sick yesterday and that I might just have a relapse today? I'm so confused and worried right now. I'm dressed to go to the community right now; I'm just waiting for their signal to let me go there this afternoon. I'm both confused and worried. Confused because I don't know what the hell I should do. Should I go to the school infirmary and try to ask for a certificate? Should I go straight to the community? Should I call my blockmate and ask him again? or should I just sit here and wait for his sms? I'm worried because I don't know what I should do if I am marked absent for today. Would I have to make it up, pay a fine and do thrice the duty? Would they not allow me ever to go there? Would I be laid-off and join some other group? I'm really worried. I've been worried about all this since I woke up at 7. I haven't slept since although I could have. Confusion and worry just take the best of me right now and it's hard to comprehend what I should really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10829955-113720901365930630?l=summersweetness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/feeds/113720901365930630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10829955&amp;postID=113720901365930630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/113720901365930630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/113720901365930630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/2006/01/when-confusion-meets-worrying.html' title='When Confusion Meets Worrying'/><author><name>mm_on_fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13720589176536322269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-112195155721566934</id><published>2005-07-21T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T21:12:37.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost run over</title><content type='html'>School is murder. I always have a lot of things to do, all my afternoons are completely booked, and reserved, for schoolwork. It's really frustrating how hard it is for me to control my life outside school when my current life status has the word "school" written all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be having our return demonstration of physical assessment next week and me and my partner barely know anything. It's a really long process, it's from head to toe and we not only look--we, well, examine eachother medically (?). We're going to work on it tomorrow but we don't know where to do it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my partner, as usual, we were walking to SM for lunch. It's a pretty tough job to go there since we have to cross the long Aurora Blvd. Cars, Jeeps, Trucks and Bikes come and go to and from different sides. It always scares us to cross the road since we think that one of these days, we might get run over by any wheeled thing rolling there. This time, it was great, the cars stopped right infront of the pedestrian lane (right where they should everytime). By the time we were crossing the other side with a couple of other people, this jeep ran like the other cars didn't stop. Eli's impulse was that she ran, barely being hit by that stupid jeep. I was practically frozen in the middle of the road out of fear and common sense. I mean if I had followed Elinor, i would have been run over (definitely) by the jeep. But at the same time, although i stood frozen in the middle, the jeep was so close i still thought i was going to get hit and die or something. I was so scared it was the first time my friends saw me cry. REALLY, it was scary. There were so many cars on a stop then one stupid son of a biatch drove his ugly jeep right over the pedestrian lane while people were still crossing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have a new respect for mommy and daddy's obsession with killing jeepney drivers. I wish I could kill THAT driver. Or maybe I wish he's be in the same situation as I had been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10829955-112195155721566934?l=summersweetness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/feeds/112195155721566934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10829955&amp;postID=112195155721566934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/112195155721566934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/112195155721566934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/2005/07/almost-run-over.html' title='almost run over'/><author><name>mm_on_fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13720589176536322269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-112081235636821904</id><published>2005-07-08T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T16:45:57.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All the commotion about the wire tapping thingy is making me sick. i don't really fancy GMA for president but neither do i want FPJ if he's alive. now, the other people in the government so want GMA to resign. oh, so they want noli de castro to become president?i don't exactly think they do. geez, the guy doesn't even speak english. another thing, like 10 cabinet members resigned and asking for GMA's resignation as well. the thing is, i don't think they are ashamed of "what GMA did." i'm guessing it's about their reputation. if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. durrh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think joke time's gay. really. it's just with the way he is. no gf, and his profile in friendster looks like he is. ew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10829955-112081235636821904?l=summersweetness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/feeds/112081235636821904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10829955&amp;postID=112081235636821904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/112081235636821904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/112081235636821904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/2005/07/all-commotion-about-wire-tapping.html' title=''/><author><name>mm_on_fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13720589176536322269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-112006016135605178</id><published>2005-06-29T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T23:49:24.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kinda interesting day</title><content type='html'>it's only "kinda." Eli and i were scheduled for our physical examination in the infirmary today and thanks to that, we were able to cut at the most an hour from each of our subjects. It was good, i don't fancy studying as well as writing down notes equals studying. By the way, It wasn't fun. It's a PHYSICAL EXAM. i mean we are asked to submit urine and stool (which i refused to do so), asked to have a blood test, and xray. The blood test was okay. it wsn't painful but i just didn't like to see what it looked like the very time the needle is inserted through my skin. :D nevertheless, i don't know why, but it was my favorite part.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was really boring. and okay, so what REALLY happened today that made it kinda interesting is something confidential. :p only 3 people know it: my two shobe's and eli. well, i meant what happened. but the whole "thing" about who, erm..5. :D all i can say is that what happened was sweet, and cute. it was also weird, though, considering that we don't really..well, converse?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10829955-112006016135605178?l=summersweetness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/feeds/112006016135605178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10829955&amp;postID=112006016135605178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/112006016135605178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/112006016135605178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/2005/06/kinda-interesting-day.html' title='kinda interesting day'/><author><name>mm_on_fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13720589176536322269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-111969768456119916</id><published>2005-06-25T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T19:08:04.