<?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-10957470</id><updated>2012-01-20T18:37:22.650+08:00</updated><category term='salisi'/><category term='Highschool'/><category term='sad'/><category term='edward kuno'/><category term='poem'/><category term='elevator'/><category term='Andrey Silva'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='Iglesia ni Cristo'/><category term='daniel radcliffe'/><category term='song'/><category term='sophomore'/><category term='freshman'/><category term='lockerboi69'/><category term='breaking dawn'/><category term='dialogue'/><category term='wu chun'/><category term='picture'/><category term='prom'/><category term='gloom'/><category term='survey'/><category term='dorm days'/><category term='drummerboy'/><category term='uaap'/><category term='gelden'/><category term='movie review'/><category term='heartache'/><category term='96th Anniversary'/><category term='story'/><category term='harry potter'/><category term='ojt'/><category term='inc'/><category term='crush'/><category term='random'/><category term='erano manalo'/><category term='college'/><category term='hate'/><category term='18bday'/><category term='pnk'/><category term='CEM'/><category term='angry'/><category term='bday'/><category term='december'/><category term='laguna'/><category term='hana kimi'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='blog birthday'/><category term='gg'/><category term='blog fame'/><category term='ka erdy'/><category term='red luna'/><category term='new skin'/><category term='video blog'/><title type='text'>Jumpstart my Kaleidoscope Heart</title><subtitle type='html'>Love to watch the colors fade.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>312</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-7615308429531418443</id><published>2011-09-20T17:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T18:10:11.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger, my friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Woah. The whole Blogger did improve and yes, very unfortunately, just after I left. Haha. So why am I here? Why am I making a post here rather than in my supposedly new blog? Well, imma blog personal:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesternight, instead of finishing Mockingjay (oh yeah, the last book in the series of Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins) I suddenly thought of reading my blogger account (this) and relive the moments when this blog used to be my bestfriend. (Awww.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And guess what, I was reading for like two hours. I don't know why but I still feel that I could always impart here the real me (which I believe would take long for my tumblr to reach) Well, ever since I created this, my aim was really to inspire others by sharing what my day in details. As for tumblr, the reason was actually to earn through blogging. After reading posts from here last night, I was thinking of what if I continued writing here from personal point of view and just set tumblr for the earning part. Then I realize that it wasn't really necessary because I do not have that much followers. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But you know, I can never really throw away the 6 years of stories I have imparted with this blog. That's why I do not even delete it. I had the theme customized before finally deciding to abandon it. Its like a journal in the thrash bin, really. And I can't help but save it from there and whisk the dust out of it. Despite the&amp;nbsp;gapped&amp;nbsp;posts that finally went to once-a-month posts, this blog has still the same enchantment of like the fragrant smell of a parchment, still wanting you to pick up the pen, and feel its surface, again and again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So thank you Blogger. For always reminding me I had good days, despite those days that were never written, I will forever thought of you as my savior of my adolescence.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whenever I do jot down my thoughts here, it still feels like I am writing on a personal diary. Just me. No pretending. No sounding like I am some kind of a blogger celebrity. No traces of adulthood. Just the kid in me. Just me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And you know,&lt;i&gt; that's the part I do and will forever miss&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Someday I know I would be grateful for blog...and I know someday I would also regret how I never detailed the latest days. &lt;i&gt;April 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I now blog at: &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;http://rehinagrasia.tumblr.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And no, this will not be updated if you are thinking that was what I have come to realize. I just missed this blog and all those days we've shared. So maybe I might start doing the same thing with tumblr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-7615308429531418443?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/7615308429531418443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=7615308429531418443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/7615308429531418443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/7615308429531418443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2011/09/blogger-my-friend.html' title='Blogger, my friend.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-2466045416126854714</id><published>2011-07-11T18:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T19:00:20.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So the move began.</title><content type='html'>Hi guys. I moved to the new:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rehinagrasia.tumblr.com/"&gt;rehinagrasia.tumblr.com. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was all set, I believe. My old tumblr account now has a domain of &lt;a href="http://rehinagrasia-reblogs.tumblr.com/"&gt;rehinagrasia-reblogs.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;. First one is a personal blog. And the other is more of a reblog from other tumblr users :) I chose tumblr (although I hoped I chose wordpress now since wordpress coders are very much in demand on online jobs ;_; lulz ) so that I can track followers. Haha. Arte lang. And so that I could easily reblog cute stuffs in there when I do not have something in mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhoo, I hope you both follow it. Thanks! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-2466045416126854714?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/2466045416126854714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=2466045416126854714&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/2466045416126854714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/2466045416126854714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-move-began.html' title='So the move began.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-1040142655039686212</id><published>2011-05-02T21:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T21:48:06.595+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video blog'/><title type='text'>My Grad Video Blog! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, after having a lot of troubles uploading this video on Youtube, tadaaa! Here's something to sum up everything since March! Haha. Our school days have been really irregular since February so I didn't have time to spill what we were really doing. Plus, this blog had been inactive lately, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The 12-minute video starts from our 1st day practice up to the grad day itself :) I wished to had our CS Night recorded, but being the busy girl and 'aligaga' that night, I forgot the presence of my camera. Well, here's something to update my blog...aaand something to remind me of my college days! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Errr...there have been FAIL scenes. Like the shaky parts. HAHA. Sarreh. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lK6mUUZ6qe4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Congratulations everyone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thanks to my parents. Without them, I have never been to college nor a mere student.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thanks to my friends and classmates and inspirations! I will surely miss you! No words can explain how much I am thankful to meet all of you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My org mates in my 3 orgs! I would miss leading and being led by a group of fellow brethrens everyday :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank you school uniform and ID for reminding me that I have been to college. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dorm days are really over :( Thanks for teaching me to live independently.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank you Central Temple for being the sole place I ran to during sad times. I will surely miss dropping by. :')&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank you to all my mentors (ministers and school officials) for being, well, a mentor. Hehe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And thank you to my professors who have been with me on my 4-year journey :) Unlimited thank you's are not enough to express my gratitude to all of you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Glory be to God!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now its time to do some 'work'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. Planning to move over WordPresszzzz. *thinks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-1040142655039686212?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/1040142655039686212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=1040142655039686212&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/1040142655039686212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/1040142655039686212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-grad-video-blog.html' title='My Grad Video Blog! :)'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lK6mUUZ6qe4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-4262453733070064088</id><published>2011-03-05T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:12:28.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When today I should be blogging the most...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi blog. Yes, I skipped days and weeks again before opening you. Nakakamiss yung halos everyday updated ka :| Kung kelan dapat ako nagbblog and nagttake down ng memories saka ako nagiging busy hindi kita ma-open. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, here's an update. Im graduating na. More or less one month na lang. Im not assuming anymore. Pag umuuwi nga ko galing school, lagi kong iniisip na FOUR YEARS na yon. As in 4 YEARS na pala. Napakadaming nangyari. Ups and down. Happy and sad. As in lahat ganun lang kabilis. Minsan napapa-emo na nga ako eh. Lahat ng ginagawa ko ngayon mamimiss ko. Counted na lang kaya ung mga ginagawa ko as a student. Sooner, working world na.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ikaw, 6 years ka na. Haha. Ganun ka na katagal. At napakarami mo na ding alam. I always say na ikaw ang makakapagpaalala ng maraming bagay sakin. :') Lalo nung 2ndyear College ako na pinaka-happiest moment ng buhay ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nervous lang siguro ako now kasi Im ending a chapter of my life. Lagi akong napapaisip. As in simula kabataan ko naiisip ko... kung pano ko tignan yung mga taong nagwowork. Ngayon, malapit na ko maging isa sa kanila. And siyempre, lahat ng petix mode, iiwan ko na. Because I have to make a living to live. Ewan ko. haha. I am even making this post more on tagalog kasi iba talaga pakiramdam ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I matured so much. Minsan, I read my archives and never thought I thought that way. Malapit na matapos ang buhay teenager (although in mg age it ended already months ago). I mean, yung perception ko dapat maiba na. Ngayon pa lang grabe nae-emo na ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ayoko iwan yung buhay studyante ko. Feeling ko di pa ko ready. :'( Madami pa ko gustong patunayan. Madami pa kong gustong gawin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the other side, gusto ko na din naman maexperience ang working world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Argh. Plus heart issues ba kamo? Nakakatamad na lang main-lab eh. Pano, kung ganito kagulo sitwasyon sino pa ba magttyaga sa ganito? Magulo. Kanya kanya ding buhay. Saka na lang tong part na to pag sigurado na kong ayos na ko sa sarili ko. Hindi yung pinagpipilitan natin na wala naman sa tamang panahon (tomo xD ). Pero ciempre, I will always look forward to that day when I will meet my other half. Yun na ung susunod sa chapter ng buhay ko kasabay ang working world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sana lang talaga, that time, OK na lahat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Goodnight. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-4262453733070064088?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/4262453733070064088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=4262453733070064088&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/4262453733070064088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/4262453733070064088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-today-i-should-be-blogging-most.html' title='When today I should be blogging the most...'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-8119427188902216761</id><published>2011-01-12T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T22:25:39.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Oh Blog My dear.... :'(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi blog. Its been again, as usual, a while since my last post. :( After updating you, I began abandoning you (almost) again. And here I am, at my depressed state and I come to no one and shed tears but to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, there have been some pretty stuffs lately. And hey, in case you didn't notice, you're turning 5 on 17 :'). Its already 2011 and yes, I missed telling you my 20th bday, my PNK Pasalamat, my Globe Internship, my 4th Year 1st sem hiatus, my on-the-spot Tswift Syndrome, my holidays and new yr. :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry dear. But as you know, since my students days are almost over in a past few months, I am really looking forward that before 2012 I would land on a decent job and by my 21st bday I would have my own earnings. I look much this year. Because as you do not really know, my 2010 was tragic. And all stuffs that had happened that year were all kept secret. So if you're wondering why my posts aren't so much last year, that's why. I was sad dear. I was really really sad :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tonight I just want to blurt it all out to you as I confide to no one but to God and you. (Great, that rhymes. hehe. ) It just breaks my heart whenever I think about all of the stuff and time that just slipped off me. I always ask myself, "Was there something really wrong?". I do not know how to deal already. It was as if I did not prepare for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tonight, like I to you, I was abandoned by the love of my life. The love of my 3 years. The love of my heart. My first love. And just like that he returned to my bare hands my heart, shattered and broken, aided by bandages of our love affair I do not know if I still want to treasure. :'( Every night he doesn't know I pray that one day he'll realize I could have been the girl, the girl he would want to be with forever. Treating him as my prince wasn't a love story, but a tragic affair. &lt;/3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I felt like just writing everything and everything so I would not be reminded of the 365th, my sleepless night where in contrast he would soundly sleep, my puffy red eyes in the morning, monthsaries not shared and splits, special occasions not remembered, dates arguing... everything bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I only want to remember everything nice. Those nice afternoon panata days, the late-night walks and meet-ups, morning shuttle ride and innocent smiles. I want him to be remembered as the man of the future who had treated me a ride with his white horse and not the prince who left me bitterly in the forsaken fortress far far away....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To YOU who made everything I AM TODAY..... I will show you my heart one day, fragile again, like it used to be when you first caressed it. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-8119427188902216761?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/8119427188902216761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=8119427188902216761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/8119427188902216761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/8119427188902216761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-blog-my-dear.html' title='Oh Blog My dear.... :&apos;('/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-709062516353214704</id><published>2010-11-30T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T23:10:10.501+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><title type='text'>December Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Omaygaaaaaahhhh. Hahaha. I am just counting what? About less than an hour for the December days!!! Yey!!! :) My much anticipated days of the year. A&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s in feeling ko, buong December, bday ko because of the holidays!!&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess masyado akong happy ngayon coz I saw my crush. Hahaha. Crush ko nung nagINC live. Well kasi... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[wow, nagkwento ako ulit xD]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hm, ganito. I was one of the receptionists in INC live last Oct 31. I was actually welcoming guests. So pasulat ng name and lokal, ganyan. Then, I think mga bandang after lunch, dumating &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;cia.&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Siya nga&lt;/span&gt;. IDK. Di ko naman trip maghanap ng pogi that time. Hm. He's cute. Period. Haha. Coz he reminded me of someone I knew and liked before. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it. After nun, this 2nd sem, since I have much night classes, I go home late and usually, I walked along the Central Ave with my friends. And just biglaan lang, nakita ko siya. As in naka-magic barong. Grabe. Di na ba talaga ko tatantanan ng mga nakabaronggay na yan. :( Apat na taon na ko sa school parang lahat ng gwapo nakabarong na lang! Grabe, gusto ko ng normal na buhay! Hahaha. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after nun. Wala lang. Haha. I just felt happy kasi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it has been 2 years since I last posted of my kilig moments&lt;/span&gt;. Nakakamiss ung mga ganun na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you wait for someone to appear&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;As in nakakamiss&lt;/span&gt;. And yung mga moments na hindi mo alam kung anu ba talaga gagawin. :) I saw him kanina. They were waiting for a shuttle ride. Nakakatuwa un ah. Kelangan talaga nagkakalabitan sila? xD Hahaha. Nakakamiss makakita ng ganun. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, its been a long weekend last time and I just felt so fulfilled because my 3day weekend was spent to my church duty. Ala-Amazing Race. My legs are hurting today actually. Alalay lang sa lakad. Para na ko magcocollapse sa sakit. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhu. Anyway, Im looking forward tomorrow cos its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;DECEMBER&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! :) Weee~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-709062516353214704?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/709062516353214704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=709062516353214704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/709062516353214704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/709062516353214704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/11/december-days.html' title='December Days'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-831959320901490650</id><published>2010-11-22T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T23:28:33.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Sometimes love just ain't enough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qdzbjUWu2VU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough - Patti Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;listen to this.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I don't want to lose you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;but I don't want to use you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;just to have somebody by my side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't want to hate you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't want to take you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;but I don't want to be the one to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that don't really matter to anyone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;But like a fool I keep losing my place&lt;br /&gt;and I keep seeing you walk through that door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's a danger in loving somebody too much,&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's sad when you know it's your heart you can't trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason why people don't stay where they are.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, sometimes, love just aint enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Now, I could never change you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I don't want to blame you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Baby, you don't have to take the fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Yes, I may have hurt you, but I did not desert you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe I just want to have it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes a sound like thunder&lt;br /&gt;it makes me feel like rain.&lt;br /&gt;And like a fool who will never see the truth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I keep thinking something's gonna change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's no way home&lt;br /&gt;when it's late at night and you're all alone.&lt;br /&gt;Are there things that you wanted to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And do you feel me beside you in your bed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there beside you, where I used to lay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's a danger in loving somebody too much,&lt;br /&gt;and it's sad when you know it's your heart they can't touch.&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason why people don't stay who they are.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, sometimes, love just ain't enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, sometimes, love... it just ain't enough.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Oh, Oh, No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;This song is exactly what I really want to say now. :( Every line strikes much. Goodluck for the thesis demo!!! T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-831959320901490650?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/831959320901490650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=831959320901490650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/831959320901490650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/831959320901490650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/11/sometimes-love-just-aint-enough.html' title='Sometimes love just ain&apos;t enough.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-1385446792459711274</id><published>2010-11-21T21:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T22:05:36.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gloom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>This shall do good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/TOkkNM2WV0I/AAAAAAAAAlk/1MzGQ1r2mxQ/s1600/Snapshot_20101121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/TOkkNM2WV0I/AAAAAAAAAlk/1MzGQ1r2mxQ/s320/Snapshot_20101121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542000625662187330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it was hard realizing that everything had gone wrong. :'( I couldn't even blame him for giving up. But I know things would get a little more okay...I hope. :'( I kept the bracelet he gave me somewhere I hardly open so I could not use it anymore. I started not using it today. &lt;/3 Oh my. It breaks me now thinking about it... :'( Had a little talk a while ago but nothing was furnished. I would have to deal with this now, really. I swear never to beg anything from him again. I swear. (ouch.... &lt;/3 Im so so so crying right now hahaha :'( ) This shall do good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/TOkkOALe2yI/AAAAAAAAAls/RFNi7RRdkHQ/s1600/Snapshot_20101121_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/TOkkOALe2yI/AAAAAAAAAls/RFNi7RRdkHQ/s320/Snapshot_20101121_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542000639441034018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight I am going to sleep with my Zara jacket I missed so much. It was almost a year ago since my last use of this. My room's so cold and I feel cold and Im cold actually. :'( Im hiding my eyes coz its so puffy red. :'( goodluck pag gising. &gt;.&lt; And Im sneezing much! Hahaist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow should be dedicated to Thesis. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read this is my tumblr dashboard. It was the latter part of a so-long love story. This made me cry even more... :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so this ones for the girls who think you’ll never find somebody. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you will&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;for the girls with the broken heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;if he won’t fix it another guy will come along and put your heart back together, even better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and for the girls who have a boyfriend. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don’t take him, or your realtionship for granted. love him, hold him tight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; for  the long-distance realtionships be greatful you get to hear his voice,  or at least his thoughts expressed through his words. don’t brush off  little kisses and hugs, because i would give up everything for one last  kiss, one last conversation with Alex. be young, fall in love and once  you find him. hold him close to your heart for as long as you can.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;aja rej. &lt;/3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-1385446792459711274?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/1385446792459711274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=1385446792459711274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/1385446792459711274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/1385446792459711274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-shall-do-good.html' title='This shall do good.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/TOkkNM2WV0I/AAAAAAAAAlk/1MzGQ1r2mxQ/s72-c/Snapshot_20101121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-6543313693986918648</id><published>2010-11-19T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T23:24:17.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><title type='text'>What do you expect?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This morning, I've been really so happy. Because the morning call really made my day. And then, I started editing our system. Epic fail. But at least I have knowledge of what to do already. Then, I felt fulfilled for my church duty. And then there was this call, just before I do this [and why I was forced by myself to do this post!!! GRRR!] that just simply ruins everything!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that even count when you know his name? Does that really matter? Was that more important than just us reminiscing the last days we've shared? You told me I had a good day today, well I guess not because it ended super ugly. :'( You made me sad that the 15-minute call wasn't about the 15th 19. It was us arguing over some boy's name who was not actually significant. And I thought that if I never said the deadly words, you would call again... But no. :'( Go hit the sack without even asking me how I feel for what you did! Without even being fond to me just for the sake of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go sleep without deadly words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im starting to hate you so much for ruining everything like the&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  19s&lt;/span&gt; as ALWAYS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sh*tbricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-6543313693986918648?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/6543313693986918648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=6543313693986918648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/6543313693986918648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/6543313693986918648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-do-you-expect.html' title='What do you expect?'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-7345414470280575316</id><published>2010-11-18T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T21:19:12.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking dawn'/><title type='text'>They can't take what's ours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hay. I had a very good day since yesterday. :) I don't know. Everything just seem fine. And happy. I wasn't even feeling pressured for our upcoming thesis demonstration. I just feel so light and I don't know. Maybe I am already being pleased with the thoughts of our graduation much. Haha. I have to endure pain first, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today is November 18. 8 days after November 10, the start of my countdown. Haha. Its coming. :) Well, I remembered something...hmm... tomorrow is... hm...let's see if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; remembers. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what drives me crazy now was that, my super duper hectic schedule... T_T I mean 2 days lang ako sa school. And there are times that our professors wouldn't have to meet us that long... I just miss being in school... I wanna go visit the IUG office and I need allowance! :( also, Im doing some stuff for the family business so it keeps me busy as well. Plus the thesis demo!!! OMaygas! I haven't tweaked anything yet. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus the HP 7 premiere I missed :( huhu and the ROBERT PATTINSON PICTURES ON TUMBLR DURING THEIR FILMING ON BREAKING DAWN!!!!!!!! Ahhhhh x( These are sick!!! why oh why do you have to be so stunning RPattz? T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;! WHY DO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; remind me of him so much? T_T &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're such a cutie pie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HUHUHU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Later that day&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had my head rested on his shoulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So tired, I had fallen asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But my senses are still active&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He rolled his arms to mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kissed my bare hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And intertwined it with his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One afternoon ride in a cab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My head on his scented polo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And a swift peck on my forehead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Together we had an adventure dream&lt;br /&gt;Despite the judgmental eyes I found heaven&lt;br /&gt;Despite evil I found an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that this is ours, honey&lt;br /&gt;It will be etched in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;For they can't take what's ours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not your stolen kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not our afternoon bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not our million dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just felt like writing now because I gained good comments for my poem that got published in Hudyat. :D I suppose I shall jot down once an idea pops out from nowhere now again. Hae. No classes again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I'll post regarding my day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I posted this, French fries called. He just ruins everything! Now Im so so so so angry! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-7345414470280575316?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/7345414470280575316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=7345414470280575316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/7345414470280575316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/7345414470280575316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/11/they-cant-take-whats-ours.html' title='They can&apos;t take what&apos;s ours.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-3771074286439837659</id><published>2010-11-08T21:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T18:38:51.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Pack Up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi blog. :) I just got home from church's GEM. Im still in uniform. Hoho. Hm. Tomorrow will be my f&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;irst day for my last semester&lt;/span&gt;! Gosh. :) I can see the end of my school days. :( And I have many stuffs to do especially now I really have to clear things out in school before I go... I mean, I just have months to do that. And like they say, 2nd semester is faster than the 1st because of holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And holidays!!!!!! :) &lt;/span&gt;Weeee ~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. My favorite season. Not only because its holiday or its about the gifts, but because its my month too! :) haha. Every time na lang ganito ang panahon, pati ako nagagalak. :D Christmas lights and merry songs are part of my month and that makes it more exciting for me! Plus the Children's Year-End Thanksgiving which will fall after my day! Yeeeeeey! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then next year, grad na! Hahaha. I can take this. I really have to take it smoothly. I mean, hindi ko dapat madaliin lahat. I have to breathe. :D Haha. Because sometimes I get so ecstatic, I really forget stuffs or sometimes Im so excited much that I tend to expect. So I guess I have to breathe and take these things coming up more seriously - but happily! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Im so happy today because my classified ads in Sulit.com.ph had positive results. I hope it would soon become one of our clients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-GG told me he's going to officiate doktrina tomorrow. Hahaha. :) Ang cute. I wanna watch (haha watch talaga) but I don't think I can make it. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sad sad sad.&lt;/span&gt; T_T Maybe some other time. He might be tongue-tied when he gets the chance to have a glimpse of me anyway (haha yabang!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Plus, the HP7 part 1 sometime this November!!!! OMG OMG OMG! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. Guess I have to rest na. Just updated. Check out this song I found out while being a couch potato during this break. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NTIqd9pNxnw"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack Up - Eliza Doolittle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-3771074286439837659?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/3771074286439837659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=3771074286439837659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/3771074286439837659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/3771074286439837659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/11/pack-up.html' title='Pack Up.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-3524538340625143219</id><published>2010-11-04T14:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T18:41:21.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new skin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog fame'/><title type='text'>Finally Full Renovation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow. I feel so good seeing my blog in its new skin. :) Haha. I missed designing! Though this was designed using Blogger's Template designer, i feel good customizing some of the elements. Good bye lame designs. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My tagline, as usual, is from my current fave song of T Swift, Sparks fly which you can check on my playlist. :) Hmm. What should I blog about now? Well, I am now almost graduating coz I am just counting months! Hooray! :D I really hope I would do well for my last semester. Er...speaking of semester, I couldn't get my hands off my laptop yet I couldn't make even a simple tweak on our thesis system. Wuhaha. Sorry for being lazy. And now that my blog has been fully renovated? I think I could not do it anymore! HAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hm. For now, I would love to design naman my tumblr layout. My CSS knowledge kinda slip off me for a year because of not really doing web designing. Argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Go go go. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-3524538340625143219?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/3524538340625143219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=3524538340625143219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/3524538340625143219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/3524538340625143219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/11/finally-full-renovation.html' title='Finally Full Renovation.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-3704025245828913583</id><published>2010-10-10T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T21:27:18.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10.10.10.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.10.10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was 10.10.10 hahaha. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My FAVE NUMBERS are all in one 1 day. :) &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing mystery much. Haha. Except that Wu Chun my love is getting older today. Aww... :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise to be back blog. Haha. Because someone messaged me I had inspired him through you. :) So I think I must be updating you atleast once in a while. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;REdz. ;) HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-3704025245828913583?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/3704025245828913583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=3704025245828913583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/3704025245828913583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/3704025245828913583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/10/101010.html' title='10.10.10.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-4080573103191026097</id><published>2010-08-31T22:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T23:41:12.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ka erdy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iglesia ni Cristo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erano manalo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inc'/><title type='text'>What happened the same week a year ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;What happened the same week a year ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/TH0h0Q-sFxI/AAAAAAAAAko/PxEl_cnqxNQ/s1600/kaerdy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/TH0h0Q-sFxI/AAAAAAAAAko/PxEl_cnqxNQ/s320/kaerdy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511598700766172946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this blog entry a year ago. And since I wasn't able to finish it, I said Im going to post it some other day. But the 'some other day' seemed to be one year after this stuff happened. Since I had a hard time making up with my blog, I told myself I am going to post it after one year. And like you all know, time flies. So here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I was looking forward for this week. I have accomplished stuffs and I was eager to put myself back on track. It was the start of the BER months. GG’s month. The CEM month. It seemed to be the start of… well, something new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We were having lessons in 336L then. I was talking with my classmate when suddenly my classmate Jepoy ask me if the text message he received was true, which goes something exactly like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Namahinga na po ang Ka Erdy. Tentative viewing po sa templo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It sent shiver down my spine and gave me goose bumps the moment I read it. So I was like “Grabe naman ung nag joke nian. Imposible yan. Tanung mo sa dad mo.” But I feel there was something wrong. Coz no one says like that to our very Executive Minister. So there was a chance it was true. But I was hoping for the opposite, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Until his dad replied “Uo totoo yon.” And it slowly sinks in. KA ERDY IS GONE. Unaware, I remembered my phone vibrated. It was the same message. So I hurriedly show it to my prof. She suddenly stopped and stared to us with horrible eyes. She got up and went out. When she went back, she said it was confirmed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I was teary eyed that moment and suddenly, the school’s aura changed. Around 8am, I was receiving messages. And I couldn’t believe it. I was sending out the same messages too. Until I just found myself going to Central Temple lining up for his wake. And at a blink, media came rushing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Barricades posted at once. Ministers, evangelical workers &amp;amp; BEM guys were called urgent. SCAN from different locales arrived. Central Temple was closed. We were there by 11:30 and got inside the Temple by 10:30pm. Oh yes. It was a deadly experience. But since I know I was lining up for someone whom I know served as an inspiration, a leader and a father to me and to my fellow brethren for 46 years, what is 11 hours for just standing in a queue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I felt so lonely that when my sister was fetched at Central, I went home too, with nothing but just my notes on my bag. The next day was the 1st worship service without Ka Erdy but I wasn’t able to attend since I was at home reminiscing stuffs. Went back to dorm by night and had worship service by 5:45 am. I was at the Temple by 3am. Experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I had a class that time but I skipped it because I was not in the mood. I mean, why bother attending, if you bear something so unexplainable within? So by 10am, I dropped by to Templo again. I just wanted to be there. Sitting and looking over his coffin was saddening but something inside urges me to just stay there. I stayed for like 45mins and went out. That night, I wanted to go back to Templo so I txted some friends and we agreed to meet by 10pm. There were no dorm curfews that time. About 9pm, a friend informed me he would be guiding brethrens near our street so we decided to meet up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When I saw him, he was already guiding brethrens to go inside Era. There was a rush of people. As in super dami. There was a continuous flow of brethrens lining up for the wake. Since my friends could not accompany me to get inside the temple, I just watched the flow of numerous people till 11pm. And as an addition, this was one of the lovely nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Then the next day, Friday, our family decided to visit the wake. By this time, more and more brethrens came rushing. Hopeful brethrens from VisMin and those from other countries decided to visit for a glimpse of Ka Erdy. By 12n, brethrens from different provinces lined up along Central ave to New Era University. Imagine the longest lines! And what makes it more 'nakakapagpabagabag' was that, they were not disturbed by the on/off rain. Until our classes were suspended and as org officers, we were asked to accompany the brethrens who will stay until the burial, since the school was used as a rest place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Then by evening, my family came complete with my mom's siblings,with their families, which includes my Tito who was an evangelical worker in N.Ecija. We got the chance to at least sneak inside but of course, I felt bad to other brethrens because it was raining hard. And there, my third time to see Ka Erdy, resting peacefully in his coffin, motionless. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My mom allowed me to stay in New Era University to help other brethrens. We worked from 10pm-10am. Standing there under the rain, and when the sun shone again the next day. Donated foods by fellow brethren were limited so di na kami nakiagaw. HAHA. Kaya wala din halos food that time. We stayed with candy, 1/4 cup of nescafe, a cupcake and a tetra pack juice. We were guiding brethrens in the line, the line that had been trailing from Templo, to sanctuario, to Central Ave, then curves to St. Joseph, then to New Era entrance gate, leading to New Era college then to highschool. All were mere hopefuls to get to see our beloved Executive Minister so we still cheered for them though esp to those old fellows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I had no sleep that time. So by Sunday, it was hard seeing a black ribbon in Ka Erdy's place in the tribune. SEPTEMBER 7, 2009, Pres GMA declared this as Nat'l Day of Mourning. This was the day our beloved Ka Erdy was sent to his resting place. And of course, we were all there. And I felt so so so sad that time... :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is August 31, 2010. 1 year after this event in the INC. I decided to visit again Ka Erdy's remains which was still in Tabernacle alone. As expecte d, there were a lot of flowers upon entering the place and this reminded me of what had happened a year ago. When I entered, the videos collected from his wake were compiled and keeps on repeating int he projector alongside where he lies. I decided to stay for a while to watch, and when I was about to sit, and saw the brethrens from the video, and those happenings exactly one year ago, it made me cry. :'( I still get emotional whenever I remembered it. Maybe I missed Ka Erdy. Or maybe, I was just sad for I feel like it just happened today, or maybe, I still can't get over how I felt with my fellow brethrens. Everything reminds me of what I did to be a part of a leader by simply servicing the INC in the simplest way that I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried so hard on my seat in Tabernacle reminiscing everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to God for letting the INC be handled by a good and inspiring Church Administration. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-4080573103191026097?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/4080573103191026097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=4080573103191026097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/4080573103191026097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/4080573103191026097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-happened-same-week-year-ago.html' title='What happened the same week a year ago...'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/TH0h0Q-sFxI/AAAAAAAAAko/PxEl_cnqxNQ/s72-c/kaerdy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-1076892634023999460</id><published>2010-08-25T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T19:46:53.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally. Im just 2 weeks away to finish my OJT. :) WEEEE. In 2 weeks I would have my so-much awaited FREE DAY! Hahaha. Though I would miss Globe of course but what is good was that the HR lead told me to pass my CV after I graduate so they could consider me for employment. :) Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, in two weeks, the SITeS, (the CS organization of school that I am handling) is set to attend the 4-day seminar in UP. Haha. I will be attending for 2 days, Sept 14 &amp;amp; 16. :) Im so excited because Im sure there would be a lot of freebies and because there would be delegates from other school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also set to attend another seminar this September. Its good to see that our profs are somewhat informing me first among other students. Well siguro dahil sa president din. Haha. Privilege. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In two weeks, after the UP Seminar, we are set to have the mock defense for thesis and Game Development presentation. WAH. x( I hope everyone gets to have at least a small taste of luck that day. Im praying like way beyond my faith. HAHA. We are in need of miracles, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. And 2 weeks ago, I saw my best&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friend na bitter&lt;/span&gt; friend ko now&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Im doing good about it. I hope it continues til 1 month. Wuu... (insert plurk's gym emoticon) Haha. And I miss Mr. French fries. Actually, sinabi ko na kay Bez MK un nangyari sakin nun 19th bday ko with Mr. Fries. Hae. I miss her. :( And finally, new inspiration! HAHAHAHA. Kaya parang gusto na mag-guro eh. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patawarin. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update more soon. :* Thesis mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-1076892634023999460?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/1076892634023999460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=1076892634023999460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/1076892634023999460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/1076892634023999460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/08/2-weeks.html' title='2 weeks.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-3463042023949101207</id><published>2010-08-04T21:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T22:18:55.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancholic memories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Melancholic memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi blog. I tried viewing my archives last night and it brought me some kind of ill-feeling. I missed those days… terribly. Those days when even at the busiest moment of my life, I am happy narrating all that happened in details – even at its tiniest bit – before I hit the sack. Im so sad because, suddenly realize that maturity had eaten all of me. I mean, I am no longer a kid or a teen or whatsoever that anyone can still call young. I mean, sooner or later, I will have to depart with who I am before and become more of a young adult until I have no more marks of the young age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I walk past the heavy rain and wind after my internship. I had a strange feeling that rain brought me to more melancholic memories now, unlike before, when rain used to be my best friend. A sudden guilt strikes me. Because I know for myself that I am the cause of why the maturity freaks me out now and why it swept the innocence away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innocence. What do I know about the real world? All I know was, I was born tall and I was skinny. I used to dance a lot. I was always in love with Sunday mornings. I grew up liking dad’s playlist. I care about myself more than how I care now. And I used to dream about my prince…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember that rainy afternoon when a servant I knew suddenly caused me pain. Because he wasn’t aware that he had an admirer, he would be flirty with other girls. I, of course, would be so affected. That afternoon, I went to the sanctuary and knelt. I cried so hard… so hard I am hearing pieces of my broken heart shattering in an area in my chest. Like a kid, I plead to Him to promise me that one day, when all is well, He would show who will be the closest perfect prince for me. I beg to Him as I cry in pain to make me happy when that day comes and that make that servant, who dumped me, felt the loss of not having me. I told Him to make me meet him in my 19th. I was 17 back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turned 18, I met someone who had made my rainy days happier than usual. Someone who was seemingly returning the passion I was showing him. Until the day came that the servant who was rude to me was completely lost in my memory. There were no hurt feelings anymore and I was glad about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my 19th came. Ah. The pleasure of the last teen… During my birthday, I was torn to being a girl and being a lady. I was more of a lady when days passed. Until that time when I thought I met the one that I had asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was my prince. For many months, we had nothing but our world. We play and love like kids during noon times. We would secretly hang out to escape from our harsh world and believe that our occurrence in reality only appears when we are not together. I was happy – no, I was extremely happy, for I was never loved like that. I felt to have a partner in so many ways and in so many times I forgot I used to do it all alone. He introduced me to things way beyond from what I know. He taught me good stuffs and taught me how to deal with the wrongs ones. I just felt afloat every time we meet. Thinking about him… about us... was a delightful way to waste time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so long ago, our world starts to have cracks. It was as if invaders had seen our own world. Because of that, we escaped again. We run toward the vanishing light... we were heading darkness. It became so even complicated when we hid from the real Creator of our world. This made me guilty every day because it was all so wrong. There was too much bliss in our sin that we forget we need to go back to reality. My prince cried in front of me because he was afraid. We were afraid. And we do not know now how to distinguish right from wrong. It was as if the darkness crumpled our brains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to give advices to my friends like I was a major in it. And most of the time, they all come up to me and share. And from them, of course, I learned. But what is frustrating about it is that, when you give advice, it always works out, but when you decide and advise yourself, you break. And what I hate the most was that, I have many friends when my friends got problems, but I found myself so alone when I am sinking in a hole full of madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am broken right now. Maybe, when I was 17, I was wrong about asking for the prince. I was wrong because I was innocent. My innocence left me behind struggling and gasping for more of it because I was no longer naïve. What I used to do before doesn’t give me happiness now. The simple listening to songs with cute melodies is erased from me now. I hated the rain much these days. And I don’t feel like growing. I don’t feel myself pursuing what I want to do. I want to break free. I want to be careless as much as I was back when I was 17. I want to become known yet unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to bring back my life. And I don't know if I want to erase the prince part for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-3463042023949101207?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/3463042023949101207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=3463042023949101207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/3463042023949101207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/3463042023949101207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/08/melancholic-memories.html' title='Melancholic memories.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-579650476019333357</id><published>2010-07-28T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T21:54:55.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='96th Anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iglesia ni Cristo'/><title type='text'>Happy 96th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy 96th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I can't believe Iglesia Ni Cristo is already on its 96th year! It seems that yesterday we were gearing up for the 95th and now, we're finally counting down to 97th! Hahaha. This is really amazing. This blog wasn't able to get a glimpse of the 95th anniversary last year because I put all the pics in my tumblr account. Im going to post the 96th Anniversary shots we had in Rizal Baseball Field yesterday when I have time. Hopefully. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the word and love of God! Happy 96th anniversary brethren! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-579650476019333357?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/579650476019333357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=579650476019333357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/579650476019333357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/579650476019333357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-96th.html' title='Happy 96th!'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-3549340493406359917</id><published>2010-07-22T22:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T22:40:30.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;What if...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What if she was just wanting to make the call longer? Or what if she just wanted to hear him say "&lt;i&gt;No honey, don't worry... there's just yo&lt;/i&gt;u" What if she meant "&lt;i&gt;Stay longer, love&lt;/i&gt;" when she teased him "Go sleep now, its late..." Just when she was about to say I love you, he hung up. Call ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What ifs. I hope he doesn't forget. :( I've waited for it and I don't get how he can tolerate the night without hearing me spill what he wanted me to say. :( I wanted to say it. I so so much wanted to say it. But he hung me up. :'( He always do that. He always leave me on the other end of the line when he gets irritated with my tease. That wasn't even a tease. That's fondness. FONDNESS! Google the word for the definition!!!! &gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nakakairita na magfacebook. Ba'yan. :'((( Sleep na nga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;TO ALL THE SITeS OFFICERS WHO MADE THE ORACLE (ORganized Assembly of CS for Learning and Excellence) possible yesterday and to all who helped me, nung nabigla ako sa assembly hahaha THANK YOU GUYS!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;IM SO SO SO PROUD for all our EFFORTS COMBINED! :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SITeS 2010 is love. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;**pictures! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-3549340493406359917?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/3549340493406359917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=3549340493406359917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/3549340493406359917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/3549340493406359917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-if.html' title='What if...'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-7106924634402732361</id><published>2010-07-18T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T00:03:20.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost 365th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Almost 365th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just few minutes from now, it will be the 11th 19th. :) Its been long since the 100 days. And the other 19s past by so fast and finally we were down to 11. I don't know. But there is still something about my best friend that makes me... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. Even though my best friend's likely to be so so so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha. My best friend is really something I want to treasure forever. I don't think I will find someone like best friend ever again on my way. I hope we could wait. I mean, really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Because we are so makulit. xD&lt;/span&gt;  Its almost a year... and we've been counting less and less everyday and we grow so much together. :) I have so much troubles which we did together but hopefully everything gets settled because I want to really finish first. I hope we both finish our studies because I am so scared of getting into much wrong decisions again and we were both protecting ourselves from that which is good. We learn so much now.  I hope we  could learn more together. And Im so proud of my bestfriend!!! :D Super! :) I hope I can  reveal you so everyone would know that I am so proud of you. Do well ok? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't rush but Im so in a hurry nowadays I so want my bestfriend! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;Hope &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; get to read this. :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-7106924634402732361?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/7106924634402732361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=7106924634402732361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/7106924634402732361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/7106924634402732361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/07/almost-365th.html' title='Almost 365th.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-8699094331696047750</id><published>2010-07-15T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T22:31:48.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMY Everyday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;IMY Everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've shared a little while yet that little while tends to linger for like forever. Im afraid that its going to be the last or its all going away at the same time. The memories I have with you are stuck within me that sometimes, it tends to rewind most of the time every single darn day without you. I can't believe I am having this feeling for so long and its so magical, it doesn't even fade away. I am always falling...deeper. And Im scared because we have no assurance of what we can become. Sooner or later, we'll both have to decide about everything. And I am so depressed at times thinking we might end up giving up each other.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I have never been happier with you.&lt;/span&gt;  And it kills me how everyday we have to pretend we were nothing. How I badly wish we were normal... Im making this just to let you know how bad it is every time I long for you. I promised I would make a happy story, but perhaps all the melancholic times filled me again, making me blurt this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time I was making this, you called 3 times. And I missed it. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry Im so sad right now. IDK. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYS!!! Please don't follow this blog. Someone followed me today. Hahaha. Tumblr page ko na lang. These are mostly brain farts. Not informative much. SORRY. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-8699094331696047750?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/8699094331696047750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=8699094331696047750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/8699094331696047750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/8699094331696047750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/07/imy-everyday.html' title='IMY Everyday.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-3588923999975039815</id><published>2010-07-05T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T22:58:32.