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>walking the plank</title><content type='html'>The second week of school just went by. i couldn't tell whether it had gone by fast or slow, i'm just glad it did. Mondays are booked with only one subject. 8-12 PHC and 1-5 RLE. I felt my a*s turning to stone sitting in my chair that long. And what made it all worse is that this wednesday, with 4 hours of RLE and 3 hours Bioethics, i was sick. My sinus was throbbing, it was the first time i felt sinusitis. I was practically crying not because of the pain itself but because THAT pain lasted for a good 4 hours. I badly wanted to doze off in class but the professor might kill me if i did. It hurt so bad i was already dabbing my wet tissues across my sinuses and undereyes just to ease the pain for at least a second. I was sick until the next day and i still have a running nose right now. I'm having such a difficult time speaking since my nasal cavity's probably clogged. i can't even say a word with a letter 'n' properly. It sucks but i gotta live with it for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Things For This School Year:&lt;br /&gt;1. I finally AM a Dean's Lister which makes it all the more pressuring to me, considering that i have to keep up with it.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have 3 crushes. It's good to have alot for me right now so as not to be "too engrossed" with one.&lt;br /&gt;   ** HIM - Someone i'd like to call "Joke time"&lt;br /&gt;   ** HIM - The first guy i noticed in school since first year&lt;br /&gt;   ** HIM - I'd rather not elaborate. It's just "HIM" and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;3. Freakishly long subjects. I might just be dead if studying the same thing for over an hour is fatal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10829955-111969768456119916?l=summersweetness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/feeds/111969768456119916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10829955&amp;postID=111969768456119916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111969768456119916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111969768456119916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/2005/06/walking-plank.html' title='walking the plank'/><author><name>mm_on_fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13720589176536322269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-111961506613812887</id><published>2005-06-24T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:11:06.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay</title><content type='html'>yahoo! we bought a new keyboard and mouse. both wireless so it's so much better. i saw batman again kanina but he's already inside tgif so i wasn't able to take another picture or perhaps a video. i really don't have much to say because i just like to type with this thing. :P i'm so grossed out by the thought of examining sperm cells under the microscope tomorrow morning for our anatomy class. what's even more gross it that those specimen were produced by our own classmate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10829955-111961506613812887?l=summersweetness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/feeds/111961506613812887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10829955&amp;postID=111961506613812887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111961506613812887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111961506613812887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/2005/06/yay.html' title='yay'/><author><name>mm_on_fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13720589176536322269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-111919328220207502</id><published>2005-06-19T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T23:12:21.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>batman and syrup</title><content type='html'>i watched Mr. &amp; Mrs. Smith last sunday, Batman Begins just this friday AND saw BATMAN in person today!! &lt;img src="http://www.myfilestash.com/userfiles/summ3r/laugh.gif" border="0" /&gt; wanna see him? i took a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos16.flickr.com/20231976_f559eb5c46_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;img src="http://www.myfilestash.com/userfiles/summ3r/laugh.gif" border="0" /&gt; i'm guessing "Batman" is a waiter in TGIF. yeah. he welcomes people there, right in the entrance. it was really funny..i mean seeing him wasn't funny but he looks funny. denise and i were laughing about it on the way home. okay, so about the REAL batman, i love it!! it was a pretty long movie for the regular batman but i had fun watching it. it was amazing how christian bale was able to gain back 65 lbs. for batman begins from the machinist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from this (The Machinist):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos15.flickr.com/20236894_422e49e954_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to this (Batman Begins):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos16.flickr.com/20236920_7d1d25c193_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i couldn't show you what his body REALLY looked liked in the movie. but when he did those push-ups. omg, he DID gain alot of weight and put it in his muscles. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, i bought a new pair of shoes--something i've been dying to buy with my bday money. i love it!! i bought it in people are people and i fell inlove with it the first time i saw it and fell inlove with it more when i tried it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos17.flickr.com/20232007_bfb8f1a03b_t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;   &lt;img src="http://photos15.flickr.com/20232030_320c14b16b_t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohhh isn't it pretty??i wore it kanina (the same day we saw fakey batman) walked with it for an hour and maybe a half. my feet got sore and i wanted to cry with pain. i was forced to buy flip flops tuloy because it got to the point where i can't bear the pain anymore and then we were gonna walk home pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos16.flickr.com/20239819_207eff318e_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this pair's cheap. like 50 pesos. i was so darn desperate. it hurt like it never did. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so school's in again tomorrow and i REALLY hate my schedule. it might kill me someday. like out of emotional as well as physical stress and frustration. oh and i saw the un-claimed "Academic Certificates" list in the dean's office and i was there after all. but geez i was in the level 3 list--which meant i made it when i was in the second year. WOW. they are STILL wrong. but it was a good laugh pa rin although i find it corny now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10829955-111919328220207502?l=summersweetness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/feeds/111919328220207502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10829955&amp;postID=111919328220207502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111919328220207502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111919328220207502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/2005/06/batman-and-syrup_19.html' title='batman and syrup'/><author><name>mm_on_fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13720589176536322269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-111876112745882034</id><published>2005-06-14T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T23:04:24.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>downtime</title><content type='html'>Downtime #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else, but our Über "reliable" computer. the last 5 or so days was the longest we've ever suffered. not that we're die-hard internet users. it's just that THAT week was our last. before school. which brings me to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downtime #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me. the first-day-of-school-me. i'm so not ready. nobody even wants to be ready or rather nobody even tries. this may well be the worst first day of school after my move from grade 4. i practically dragged myself to school today. i'm never up for school and this morning, i was not even up to be at least a little up for school. my classes are crazy. messy. long. dragging. boring. majority of my classes last more than 2 hours! i have a 4 hour class. that's really upsetting. i haven't even been able to absorb the fun of the whole summer and here goes my schedule cutting off what little fun i had stored from summer. *sigh* i feel like the girl na "mukhang nadaya" although it's just a stupid schedule. oh well, like i can change it. durrhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10829955-111876112745882034?l=summersweetness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/feeds/111876112745882034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10829955&amp;postID=111876112745882034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111876112745882034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111876112745882034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/2005/06/downtime.html' title='downtime'/><author><name>mm_on_fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13720589176536322269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-111798465576004833</id><published>2005-06-05T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T23:17:35.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oops</title><content type='html'>could i be any more stupid? my family and i were down to metrowalk for lunch and a little shopping, parking down the big gravel-covered area. i had done what i would normally do when getting out of a car--hop out, and close the door.. or so i thought. after about 2 hours off, we were on our way to the car headed for home..when OMG i left the door open! it was beyond unbelievable for me to actually see that. i mean it was WIDE open, like how you leave it open when another person's coming out. it was really REALLy odd. i never leave the door open, of course, because it's practically etched in my mind that my two sisters get out of the same door and that door isn't the door i use. i also remember closing it, telling my shobe that i was going to leave my jacket inside the car since the sun was shining ever-so-brightly. i still can't get how i left it open, luring people to hop inside and browse the beatiful insides of our car. stupid git. my achi left her cellfone inside the glove compartment and i'm super thankful it wasn't stolen. i mean, not that it was there for everyone to see. *whew* i'd be dead right now of somebody had stolen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we bought numerous new dvds to watch. of course they were fake. but pretty good. we were only able to watch two of them today as our eyes would be totally strained had we watched another one. we watched the amityville horror and madagascar both of which were just plain ok. not great and not bad. it was really stupid, the synopsis of the amityville horror in its back cover. i mean it pretty much wrote the whole idea, yes, including the ending. but the movie itself? hmm so-so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10829955-111798465576004833?l=summersweetness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/feeds/111798465576004833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10829955&amp;postID=111798465576004833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111798465576004833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111798465576004833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/2005/06/oops.html' title='oops'/><author><name>mm_on_fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13720589176536322269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-111747029413184687</id><published>2005-05-31T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T00:24:54.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotness</title><content type='html'>...no, not the weather. okay, so maybe a little. okay, fine, yes, the weather. but there's another thing. i was watching the tv show LOST on axn several weeks ago because i can't sleep. i saw this guy, he's very..attractive. ian somerhalder. rather, hot. &lt;img src="http://www.myfilestash.com/userfiles/summ3r/laway.gif" border="0"&gt; i took alot of his pictures from the internet. he's so gwapo talaga. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos14.flickr.com/16447655_e4a417f791_m.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't he attractive?haha. :D oh..yeah. i think tom cruise is really old na. like REALLY old. he's past-40 and THAT's really old. and old is "really old" is kinda gross. even to have a crush on.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like my new layout. it's pink. harhar. and blue and semi-transparent. hehe. i don't know. i just like it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was talking to my dear friend cacs just a few minutes ago and it's funny when i was trying to tell her that i find ian somerhalder cute, i couldn't tell her who since i don't know if she knew who he is. i tried so hard to describe him to her and i gave up after a while telling her that he starred in life as a house and it turns out, she knew him and found him cute too. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10829955-111747029413184687?l=summersweetness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/feeds/111747029413184687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10829955&amp;postID=111747029413184687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111747029413184687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111747029413184687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/2005/05/hotness.html' title='Hotness'/><author><name>mm_on_fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13720589176536322269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-111711052967509787</id><published>2005-05-26T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T20:35:13.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Results are up.</title><content type='html'>i'm half disappointed with the reality show results i got. haha. the contender finale aired live last night on axn. finally. it turned out may fight pa c Jesse Brinkley and Alfonso Gomez for the bronze title. Jesse performed WAY better than his previous fights when kulang na lang ma-KO sha. but unfortunately, he lost. yes, again. but it's ok kc i really like Alfonso and i seriously thought he could win the whole show. but Jesse's reaction to his loss was priceless for me. it's the most pitiful thing next to Anthony Federov's during one of his performances in AI4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of AI4. it also ended. this morning. Carrie won. grr. i would really want to watch it more if Bo Bice won. well it was a LOOONG finale although it also ran for two hours like The Contender. yun lang masasabi ko about American Idol 4. oh, and Bo and Carrie were really lucky that their season was sponsored by Ford so they both got cars at the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10829955-111711052967509787?l=summersweetness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/feeds/111711052967509787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10829955&amp;postID=111711052967509787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111711052967509787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111711052967509787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/2005/05/results-are-up.html' title='The Results are up.'