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What you don't know won't hurt you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;What you don't know won't hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess its true. The more you know about something, the more it makes you think way beyond. Hm. I just didn't know that coming. Sometimes tuloy, I feel like I am trusting someone so much that they tend to just abuse what you have and what you are. Its sad because I was making everything smooth as much as possible, pretending to be OK when in fact I was already dragging myself to hell. I don't know if I should still trust people around, after being so hardworking for them, i'll end up like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired because of school stuff and now, after all of these, I would be getting something like betrayal? :'( Unfair.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ihanda na &lt;/span&gt;pala ang kadiwa ah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakawala ng amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-3588923999975039815?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/3588923999975039815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=3588923999975039815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/3588923999975039815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/3588923999975039815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-you-dont-know-wont-hurt-you.html' title='What you don&apos;t know won&apos;t hurt you'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-8860201315556628673</id><published>2010-07-02T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T00:03:42.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Felt betrayed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felt betrayed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Or am I just plain tired? :( I did not get a single comment for my message. While all the others get a comment even without anything. No, its not really betrayal. I feel like something, I am ignored... :( Number one, I hate liars. Second, I hate it when I am not appreciated. Third... well what's the third... &lt;em&gt;THIS&lt;/em&gt;... this that grows everytime I feel jealous? HAHA. Its not so bad but when you tend to over think it, it has the same effects... you feel something deeper than just jealousy or betrayal... haeee. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wish everyday was normal. Like all the problems would just slip away with the wind and I would feel so so so light. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its good I got the chance to meet my org advisers. Well, as usual, works got piled up and I need to work harder this time. This would all be my last chance to show them what I can do and what I could help. Plus to that are the thesis and case studies which have some sort of strict deadlines. Additional to that too is the family pressure. And OJT. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes tuloy, I just want to be all by myself. But its hard to be alone now. I can't really have that time on my own. Because sometimes, people come up to me and think I am not really at all busy. I missed my panata days. How I go to temple and stay inside for completely 1 hour just sitting and thinking. Missed that bad. I really have a tight sched so I only get to pray at night before sleep. I wished that to change. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I want this. I want to be super busy. The busiest I can. So there would be no time intervals for useless stuffs. And so I could get over with my past mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathes*&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok now. Im ready to die. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-8860201315556628673?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/8860201315556628673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=8860201315556628673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/8860201315556628673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/8860201315556628673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/07/felt-betrayed.html' title='Felt betrayed.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-3824196091069474039</id><published>2010-06-30T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T23:14:05.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Cross my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I watched the Eclipse premiere yesternight at Glorietta 4 with my sisters. Ok. So the movie was super great compare to New Moon and Twilight. There have been a lot of kissing scenes beside Edward and Bella's, there have been a lot of fighting-over-bella scene and I can hardly imagine that Jacob had more than a lot of fans than Edward. Hahaha. Everyone swooning over his abs. Haha. TEAM EDWARD FTW still! :) I didn't get to finish the book but it was good I did have a little background but you know, a lot of scenes were changed and edited so the book is still better to read. Haha. Its always like that anyway. Also, there's this part in the book that really made me kilig. It was changed in the movie and it appeared quite serious (because in the book it was more of like Edward joking regarding a bed scene with Bella), the leg hitch scene! :) Here's a pic... (it still makes me kilig. haha.) Bella was rejected here...yes, by Edward. HAHA. Poor. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/TCtdxcCWaUI/AAAAAAAAAkY/AuYYgVkxwnA/s1600/twilight-6-540x360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/TCtdxcCWaUI/AAAAAAAAAkY/AuYYgVkxwnA/s320/twilight-6-540x360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488583674802104642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best line? Haha. Jacob saying "Im Hotter than You!" Actually, parang madami sa mga scenes basag si Edward. HAHAHA. xD But its good to really know Bella will end up with him. :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaa. I want to watch this all over again. Like nung New Moon! HAHAHA. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Today, my best friend (feels good saying MY best friend hahaha) taught me a few sign language. Hehe. Its cool..and cute. :"&gt; Thank you! I miss you so bad now. Hmp. And I miss my crush. HAHA. I hope you visit me tonight in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyt blog. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Wants to see Edward now. HAHA.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-3824196091069474039?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/3824196091069474039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=3824196091069474039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/3824196091069474039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/3824196091069474039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/06/cross-my-heart.html' title='Cross my heart.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/TCtdxcCWaUI/AAAAAAAAAkY/AuYYgVkxwnA/s72-c/twilight-6-540x360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-4515286282244309851</id><published>2010-06-28T22:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T23:06:37.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was standing all alone against the world outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I was standing all alone against the world outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One Tree Hill Quote&lt;/span&gt; (which I found on Meggie's FB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Luke:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Brooke, I never meant to hurt you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Brooke:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;  That doesn´t really matter, Lucas, ´cause in the end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It all hurts just  the same&lt;/span&gt;.´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-- &lt;/span&gt;Had a good day today. I mean, just fine. Every Monday, its like me and Yumie only against the school world. Haha. All our other friends don't have classes. So it was just like that today but something was really weird. We did well today. Haha. We were inlove with TASM programming this morning and we did have a good time with Sir Espi and we had so much fun in Jap1. Haha. She was my personal tutor BTW coz she speaks Japanese fluently na. Haha. And we were teasing each other with our crushes. I know we do these things almost everyday but I don't know what exactly is different kanina. T'was just good. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I swear I have never seen anything in him. It was all just blurry and I snapped my eyes back to what I was doing. I swear I never touched him, nor my skin laid or dampen in his. I swear his eyes never met mine. I swear, that though he was just an inch close to me, I have never heard him breath. I swear he was a fast paced blurred motion who pause for a while at my back. I swear I do not remember if he smiled or what.  I swear I never felt his existence the moment he did past by me. I swear I never felt excitement. I swear I never felt him. :'( I swear. I swear. I swear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my heart had been dumb for all the hurt you've given me. Im so so so scared now. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not sorry for hanging me up last time... Fine. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apology is always an issue. I always say sorry even though it's not my fault. When I want him to feel sorry, I end up saying sorry instead. And he would tell me its OK. Just OK. With nothing to make me feel I am loved after being hurt. He doesn't even realize I was saying sorry for him to say sorry too. Rare sorry-s, really. Im tired of this :'( I hope you won't make me feel more tired now because I do not know how will I end up soon, I might give up waiting. :'( If you want it to happen now, speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Tomorrow is the start of my internship with Globe. I hope it goes well even though my mind is really packed up with heavy loads. I want to go back to dorm because I am having my bad back aches back. :| Hae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- ECLIPSE PREMIERE tomorrow night and I wasn't able to finish the book. Hope I could come up with the movie. Bye for now. Will meet the deadlines of the proposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/TCi4IpRJaJI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/QXRrTxxgaEo/s1600/31791_402438447854_573637854_4157442_8324741_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/TCi4IpRJaJI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/QXRrTxxgaEo/s200/31791_402438447854_573637854_4157442_8324741_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487838604607187090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Sometimes, it takes a little courage to say you're tired and wants to stop. Sometimes too, its better to take rest to recharge and do everything again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we'll just rest. 1432224. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For your sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--3    &lt;/div--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-4515286282244309851?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/4515286282244309851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=4515286282244309851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/4515286282244309851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/4515286282244309851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-was-standing-all-alone-against-world.html' title='I was standing all alone against the world outside'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/TCi4IpRJaJI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/QXRrTxxgaEo/s72-c/31791_402438447854_573637854_4157442_8324741_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-816319222856483382</id><published>2010-06-26T21:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T18:44:45.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ojt'/><title type='text'>Busy Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;Busy Week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like Hello weekends again! :) Haha. How fast this week was. Hm. I like to make kwento because I had an interesting week. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Monday. 05212010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first Monday pasok. Haha. Sobrang aliw ng Jap namin dahil may special tutor ako sa tabi ko, si Emosis. :D Hehe. Kaya nakakaaliw na she knows better than our Jap teacher. Aminado naman ung teacher namin. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hajimemashite! Watashi wa Regine desu. San Andres no Manila kara kimashita. Dozo yuroshiko onegaishimasu. :D"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tuesday. 05222010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. During the morning, I went to Makati to apply for OJT. I had been to many companies really and I never regret applying alone. I had a hard time and I become really emotional because I was so depressed with everything. The swift shift of the happenings just broke me. I will try to make a separate post regarding the companies I have tried and applied. Im sure there are a lot of students out there who have trouble with having their OJTs. Especially ako! Haha. Halos suyurin ko na ang net at Makati, Ortigas and Mandaluyong for my internship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my class which was scheduled 2pm that day. 2-8pm. Straight. Haha. Good thing  it was Arjon's birthday so we decided to order pizzas during class para makakaen agad after. It was good having friends who are big time. HAHA. Peace Arjon! :) (Im lazy uploading their pix, maybe nextime)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wednesday. 05232010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So I went out with Yumie that day to apply in Ortigas naman. It was her first time in everything! Commute, apply, interview. Haha. And I am so glad I was with her. :) We had a hard time walking around Ortigas but we have fun. We applied for dotPH and Piton. Piton had already accepted us. At kamusta naman ang iba't ibang eksena sa MRT!!??! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thursday. 05242010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop said I had interview with the Sonoma, former Mermack (a company under Ayala) for internship. So I went there and I met Pop's friends. Hehe. They were all very eager to help me with my OJT but they told me the job was more of filing and I wouldn't be able to have my hands with computers. So it was bad. I had interview with Ayala Land during the 1st week of June. I was almost accepted when they said my sched wouldn't fit because they were in need of Full-time OJT. Nang dahil lang sa sched! x( But with Sonoma, I didn't think I would fit there, really. So I rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, prior to my interview with Sonoma, Globe Telecom called. I applied here before May pa ata. They called thrice but I was never scheduled for an interview. Palaging pinapapasa ung resume ko. So the 3rd time they called and said they needed my resume, I send it but lose hope because it was almost 2wks and no one called, still. I gave it up already, so I kept on looking for an OJT under Ayala Company. But, un nga, tumawag sila and they asked if I already have my internship and I said, none yet. And the HR said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ok, Im going to email you the requirements.  Check it today and personally send it to us tomorrow, are you available tomorrow? You need to drop by here kasi sa HR, can you start next week? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And parang lutang na ko. Haha. ANSWERED PRAYER. :') This was my first choice actually. When the school said we could have internship with Smart, I quickly thought about Globe, because it was under Ayala Group. :') And I never thought I would really land there. After all the stuff I had, and those companies I need to reject for the sake of my Globe application. Haha. At long last. Because I was so excited, i passed the req'ts by afternoon. :) Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Friday. 05252010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Had my Rizal and by afternoon we attended the Convergence &amp;amp; Net25 10th year anniversary. It was held in U-hall and they showcased company seminars which was so so so cool. I love how informative the speakers were. There were Acer, Brother, Globe Telecom, ISDB-T, Intel, and Yahoo Philippines. I mean, the fast facts were really cool. Haha. I mean super cool. Ung mga tipong general knowledge, super galing. :) and what was way cooler were the freebies! I actually won a shirt from convergence. Haha. Im waiting that episode to be aired para makita ko kung anong itchura ko. Haha. The question was "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;what was the tagline of Convergence?&lt;/span&gt;" And I said to my friends that I know it pero di ko masabi ng buo. HAHA. And the guy ran to Nikki (who was very very very pretty OMG Im inlove with her HAHA) and said "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Where people meet?&lt;/span&gt;" So I was like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hindi! Mali... Ah alam ko na!&lt;/span&gt;" Sabi ko sa mga friends ko and they were like "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go ate rej! PUNTA KA NA DUN!&lt;/span&gt; " Haha. IDK why I did ran and Nikki saw me and said "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok, hinahamon ka ni Ate. What's your answer?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where people, trends and technology meet?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Nikki asked the audience, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tama ba guys?&lt;/span&gt;" and she looked to my friends who were shouting "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEAH!!!&lt;/span&gt;" and she said "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok. Maraming fans si Ate.&lt;/span&gt;" HAHA. And the manager ata of the show who was beside Nikki whispered something like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh that's more correct.&lt;/span&gt;" So there, I have a shirt. The next question was for a free phone! OK. Great. :| Nahiya na tuloy ako kumuha ng galing sa Globe na freebies. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I did mall hopping for the sake of an umbrella. I was so tired that I got dysmenorrhea after. I got home around past 10 because of the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Saturday. 05262010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the umbrella I bought was sent to the one who was supposed to get it. Kay bespren kong makulit. And this morning, he informed me he got it. And basta...haha. :"&amp;gt; Watched Karate Kid with the family. It was so much fun. Check out the pics on credits. So great and J. Bieber's song Never Say Never ata ung title. Haha. This is a good movie. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.villagevoice.com/dailymusto/Karate_Kid_2010.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 593px;" src="http://blogs.villagevoice.com/dailymusto/Karate_Kid_2010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last week we watched Letters to Juliet. Good soundtrack. And this is a very light movie everyone would enjoy. It would make us all feel loved. Aww. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecia.com.au/reviews/l/images/letters-to-juliet-poster-0.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 407px; height: 604px;" src="http://thecia.com.au/reviews/l/images/letters-to-juliet-poster-0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;By tuesday, Eclipse Premiere. That's tuesday and IDK if I can make it. 2-8pm class ko. :( Ok got to go. I have to finish the Eclipse book! Argh! :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-816319222856483382?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/816319222856483382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=816319222856483382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/816319222856483382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/816319222856483382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/06/busy-week.html' title='Busy Week!'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-5989339841861371402</id><published>2010-06-20T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T23:07:54.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Father's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/TB4s4I69iXI/AAAAAAAAAkI/DZYk0rcNF3w/s1600/1_471152342l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/TB4s4I69iXI/AAAAAAAAAkI/DZYk0rcNF3w/s320/1_471152342l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484870739162925426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Iloveyou. Thank you so much for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;One of your princesses. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have to research on for our proposal pa but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; sweater's attracting me to go to bed. Haha. Ambango ambango. Bagong spray! :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-5989339841861371402?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/5989339841861371402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=5989339841861371402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/5989339841861371402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/5989339841861371402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/TB4s4I69iXI/AAAAAAAAAkI/DZYk0rcNF3w/s72-c/1_471152342l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-1374447666596008387</id><published>2010-06-19T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T22:23:17.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I Shall Create Our Mix Tape</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Today I Shall Create Our Mix Tape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I met the man from the future and I fell deeply onto him during the 19&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of August. Yes, he was more than attractive to me than any other guys who nonchalantly ignores whether the rain falls in drops or in threads. He would swiftly brush the tip of his noise with his pointer and smile like a celeb that other girls would go gaga over. But he wasn’t actually pleasing girls his age nor ladies who, when he passes by, murmurs around. He was already making moves to the girl who, despite the 7-year age gap, had gotten him head over heels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;I didn’t quite notice I was in love because ever since, I had traumas with merely assumed love affairs. For years, I am only engaged to music. And it makes me contented somehow, but incomplete. I was too immature to comprehend true love until now. I still quite believe though, that everything falls perfectly after waiting. I have a dream of dancing with a prince while being drenched in the rain and finally kissing him when we are soaking wet. The sudden rain would bless our affair. But, like what my Grandma said, most blessings are granted in other forms. May he be my blessing? Someone said he liked me too. He wasn’t a prince really, but he had given me a fairy tale love story. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;It would be hard to capture my heart. Not that I have high standards, but because my heart had since been untouched for years. What now makes it feel alive and loved are the tunes I listen to. It gives me a feeling of strength, and makes me feel inspired even during the rainy days. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; has long been waited by my music. Each time I listen to the songs, I am always reminded of him, of how I fell in love with him and of how he had turned my nightmares to hugging scenes. The lyrics of the songs had my sentiments ablaze with passion for the man from the future. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was 19&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of June. The 10th 19th.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I shall create our mix tape. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;--THANK YOU BESTFRIEND! Thank you for making me happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-1374447666596008387?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/1374447666596008387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=1374447666596008387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/1374447666596008387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/1374447666596008387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/06/today-i-shall-create-our-mix-tape.html' title='Today I Shall Create Our Mix Tape'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-8720040947552286058</id><published>2010-06-18T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T23:35:03.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy much. :|</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Sleepy much. :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to really wait for 19 now. But Im so so sleepy. :( I am so tired. I have problems still with my OJT and its harder now. I wish everything will be ok soon. I don't know if I would actually be happy because today, I got the chance to talk with my bestfriend. I don't know what would I feel because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he lied to me&lt;/span&gt;. Huhu. Imagine your friend for a long time kept on lying to you :( Up to this day, I thought my bestfriend hasn't really trusted me much which is bad. I don't want to think too much but here I am fueling up. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't really want to make this a big deal but sometimes, what is overly done can hurt&lt;/span&gt;. Am I trusting myself to someone who do not know how to trust me with small stuffs? :'( &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Bestfriend, until when would you keep lying to your bestfriend?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I really hope you are aware of this. Like what you said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt; is one of those that matters most. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lakers won over Celtics today. Huzzah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like sleeping because I am sure my mind would be inviting nightmares tonight. Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. French Fries... I need you now again. Yey. That's a surprise. T_T (ok sobrang nakalimutan ko san nakuha ung idea ni Mr. Fries at Kechup...hmm...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have something about us for the 10th 19th. :') - kechup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-8720040947552286058?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/8720040947552286058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=8720040947552286058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/8720040947552286058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/8720040947552286058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/06/sleepy-much.html' title='Sleepy much. :|'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-2842852565990765600</id><published>2010-06-15T23:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T23:35:26.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SENIOR-a</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;SENIOR-a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello senior year. I had my first day kanina which was a bum. 1st day thesis title ulit? Haha. Last day ng 3rdyr ko was also about this. Ayos. &gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had real problems with my OJT now. Its bad I know, but I have faith. Wuu. I have faith. And God makes miracles. Hopefully. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class was 2-8pm today. Straight. No vacant. But I was in school at about 10am because I was preparing our department's OJT uniform. One of my 1st tasks as the new Prezidenttt. Wazzup withat?!!! Also, I dropped by at the IUG office. Didn't got the chance to talk with the new org's Pres because I am now his VP-Internal. How's that mehn... xD I should come up with much activities because I want to atleast leave a mark in the Era history. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have problems with dorm too. I don't know where should I stay now. Im squeezed between school stuff, ojt, church duty and family. No love life. HAHAHA. Exciting isn't it? But sad, really. I will be talking a lot about that soon. I believe its better to just spill it out here than carry the burden all the time. We'll choose good terms for safety. :) Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no classes tomorrow but, I believe I have to review for the upcoming University Essay Writing Contest. Do I even write that well to be considered? *thinks* Hmkay, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO.&lt;/span&gt; But how's my luck to try it? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight blog.&lt;br /&gt;I love you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining every afternoon again! :) It is so much loved.... :)  Well, minus the thunderstorms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-2842852565990765600?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/2842852565990765600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=2842852565990765600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/2842852565990765600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/2842852565990765600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/06/senior.html' title='SENIOR-a'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-2621372688369512962</id><published>2010-06-14T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T22:06:54.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As expected!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;As expected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Argh! &gt;:( I knew there was something wrong with Mozilla. Haha. Try updating  to 3.6. The scripts are just making me confused. Will have my skin back once I figure it out. Back to school tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HATE. &gt;:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-2621372688369512962?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/2621372688369512962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=2621372688369512962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/2621372688369512962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/2621372688369512962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/06/as-expected.html' title='As expected!'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-5058567558194394538</id><published>2010-06-12T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T23:13:10.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive and kickin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Alive and kickin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! I hope everyone gets a better view of this because something is wrong with versions of Mozilla browsers. :| I am so happy I've done another, well, skin. :D Its not so much (or maybe so much) and I've realized I want pink again because aside from being a sucker for that, pink makes me more happy. n_n haha. Whatever. I wish I could blog as much as possible like before. I would try to... because I am so alone again. My bestfriend had gone for his dorm already and I have no one to talk to these past days. He's also busy now I believe I won't be able to just simply come up to him. (IMY terribly anyway). I am having a hard time recently because of my OJT stuffs. And I am feeling the pressure of being an executive officer to my organizations. And the fact that I am just...one giant leap away from being a graduate makes me more...pressured. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll have our resume on June 15. Hello Senior yr my dear. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-5058567558194394538?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/5058567558194394538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=5058567558194394538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/5058567558194394538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/5058567558194394538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/06/alive-and-kickin.html' title='Alive and kickin&apos;'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-3934435207135375420</id><published>2010-06-11T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T23:39:19.