/><author><name>mm_on_fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13720589176536322269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-111685781306705043</id><published>2005-05-23T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T22:16:53.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Summer Vacation is Drawing to a Close.</title><content type='html'>i'm so sad. summer's nearly over. it's just a bummer and i only realized that after i enrolled for the next term this morning. it was very quick and easy but what bugged me alot was that we have to take another physical examination for the new year. oh gross. i don't even want to remember what happened the first time. elinor and i were scheduled to take that on june 29--that's a school day. i promised myself i was going to take the whole day off since the physical exam would probably take the first period (we haven't got our schedules yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jesse brinkley lost to sergio mora. yes, it means Sergio Mora will be fighting with the underserving Peter Manfredo, Jr. for a million dollars. tough luck for jesse. i pity him. he's okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10829955-111685781306705043?l=summersweetness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/feeds/111685781306705043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10829955&amp;postID=111685781306705043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111685781306705043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111685781306705043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/2005/05/summer-vacation-is-drawing-to-close.html' title='The Summer Vacation is Drawing to a Close.'/><author><name>mm_on_fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13720589176536322269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-111675178833694650</id><published>2005-05-22T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T16:49:48.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friendster bulletins</title><content type='html'>i dint really fancy answering friendster bulletins then, like surveys but i guess when you're experiencing a summer THIS boring there pretty much is nothing to do. so i waste a part of my boring time to answer surveys. &lt;u&gt;it's really weird and a bit annoying though that most of the time that i find sarcasm amusing as answers to some questions, some people answer the same survey after i did and won't change MY answers.&lt;/u&gt; there was even once that one of my friendster-buddies posted a bulletin having a go at somebody who allegedly "copied" her bulletin answer when she did it herself from my bulletin. a few days ago i thought of answering another one and as always, i was a bit sarcastic. why? because some of the questions were stupid. like, "what is your horoscope?" well, of course i know what it means but it's not actually your fortune-horoscope they're asking, right? it's supposed to be your ZODIAC SIGN. anyway, so then i posted it then a few minutes ago, i read another one of my friendster-buddies' posts because i thought it might be interesting to answer since she said it was weird. i read it only to find out she answered what i previously posted (which was what the purpose of posting bulletins.) &lt;u&gt;BUT there were some questions which she dint change my answers. i was, honestly, kinda pissed. i mean, can't she make her own?&lt;/u&gt; it's just exasperating on my part since they were answers made by me. thought by me. my own wisecracks or whatever they are called. &lt;u&gt;see what i mean?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u hope they would just beat it. find answers on their own. not from other people. hehe :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10829955-111675178833694650?l=summersweetness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/feeds/111675178833694650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10829955&amp;postID=111675178833694650&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111675178833694650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111675178833694650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/2005/05/friendster-bulletins.html' title='friendster bulletins'/><author><name>mm_on_fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13720589176536322269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-111626274849499587</id><published>2005-05-16T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T01:02:51.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so undeserving</title><content type='html'>Peter Manfredo, jr.'s contender win tonight isn't really what he should deserve. here's what i think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He was the first one beaten EVER. so what if he made a comeback? it was just luck that brought him there--that Jeff Fraza had to quit because of chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* His "first comeback fight" with miguel espino was good but he was only just a point away from miguel. it was a 47-48 score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He did win a car for a reward challenge. but it was effortless. fortunately for him, joey gilbert purposefully stopped right in front of the line without crossing it, so as to give the reward to peter manfredo, jr. who was in second place then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He won over joey gilbert during their match, and it was again, his luck that the fight had to be stopped since joey gilbert suffered a nasty headbutt accidentally. oh, and it was a split decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just so unfair. i love alfonso gomez. he's like my constantine, only in the contender. so he's called the underdog, but he's really good. AND peter manfredo almost fell twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and somebody told us that the finals would be peter manfredo, jr vs. sergio mora. so mora's okay but i like jesse brinkley and alfonso gomez better. it's just so unfair for me, every reality show i've watched since the amazing race 6 was quite unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Amazing Race 6 -- Kris and Jon were the most deserving team but Freddy and Kendra won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. American Idol -- Constantine was out of the contest and i don't like Bo, Carrie or Vonzell though they're all okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Amazing Race 7 -- Uchenna and Joyce won, which was okay, but i was gunning for Rob and Amber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Fear Factor -- the latest one i've watched. i was hoping the girl would win but the guy did. although he's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Of course, The Contender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Survivor Palau -- i really liked Ian to win but Tom the fire fighter did and it was okay although i was really hoping it would be Ian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so pissed of all the results i've been receiving from all reality shows i've been watching. can it be any more unfair?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10829955-111626274849499587?l=summersweetness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/feeds/111626274849499587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10829955&amp;postID=111626274849499587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111626274849499587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111626274849499587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-undeserving.html' title='so undeserving'/><author><name>mm_on_fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13720589176536322269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-111609401392608697</id><published>2005-05-15T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T02:06:53.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grumble.</title><content type='html'>i started to RE-read the order of the phoenix again two-three days ago since our internet was down. i had already finished it so i'm beginning to feel bored again. as usual. well, the story was really sad, sadder than it was the first time i read it since i hadn't really read it thorougly that time. this time, i did. i had learned alot of new words, words which i dint understand then, words that i dint take a little portion of my time to look at it's meaning in a dictionary. this time, i also did. it really embarasses me to NOT know some of these words since i really think i could have known that way before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETHARGIC: without energy; inanimate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OSTRACIZE: to exclude or shun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DERELICT: abandoned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAROXYSM: a sudden outburst of feelings or actions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOAD: something that spurs a person; stimulus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you see, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix can't be so understood by lil kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10829955-111609401392608697?l=summersweetness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/feeds/111609401392608697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10829955&amp;postID=111609401392608697&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111609401392608697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111609401392608697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/2005/05/grumble.html' title='grumble.'/><author><name>mm_on_fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13720589176536322269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-111582244329009233</id><published>2005-05-11T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T22:40:43.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, that's good.</title><content type='html'>so Uchenna and Joyce won the amazing race 7. it's okay, anyway, Rob and Amber both have their own money from survivor. actually, though i'm not THAT into Uchenna and Joyce..but they deserved it just as much as Rob and Amber did..for their EFFORT, of course. so, whatever about that. i'll just be waiting for the next amazing race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some few weeks ago, denise and i were counting how many people would we put in our list of good vocalists+guitarists. it wasn't really hard to enumerate some at first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff049f;"&gt;DENISE: "Si Goo Goo Dolls."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966cc;"&gt;MM: "Sige. Si Chris Carrabba rin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff049f;"&gt;DENISE: "Hmm..Pwede ba si Adam Levine?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966cc;"&gt;MM: "Ewan ko, picture lang kasi yun eh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(It turned out, we were able to catch him using the guitar in Maroon 5's Top of the Pops performance..it wasn't impressive, so, no, he's not on the list.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff049f;"&gt;DENISE: "Sige, si John Mayer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966cc;"&gt;MM: "O sige na nga, kahot ayaw ko sha."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff049f;"&gt;DENISE: "Sino pa ba? eh c Ryan Cabrera?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9966cc;"&gt;MM: "HOY HINDI KASAMA YUN AH!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, yeah. sorry to Ryan Cabrera lovers but there's just something about him i find really BADUY. oh, too bad i don't see Brandon Boyd. i wish he does. and it won't matter if he's not as good as he should be. he would definitely be IN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10829955-111582244329009233?l=summersweetness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/feeds/111582244329009233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10829955&amp;postID=111582244329009233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111582244329009233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111582244329009233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/2005/05/okay-thats-good.html' title='Okay, that&apos;s good.'/><author><name>mm_on_fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13720589176536322269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-111548624547226145</id><published>2005-05-08T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T01:17:25.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Contender overload</title><content type='html'>recently, me and my younger sisters have been talking about "The Contender" almost every hour. after watching that show for the past weeks, i think we are talking the contender out of our ears. it doesn't stop. we were in rp this afternoon and while in astrovision, denise and i were rating our very own top 10 hot guys. of course, who else but &lt;span style="color:#ff049f;"&gt;Tom Cruise&lt;/span&gt; is number ONE on our list.&lt;br /&gt;we couldn't help but think of Contenders to put on our list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Tom Cruise --&gt; no-brainer&lt;br /&gt;2 Brad Pitt --&gt; oh, duh, when is he NOT hot?&lt;br /&gt;3 Jon Jonsson --&gt; manhunt winner, doi.&lt;br /&gt;4 Kevin Peak --&gt; manhunt "spy"&lt;br /&gt;5 ---&lt;br /&gt;6 ---&lt;br /&gt;7 ---&lt;br /&gt;8 ---&lt;br /&gt;9 ---&lt;br /&gt;10 --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ultimately, we haven't made up our minds with the rest, right? but we have pending guys. yes, two of the contenders (Jimmy Lange and Jesse Brinkley); Hugh Jackman; Chris Evans; Keanu Reeves (his rumored gay personality bugs me alot); Orlando Bloom as Legolas. and the reason why Legolas isn't on the list, considering his Über cute look, is that his body isn't quite what we would actually call "hot." same with Jimmy Lange, although you gotta have a nice body to be a real good boxer, we didn't think he really HAS it. Jesse Brinkley, on the other hand, HAS it but we just hate his attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that's left for me to say right now is:&lt;br /&gt;MARIAH CAREY NEEDS TO QUIT. i feel sympathy for the younger guy in her vid. mariah is like his older older older sister. she's old and she must face it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10829955-111548624547226145?l=summersweetness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/feeds/111548624547226145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10829955&amp;postID=111548624547226145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111548624547226145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111548624547226145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/2005/05/contender-overload.html' title='The Contender overload'/><author><name>mm_on_fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13720589176536322269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-111531131372755516</id><published>2005-05-05T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T00:41:53.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY, HE WAS OVERTIME.