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh why suddenly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Oh why suddenly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi blog. I was planning to update this before school with a new look (working on it) but I don't know why I wanted to just spill something now. I feel so bad and left out...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;...today. :( Oh why suddenly like rain, you come out again? We were getting along fine aren't we? But your senses are back and I feel like I just missed you so bad...which is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhu. Let us pray...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-3934435207135375420?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/3934435207135375420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=3934435207135375420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/3934435207135375420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/3934435207135375420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-why-suddenly.html' title='Oh why suddenly...'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-7472618316452800603</id><published>2010-05-31T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T23:16:05.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;May Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haha. Before summer months finally ends, here's to first and last post for May. Someone requested for a change so I'll try to change this. I hope everything will be very fine. Im almost on my own now, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Jerry Esperanza is like making me do this again. :) Crossfingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-7472618316452800603?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/7472618316452800603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=7472618316452800603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/7472618316452800603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/7472618316452800603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-day.html' title='May Day.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-7178516983517925144</id><published>2010-04-14T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T21:21:28.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imysmgbm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Imysmgbm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel good that I missed you so much because it makes me feel certain that I am still into you somehow. On the other way, there is this hidden sentiment…a fear…which makes me jump to the conclusion that you might didn’t - or worse, never - really missed me at all. :’( Its terrible. It kills that tiny little piece of hope in my heart...the hope that tells me there is something to hold on to you. But you're like fading away. And you seem to vanish beneath the thin mist and you are like disappearing in the limelight of our affair. That's bad vibes. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the deadly words. Don't make it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-7178516983517925144?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/7178516983517925144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=7178516983517925144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/7178516983517925144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/7178516983517925144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/04/imysmgbm.html' title='Imysmgbm.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-1857886112382342395</id><published>2010-04-12T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T23:19:44.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Summer 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Dear Summer 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been like ages since my last post. I have been wondering if I would continue updating this since my life (when I started my Junior year) had been really hectic. 2009 had passed by so fast that we are now currently moving in year 2010, which also passes so quick by the way...so 1 year indeed. Sometimes when I visit this, I feel like a part of me had been lost and was put into somewhere far far away because I have been silent and irregularly and thriftily sharing my thoughts during the past months. I missed how everyday this blog becomes my very companion whenever I am happy or stressed or just plainly blank. Things change I guess. I just so missed the feeling of being so excited updating all about stuffs around and the next day people whom I met by chance suddenly come up to me and praise my thoughts (good or bad) and how my simple rants lighten other in a very very small way. It has been a good and reliable pail for thoughts I know I will always treasure. This blog runs on it 4th year now. And those 4 years I had had real bumpy roads during my travel time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I updated because...I just simply want to update. I visit this site most of the time when I wanted to read what had happened today a YEAR ago, or a YEAR before last year...and simply re-run the thoughts of how those days flew so quick like a blink of an eye. I just so missed this. :( And sometimes I wish days had been better the day I stopped sharing. :( But that's life anyway. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People change.&lt;/span&gt; People come and go. People stay and leave. Anything written here may not be anything I STILL have today. Some things aren't just meant for staying, right? You just go with them for a period of time, and when it's time, they would leave you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions and perceptions change too. Most of the time, I hoped I never loved a guy. Well, crushes are nice. But more than that during development years, its hard. :( Sometimes I think during my early years I am right. I am right about waiting for the perfect..if not the perfect...perhaps the perfect-est moment for love. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God knows how I DESPAIRINGLY WANTED happily ever-afters.&lt;/span&gt; (OMG Im teary eyed hahaha) I was raised like that, fancying fairy tales  which I know is so IMMATURE. Everyday of my life I am waiting for that man of my dreams. Every girl has their man of dreams. I didn't dream for a vice-versa. Where the girl does everything for the guy to show her love and support while the guy waits for the right time.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; No&lt;/span&gt;. That's stupid. That's nightmare! But at the end of the day, its the love that remains. Which I believe I still do not know how to handle because I am too childish still I think. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someday I know I will understand everything.&lt;/span&gt; No one needs rush. Everything falls perfectly after waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so much wanted a perfect life. You know, the parent's most preferable child...I would love to be that. You continue to try and try and fail, and then keep on trying again because you know you can. I just know I can. But sometimes, even though you have tried so hard, if its not for you, its not for you. I would always have in mind what my Speech prof told me (which is also our adviser in Hudyat) that every effort is similar to an iceberg. Only 10% is appreciated, the 90% rest is invisible to the eye. Well, that's human perception. God knows everything. Each work we entrust to Him are always counted. I've been to most problems nowadays and its sickening. My studies, duty and social life are affected but I know that no matter how painful and terrible life gets, He would always be there. He will always have better plans ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I know I would be grateful for blog...and I know someday I would  also regret how I never detailed the latest days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-1857886112382342395?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/1857886112382342395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=1857886112382342395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/1857886112382342395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/1857886112382342395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-summer-2010.html' title='Dear Summer 2010'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-7464290211170075025</id><published>2010-03-19T02:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T02:25:46.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Migraine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Migraine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww. Last school week. Last defense. Haha. And this is all we've got. No rest. No sleep. Eye bags! I am in dire need of something I am craving for. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BROWNIES unlimited!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*drools*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity me. T_T&lt;br /&gt;And also a warm tight embrace! So I could sleep well this morning until later our defense! Wuu. NOT SO HECTIC, really. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CoffeeBeanLove.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna say hello to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SENIOR YR&lt;/span&gt;!!! Argh. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-7464290211170075025?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/7464290211170075025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=7464290211170075025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/7464290211170075025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/7464290211170075025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/03/migraine.html' title='Migraine.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-2026688479635641982</id><published>2010-03-07T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T23:26:21.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going back to the corner.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Going back to the corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3 more weeks and finally 3rd year is done. My final year is up for the next 3 months. I will be having an on-the-job training by summer. :( Mom scolds me for that because I might have problems with family vacation. :| I dont know. But hopefully everything will settle down. Also, I am now called to the... uh...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that &lt;/span&gt;place. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;dream finally landed on my hands. But problems arise as usual. And as usual, everything is all up to Him. Crossfingers. ^^x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hay. Why is it like that... the more I try to keep myself away from you, the more I find myself pushing into you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt; And love is not selfish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;You know so much how to deal with me. :') 14324.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-2026688479635641982?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/2026688479635641982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=2026688479635641982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/2026688479635641982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/2026688479635641982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/03/going-back-to-corner.html' title='Going back to the corner.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-70756979518708567</id><published>2010-02-28T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T18:39:48.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pnk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Just another woman inlove.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;Just another woman in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Its been a month since my last post here. And I missed stuffs here lately. I missed updating this. Perhaps I will be able to update this more (more than tumblr hopefully like the old days :|) Recently I had really bad schedules and school loads so I didn't have much redesigning this. I want a new skin. Because I want everything new now. And you know what, I am addicted with old songs. Hahahaha. As in oldies. Panahon pa ni copongcopong. Haha. I am really new...I think. And I have so much idea for poems. And I wanted to get so tired and sleep late and eat everything and just stay at the library, punish myself with the thickest books possible, feed my mind thoughts, and listen to never heard songs. Haha. Im in the mood to finish everything. :D PRAY PRAY PRAY HARDER. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. Feeling ko masasagot na ung prayer ko sa duty ko - Guro :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I am just another woman OUT of love. Hahahaha. xD I love that Anne Murray song. :D See what I mean with the song. Hahaha. Oldskoooooooool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You've been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lately. Keep ourselves open. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-70756979518708567?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/70756979518708567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=70756979518708567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/70756979518708567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/70756979518708567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-another-woman-inlove.html' title='Just another woman inlove.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-2246077841961695638</id><published>2010-01-31T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T19:16:25.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If this is what it takes to forget...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;If this is what it takes to forget...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then let &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; be. Sorry. :'(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *cry with matching hikbi*&lt;/span&gt; hehe. HAIST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post better entry soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-2246077841961695638?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/2246077841961695638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=2246077841961695638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/2246077841961695638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/2246077841961695638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-this-is-what-it-takes-to-forget.html' title='If this is what it takes to forget...'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-1223647840310017457</id><published>2010-01-26T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T21:39:26.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoltar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Zoltar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. Im in dire need of Zoltar. :| Will be back once whole again. Soooooo broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-1223647840310017457?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/1223647840310017457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=1223647840310017457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/1223647840310017457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/1223647840310017457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/01/zoltar.html' title='Zoltar.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-4045620459167252436</id><published>2010-01-10T22:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:58:27.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:'(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:'(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're so mean...She hates you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But she misses you so much.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Keep strong.&lt;br /&gt;End. Everything. For now.&lt;div&gt;It has been a month since &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; .... . :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He knows how much she loves him and she loves him so so so much...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-4045620459167252436?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/4045620459167252436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=4045620459167252436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/4045620459167252436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/4045620459167252436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=':&apos;('/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-2650344203582482969</id><published>2010-01-08T13:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:38:08.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray for Weefee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Hooray for Weefee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's the free Wifi Connection naman sa dorm? :D&lt;br /&gt;Where do you came from?&lt;br /&gt;You are a big help. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-2650344203582482969?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/2650344203582482969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=2650344203582482969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/2650344203582482969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/2650344203582482969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/01/hooray-for-weefee.html' title='Hooray for Weefee.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-4337100263730771617</id><published>2010-01-07T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T23:20:43.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I woke up with bleeding lips.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I woke up with bleeding lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exchanged gifts. Hahaha. Nice. It was good seeing him though still it bothers me why we had to create distance... For such sake nga naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was good. I had been recovering lately and soon I know this will be over. I hope everyone understands me though. It is hard explaining stories you don't know where to start and when people don't get it and they just agree and agree and make comments. Mga tipong bad vibes. Hahaha. Labo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wished he had never tore down those letters before his last letter. He did not know how I despairingly wanted to read his thoughts the moment we had a petty fight because of the "behave thing", his feelings during our 100 days, the moment he held our book and read, his thoughts during my birthday,  how he felt when we had done his birthday gift to me and how he was missing me during those days when we were so so so apart.  :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I badly wanted it. But worst, its gone.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know soon or sooner, everything will be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hingang malalim*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, before I went to WS this morning, I found my lips bleeding when I woke up. Terrible. I had allergies now because of the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hindi na ba kinakaya ng puso mo ang mga sugat kaya pati lips mo nagsusugat na?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. My sis FTW! Hahaha. Apirrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, it worsens every day. :( I had scratches na around my lips and its creating small scars. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Purse your lips honey. :')&lt;/span&gt;" is all I can do. Hello quick drying lips. :|&lt;br /&gt;Aray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-4337100263730771617?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/4337100263730771617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=4337100263730771617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/4337100263730771617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/4337100263730771617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-woke-up-with-bleeding-lips.html' title='I woke up with bleeding lips.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-789343665008079547</id><published>2010-01-05T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:00:47.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the school re-opens and here I go doing stuffs like a busy student. I am so broke. Haha. And I don't know what I do everyday to survive. Its like everything just settles down at the end of the day and I have nothing to worry about. But before I go shut my eyes, I am always troubled by the reason behind this painful... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it. Im OK but I think I am not. I do not know how to utter it in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labo. Super.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-789343665008079547?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/789343665008079547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=789343665008079547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/789343665008079547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/789343665008079547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2010/01/broken.html' title='Broken.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-8948523039821010631</id><published>2009-12-31T16:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:20:20.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 2k10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY 2k10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally. Last post for this year and then, another year ahead. Thanks everyone for the memories. Superrr bilis ng panahon. I think its time na din to make good deeds (PNK?) Hahaha. I'll try posting all the events that my blog missed. Try lang. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye 2k9. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-8948523039821010631?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/8948523039821010631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=8948523039821010631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/8948523039821010631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/8948523039821010631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-2k10.html' title='HAPPY 2k10'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-7198270124039915772</id><published>2009-12-10T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:59:38.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;19th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SyD9c_kZK8I/AAAAAAAAAkA/pGt9G9_DYxc/s1600-h/DSC_6397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SyD9c_kZK8I/AAAAAAAAAkA/pGt9G9_DYxc/s320/DSC_6397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413605426641578946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Im on my last teen year. Thank you to everyone who greeted me. You've made my day super special... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga trineat ko ng dinner nun December 9. :) Super duper fun.&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga naginvade ng apartment ni Rejan para sa cake ko. :D Hahaha. Curfew.&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga nagbigay ng gift. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sa iyo Mr. Fries and FK ko. Wee. 14324. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys are exquisite. Its all appreciated. Iloveyou all. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-7198270124039915772?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/7198270124039915772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=7198270124039915772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/7198270124039915772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/7198270124039915772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/12/19th.html' title='19th.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SyD9c_kZK8I/AAAAAAAAAkA/pGt9G9_DYxc/s72-c/DSC_6397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-1692430396827070396</id><published>2009-12-01T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:55:50.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Hello December. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:3px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Yay. December is fun...and cold. Hahaha. I love you! Mwaa. :* Holidays are yeah. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-1692430396827070396?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/1692430396827070396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=1692430396827070396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/1692430396827070396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/1692430396827070396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-december.html' title=''/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-4280192088418554757</id><published>2009-11-27T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T18:33:36.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sw_nHovTi8I/AAAAAAAAAj4/WN2ZajnWsCU/s320/DSC05639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408795795876187074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-size:13px;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pre-100 - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Post-100 - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope to count more days. :| &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am tired staying away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-4280192088418554757?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/4280192088418554757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=4280192088418554757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/4280192088418554757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/4280192088418554757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/11/100.html' title='100.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sw_nHovTi8I/AAAAAAAAAj4/WN2ZajnWsCU/s72-c/DSC05639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-4011818213668608212</id><published>2009-11-19T11:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T12:29:14.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bet you didn't know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bet you didn't know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;That yesterday, I did something against your will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;For such benefit, for friendship's sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;That during the loneliest times, I pray harder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And was hurt the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;That I am tired trying to settle things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;But kept on trying hoping for a better end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;That aches inside were awful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Unbearable than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Bet you didn't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;That it was my choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;To clear up messes of petty fights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And to reconcile with those whom I have hurt along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Bet you didn't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;That today is exactly the day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Our fate met three months ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;When your presence had done so much for my heart to beat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-For &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lovers&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;. Just random rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Pedi nang magkalimutan. Wala na kong balak sayo. Im breaking my Oct. 31 promise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-4011818213668608212?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/4011818213668608212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=4011818213668608212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/4011818213668608212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/4011818213668608212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/11/bet-you-didnt-know.html' title='Bet you didn&apos;t know.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-2179591169477736262</id><published>2009-11-13T21:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T18:37:04.045+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>I hope I love you all my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;I hope I love you all my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was something unbearable. I woke up with swollen red eyes after having a late night sob. Talked with Mom some stuffs last night until I suddenly felt a tear... then tear'S' while I discuss. Actually, the tears weren't meant for the issue I was blabbing about but was actually because I was in deep pain yesterday. Then I had a nap at dorm before going to school by 10am today. And my puffy eyes got puffier... worse, I felt a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone asked. No comment. Hirap magexplain. Haha. Then, sometime today, I was discussing old school boy band songs with my girlfriends. We were singing in unison until someone blabbed about this song. This awfully struck me. The lyrics seemed to pertain to no one but me. I mean every part of the song is what was happening, word by word. Haha. Why does it have to be like that when you're depressed? Every single song you hear seem to be a painful stabber in your chest? Tss. Deym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If You're Not The One - Daniel Bedingfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTgxNzg4NTc5OTkmcHQ9MTI1ODE3ODkwMTg5MCZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPWFjYjM*YjViNjA5NTRhMzA5YWExNWZiNDIxMmNjMDE*.gif" border="0" width="0" height="0" /&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-stick.swf?myid=34871971&amp;amp;path=2009/11/13" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="mycolor=9E332E&amp;amp;mycolor2=CC271F&amp;amp;mycolor3=EDC637&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=false" name="myflashfetish" salign="TL" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" style="visibility: visible; width: 219px; height: 35px;" border="0" width="219" height="35"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you're not the one, then why does my soul feel glad today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you're not the one, then why does my hand fit yours this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you are not mine, then why does your heart return my call?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you you are not mine, would I have the strength to stand at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never know what the future brings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I know you're here with me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We'll make it through and I hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are the one I share my life with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't wanna run away but I can't take it, I don't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;If I'm not made for you, then why does my heart tell me that I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is there anyway that I can stay in your arms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I don't need you, then why am I crying on my bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I don't need you, then why does your name resound in my head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you're not for me, then why does this distance maim my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you're not for me, then why do I dream of you as my wife?