</title><content type='html'>i'm talking about scott from american idol. not that i still watch it as hard as i did before constantine left, but scott had been there for too long. his voice wasn't anything special for me. he's actually pretty boring, i think. i'm really satisfied with the result this week. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also happy with my new layout since i spent one and a half days doing that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to watch the next episode of THE CONTENDER. i can't wait to see Anthony Bosante get his ugly ass kicked by Jesse Brinkley. i really don't like Jesse Brinkley, though, since he was the one who "masterplanned" ishe's "downfall." but i like him WAY better than anthony bosante because he gives me the impression of our Über-stupid ex-driver wilson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, yesterday, i went with denise to st.paul because she enrolled. i felt sick inside there. i really can't tell why. hehe. and on the way home we passed by uerm and i saw my crush! well, no. just his friends. hehe. that's about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10829955-111531131372755516?l=summersweetness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/feeds/111531131372755516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10829955&amp;postID=111531131372755516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111531131372755516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111531131372755516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/2005/05/finally-he-was-overtime.html' title='FINALLY, HE WAS OVERTIME.'/><author><name>mm_on_fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13720589176536322269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-111497163388319866</id><published>2005-05-02T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T02:20:33.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the car ride from hell part 2</title><content type='html'>it's a boring night. so we decided to watch The Pacifier in SM. we were driving along the traffic taft avenue when the adventure began. ate niki began to scream because of a big cockroach, which, by the way, is our worst fear. omg it ran across our windshield every now and then as mommy tried to flip it off with the wipers. it ran ALL AROUND THE CAR WINDOWS!! oh it was so scary but kinda fun too. we would move side to side whenever the roach was in our window. haha. it took a pretty long time before we finally lost sight of that roach. what's even sillier than what we were doing inside the care was how we got out of the car. so obviously we don't know where the roach was so we flew out as fast as we possibly can. like lightning. hehe that's what happens when adrenalin rushes all over you from fear and a bit of exitement. now i find it really funny but it was scary when it was actually happening.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pacifier wasn't as funny as i was hoping it be but it was really funny to see vin diesel in a role like that. it was like total contrast. har-har.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't gotten over the whole constantine's-out-of-american-idol yet. but i feel much better just reading how people dislike scott savol as i did in the teentalk forum. har-har.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10829955-111497163388319866?l=summersweetness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/feeds/111497163388319866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10829955&amp;postID=111497163388319866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111497163388319866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111497163388319866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/2005/05/car-ride-from-hell-part-2.html' title='the car ride from hell part 2'/><author><name>mm_on_fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13720589176536322269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-111467790541232117</id><published>2005-04-28T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T16:45:05.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY WHY WHY????</title><content type='html'>i hate it!!!!Constantine went home from American Idol today. How could they do that to him? he's so good, based on his over-all performance. i think they should judge them better, not basing their votes wholly on last night's performance. yeah, i know he kinda sucked last night but it doesn't mean they shouldn't vote for him any more. i could've cried when he lost!! not because my 5-peso bet was on him but i think he really deserves to win. he's good, in fact he is great. but unfortunately, he lost. i can't believe scott was on the higher group. he didn't really suck but i though he was pitchy and boring. REALLY BORING. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. this is the worst American Idol show ever. hehe &lt;img src="http://www.myfilestash.com/userfiles/summ3r/sad.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10829955-111467790541232117?l=summersweetness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/feeds/111467790541232117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10829955&amp;postID=111467790541232117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111467790541232117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111467790541232117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/2005/04/why-why-why.html' title='WHY WHY WHY????'/><author><name>mm_on_fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13720589176536322269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-111450723923703229</id><published>2005-04-26T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T17:20:39.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i like it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to &lt;i&gt;the Fourth Level of Hell!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here is how you matched up against all the levels:&lt;br&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" style="margin: 5px; background-color: #000000; border: none; font: 10pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif';"&gt;&lt;tr style="font: bold 12pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Level&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220033; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#0" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Purgatory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Repenting Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #110022; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#1" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 1 - Limbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Virtuous Non-Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#2" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Lustful)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #330011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#3" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Gluttonous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #440011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#4" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Prodigal and Avaricious)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #550011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#5" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Wrathful and Gloomy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #660011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#6" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 6 - The City of Dis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Heretics)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #770011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#7" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Violent)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #880011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#8" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 8- the Malebolge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #990011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#9" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 9 - Cocytus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Treacherous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv"&gt;Dante's Inferno Hell Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10829955-111450723923703229?l=summersweetness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/feeds/111450723923703229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10829955&amp;postID=111450723923703229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111450723923703229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111450723923703229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-like-it.html' title='i like it.'/><author><name>mm_on_fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13720589176536322269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-111443989587893627</id><published>2005-04-25T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T23:13:45.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Contender</title><content type='html'>Ishe lost. &lt;img src="http://www.myfilestash.com/userfiles/summ3r/sad.gif"&gt; not that he's who i stick with but he was just really kawawa, 4 out of the 7 of them were against him: voted ahmed in to get him under ishe's skin. darn, ishe lost to sergio. i was hoping jimmy lange would be voted back in para may good and cute boxer. &lt;img src="http://www.myfilestash.com/userfiles/summ3r/laugh.gif"&gt; oh well,it's over, he's out a week ago pa.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at the bright side, alfonso beat the ever-so arrogant ahmed kaddour, who was, towards the end of the show, was a little more un-arrogant. i found him nice actually because i considered the fact that he knew a little english and even asked sergio mora to read to him a very personal letter. but ultimately, alfonso gomez was still hard to beat. i enjoyed the back-to-back episodes very much--fair games. &lt;img src="http://www.myfilestash.com/userfiles/summ3r/smile.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10829955-111443989587893627?l=summersweetness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/feeds/111443989587893627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10829955&amp;postID=111443989587893627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111443989587893627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111443989587893627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/2005/04/contender.html' title='The Contender'/><author><name>mm_on_fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13720589176536322269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-111425031341494739</id><published>2005-04-23T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T23:14:20.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the car ride from HELL</title><content type='html'>this half-day would have gone very fine, considering that i was able to wake up earlier than expected without feeling annoyed that i had to get up. i thought i was going to fetch my mom from Pan Pacific 11am today and when i got up to take a shower, i saw her in the room so i thought, "Oh great." i tried to sleep again but it wouldn't work anymore. &lt;img src="http://www.myfilestash.com/userfiles/summ3r/sad.gif"&gt; after lunch we walked upto pan pacific because i wanted to buy coffee from gloria jean's and that's where it is so we did. it went fine, everything else did until...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until we went to the grocery to buy fruits for tomorrow's grandparents' visit. mei-mei was a total bitch the whole time!!!! she would have tantrums and both denise and i would so hate her until mom would start yakkity-yakking. grrrr. i hate it! so the whole journey home was like hell. mommy was talking NON-STOP. and it's all MEi-Mei's fault.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10829955-111425031341494739?l=summersweetness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/feeds/111425031341494739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10829955&amp;postID=111425031341494739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111425031341494739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111425031341494739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/2005/04/car-ride-from-hell.html' title='the car ride from &lt;font color=red&gt;HELL&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>mm_on_fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13720589176536322269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-111416889081687329</id><published>2005-04-22T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T19:21:30.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendster Blogs.</title><content type='html'>Eversince friendster finally actually released released their blogging service, my mail gets all these messages telling me that some of my friendster friends have started their own. i had also set up my own blog there last march but it was too boring for me. i mean you could customize it too..only if you pay for a fee. but i guess it's ok for other people. just not me. hehe &lt;img src="http://www.myfilestash.com/userfiles/summ3r/laugh.gif"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished answering a really dumb survey. i mean when do you ever ask if somebody knows how to become a vampire? that's really crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10829955-111416889081687329?l=summersweetness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/feeds/111416889081687329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10829955&amp;postID=111416889081687329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111416889081687329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111416889081687329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/2005/04/friendster-blogs.html' title='Friendster Blogs.'/><author><name>mm_on_fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13720589176536322269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-111408948607650696</id><published>2005-04-21T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T21:45:06.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so cute, puro dashboard confessional </title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;form action="http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=" method="post"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dddd88;"&gt;Which Band Should You Be In?&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.couplandesque.net"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dddd88;"&gt;couplandesque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;input value="Martha M. Tan" name="Your Name"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Band Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Role&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Guitarist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Trademark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Extreme Good Looks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love Interest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Girl Who Works At Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="couplandesque" name="un"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1060701205" name="meme"&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://memegen.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dddd88;"&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;form action="http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=" method="post"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dddd88;"&gt;what emo/pop-punk band will you join?