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know why you're so far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I know that this much is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We'll make it through and I hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are the one I share my life with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I wish that you could be the one I die with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I pray that you're the one I build my home with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope I love you all my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't wanna run away but I can't take it, I don't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I'm not made for you, then why does my heart tell me that I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is there anyway that I can stay in your arms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause I miss your body and soul so strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That it takes my breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I breath you into my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I pray for the strength to stand today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause I love you whether it's wrong or right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And though I can't be with you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know my heart is by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't wanna run away but I can't take it, I don't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I'm not made for you, then why does my heart tell me that I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is there anyway that I can stay in your arms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Patawa. Sabi nga sa New Moon, "forbidden to remember, terrified to forget". IDK. Perhaps once everything is settled, I might forget. Im just afraid things would change. Pero Im starting na not because I want to but because I need to. I think if I would have had to hurt someone, if could, I would na in every way so as to part ways. Sorry for being mean. I need to be mean to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sabi ni Ms. Kechup, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;time will tell &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mahal&lt;/span&gt; if I am yours&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For now, let's go back to basic. Even the basic still tears up our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haaaaaay mga emoterang kaluluwa, lubayan nio nga ko. Tek na yan. &amp;gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-2179591169477736262?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/2179591169477736262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=2179591169477736262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/2179591169477736262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/2179591169477736262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-hope-i-love-you-all-my-life.html' title='I hope I love you all my life.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-1766093454032108083</id><published>2009-11-09T22:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:49:57.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sekunsem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Sekunsem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How fast time flies nga naman. All of a sudden, second sem na. Bukas malamang, graduate na ko. Hahaha. Ae, kami pala. :) So, I was bored kanina. 1st day of second sem. But I was good. I was actually good. And I couldn't feel lighter although of course, there are things that lets you into  deep thinking pa rin pero let's try to keep myself back on track. Haha. And be optimistic muna sa ngaun. My schedules are still deadly. Haha. And we're gaining new friends, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FRIENDS.&lt;/span&gt; Pa-react lang ako ah. Kasi recently, I've been really puzzled with how my old friends respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sila&lt;/span&gt;. IDK what was the problem. Biglaan na lang ata ako nadamay sa kanila for no reason...or dahil sa mababang reason na hindi ko daw pagtulong sa machine prob? Haha. Easy lang. You know me na until now wala akong kinakampihan. Kaso parang minsan below the belt na ata eh. Easy lang po ah. Keribels lang. Wala po un sakin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siya&lt;/span&gt;. Si 2yrs. IDK. (Teka, bat lahat, i dont know? x) Haha. Basta, all of a sudden he was bitter. I remember how every once in a while, before he shares his heartbreak night story, he would promise he would not do something against me...like what he did to all his other girl friends. Kaso, dumating din kami sa ganun...for inexplicable reason. I know time will come na we'll talk about this. Sana..... kasi yoko sya kagalit. He had no idea how he had once put me into bliss. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si KB at insekyora&lt;/span&gt;. Until now feeling nila sulutera pa din ako. Ahai Meron po akong sariling buhay pagibig. Pakitali na lang po ng maigi mga partner nio ok. Hindi ko po un gawain. I remember tuloy nung sophomore ako, a girl said to me she'll kill me. Last night, another girl said she could slap me in the face infront of Pop. Owkhay.... Sana ginawa nila nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS. Friends ko kayo ok. Wala po akong something against you. Sana po may paunang sabi naman. Wag biglaan. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not saying this to keep myself clean or something. I just do not know why all of a sudden things would change and come to what they are now. It is hard adjusting to something that you know you did not do and yet you keep on asking why. IDK. Time will tell na nga lang siguro. Basta you guys are my friends. That's what I know. Sa mga real friends ko now... hehe. Wala lang. Hi. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa-special mention kay &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Kisa&lt;/span&gt;...haha. Dahil sakanya napablog ako about friends. Hahaha. i know you are having a hard time now but makakapag-adjust ka din ok? I hope you're happy. Happy 19th! :) Takits. :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;M, GB. 143.&lt;/span&gt; Can't wait to see you on the hardcourt. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-1766093454032108083?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/1766093454032108083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=1766093454032108083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/1766093454032108083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/1766093454032108083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/11/sekunsem.html' title='Sekunsem'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-5498127530116784859</id><published>2009-11-05T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T00:55:52.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You came along because I love your face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;You came along because I love your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi blog. It has been a while since I was out. It was hard doing all the school works, church duties and well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; stuffs lately. I need not elaborate more coz I find it so stressful thinking the past days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grades.&lt;/span&gt; My grades suck more than how I suck, which I think is good. Hahaha. Labo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mystify.&lt;/span&gt; Owkhay. You know how &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; crashed dreams right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friends.&lt;/span&gt; We're underdogs or what, high class? Haha. Sorry. Ang oldskool ng mga petty fights, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orgs&lt;/span&gt;. Hudyat Grad Issue has been released. One of my articles was included...ok naman. Sa other orgs...aun...natatamad ako. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scheds.&lt;/span&gt; Corny nito. Ginagawa pang issue. Hahaha. Affected. &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Codes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Selfish&lt;/span&gt; airlines. Star. Mobile Apps. Name it...and the issues that goes with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Case Study. &lt;/span&gt;Darn. But did great. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sem had been really tiring and Im glad na tapos na din cia. Magulo kung sa magulo talaga pero un talaga eh. With all that has surpassed the earth, you can never really tell what will happen next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the middle of something tonight. I am actually just staring on bits of information in the computer, typically rounding the net kanina pa. Suddenly I realized.....I missed the net. Hahaha. (Taeng router yan) And my other cyberaccounts so I decided to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home from enrollment. And I am feeling badly sick because I am so tired that I feel like getting a massage tomorrow. Hm. So what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I have mentioned before, there are certain things I wanted so much to spill but chose not to for some inexplicable reasons. I am actually in bliss, that I am finding it hard to look for a cure to help me stay calm with the fast paced events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She stares. He looks backs. She waves. He appears. She researches. He chats. She listens. He talks. Then suddenly, he and she becomes they. They talked. They ate. They chatted. They texted. They walked under the rain. They rode on a bus. They held hands. They hugged. They kissed. They loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seemed to be right on track but, like any other seemingly perfect affairs, there are misunderstood consequences. Perhaps,  This was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIS&lt;/span&gt; warning. I maybe forgetting other things that are in dire need of attention, rather than some senseless stuffs I have been doing lately. Hae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my failing grade. my dream for dad a failure. my forbidden love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not think of any reason why &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; shall not tap me. And I am glad &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; already did. PRAYERS. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Unanswered prayers will be granted in other forms.&lt;/span&gt; So I decided to talk to mom about everything. Last night, about the tres thing. And after WS today, about the AYLC stuff that struck me and made me cry. I even told her about the guy behind the ube and cassava. Haha. She was fine. And I am glad she understood me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that happened during the semestral break will never be forgotten. Especially the last day, before we parted ways. All the deadly words were meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry we had to end up like talking trashes. Its better than a formal goodbye I guess. I will just miss you more if I did it a tamed pussy way, where I am just making you believe that Im ok, when in fact, I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is already past midnight after 5minutes more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss the cold nights under my thin sheets listening to his stories and other non-sense lines, and the exchange of dropping of deadly words. Mornings will be back to normal. Anyway, he knows how I despairingly wanted to be with him and how I crave for longer moments with just us together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2yrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Crossfingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's try to keep this updated.I don't know if I would sleep well tonight. Nyt. :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-5498127530116784859?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/5498127530116784859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=5498127530116784859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/5498127530116784859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/5498127530116784859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-came-along-because-i-love-your-face.html' title='You came along because I love your face.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-5137967281074088054</id><published>2009-10-23T09:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:00:04.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You may now kiss the bride.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;You may now kiss the bride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SuEO_7j2vAI/AAAAAAAAAjw/pqJVso7UFyg/s1600-h/Kiss_on_the_forehead_by_guydownthestret4.png.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SuEO_7j2vAI/AAAAAAAAAjw/pqJVso7UFyg/s320/Kiss_on_the_forehead_by_guydownthestret4.png.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395610320049191938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who shall be the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; groom&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bride&lt;/span&gt; would patiently &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;The thought of a lifetime happiness.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Weh. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KAW&lt;/span&gt;. Bawal ka kiligin. Hahaha. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gujunpyo. G*u*honpyo. Your 'precis' is blah. Hahahaha. Ilaglag nia na ko sa President at ung mga running! Wapakels. Haha. Go classmates. :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a lovely date. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10.23&lt;/span&gt; Fave numbers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-5137967281074088054?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/5137967281074088054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=5137967281074088054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/5137967281074088054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/5137967281074088054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-may-now-kiss-bride.html' title='You may now kiss the bride.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SuEO_7j2vAI/AAAAAAAAAjw/pqJVso7UFyg/s72-c/Kiss_on_the_forehead_by_guydownthestret4.png.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-7286370171200761613</id><published>2009-10-15T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T23:13:19.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I dropped the deadly words today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the first time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And I mean it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. DARN. KISTADI. &gt;:|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-7286370171200761613?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/7286370171200761613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=7286370171200761613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/7286370171200761613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/7286370171200761613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dropped-deadly-words-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-4798256084945855764</id><published>2009-10-08T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T23:21:58.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wo xiang nian ni.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Wo xiang nian ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Ss39-xW9YcI/AAAAAAAAAjo/NlElmH8oH2g/s1600-h/Rain_by_xxIMPERFECTIONS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Ss39-xW9YcI/AAAAAAAAAjo/NlElmH8oH2g/s320/Rain_by_xxIMPERFECTIONS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390243583875703234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every raindrop&lt;br /&gt;Were blessings&lt;br /&gt;And one of the blessing&lt;br /&gt;Was you.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. I had a great time. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-4798256084945855764?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/4798256084945855764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=4798256084945855764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/4798256084945855764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/4798256084945855764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/10/wo-xiang-nian-ni.html' title='Wo xiang nian ni.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Ss39-xW9YcI/AAAAAAAAAjo/NlElmH8oH2g/s72-c/Rain_by_xxIMPERFECTIONS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-4178379213151418053</id><published>2009-10-05T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:24:55.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buntung Hininga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Buntung Hininga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); text-align: center;"&gt;Ok. Huwag masyadong kakapit sa kung anumang bagay lalo at higit sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nararamdaman&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Labo ko. I was thinking this since this morning pa. It keeps on rewinding. :| So ngayon alam ko na ang purpose ng bago kong journal. Hehe. Random rants. Dun muna makapagkwento. Wala kasing kasinglungkot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-4178379213151418053?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/4178379213151418053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=4178379213151418053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/4178379213151418053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/4178379213151418053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/10/buntung-hininga.html' title='Buntung Hininga'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-5559219746821847881</id><published>2009-10-02T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T18:39:26.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lock &amp; Load.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Lock &amp;amp; Load.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October skin. Finally. :]&lt;br /&gt;Will post something really sensible next time. Currently, we are busy for Pepeng. Pfft. &gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;Mwaa. :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-5559219746821847881?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/5559219746821847881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=5559219746821847881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/5559219746821847881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/5559219746821847881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/10/lock-load.html' title='Lock &amp; Load.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-6404666582024799199</id><published>2009-09-27T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:59:15.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So someone is messing my Cbox with my NICKNAME&lt;/span&gt;. Hindi na ko magsusulat jan FYI. Pag may gumamit pa ng name ko, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;di na ako un&lt;/span&gt;. Ok? :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo you, kunsinukaman. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-6404666582024799199?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/6404666582024799199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=6404666582024799199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/6404666582024799199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/6404666582024799199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/09/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-6645815016899573274</id><published>2009-09-21T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:47:01.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The weeks that were PART I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;The weeks that were PART I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Blogger Note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I typed this way before I posted this. Incomplete pa so I ust posted the first part. Will post the 2nd part once I get settled. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS.&lt;/span&gt; this is a long post.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi dearest blog. It's a shame that I wasn't able to update all the happenings that had happen recently. I feel bad coz what seemed to be important was stuck and left unsaid for weeks. So for an archive, I would at least update. Perhaps this would be the first and last update for this month. Things, as usual, have been really hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 2 weeks, which I mean was the last week of August and the first week of September was unforgettable to me. For some reasons I will share now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Last week of August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday.&lt;/span&gt; I just moved to my new dorm. That was the first day I was going to sleep over my new room. It feels uncomfortable with only 1 room mate around. Also, it was good meeting Mr. Green Gentleman. He's been a secret crush ever since. So meeting him is finally an achievement. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday. &lt;/span&gt;I was in the stage of cramming. And I mean really cramming. I was doing the AYLC stuff. All seemed to be fast paced. I cut classes, without thinking twice for the sake of completing what the congress requested. Tuesday. I tried to get my TOR. And I was surprised that my F137 wasn’t in the university yet. So I rushed to Adamson to get it personally from there. I skipped 2 minor classes. I had problems with my account in Adamson that I was like "I graduated 3 years ago and I still have credits?"  So there. I got back to school for the 4-7 classes. God was hearing my prayers, really. He did not allow Sir V to give us an MP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; was a little easy. Everything with regards to my academics was doing well. But it was the time that I felt that the school wasn’t so eager to help me with the congress. I was doing what the school was supposed to do. I was actually crying in bathroom cubicles because I feel like giving up the congress I had prepared for 1 year. It was one of the hardest times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday.&lt;/span&gt; I was happy during the morning coz I had breakfast with my brothers. It was a very rare moment. I was about to complete the requirements with only the President’s signature needed. Until I was asked to talk to a minister, the SAO director. Basta, everything was so quick that my heart seemed to leap in and out of my chest and my mind malfunctioning wondering what happens next. I spent the afternoon with my girlfriends in Trinoma. We watched The Time Traveler’s Wife. Then went to UP for isaw. I just unwind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday. &lt;/span&gt;The deadliest. The most hurting. The stab against my chest. I talked to the minister again. He had given me tips and lessons making my heart skip a beat. I was actually happy they were allowing me but I was also saddened for the fact that what the most important leadership position for me shall be cancelled because of Church confidentiality. I do not know how should I explain this but yes, I have understood what they wanted me to do. It is God’s will. Like what Kuya Jeff told me "Kahit wala yan, kung kaloob talaga sayo, para sayo yan."  Yes I was crying when I went back to dorm when I was told to skip my classes and re-do the application form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was staring. I just couldn't hide the tears I have been keeping inside for days during that week. My vision of getting a spot came crashing right before my very eyes. I have never considered their thought (which I think was my wrong, BTW). I would not forget how the very world turned its back to me, and the only comforters I have were my parents and God. I was sobbing for like 30 mins alongside my bed in front of our room's terrace door. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I know God makes miracles&lt;/span&gt;. That night, I went to Templo and prayed. Ate the dinner alone and wait for my parents outside the dorm just wondering. My BFs came. They comforted me all. Almost all of them saw me there and greeted me. It was comforting really. My parents came then, we talked. And I am so lucky to have them as my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday.&lt;/span&gt; T'was a miracle. By 12noon, I completed the forms. I was all set. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was my first meeting with GG. Haha. In a computer shop, when he wore his fave color and when he was stunningly fragrant. Hahaha. FYI lang. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CON'T soon.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-6645815016899573274?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/6645815016899573274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=6645815016899573274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/6645815016899573274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/6645815016899573274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/09/weeks-that-were-part-i.html' title='The weeks that were PART I'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-8714808310276126750</id><published>2009-08-29T22:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:01:40.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a Q, where's the A?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;There's a Q, where's the A?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, we found ourselves always seeking for answers because of inexplicable questions running through our mind. Lately I wonder why I have pondered so many questions in my mind and why i keep on seeking for its answers. Sometimes, you just have to experience the question first. IDK how to explain but, yeah. This past week had been so absurd. I was happy then I got sad and I got mad and more. I kept on asking myself complicated stuffs than simple 4W's and H. I have so many questions and I have no idea where to get the answers. I am surprised my mind had not been malfunctioning even though it carries, aside from the questions, tasks I need to fulfill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I feel empty. I seem to miss a week of my life. I think that I have spent this week trying to find answers to my questions. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And  it was really hard especially when its you against the world... Only you conquering the war. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends. IDK why I miss them much. I want to keep it up to them.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my 2best classmates. Whom I spent my time much lately.&lt;br /&gt;I miss FRESHMEN days.&lt;br /&gt;I miss completing my Panata.&lt;br /&gt;I miss schoolworks.&lt;br /&gt;I miss being care-free.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my family.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my old dorm.&lt;br /&gt;I miss PNK.&lt;br /&gt;I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, everything was complicated. It didn't seem so well. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its hard putting everything back to their places, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I keep on praying. Prayers, dear. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-8714808310276126750?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/8714808310276126750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=8714808310276126750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/8714808310276126750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/8714808310276126750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-q-wheres-a.html' title='There&apos;s a Q, where&apos;s the A?'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-519552749362999441</id><published>2009-08-27T08:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T08:45:02.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAK fast!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;BREAK fast!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi blog. I moved to dorm already. I've been doing so well. But I still feel lonely about thinking that my dorm mates are not as constant stayers unlike when I was in Haven. But Im trying to always adjust and understand. Recently, I've been really busy. I miss my friends. :( And the other stuffs I usually do during breaks. I hate it now that even my dorm stuffs are not organized yet. I sleep late. And I have this burden inside about my school. Coz they were not supporting me. But I prayed as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW. I blogged coz I want to mark this day. :) I had breakfast with the Brothers. :D With that Green Gentleman I told my blog once. It was just different hanging out with them. :) And its the first time I got to talk with them, as in regarding close stuffs, you know. Hopefully I would learn to speak out much soon. :D I don't really feel that comfortable yet with them. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im off to school. And later, I'll be out with my friends. I miss them much even though we're classmates. Its been really hectic. Will update much soon blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-519552749362999441?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/519552749362999441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=519552749362999441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/519552749362999441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/519552749362999441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/08/break-fast.html' title='BREAK fast!!!'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-8023473752522519304</id><published>2009-08-22T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:38:52.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DORM MODE Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;DORM MODE Again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indi ko man lang naayos tong blog ko. :( I missed this much. Hopefully things would settle down. I am really really busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW. I am having good times with Mr. Green Gentleman. And who's he? Well, who cares anyway... :) Since the beginning, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;everything was secret&lt;/span&gt;. So nobody should know now. At least we are improving though. And Im happy. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could do blogs again. Cross fingers. :X Coz I am going back to dorm. That's the best thing I could do to handle stuffs in school. Hopefully. I am praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaaaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-8023473752522519304?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/8023473752522519304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=8023473752522519304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/8023473752522519304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/8023473752522519304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/08/dorm-mode-again.html' title='DORM MODE Again.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-5305125773807903321</id><published>2009-08-12T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:27:40.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behold.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Behold. This is the comeback!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.I am really in the mood to put this blog back again. We've just finished midterms. :) Watch out for the update of the skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-5305125773807903321?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/5305125773807903321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=5305125773807903321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/5305125773807903321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/5305125773807903321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/08/behold.html' title='Behold.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-7232545453779867584</id><published>2009-07-23T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:27:31.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;TUMBLR Mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi guys. :] Haha. Im just so happy to know that there are still people who care about the stuffs here. Although I find it hard to believe that whatever I am writing here is actually public to everyone. Most of the time, I thought it would just be my friends who would care to drop by. But then I was so wrong. Haha. I should be very careful with whatever I put in here. Recently, my co- Hudyat read my archives. Most of them who read were unfamiliar to me. Hehe. I do not really know what to feel coz I was like making a diary entry before. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, perhaps my blog deserves a make-over. The layout is so summer. I would leave this blog first and make fun of my tumblr. :] Hope you guys still visit my other blog. Until I have a new layout, I'll definitely update this again. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just missed my blog days&lt;/span&gt;. I missed updating memorable stuffs. It has been hectic, recently. :[ I had a lot of fun moments, meeting new people...and you know. Hm. I hope I could make a post about that soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmkay. Bye for now. Here's my tumblr link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rehinagrasia.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;VISIT MY TUMBLR!:]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Thanks :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DANRAD's 20th bday.&lt;/span&gt; I just never forget it. :] It has been almost 10yrs since the first HP. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So 10 years ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SmhW_HV_8SI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/f9n27LW03GE/s1600-h/preview_ES1_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SmhW_HV_8SI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/f9n27LW03GE/s320/preview_ES1_07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361630998687641890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-7232545453779867584?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/7232545453779867584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=7232545453779867584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/7232545453779867584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/7232545453779867584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/07/tumblr-mode.html' title=''/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SmhW_HV_8SI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/f9n27LW03GE/s72-c/preview_ES1_07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-3707320125702124184</id><published>2009-07-16T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:14:04.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CYBOReGine is Busy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;CYBOReGine is Busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Will miss the blog days. :( I've been trying to update this one but im preferring much my tumblr. Hm. For now, you could refer on my plurkie. Its the only thing I keep on updating since I want my karma up. And the site is not banned at the school's libraries so I could plurk anytime anywhere. :] Haha. But we'll see. We'll see. Recently, my days have been really shocking. Haha. So let me think if I could splurge some other time. :) Byers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; height: 375px;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.plurk.com/getWidget?uid=3632877&amp;amp;h=375&amp;amp;w=200&amp;amp;u_info=2&amp;amp;bg=F788A8&amp;amp;tl=FCFCFC" scrolling="no" width="200" frameborder="0" height="375"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; float: right;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://plurk.com/" target="_blank" style="border: medium none ; font-size: 10px ! important; color: rgb(153, 153, 153) ! important;" title="Plurk - A Social Journal for your life"&gt;Plurk.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-3707320125702124184?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/3707320125702124184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=3707320125702124184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/3707320125702124184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/3707320125702124184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/07/cyboregine-is-busy.html' title='CYBOReGine is Busy.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-882667135599440927</id><published>2009-07-10T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:14:53.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ansabeh???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Ansabeh???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Magulo at walang kasing gulo ang buhay estudyante ko ngayon. Gabi umuuwi. Magulo pa ang scheds. Halos lahat tentative pa. Terjir na 5days straight pa. Malabo pa mga profs. Madalas pa din vacant. Hindi pa din mabusy busy. Saturday classes pa. Hudyat calls din.  Sites nagiging busy. Kunsinu sinong classmates. Ayayai. Magulo pa talaga, as in. As in talaga, magulo. Nudaw?! &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my home kanina when I saw this couple making kulitan along the long and gutter-flooded Pedro Gil. Badtrip, trapik na nga eh, sila pa mismo trapik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy&lt;/span&gt;: Ge, muwi ka na. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sabay lingon sa likod kuware pero nakahawak pa sa kamay ni girl&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; Yoko nga. Dali na kasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy:&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Faced the girl.&lt;/span&gt; ) Cge na... (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mejo malungkot effect.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RHEG: &lt;/span&gt;EXCUSE ME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; Teka, dali na muna, ung &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;KISS&lt;/span&gt; ko muna???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RHEG: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EXCUSE ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badtrip talaga. So kelangan talaga public. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tokbakan ko kaya kayo pareho.&lt;/span&gt; DIAL 8! Ampots. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-882667135599440927?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/882667135599440927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=882667135599440927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/882667135599440927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/882667135599440927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/07/ansabeh.html' title='Ansabeh???'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-3918264091236260273</id><published>2009-07-05T16:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T17:22:20.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Jacko.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Farewell Jacko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SlBwbSC0CTI/AAAAAAAAAjI/LUzOUoFDdxc/s320/michael-jackson.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354903570945935666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was never a big fan of the King of the Pop yet his loss had almost everyone in the whole world mourn, if not literally, had the people reminisce his soundtracks &amp;amp; videos all over again. I find it so amusing how his fans once supported him throughout his rise, and still be the same loyal fans during his fall. He had seemed to conquer the world with his fame and fortune, and even the individuals like us for he had, in some way, drove us insane with his music and dance moves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Saturday, my Dad bought a copy of some of his music videos and I kind of felt sad coz the MJ we were all watching and admiring that moment is forever... gone. It was like then, we never really value nor care about his whereabouts or what was he before and stuffs like that. Now that he has passed away, everyone seemed to be craving and valuing for all of his remained pieces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This morning, I read Jim Paredes' section in The Philippine Star entitled When Celebrities Die. I so agree to him. I actually quoted him in my &lt;a href="http://rehinagrasia.tumblr.com/"&gt;TUMBLR&lt;/a&gt; account. :] And perhaps, I'll quote him another here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;But the main reason why the likes of Michael Jackson will forever be cherished by the public is because such stars create things of beauty that touch us, elicit awe and make us feel alive to ourselves. John Keats was spot on when he wrote that "a thing of beauty is a joy forever.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I may never be his big fan, but yeah. In some way he had touched my life. I lived with his music during my childhood and his tracks have impacted a portion of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And all of their songs - and yes, their personal struggles - took us to a special place away from the ordinariness of our own lives.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just feel so lucky having him around in my era. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;To the King of Pop, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;RIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-3918264091236260273?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/3918264091236260273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=3918264091236260273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/3918264091236260273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/3918264091236260273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/07/farewell-jacko.html' title='Farewell Jacko.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SlBwbSC0CTI/AAAAAAAAAjI/LUzOUoFDdxc/s72-c/michael-jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-8675060977010291880</id><published>2009-06-26T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:03:21.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isang Mabilis</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Isang Mabilis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;SWINE FLU.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang dahilan kung bakit may 10day quarantine...&lt;br /&gt;Kung bakit sarado ang Era...&lt;br /&gt;Kung bakit 13days ako libre...&lt;br /&gt;Kung bakit uso ang flu...&lt;br /&gt;Kung bakit lalo akong petiks sa pagaaral...&lt;br /&gt;Kung bakit hindi pa ako nagawa ng assignment...&lt;br /&gt;Kung bakit aja ang karma ko sa plurk...&lt;br /&gt;Kung bakit feel ko magpiano...&lt;br /&gt;Kung bakit miss ko classmates ko...&lt;br /&gt;Kung bakit nauubos na pagkain dito sa bahay...&lt;br /&gt;Kung bakit miss ko inspirations ko (wuu..)...&lt;br /&gt;Kung bakit nabuburyang ako super!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingat po lahat tayo.! :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jahe magblog sa phone ah. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-8675060977010291880?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/8675060977010291880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=8675060977010291880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/8675060977010291880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/8675060977010291880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/06/isang-mabilis.html' title='Isang Mabilis'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-4183739789843981603</id><published>2009-06-18T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:22:28.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Libre.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Libre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was exhausting. Hahaha. Pero I will tell stories soon. I just wanna share this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dismissal. Lunch. Patapon2 game. Uwi. Panata. Bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw men in magic baronggay. Haha. Saw someone UNfamiliar in barong. Hurried to the bus. He hurried as well. 3rd row. He was somewhere sa likod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Konduktor:&lt;/span&gt; San po kayo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R:&lt;/span&gt; ??? (dahil bangag. haha.) uh. Taft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K: &lt;/span&gt;Ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R:&lt;/span&gt; Taft. Malvar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K:&lt;/span&gt; Maya ka na magbayad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R:&lt;/span&gt; Oh. ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espana. Lumipat si UNfamiliar sa place ko. Dumaan si konduktor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R: &lt;/span&gt;Kuya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K:&lt;/span&gt; Maya na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZ. Hahaha. Nakatulog ako. &gt;. Tapos, pinalipat kami ng bus. Si UNfamiliar, puro tingin. Hm. Hindi pa din ako siningil. Hahaha. Nakarating ako ng Malvar ng walang pamasahe. :D Tas si UNfamiliar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U: &lt;/span&gt;Dito ka na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R:&lt;/span&gt; Opo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeepney ride. Aba. Sumabay din. Tsk. Something fishy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U: &lt;/span&gt;Bayad ho... dalawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R:&lt;/span&gt;(pantig tenga. hahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U:&lt;/span&gt; Wag na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R: &lt;/span&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U:&lt;/span&gt; Sa Era ka pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R:&lt;/span&gt; ??? Kuya tiga-Paco po ba kau?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U: &lt;/span&gt;Ou kaya. Kilala nga kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R:&lt;/span&gt; (lunok.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U:&lt;/span&gt; Ikaw si Regine db?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R: &lt;/span&gt;(lunok. lunok.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U:&lt;/span&gt; Pati mga kapatid mo kilala ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R:&lt;/span&gt; (nanlalaki mata ko eh. haha.) Huh? Ah eh bakit po? Panu nio po ko nakilala?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U: &lt;/span&gt;Mga taga-south. South super highway.(dako ng PNK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R:&lt;/span&gt; Wala po akong ka-close sa South...or kakilala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U:&lt;/span&gt; Kay Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R: &lt;/span&gt;(Pakadaming paulo sa mundo, wui!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U:&lt;/span&gt; Paulo. Road2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R:&lt;/span&gt; BEM po ba kau? Ba't indi kau nagdodorm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U: &lt;/span&gt;Prep...at ayoko magdorm dahil pedi naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**secret na ung iba. hoho.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the story short, natalo ko ung kapatid kong 5peso lang ang pamasahe pauwi. Eh ako?! bongga. Hahaha. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Libreng libre&lt;/span&gt;! :D Hahaha. Pakasaya. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-4183739789843981603?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/4183739789843981603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=4183739789843981603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/4183739789843981603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/4183739789843981603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/06/libre.html' title='Libre.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-2167115285017853080</id><published>2009-06-15T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:23:37.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer is over.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; SUMMER is indeed over&lt;/span&gt;. Elaborate? Hahaha. Saka na lang. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My sis had her first day kanina. Nakakatuwa cia dahil sakin na-late cia sa first class. Pero it was good. She managed to do well. It was good seeing her very comfortable with the surroundings. I mean, hindi cia na-culture shock. She had friends agad. And everything must have fallen right into their respective places for her good first day. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It feels great na nakikita ko na cia sa school. Kasama ko na ulit cia. May kachikahan na ulit ako. Nakakatuwa. :] back when I was her age, I was with my former classmate Era. We were doing the Panata thing and one of my prayers was to let one of my siblings experience the very unique sentiment I had with the environment. :)) Ewan ko ha. Pero iba xe sa school. Iba talaga pag brethrens nakapalibot seo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally.&lt;/span&gt; It was granted. :) She was so lucky coz she had new friends agad. My friends helped her with her classes. My classmates greeted her. She met my friends. Hindi talaga cia na-outkast. Unlike ako, nuon, nung freshie. Pinagtatawanan nila ako kasi mag-isa ako sa lobby. Shitty. Hahaha. One of the worst times nung freshie ako nun. Super hirap mag-adjust. Tapos biglang super iba ng enviro. It was sickening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now I know why HE had chosen Era to be my school. Minsan talaga noh, late mo nalalaman yung purpose. Natutuwa ako kasi yung mga experiences ko before, hindi na cia naexperience ng Sis ko dahil I've been there. I learned. And I taught her. Well, hopefully, she'll get well with her studies. And make more more more friends. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ang 3 buhai pag-ibig ko kanina, nakita ko. :)) So much for my first day. :D And &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;, nagkita na ulit kami. We're back on Smiling terms. Hahaha. Super natutuwa talaga ako sa kanya. He makes my day. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt;. I learned to let him go. Mahirap. Napakahirap. Lalo na, alam ko pag nakita ko siya andun pa rin ung... lub-dub. Haha. But the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;former extraordinary will be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ordinary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Promise. My prayers are being granted one by one.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; I have prayed to let me let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Etong prayer na to ang nanyayare NA ngayon. :( Lumalamig na. Pero sana wag kang bumaligtad. Huwag. Na huwag. Hardest move, dear. I know with each day, magkakalimutan din tayo. :[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aja talaga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt;, natapos din. Super...hirap...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Super. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-2167115285017853080?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/2167115285017853080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=2167115285017853080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/2167115285017853080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/2167115285017853080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-3067263615315954771</id><published>2009-06-09T15:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T17:20:49.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TERJIR.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;TERJIR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Si4ThAiMYnI/AAAAAAAAAjA/nmpDaAct64c/s1600-h/19139590113551l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 446px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Si4ThAiMYnI/AAAAAAAAAjA/nmpDaAct64c/s320/19139590113551l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345231265535386226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;TERJIR HS ako nun nung lumipat kami dito sa Manila. 2005. 4 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nenroll ako sa Adamson University BED. I was hesitant then to continue my studies dahil super naninibago ako sa environment. Pakadaming studyante. Pero dahil trip ko ung thrill, aja lang. In some way, napakalaki din ng naging influence nung environment ng school sa perceptions ko sa buhay, kaya siguro may standards din ako. Waha. Don't get me wrong. I meant it sa decision-making lang naman. Ok? :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After 2years, I had my college days in New Era. Sa uulitin, I was hesitant to pursue ComSci there because of 2 things, 1. Super malayo sa bahay &amp;amp; 2. Feeling ko di ganun ka-develop yung CS course dun (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;which I proved wrong, promise! &lt;/span&gt;:) Tapos...tapos. Haha. Binaligtad ng Era yung mundo ko! And all the aspects of my whole being, mejo tinapik nia. Hahaha. And dahil anlayo ng agwat ng environment ng college ko sa HS ko, lalo kong nafeel yung maturity around stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina lang, I visited &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meggie Antoni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s multiply. BFF ko nung HS. And nakita ko yung oldpics naming nakakapanloko lang. Haha. Di ko akalain na ganun kabilis ang panahon. Shemai. Nakakaemo ah. Hahaha. Recently kasi, di na ko nakakasama sa kanila. Ako talaga ang pinakabusy sa ASTISTA. Hoho. Namiss ko na ung UAAP days namin, ung university hopping! Ung flag ceremony na on-the-spot hihilahin ako magpanatang makabayan , ung internet mode ng 6am ng umaga tsaka ung pagbabasa ng horoscope sa Libre, haha. Yung July's cheering squad *ehem* Haha, yung Timawa at Awamit, ung pagiging President ko sa classroom, ung moments namin ni Fereli sa Baywalk, ung half-days gala! Hahaha. At lahat ng cm8s ko nung HS na mejo nalayo na talaga sa paningin ko, HELLO. :] Di ko pinaghandaan tong post na to eh, bigla lang talaga kayong lahat sumapul sa utak ko. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa ASTISTA, promise babawi ako. :] Senxa na talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;TERJIR College na ko this sem sa Era. 2009. 4 years after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//misyou. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-3067263615315954771?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/3067263615315954771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=3067263615315954771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/3067263615315954771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/3067263615315954771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/06/terjir.html' title='TERJIR.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Si4ThAiMYnI/AAAAAAAAAjA/nmpDaAct64c/s72-c/19139590113551l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-5694185317192373598</id><published>2009-06-07T12:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:41:40.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARAmoreNOID</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;PARA&lt;del style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;more&lt;/del&gt;NOID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SitSypQpmUI/AAAAAAAAAi4/WGZAx4zcsb0/s1600-h/ed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SitSypQpmUI/AAAAAAAAAi4/WGZAx4zcsb0/s320/ed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344456412827851074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ayai. Finished Baguio trip na din sa wakas... and classes were moved on 15th of June resulting to longer waiting days. Ox lang. Di ako excited eh. But since nakita ko si &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;who caught me when I felt so blue during the lovely rainy days... (nudaw?!haha.) I felt so inspired to go to classes na. Ayiii. :)) Hopefully I would have good semester ahead. :] And super napaparanoid ako sa mga bagay na di ko alam kung dapat isipin or what. Ang gulo kasi... or super napapaisip nga lang talaga ako? Puro what ifs. Hahaha. Mahirap na. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Privated archives for secrecy purposes. Saka na ulit pag humupa na ang tensyon. Hae. Loooong update soon.  x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-5694185317192373598?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/5694185317192373598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=5694185317192373598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/5694185317192373598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/5694185317192373598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/06/para-more-noid.html' title='PARA&lt;del&gt;more&lt;/del&gt;NOID'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SitSypQpmUI/AAAAAAAAAi4/WGZAx4zcsb0/s72-c/ed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-8449850277663758479</id><published>2009-06-01T23:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:05:56.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to basics...again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Back to basics...again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Wala pa yan sa tiis na haharapin ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Kapag dumating ang panahong ayaw natin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sabi mo sulitin ang sandali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ibaon sa kaibuturan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Oo sige. Sige.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parting of ways doesn't necessarily mean parting of memories...&lt;/span&gt;paulit ulit kong sinasabi. x))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a great time this summer partly, because of your vivid stories. Well I wish I have imparted some that are worth remembering. It will be a while, but we'll see. Thanks sa mga trust nio and goodluck with your careers. :] I do not know how to pour down what my thoughts wanted me to say in a way that I will not sound so ridiculous. Hahaha. Pero yep, hopefully friends will be friends. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ke &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pranses&lt;/span&gt;?! :] wuhaha. special mention? &gt;. Past is past? Haha. Wala naman sakin un...wan ko lang sayo. peace! Kaya mu ean. Terjir na eh. Im sure you'll get over her in no time once things settle down. Mahirap sir, pero go-ness lang. :] Heychumor padin. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ikaw, uo ikaw. Hahaha. Makakalimutan ko din tong summer na to. You're passing your old sentiments to me. Im trying to adapt your wants. And Im sure I'll get with this well. I would secretly endure stuffs so as to save a relationship. I will never regret everything I knew about you and how I was meant to go with you in your journey. I never thought my prayers would last this long. I would be able to forget you soon... I will try to workout the eraser in my head. Hopefully, I would be just successful, like how my  heart difficultly cling to my rightful thoughts,  rather than being polite to my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SiP7KvJyzsI/AAAAAAAAAiw/uYwOMmjRABU/s1600-h/nuv+214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SiP7KvJyzsI/AAAAAAAAAiw/uYwOMmjRABU/s320/nuv+214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342389744866348738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Hello cyborg world. im back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;:[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-8449850277663758479?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/8449850277663758479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=8449850277663758479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/8449850277663758479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/8449850277663758479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-to-basics.html' title='Back to basics...again.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SiP7KvJyzsI/AAAAAAAAAiw/uYwOMmjRABU/s72-c/nuv+214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-2378991819643024892</id><published>2009-05-15T12:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:03:07.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relakkks lang, dear :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Relakkks lang, dear :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sgz83cMSEbI/AAAAAAAAAio/aMFeRuOz5l0/s320/hug_by_DecorusAgon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335917687917908402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hindi pa tapos ang araw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mahaba pa ang oras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Madami pang pagkakataon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Masaya ako sa ngayon ako ang hinihintay mo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Konting tiis pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Wala pa yan sa tiis na haharapin ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Kapag dumating ang panahong ayaw natin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sabi mo sulitin ang sandali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ibaon sa kaibuturan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Oo sige. Sige. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sadyang nakakaaliw lang ang mga pangyayari, hindi ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sino ba naman kasing mag-aakala?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Parang kahapon lang dear kasi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ngayon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ikaw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;at ang yakap mo na ang humahagilap sa'kin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ang labo ng post ko na toh. Ahaha. Di ko mainitindihan gusto kong ipaliwanag. Parang ang yabang ng dating. Hahaha. Relakkkks. Pagodesa ako at ang utak ko. :] Oxaxaness. May nagalit kasi. Hahahaha. Powtekkk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-2378991819643024892?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/2378991819643024892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=2378991819643024892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/2378991819643024892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/2378991819643024892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/05/relakkks-lang-dear-hindi-pa-tapos-ang.html' title='Relakkks lang, dear :)'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sgz83cMSEbI/AAAAAAAAAio/aMFeRuOz5l0/s72-c/hug_by_DecorusAgon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-4687969615242296284</id><published>2009-05-11T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:05:51.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|ten.ten.ten|</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;|ten.ten.ten|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;05&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;09. Mothers' day???:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was more than just a simple Mothers' day. Pains, bitterness, tears, moments, illness, boredom, heartaches, days &amp;amp; months of waiting... perished in 5 seconds, leaving only blissfulness in her heart. An amicable talk in a very short span of time &amp;amp; an inimitable meeting left her disturbed in a bit. But it was one of the rare happy memories... and they tend to linger forever unlike the nuisances. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Bold" class="gl_bold" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SghFbCpHyEI/AAAAAAAAAig/FnFtKjrN5yY/s320/Disastrous_First_Meeting_by_frquency27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334590089488484418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Surreal much? :) It just came true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh yes. Exquisite old dreams. :)) So what now, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the cyborg fell in love with whom?&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-4687969615242296284?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/4687969615242296284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=4687969615242296284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/4687969615242296284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/4687969615242296284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/05/ten.html' title='|ten.ten.ten|'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SghFbCpHyEI/AAAAAAAAAig/FnFtKjrN5yY/s72-c/Disastrous_First_Meeting_by_frquency27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-6425491214220010167</id><published>2009-05-08T09:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:09:19.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long live &amp; Prosper.