&lt;br /&gt;by thexbradley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;username:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;input value="Martha M. Tan" name="username:"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;band you join:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dashboard Confessional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;instrument you play:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;band you tour with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Senses Fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;years you are in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;band:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px 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src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-111357520287037689</id><published>2005-04-15T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T22:34:49.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laugh.laugh.laugh.</title><content type='html'>i'm happy today. this day's full of crazy laughs. we've played dictionary games and harry potter games as well. it was really fun, no, not the questions but how we acted! we were so immature and we crack eachother up! we had out-of-this-world answers. this is like the first time we did this since summer started. &lt;img src="http://www.myfilestash.com/userfiles/summ3r/smile.gif"&gt; i'm laughing so hard tonight i might cry tomorrow. hehehe &lt;img src="http://www.myfilestash.com/userfiles/summ3r/laugh.gif"&gt; though there isn't really anything to cry about when i think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10829955-111357520287037689?l=summersweetness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/feeds/111357520287037689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10829955&amp;postID=111357520287037689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111357520287037689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10829955/posts/default/111357520287037689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summersweetness.blogspot.com/2005/04/laughlaughlaugh.html' title='laugh.laugh.laugh.'/><author><name>mm_on_fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13720589176536322269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-111350038010829863</id><published>2005-04-15T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T01:39:40.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY</title><content type='html'>finally, i'm done with hunger. maybe not totally but at least i've eaten great food by mom. well lately i haven't been thinking alot. so "happenings in my life" are not so available. grrr i have to wake up early tomorrow because my mom's asking me to get my shobe's card from her school. as if i could say "no." well actually, i could. but through a joke. maybe it becomes an obligation to follow her because of "utang na loob." enough about family-stuff. i hate going to school, yeah, but part of me's excited to go back since i get to go out with friends kahit for 1 hour or less lang. *sigh* i miss them, lalo na knowing that we're probably not blockmates anymore. sana sila parin blockmates ko. i don't want to make new friends from new blockmates anymore. i'm tired of it. the first time during my move to holy spirit was tough, moving to highschool wasn't since all of my friends were going to the same school as i was, but first year college was TOUGHER than any other. so to sum it all up, i'm gonna repeat it--i want my 1E blockmates to still be my blockmates next semester!! and i've already made great friends..i don't want to find new ones. i just hope i'd still have my 1E great friends next semester. kahit isa lang. *sigh*&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, joketime's just a crush but i also miss seeing his face every other day. i mean he became part of my M-W-F routine. now, i have a new routine, in fact it became a DAILY ROUTINE. i bore myself, eat, bore myself, sleep. that's it. you know, what i really don't like about myself in the inside is why i crush on guys who have ALOT of girls/gays(if any) throwing themselves at the boy's feet. the guys who don't have that much people running after them are not exactly the type i'm looking for. they tend to be unattractive to me. but being a "heartthrob" is not what attracts me to the guy. it's just the plain, old physical appearance. most people are born that way and some are very lucky to get the person of their dreams feeling the same way. unfortunately, i'm not one of them. maybe i was able to do that before but now that i'm older it seems different. it became more difficult and it's hard for me. i'm someone who's ready to fall in love anytime. and long ago, i have fallen out. i'm ready to fall back in, with someone new, of course. well i'm thinking i must be in love with love itself, in love with having a boyfriend than in love with a boyfriend. yeah, that must be my problem and i'm making an effort to change that because i know that's bad. and i don't want to be bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-111347286743383483</id><published>2005-04-14T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T18:01:07.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>palatable and so refined</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="tahoma"&gt;Mcdonald's French fries. aren't they? i'm actually craving for them right now. i'm missing all of the days i go to mcdonald's in recto during breaktimes. well, i don't really know if that's the real reason because another reason might be that i'm just so hungry and the first food i thought of was mcdonald's french fries. gosh, i'm so freakin hungry right now. my mom's already inviting us for dinner, this early. but it's fine with me because i might be dying with hunger if i wait until 8pm.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/k54hzc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10829955.post-111341261750173060</id><published>2005-04-14T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T01:22:05.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Trying</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about moving to blogger now, since i am finally able to understand it. haha&lt;img src="http://www.myfilestash.com/userfiles/summ3r/bleh.gif"&gt; Yeah, this is an old account. i tried to use it before but i dint quite get it. i tend to mess it up. and why i finaly understood the editing-stuff about blogger? from the boredom i get this summer. grabe, boredom can really be overwhelming pala. i really have nothing to do lang this summer so i had alot of time to figure blogger out. and i think i like it more since i can do whatever i want. xa*ga doesn't quite offer that--you still have to follow some placings blah, blah, blah. my sister denise thinks of moving too, but not here. she'd rather move to tab*las.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;SALAMAT, TAPOS NA LAHAT NG PROBLEMA KO SA SCHOOL.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or not. i'm really not sure. i mean i got my deliberation paper that says i passed but i can't stop thinking about my clearance. it turns out i have one missing signature and i think that's for Philosophy. i don't know why i don't have that because i was there the day he signed the clearances and i'm absolutely sure my paper was with him, together with the rest of the class. but i still passed my clearance anyway, having it signed by everyone except the dean. i sure hope they won't notice what i lack there.&lt;img src="http://www.myfilestash.com/userfiles/summ3r/worry.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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