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Long live &amp;amp; Prosper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:24;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SgOPi8dwQoI/AAAAAAAAAiY/z5zF74ChjKQ/s320/l_796366_6228793d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333264214246048386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Star Trek 2009 was superb!!! Watched the advanced screening at G4 yesternight. Mejo di ko gets ung mga terms but I knew the concept so it was fun. :] Two thumbs up it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;You will always be a child of two worlds, and fully capable of deciding your own destiny. The question you face is: which path will you choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:16;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;          &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;- Sarek to Spock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-6425491214220010167?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/6425491214220010167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=6425491214220010167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/6425491214220010167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/6425491214220010167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-live-prosper.html' title='Long live &amp; Prosper.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SgOPi8dwQoI/AAAAAAAAAiY/z5zF74ChjKQ/s72-c/l_796366_6228793d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-2816831654715535937</id><published>2009-05-04T18:37:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:11:15.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Hey update!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw. Ayos. No intro's. Let's get it ohwn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;March 21- EK Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf7_JF9XX6I/AAAAAAAAAgg/0368CmzpfbA/s1600-h/1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf7_JF9XX6I/AAAAAAAAAgg/0368CmzpfbA/s320/1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331979540536713122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to EK with friends Elaine, Kristine, Kisa, Rabz,Bryan Paul, Jules &amp;amp; Kurt. Actually, for fun lang to nung minsang nasa gitna kami ng grabehang pressure ng 5 case studies. Haha. So it was really worth it. Di akalaing magkakatotoo. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;March 23 - BEM Friends Grad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day they opened my gifts! Hahaha. So nung gabi, they texted me na. :] And I was so thankful dahil dyahe nung muwi ako from dorm,and yoko magpunta ng dorm 1 so I have to ask a favor sa cm8 kong from dorm 4 na magdrop by sa dorm 1. Hahaha. Ayos naman. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;March 29 - ^_~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nako. Ang text textan ulit with a former crush. Hahaha. And our Holy Supper. Happy naman. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;March 30- IMAX Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf78uy8BFvI/AAAAAAAAAf4/JVgUSdGCP5A/s1600-h/2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf78uy8BFvI/AAAAAAAAAf4/JVgUSdGCP5A/s320/2a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331976889730930418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf75rGP9PfI/AAAAAAAAAfY/qGvWubf6rxE/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf75rGP9PfI/AAAAAAAAAfY/qGvWubf6rxE/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331973527660477938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga pers timers. Hahaha. Watched Monsters vs Aliens. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;March 31 - Rachelle Grad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf75rSGDsnI/AAAAAAAAAfg/KQfteknN2oQ/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf75rSGDsnI/AAAAAAAAAfg/KQfteknN2oQ/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331973530840183410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf75rvKA-QI/AAAAAAAAAfo/QVcL0DcXZWU/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf75rvKA-QI/AAAAAAAAAfo/QVcL0DcXZWU/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331973538641410306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister already graduated from highschool. So wala na kaming HS for now. Hahaha. Aiun. She got a whooping -toot- K from Ninong. Andaya nga. Hahaha. Nung grumaduate aq wala naman akong price. Daya. Hahaha. Ate dinner at Mann Yann in G5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;April 6 - PNK MT Fun Games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf75rphRM8I/AAAAAAAAAfw/M3dasNjzaUc/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf75rphRM8I/AAAAAAAAAfw/M3dasNjzaUc/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331973537128330178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Super happy day to. Hahaha. On the spot pinaggawa ako ng cheer pagdating na pagdating ko! Hahaha. Ok, credits to my ate. x) And mind you, panalo kami sa cheer! Ahaha. Ayos. Hanga naman sila maxado. Hahaha. Won the Scrabbles elimiation (even top the list!) but wasn't able to play for vball. Actually, nakapagbgay naman aq ng 1point. Pero we lost talaga. Pfft. Yellow. That night, I met our new M'was. Hahaha. Mga cm8 ng brothers ko. Astig. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;April 9-11 - Nueva Vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayon. May insan Saab was growing. I meant even her body, lumulobo. Hahaha. Compared to her ate Sophie and she's fair skinned. Hahaha. Lumalahi samin. Waha. The next day, went to Almon Resort. Ayai. Puro kapatids. Lahat na ata ng masok sa entrance kabatian ng Tito ko. Tsk. Hahaha. Played NoSecretsGame with... hm. Hahaha. Saw Marco Tugade! Akalain mong magkikita kami dun. Hahaha. Said it to Bryan then he forwarded Marco's digits agad. Hahaha. Aiun. Un na. Instant frendships! And with this was a heart breaking story of me and my guy friend. Nako. Hae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf78vHtOQ_I/AAAAAAAAAgA/89DA9bgD1Q4/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf78vHtOQ_I/AAAAAAAAAgA/89DA9bgD1Q4/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331976895306023922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next days were really baaaad. Nagconfess pa sa kin ung friend ko about his former love na tinake for granted cia. Tapos ung guy friend ko di ko maintindihan kung anung meron sa away namin. Mejo kagulyow talaga. Anhirap nung mga times na un but I feel so great everything are going well na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;April 18 - Ate's Grad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf78vc9X4_I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/R6Ra9LSbb6s/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf78vc9X4_I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/R6Ra9LSbb6s/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331976901010908146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf78viINisI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Hwc_P0G-H4g/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf78viINisI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Hwc_P0G-H4g/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331976902398544578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oyeah. Double celebration. She graduated in PICC. She's a BA Marketing grad of Lyceum of the Philippines University. Went to Bonifacio High Street (where I got my inspration for layie) Ate lunch at Gilligans in Market Market (where she received her *toot*K from Ninong!) Andadaya nila talaga. Wait till I graduate! &amp;amp; at Pancake House for desserts. Hahaha. Wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;April 21 - Tuesday Yey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf8B2pcoGiI/AAAAAAAAAg4/MCEDnBxGLx8/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf8B2pcoGiI/AAAAAAAAAg4/MCEDnBxGLx8/s320/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331982522180442658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With my HS friends Lawrence &amp;amp; Dan. Hahaha. Trip lang. Minsanan lang eh. Went to Kalaw (at Dan's church) first. Used the wi-fi muna and kwento kwento. Buti na lang Dan had a car so di dyahe. Went to Market Market. Ate at Sbarros. Tapos, dahil walang Fast &amp;amp; Furious 4 dun, we went to SM North. Hahaha. tae. Roadtrip talaga. Ang layo kea and there was a heavy rain! Soundtrip. Gaganda ng tunes nila! Hahaha. Then, next day nito puro shopping naman para dun sa work sa forbes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;April 23 - Exclusive Photoshoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf8B3AA4aTI/AAAAAAAAAhA/S729olz5cUs/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf8B3AA4aTI/AAAAAAAAAhA/S729olz5cUs/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331982528238086450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a request. For Ninong. Went to Forbes. Mejo bangag coz we were all stressed and we all slept late. If you would actually get to see the rest of the pictures, anliliit ng mga mata namin. Hahaha. Ansaya nito kasi sabay kami ni Smiley nag WS. Hahaha. Ok. Ekzaj. Oras lang naman. Nakakatawa nga eh xe happy worship talaga. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;April 28 - Back to Era&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Era to accompany my sis for her school stuffs. Ayai. Mabulokerz na kami dun nanaman pareho.Hahaha. Met my brothers! Natuwa aq kasi ung utak ko nakasettle pa sa May1 na makikita ko sila. We ate lunch together and I couldn't be happier with them. Andami nilang kwento sa mga suguan nila. Naintiende ko naman sila. Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;April 29 - Back to Era part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw kuya Doraemon. Hahaha. Ako pala model nia sa calling card nea. Ahaha. Ayos. Ate with kuya Bryan. At ung "Toyo Moment"? Don't ask! Shopped with my sisters in Trinoma after. SawMeggie and July. Aw,HS friends! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;April 30 - Gen. R. ng MMN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Rizal Stadium para sa posting ng mga receptionist and ung mga gagawin ko.Hahaha. Gen rehearsal na din pala ng mga chorale. Hayun. Andaming brethrens which was fun. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;May 1- MMN Family Fun Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf8B3BVyH1I/AAAAAAAAAhI/BsfSCdHcwTI/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf8B3BVyH1I/AAAAAAAAAhI/BsfSCdHcwTI/s320/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331982528594190162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf8AXqLlPHI/AAAAAAAAAgw/w1zqvmA0hfU/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf8AXqLlPHI/AAAAAAAAAgw/w1zqvmA0hfU/s320/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331980890289814642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabehan! Parang last year lang eh nakita ko si former crush dito. Haha. Refer to this &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;. And ngayon, ayon nademonyo daw cia. Hahaha. Di na nagpunta. Before, pumapel ako bilang isa sa mga 122 Kabataan ng Paco, ngayon ako ay isang bonggang trophy girl. Hahaha. At receptionist ng mga VIP sa distrito. Ayun, kea masaya pa din kahit 2nd runner up lang ang lokal at Bo. Obrero pa rin ang winner. Hm. I have gained new friends! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf8D5ZFSVtI/AAAAAAAAAhw/8-wiXC-21Bk/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf8D5ZFSVtI/AAAAAAAAAhw/8-wiXC-21Bk/s320/17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331984768350443218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aw.The very same table where we saw my former crush eating with his friends last year. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf8E2z1LOhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Ar7oAa89R40/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf8E2z1LOhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Ar7oAa89R40/s320/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331985823502645778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf8E2vgD8CI/AAAAAAAAAh4/OHc6mt0moJ4/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf8E2vgD8CI/AAAAAAAAAh4/OHc6mt0moJ4/s320/18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331985822340345890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;May 2 - Nuvali Lot Visit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf8E3mSg9YI/AAAAAAAAAiI/ORzw35qi8O0/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf8E3mSg9YI/AAAAAAAAAiI/ORzw35qi8O0/s320/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331985837047477634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anlayo. Hahaha. Pero malapit sa old village namin. Waha. Good lots and ang ganda ng mga house for viewing. For investment ulit kasi. Super pagod. Ate at Kanin Club (as usual). Tapos, nako si former crush eh super utos nitong mga moments na to. Super kainis kea. Hahaha. Buti nga di gumana. Hahahaha. Peace! ^^v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf8F3TRvtYI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/VPV2F924pDU/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf8F3TRvtYI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/VPV2F924pDU/s320/20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331986931455604098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ayan. Hahaha. Actually yung mga plurk buddies ko updated about sakin. Wuhaha. So magplurk na din keo! hahaha. Masaya cia. Madami pang nangyare. This was just the stuffs I remember so well and don't want to forget. Super madaming moments na nangyari sakin for 1 and a half month. Im happy actually. Except today. Mejo badtrip. Hahaha. Coz I lost the scrabble game by default. Powtek. Ako champion dun eh tas biglang loser??? Ahahai. Bawi ako sa tagisan. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So un. I bombarded this post with so much stuff. Hahaha. I will update this as much as I could na. Its hard updating once with a lot to remember. Aw, school is nearing na din. Wuxulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Beng!&lt;/span&gt; oh. And happy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt;(?) to my friend&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Chesca&lt;/span&gt;. She knows it naman why. :] Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-2816831654715535937?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/2816831654715535937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=2816831654715535937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/2816831654715535937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/2816831654715535937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-update-aw.html' title='Hey update!'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sf7_JF9XX6I/AAAAAAAAAgg/0368CmzpfbA/s72-c/1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-5545245144451737107</id><published>2009-05-01T18:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:14:21.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refer to my plurk muna!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Refer to my plurk muna!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wah. Sorry Im having a hard time updating my blog now. Pfft. I wanted sequenced events eh kea yoko muna mag-update na pang ngayon. I just got home from Musikapisanan 4. Oyeah. Basta, will tell more soon once I found time. Im too addicted to plurk! (KAPLURKPLURK!!!) hahaha. So there, check my plurkie box on the right side. I don't want to have my karma down that's why I update it always. Also, meron ciang update sa phone so un. I have to get my karma going so I have to plurk &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;EVERYDAY&lt;/span&gt;. Ahoho. Kea un, refer to my plurkie muna. Create your own plurk na din and let's be friends!!! :] wee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-5545245144451737107?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/5545245144451737107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=5545245144451737107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/5545245144451737107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/5545245144451737107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/05/refer-to-my-plurk-muna-wah.html' title='Refer to my plurk muna!!!'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-5900232802408369660</id><published>2009-04-24T19:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:18:02.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to keep you updated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Something to keep you updated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SfGp_dk5nqI/AAAAAAAAAfI/M_AhsIG2n_c/s1600-h/new+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SfGp_dk5nqI/AAAAAAAAAfI/M_AhsIG2n_c/s320/new+145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328226741892259490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will be back soon. I just updated the skin...so that's a hint Im updating about what had happen after the last post. There are a lot to talk about so Im really preparing for hours in front of the screen... and I will be allotting time for that. I have to focus first on what's more important for now since there are so much to do for summer. Hahaha. But I am inspired. Things these days are quite good for me. Im happily adjusting for the remaining days of summer. Oh, and is it really summer? I am loving the rain anyway. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-5900232802408369660?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/5900232802408369660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=5900232802408369660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/5900232802408369660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/5900232802408369660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-to-keep-you-updated.html' title='Something to keep you updated.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SfGp_dk5nqI/AAAAAAAAAfI/M_AhsIG2n_c/s72-c/new+145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-4686447228240784206</id><published>2009-04-07T18:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:23:15.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Woah. Long time indeed. I missed this whole thing, reminiscing old stuffs. Lately, I've been resting and unwinding since I have really suffered from the sleepless nights during the last few weeks of school days. I had fun with my schoolmates in EK, which we had after I got home from dorm, although after that,I wasn't really in the urge to update. And then, my sister Rachelle already graduated highschool, my Ate in the next few days already finishing college &amp;amp; lil bro has just finished his 4th grade, which was all goooood. Im 2 thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 5th yr BEM friends also graduated. I was happy that they had appreciated the gift. :) It was all rush but thank God, I managed to give it on time. They are currently having hard times with the new places they were in. I continue to pray for them, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was back to being busy with my church duty, which I am currently fulfilling happily. The recent Fun Games was all fun and made me meet new friends. I was also back into my old past-times, reading, watching chick flicks, practicing guitar, and doing chores. Im thinking that this summer might be great. My family are currently planning to have weekends stuffs since we could not have summer getaways on distant provinces. We just got home from Laguna last week and this coming thursday, we're out for Nueva Ecija.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my summer will be all good. Sometimes, I actually make "muni-muni" in the morning the moment I open my eyes, and think about the last summer I had. I was like, "I should be busier today or else...." I don't want to miss stuffs again since during my last summer, I was sick and I was in-&amp;amp;out of the hospital, which was baaad, I know. I was stuck with the Hana Kimi Episodes on crunchyroll &amp;amp; friendster. Duh. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of plans, actually, which my Mom approved of. Haha. She did not want me to have summer job so I decided to take the Parateachers for SKP. I was also again the tutor for the Tagisan ng Talino which I think will make me busier for the rest of the summer. I am also looking forward for the pictorial with our dad's boss, which should be settled sometime after holy week. I do not know what will this summer be like... but yeah, I think it sounds just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I just want to spill this... so sorry. Haha. I know its getting worse... and worst everyday. With each note you were pointing to, I know its very hard to control such stuffs and pretend that it has nothing to do with who you are. We are not kids anymore to make childish acts and yet, we feel like we are not even adult enough to fight the enticement. Sometimes, I just want to place you somewhere away from me and say that you had not existed at all. But its just not that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tuloy&lt;/span&gt;, I find it amusing how &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; granted my prayers for this long. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It was just like last year you were a stranger, and now you are something to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sds5Ix45GgI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Dp-v8dS958Y/s1600-h/p2k8+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sds5Ix45GgI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Dp-v8dS958Y/s320/p2k8+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321910207662070274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hae.........&lt;br /&gt;Update of skin is up next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-4686447228240784206?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/4686447228240784206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=4686447228240784206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/4686447228240784206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/4686447228240784206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sds5Ix45GgI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Dp-v8dS958Y/s72-c/p2k8+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-7222574920026665403</id><published>2009-03-19T21:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T18:58:11.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorm days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sophomore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CEM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salisi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inc'/><title type='text'>Last. Penalty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;Last. Penalty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last. Last. Last. Sorry for not updating for like hell weeks. Its been really hell. I was actually sick today. Hm. I have to make this quick. Today was my last day. Well actually yesterday was my last exam. I packed up this morning. And everything was just so different... this vacation seems to be the start of another new dimension I know I will soon encounter. Anyhoo, I'll update about everything next time. I just want to mark today the last... last sopho day. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My heartfelt thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Haven Dorm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Bhang, Ate Heidi, Ate Karen, Ate Anette, all the Ates. (Hehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Room 208.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My locker.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Corpuz &amp;amp; Lavapalooza (for my laundries! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;) Roommates. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUQMATES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Karls &amp;amp; Ate Dai.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(ILy and IwMy. :[ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perez Sisters, Ate Micah &amp;amp; Ate Jen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dormmates.&lt;br /&gt;Haven Foodcourt.&lt;br /&gt;Haven Rooftop. (EMOments. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;Central Ave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Crest. &lt;/span&gt;(Thanks for the dinner supply. :)&lt;br /&gt;NELD 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St. Jo.&lt;/span&gt; (Superrrrr. :)&lt;br /&gt;A1.&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Jojo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brothers Marlon, Rue, Rodin and Kenneth. &lt;/span&gt;(Happy graduation! :)&lt;br /&gt;Brother Rohan. :]&lt;br /&gt;Gawain people.&lt;br /&gt;Teptep! (Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;BEM friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;BEM inspirations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;BEM crushes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(ahahai.)&lt;br /&gt;BEM stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;BEM...chorvaloo. (Hahaha. Mga snob!)&lt;br /&gt;BEM creepy. (Ung mga bumubulong. Haha. Labo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Sitas. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagis Lakas days. (oyeah.)&lt;br /&gt;CS Volleyball team.&lt;br /&gt;CEM basketball players.&lt;br /&gt;CET basketball players.&lt;br /&gt;CET men's volleyball players.&lt;br /&gt;My kabatian people.&lt;br /&gt;New found friends.&lt;br /&gt;Chesca &amp;amp; Jessie Lyn. :)&lt;br /&gt;Insekyurrrr girls.(whoever you are, yes dear, thank you. :)&lt;br /&gt;The shuttle bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The shuttle konduktors!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(nagpapasalamat ang iniong prinsesa! :)&lt;br /&gt;Shuttle area in school.&lt;br /&gt;Shuttle area in Central.&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Guard at Haven (Kuya, you left. Sabi mo di ka papalitan :[ )&lt;br /&gt;Lady Guards. (The 4 of you! IMy :)&lt;br /&gt;Log-out notebook.&lt;br /&gt;Overnight passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salaysays... &lt;/span&gt;(ayayayai... :)&lt;br /&gt;Central Temple guards.&lt;br /&gt;Central Temple log-in book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Central Temple. (Loved.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;"&gt;Sanctuario. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana Q, Mani &amp;amp; Taho. (yeah! cheap thrills.)&lt;br /&gt;Cafeteria. (For my bfast!!! Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;Classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yumie, Elaine, Kisa &amp;amp; Tin. :))&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Lea, Joan, May, Berna, Robin, &amp;amp; Jayjay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schoolmates.&lt;br /&gt;Profs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Darn Profs.&lt;/span&gt; (Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;Hudyat.&lt;br /&gt;Hudyat team.&lt;br /&gt;Ate Neri! (Wao. Special mention! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Salisis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;Unforgettable songs.&lt;br /&gt;Trike rides.&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon sunsets.&lt;br /&gt;Rainy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Long walk trips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet-ups.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWKWARD moments&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Morning hunger.&lt;br /&gt;Morning classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Morning worship service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Case Study days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn studies.&lt;br /&gt;Late Night Reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Petiks &amp;amp; Banjing modes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puyatan nights.&lt;br /&gt;Nonsense kwentuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My 4pm panata :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and to all that I have not mentioned yet deeply touched my life and influenced my perception for the coming days ahead... Thank you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;"&gt;To my JUNIOR year! cheers. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---EK NA KAMI BUKAS!!! AYOKO NA MATULOG!!! Hahaha. Penalty ako sa Haven Dorm. Shit. Sorry roommates. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-7222574920026665403?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/7222574920026665403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=7222574920026665403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/7222574920026665403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/7222574920026665403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/03/last.html' title='Last. Penalty.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-530309561128981325</id><published>2009-03-05T16:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T18:33:31.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edward kuno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dialogue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Buddha, ako pala si Sheena. xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;Buddha, ako pala si Sheena. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ayai. Im back!!! Haha. Im still busy though but I want updates. I believe the next 2weeks will be a hectic one and busier than ever. We were actually rushing out everything! Haha. Its good we were creating schedules for the sake of our case studies. Darn. We were one down! We had our first defense yesterday, which was a killer. Haha. But it was fun though. We learned. And that's the most important part. Right? Er. So what? Here's some updates. I was really out for a long time, I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CET WK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sa-bz8MOO-I/AAAAAAAAAeI/NIlmRWlDrnM/s1600-h/a.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sa-bz8MOO-I/AAAAAAAAAeI/NIlmRWlDrnM/s320/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309633802326129634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha. Claiming daw ba? idk. We won as champions sa Volleyball Girls and Basketball. 1st runner up ung Volleyball boys. Nice. But I know CS ang maraming panalo. Haha. Palong-palo. It was one of the happiest weeks ever. Compared to last year kasi, that week was one of our busiest kaya un... banjing talaga. Haha. Labas masok sa school. :] We stopped thinking about case studies that time because we know we'll never get that moment back again. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sa-b0fslVPI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/LMDeiFo8oEw/s1600-h/b+copy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sa-b0fslVPI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/LMDeiFo8oEw/s320/b+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309633811857102066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yan ang naging team mates ko. Im happy I got the chance to know them. As in natuwa akong naging open sila sakin. Infairness, because of the vbol games, I met alot of people I have not noticed before. Siguro nga, maxado kaming nakafocus sa studies we missed moments of meeting other people. Ayan. They were my new friends. Edi dumami kabatian ko sa scul. Haha. At mga tagahanga. Wao. Tagahanga??? Hahaha. Ae, ako pala ung humahanga. May kras nanaman ako. Haha. CS. Hahahaha. Hae. Tae. Hae talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sa-b0sZVDsI/AAAAAAAAAeY/9qUeLtCI7kQ/s1600-h/C+copy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sa-b0sZVDsI/AAAAAAAAAeY/9qUeLtCI7kQ/s320/C+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309633815266004674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badtrip ako sa jersey ko nun eh. Pinalagay ko rehinagrasia. Wan ko bakit naging Rheg un. Hae. Pero oks lang. Infairness ulit, andami kong naging friends dahil sa jersey. Hahaha. Hanep. Gumaganon ako. Tae. Hahaha. So aiun. Haha. Masaya naman. Katulad ng pic na yan. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&amp;gt;^^,v&amp;lt;  ***dumaan si kras.***  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rheg:&lt;/span&gt; Hae, si Edward Kuno!!! *di na mapakali...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tin:&lt;/span&gt; Ahaha. Ang haba ng buhok mo ate rheg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rheg: &lt;/span&gt;Naku, ung jersey ko, di ko suot. Tsk. (anlantod ko. hehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jays:&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***after 5 mins...***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jays:&lt;/span&gt; Yun ba ung crush mo? (parang walang muang.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rheg: &lt;/span&gt;Opo. Bakit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jays: &lt;/span&gt;Kamuka ni Edward Cullen un eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rheg:&lt;/span&gt; Ahaha. Ang slow. Kaya nga Edward Kuno eh!!! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yon. So hindi lang pala ako. Ok. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sa-b1WS2n0I/AAAAAAAAAeo/4mv5jgtGWdY/s1600-h/E.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sa-b1WS2n0I/AAAAAAAAAeo/4mv5jgtGWdY/s320/E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309633826513133378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Db nauso ung Mcdo commercial? One of the CET wk days, maen kami sa Jabee. Haha. Aion. Naalala namin ung Mcdo. Labo. Tas hangkyut lang nila. Baligtad pa sila ng kulay ng bag. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Debut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sa-ocIncgkI/AAAAAAAAAew/3WUGl2NKuOg/s1600-h/F.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sa-ocIncgkI/AAAAAAAAAew/3WUGl2NKuOg/s320/F.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309647686995837506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Feb 26, me and my sisters attended our Ka MTs debut. It was fun because the place was superb. Un lang, I was so tired that time. Wala akong pahinga and we arrived home so late. 7am pa pasok ko so mejo bangag talaga. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Blood Donation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sa-b1Do62oI/AAAAAAAAAeg/FurQ-cedI98/s1600-h/D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sa-b1Do62oI/AAAAAAAAAeg/FurQ-cedI98/s320/D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309633821505411714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next day, I was 30mins late. After ng isang machine problem, natawa ako't nahatak ako sa blood donation. Last year, I knew I was underweight so hindi na ko nagpascreen. Ngayon, parang nagkayayaan lang for representatives of CS. Hahaha. And possible ako magdonate. Hanep. At dahil sa gusto ko naman maexperince kahit ang tanong pa eh "Did you get enough rest last night?" Ang sagot ko ay "Yes." Hayun. Dedz ako after. 3 days akong masakit ang batok! Hahaha. Nice. At least I've tried. I felt like I was a  very good samaritan that time. I wonder where my B+ blood goes. Hmm. :] Thanx to Ate Shela for photos. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what was with my malamang post? Wala lang. Haha. Ae, what's with the title pala? Yon. Yon ang issue. Haha. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;"&gt;Yung Buddha&lt;/span&gt;. Wan ko kay sir anjel bakit pilit na ipinipilit samin ung Buddhang yan nung nagdedefend kami. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sir Anjel: &lt;/span&gt;Regine, kaya pa? Maniwala ka kasi dito... Buddha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rheg: &lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sir Anjel: &lt;/span&gt;Regine!!! Buddha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rheg&lt;/span&gt;:...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sir Anjel: &lt;/span&gt;Walang talab Buddha ko sa inyo ah. Buddha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rheg:&lt;/span&gt; Sir wag nga kau makulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sir Anjel: &lt;/span&gt;Makyat na kau sa taas. Dun na natin ituloy defense nio. 203.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rheg:&lt;/span&gt; Wait lang sir. Matatapos na to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sir Anjel:&lt;/span&gt; Jin. (Aba, feeler. haha.) Jin! Jin! Jin! Jin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rheg:&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sir Anjel:&lt;/span&gt; Buddha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idol nun si Buddha eh. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;"&gt;At si Sheena?.&lt;/span&gt;.. haha. I met Bro. Jace. Sekunyir. Ayon. Isa siya sa mga lingkod ni God na nameet ko dahil sa shuttle. Ahahai. Last Monday, I ate my breakfast sa school. Sa di malamang dahilan, dun din maen si Bro. EK. Haha. Ok. So kasama nia pala si Bro. Jace. Maen ako. Nakita ako ni Bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Wave siya kahit 10 tables pagitan namin...Lapit.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, bakit ka mag-isa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rheg: &lt;/span&gt;Kaen po. Wala pa pong prof eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***I was hearing EK's voice sa likod ko. Ahaha. Bumili cia talagang dun pa!***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J: &lt;/span&gt;Blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rheg:&lt;/span&gt; Opo. Blah....(sikretong usapan. haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J: &lt;/span&gt;Ah cge baka naiistorbo kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rheg: &lt;/span&gt;Ae brother, anu nga po name niu ulit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; Ae Jace. Ikaw ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rheg: &lt;/span&gt;Regine po.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; Ay akala ko Sheena. Pinapatanong kasi nung clasmate ko blah.... (woh? tlaga lang ah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rheg: &lt;/span&gt;San naman po nanggaling un?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J: &lt;/span&gt;Tama kami ng course, at year. Pero mali ng name. Hahaha. (kami? wao. nino?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rheg:&lt;/span&gt; (Wao. Stalk? Hahaha.) Ah. Rej na lang po.&lt;br /&gt;Blah...&lt;br /&gt;Blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un lang. Duh. Super kiligness. :] Komiti time ko na. At need ko pa magreview. Docu and 2 more defenses. Ahahai. Aja aja. Till next time na!!! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-530309561128981325?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/530309561128981325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=530309561128981325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/530309561128981325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/530309561128981325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/03/buddha-ako-pala-si-sheena.html' title='Buddha, ako pala si Sheena. xD'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/Sa-bz8MOO-I/AAAAAAAAAeI/NIlmRWlDrnM/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-8935052150504311836</id><published>2009-02-26T17:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:44:55.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Issue. Busy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Issue. Busy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hae. Missed updating. But will update soon soon soon. Maybe 23 days after end of Feb??? Haha. No way. Will post regarding the CET week, the case studies, gah.... and everything. Its been a while. Last year, my Feb had so much to blab about. Now what? Haha. I have so much stuffs to think. My sopho year is ending!!! Hae. Now my parents are out for Bacolod. Im stuck with 3 defenses next week. I've been learning the other side of my friends (whut?). &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Issues dear, issues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And Im bidding goodbye to my BEM friends!!! Ayai. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bleeding brain. Rawr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-8935052150504311836?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/8935052150504311836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=8935052150504311836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/8935052150504311836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/8935052150504311836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/02/issue.html' title='Issue. Busy.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-5873500287636648948</id><published>2009-02-14T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:50:49.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sino si LGDCB?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Sino si LGDCB?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sino nga ba siya? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ae ewan ko&lt;/span&gt;. Ang alam ko lang, isa siyang panatiko ng aking Cbox, isang babaeng insekyurrrr, walang magawa sa buhay at talagang nagaaksaya ng panahon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I am not making this entry just to make things worst. I am making this post because I want that LGDCB to realize that she's just wasting her time on earth spilling non sense stuffs and flooding my very Cbox. Ano, nagetz mo ba? Haha. Baka na-nosebleed ka na jan. Haha. Pero bago ko toh simulan, I know my limits. Sinabi sa pulong namin before na &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;think as Christians before doing anything on the net&lt;/span&gt;. Ok. This only means na in your case, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;di nag-sink&lt;/span&gt; in sa utak mo un kaya ganyan ka. In other words, di ka matinong Kristiyano. Ahahai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige. Start. Achuli, we do not know her. Before, she was bugging my sister's cbox. So tinangal muna ng sis ko para walang gulo. Aba, ang iha di tumigil. Kinuha ang number out from nowhere ng kapatid ko and started txting her. So mejo mayabang pa cia nun eh. As in superrr. Haha. Until she used the initials &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;LGDCB&lt;/span&gt;. Siya daw yan. Sorry, pero this made us jump to the conclusions na siya si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;yden &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;niezska &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;ela &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;amarra &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;attung. Also, she was the only girl we know before who was related to SG. Pero ciempre, we believe &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;this was just so impossible&lt;/span&gt; because we were not so close to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. So I went straight to Kuya Bryan. Para na din masigurado if he knew the number because he was Gniezska's friend. Ang di ko lang talaga magets sa nangyari was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When I told Kuya Bryan about this, sabi nia baka daw si Nika ung naiisip namin (which was quite true) because of the initials. Pero sabi nia, hindi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAW&lt;/span&gt; nia magagawa un. So ok. Di naman din namin kilala un so sabi namin hindi nga siya. Ung mejo magulo, sabi nung girl na un, hindi daw cia un dahil &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; pa daw cia nagpupunta sa blog ng sis ko, ginagamit lang daw ang initials niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER PA NAGPUPUNTA?&lt;/span&gt; Eh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how come na alam nia&lt;/span&gt; na ung initials nia ang ginagamit? Never ko sinabi ung initials na ginagamit nung secret hater kay Kuya Bry! (One point. Haha.) Are you getting my point? Ahahai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. After about 15mins na katxt ko si Kuya Bry at sinasabing di daw un si Nika, ok na kami. Humingi na din kami ng sorry kay Nika through kuya Bry dahil siya ung naiisip namin. Aiun, after 15mins nga, nagtext ung LGDCB sa sis ko saying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SORRY&lt;/span&gt;. Woah. Talaga lang. Kaya sinasabi ko sa secret hater na un dati na &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nung ako ung gumawa ng aksyon, natiriring siya.&lt;/span&gt; (Ano, d'you remember?) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Bakit biglang nagsorry si secret hater?&lt;/span&gt; Isang malaking BAKIT. Nung una, alpha kapal tas ganun? So  sabi ng sis ko, ok lang daw un sa kanya. Wala na rin naman daw un and nagsorry na sila sa isa't isa pareho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro after 2weeks, ayan na naman si secret hater. At CBOX ko na ang ginamit. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tek not&lt;/span&gt;. Isa siyang brethren. Nakakainis kasi isipin na ganun siya. Parang di pinangangaralan. Walang modo. Or baka lamig? Siguro. Naku, eh feeling ko pa naman MT siya sa isang kagawaran. Baka masabihan pang salot ng kapatiran? Awts naman siguro un db. Hindi na inisip ang kahalalan. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Napupulaan ang buong katawan ng dahil sa isang kamalian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tandaan mo yan. Kaya dapat iniisip mo yung mga pinaggagawa mo. Kahit sabihin mong net lang toh, oo net lang toh pero ikaw, nila- LANG mo lang ba ang sarili mo? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hinirang&lt;/span&gt; ka db? Ba't ganyan ka? Wala kaming balak patulan ka, di mo ba napapansin un? Na di nga kami halos nagrerepz sa mga nilalagay mo sa cbox. Ung sa ate ko, binago nia ung cbox nia para na din mabawasan pagkakasala mo. Ae, dear. Ikaw ang ayaw umawat. Tandaan mo, tong blog ko, ang may pinakamaraming nagbabasa compare sa 2 sis ko. Kaya madaming pumapatol sayo eh. See the point? Kahit bem napapadpad dito. Oo, kahit si SG. At nabasa nia ung pinaglalagay mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ka ba nahihiya nian? Alam mo, konting banat mo pa, kilalang kilala ka namin. There are two ways kasi. Its either you are using someone to use the initials para pag nagdrop kami ng name, kami ung isusumbong mo para kami ung lumabas na nambibintang or ikaw talaga yan. Ae di kami bubitz gurl. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nakailang Blog Wars na kami ng dinaanan&lt;/span&gt;. Whatever is the case, ikaw pa rin ang bottom line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabehan, di ka man lang tamaan. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Salitang INC&lt;/span&gt; na ito iha. Kapag dumaplis pa to sayo, ae bahala ka na talagang magaksaya ng buhay mo. Sige magflood ka sa cbox ko, ako lang ba nakakabasa nian? Tuloy mo yan dear, go. Ikaw lang ba nakakakilala sa sarili mo? Isipin mong may nakatingin sa Itaas na di na nalugod sa ginawa mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, for archives. Eto lang naman ung mga pinaglalagay mo sa cbox ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;secret h8r&lt;/b&gt;: tell rachelle may that i will forgive her ONLY if she let him go.. tell her to do it soon.. very soon.. she knows what it is and i dont hve 2 mention it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;secret h8r&lt;/b&gt;: tell her also to cut her communication with him.. i'll know if she did that.. or else.. tell her that she isn't the only beautiful girl living in this world.. she's some kind of a feeler.. and tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;secret h8r&lt;/b&gt;: her that delete all of her oh so not lovely poems about him in friendster and their photos which makes me sick (the one w/ him).. tell her that if he really set him free, erase all the communications&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;secret h8r&lt;/b&gt;: that she has with him.. juz to move on.. from LGDCB..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;LGDCB&lt;/b&gt;: cge nga, kung klala mo ako, cnu ako?? hahaha.. eh kung di mo masabi.. may kuliling ka, hahaha.. fling kc ng chelle na yan, pti na rin kau, mggnda keo, as if nman no.. ppngit neo nga eh.. jaz, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(sorry. di kami feeler eh. basta muka kaming maayos, ok lang. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;LGDCB&lt;/b&gt;: thanks pla sa compliment.. hnde sa world, kay chelle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;LGDCB&lt;/b&gt;: binhi pa nga yang chelle na yan nagaka commitment na siya sa mas bata sa kanya&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(bakit, di ba binhi ka din?!?! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;LGDCB&lt;/b&gt;: cge nga, cnu ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;LGDCB&lt;/b&gt;: anu, wla ka msbi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;LGDCB&lt;/b&gt;: iuulat ko clang dlwa hahaha.. di neo nman ako kilala eh, mga bliw kayo, kung klala neo ako mention neo muna name ko, hahahahaha&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(I've mentioned on my post my reason here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;LGDCB&lt;/b&gt;: tlga den? hha. u dont know hu ur dealing with.. if i said so, i'll do it!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(then do it!!! now na!!! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;LGDCB&lt;/b&gt;: kwawa nman kau, mxdo kau nag22lungan nakakatawa kau bshin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;LGDCB&lt;/b&gt;: grabeh, kailangan pa ng mrmi bago mapabagsak ang isa, funny!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(ae di pa nga namin yan sinasabihan about sayo eh. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;LGDCB&lt;/b&gt;: this war is between me and chelle, why are u joining?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(kasi you are out of place)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;LGDCB&lt;/b&gt;: i know why, cause you cant do anything with your life!! People this days.. tsk3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;LGDCB&lt;/b&gt;: filipinos are so "pakielamero at pakielamera, chismoso at chismosa"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(onga eh. parang ikaw. hehe.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;LGDCB&lt;/b&gt;: u cant stop me u know, everyone of you..&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(bakit, sinu nagsabi pinipigilan ka namin? Libre ka ngang magflood sa cbox ko eh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;LGDCB&lt;/b&gt;: i'll always flood here! hha&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(go. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;LGDCB&lt;/b&gt;: to chelle, ur a moron! he likes u for his lustness, hha..&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(ae talaga. haha. kaya pala sila superrrrr happy.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;LGDCB&lt;/b&gt;: ang pandak mo pla chelle, di bgay, kylangan mas "dwarf" pa, hha&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(5'5 ay pandak. oo, pandak un.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;LGDCB&lt;/b&gt;: ugly malayang girls!! mpu2ti lang kau, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(ae thank u.)&lt;/span&gt;pero ang pangit neo (inside and out) hha&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(inside and out? ow? talaga lang ah. batet ka insekyurrrr? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;LGDCB&lt;/b&gt;: visit u nxt tyme! hhe. gonna flood nxt tym! hha &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(ok, we'll wait :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konsensya? Meron ka pa ba nun? Or tutuloy mo yang bruised pride mo? Ok. Go. Ajaness. Kung ganyan lang din ugali mo, ae sana si SG eh di talaga mapunta sayo. At alam mo bang ipinagpanata ka ng sis ko since the day na nagsorry ka? Sabi nia pag di ka na talaga nanggulo, hindi ikaw ung LGDCB na kilala namin. And the other way around. Eh tinuloy mo pa ulit? You know what that meant. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sorry ah&lt;/span&gt;. Pero walang mapupunta sa isip namin kundi ikaw. Even if it is your friend, or someone related to you na gumagamit ng initials mo, bakit di mo kami mismo iconfront at magsorry. You don't sound so concern. Kaya sinu pa nga ba sasagi sa utak namin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayayai. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This will be our last talk&lt;/span&gt;. We don't have to waste our time keeping you entertained. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;They're happy&lt;/span&gt;. That's one thing na di magbabago sa kapatid ko at kay SG. At alam mo bang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;di ka naman nila issue&lt;/span&gt;? Sorry girl. And pag may pumatol pa jan sayo sa cbox ko, wala na kami paki. Labas na kami jan. As I have mentioned, this will be our last response to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamaan ka sana. At magpakatino ka na. We're open 24hours for your apology. If you're just soooo ma-pride, go flood my cbox for fun. Continue making us happy. Hmkay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Smile. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-5873500287636648948?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/5873500287636648948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=5873500287636648948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/5873500287636648948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/5873500287636648948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/02/sino-si-lgdcb-sino-nga-ba-siya-ae-ewan.html' title='Sino si LGDCB?'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-2705865205257646820</id><published>2009-02-02T20:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:01:53.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pebrero dalawang libo at siyam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Pebrero dalawang libo at siyam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SYbtdL_o9HI/AAAAAAAAAdw/jUnV3hHXNqE/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SYbtdL_o9HI/AAAAAAAAAdw/jUnV3hHXNqE/s320/heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298183097339671666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko sukat akalain&lt;br /&gt;Iba talaga pag natutupad ang kasiyahan&lt;br /&gt;Kasiyahang mababaw, ika nga&lt;br /&gt;Salamat sa mga &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"kuya"&lt;/span&gt; ko&lt;br /&gt;Na nagpaliwanag at nagbigay aliw&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga bagay na hinihintay kong bigkasin nila&lt;br /&gt;Natapos na rin ang paghihintay&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga papuri at kwento&lt;br /&gt;At sa kanilang mga pangako&lt;br /&gt;Salamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukas...haharap ang isa sa paghatol&lt;br /&gt;At sana bigyan ako ng pagkakataon na masilayan siya&lt;br /&gt;Upang hindi niya ako makalimutan&lt;br /&gt;Sana ay makapagbigay ako ng ibayong kalakasan&lt;br /&gt;Maging daan ako para sa hindi malilimutang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doktrina&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salamat din sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;isang sulyap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na itinulot para mabuo ang isang araw&lt;br /&gt;Sapagkat ang pagod ng katawan ay tunay na nakakapanghina&lt;br /&gt;At nawa nakapagdulot ang pagkakataong yaon&lt;br /&gt;Ng ngiti at kilig&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang sa muling pagkakataon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ansaya. Nawiwili ako sa deep tegelog. Duh. :] Feb-ibig na! Darn. Napakabilis ng panahon. Parang nuon lang. Tas ngayon... hae. Labless? Eh and estado ko? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Naghihintay.&lt;/span&gt; Na.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah????? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hindi rin. Imposible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-2705865205257646820?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/2705865205257646820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=2705865205257646820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/2705865205257646820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/2705865205257646820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/02/pebrero-dalawang-libo-at-siyam.html' title='Pebrero dalawang libo at siyam.'/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SYbtdL_o9HI/AAAAAAAAAdw/jUnV3hHXNqE/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-521192598334869730</id><published>2009-01-31T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:43:38.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bakit tinawag ka pa kasi?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hehe. Anchorva nung title. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We saw each other. Again. &lt;strong&gt;Like we were already counting years for the first glimpse since the December Days.&lt;/strong&gt; Nothing much has changed since our talk. We were still within our old selves. But this time, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it was harder to resist his stares&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It was as if I should always look back. We look like we have known nothing, which was good, coz we almost know everything. And both of us were just excellent playing their roles. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nagkita ulit kami.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aiun, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;siya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Pogi pa rin. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/em&gt; (ngak!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Aiun... nainlab nanaman! este...naiinlab ulit!...ae...basta. May natira pa palang pagtingin!&lt;/em&gt; (Nyek!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hahahaha! Bakit kasi &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;apat mata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nia eh. Ae. Bakit kasi nakasalamin ka? &lt;strong&gt;Edi mababasa mo na toh!&lt;/strong&gt; Wee! Olrayyyyyyt. Tss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kelangan ko na &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;magprak&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sa vbol. Ayayai. 5 case studies??? Goodluckerz naman. Ajaneneness!!! :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-521192598334869730?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/521192598334869730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=521192598334869730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/521192598334869730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/521192598334869730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/01/bakit-tinawag-ka-pa-kasi-hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-9036849352928369995</id><published>2009-01-25T22:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T18:29:52.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edward kuno'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movie Reviews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yo. I've been really busy lately because of the Midterm exams that I missed to share some of those stuffs I was into these past few days. As an update, I want to talk about movies today. I want to share my review to you coz I have watched 2 great films this week and last week. Haha. I gave myself a break from the exams and school works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/10o43r9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"We're meeting in the middle, we finally caught up with each other"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.impawards.com/2008/curious_case_of_benjamin_button_ver10.html"&gt;CHECK&lt;/a&gt; this link for the posters they have used for the film, which were all great.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We watched this last January 17, without my sis Rachelle who was enjoying her retreat. We were so bored that time we had no choice but to stay out of the house and watch. I've read numerous articles about this film and I was just so curious. And I was right! It was a great movie. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was waaaaaaaaay better than great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The concept was just extraordinary. Brad Pitt was just as handsome as ever and Cate Blanchett was so graceful. The plot was really good you will never get bored, really, even the film rolls for 2 and a half hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As you all might know, this film is about Benjamin.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A boy, born under unusual circumstances.&lt;/span&gt; He has a mind of a kid but with the appearance of an old man. He ages backwards. As time passed by, he would look younger and younger. He met Daisy, during their childhood days (or should I say his old days since he was old faceted then). They met again, after Benjamin worked from the city. And this time, their ages met. But, like what we expect, Benjamin grew younger, as Daisy grew older. The end of the movie was so touching… Benjamin died as a baby, and to make it more depressing, Daisy, who grew old, took care of Benjamin when he died. Aw. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Sniff*&lt;/span&gt; I just could not imagine how the two of them were sweet couples before that at the end, Benjamin looked like he was the grandson of Daisy. Gah!!! Just watch the film. Hmkay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SXx_ii-lgHI/AAAAAAAAAdo/mm2dvulX_yI/s320/slumdog_millionaire.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295247493362450546" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This was an Indian film that won most of the critics' votes for numerous categories in Academy Awards and Golden Globe. Haha. I watched the Golden Globe the night it was aired coz I was waiting for any Twilight and Benjamin Button nominations and this film, won a lot. I wasn't able to finish so I do not know how much they won. Hehe. This was a great film, although there are Indian languages used but it was mostly English so it wasn't so hard to comprehend the plot. Also, this was one of our very own &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PLON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ING&lt;/span&gt;'s rivals in Best Foreign Film. But ours wasn't able to join, and this one got the chance. (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;We actually compared the film. We watched Ploning first during New Year. It was also good but it would have been better if the actors were chosen carefully, and if only the whole picture showed the Filipino's very own native life.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The story revolves with Jamal, who was a so-called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;slumdog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He came from a very unfortunate family in India. One day, he got the chance to play for the TV Game show &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who Wants to be a Millionaire&lt;/span&gt;. Who would have thought that the guy, who came from a very unfortunate family, who made a lot of efforts and side-by-side jobs just to reach his eighteenth year of life and who was never able to finish his studies would be the first Indian millionaire? As a result, he was sent to jail because the host of the show couldn't imagine how he was able to survive the difficult questions when he wasn't educated at all. As the film deepens, the investigators believed that he did not cheat and all his knowledge were mere chances… all were based from his experiences in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have your popcorn ready. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watch these films!!! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There. I do not know when will I update again. Next week will be Feb already. I do not actually know how I would survive this week since I've got loads of stuffs to do. Argh. But I love the thought of being busy, at least. And oh, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Edward Kuno already smiled &amp;amp; talked to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; na! Haha. We're being good. And it was rainy day! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Lovely rainy day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. That's another story dear. :] More days to look forward to. I know we will know each other soon. Very very soon. Hahaha. :] Ajaness! Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-9036849352928369995?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/9036849352928369995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=9036849352928369995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/9036849352928369995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/9036849352928369995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/01/movie-reviews-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/10o43r9_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-4779894952545294589</id><published>2009-01-17T22:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T18:29:21.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edward kuno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="219" alt="ImageHost.org" src="http://a.imagehost.org/0146/4_2.jpg" width="470" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before the day finally ends, I will drop a greeting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 3 YEARS my dearest blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You are something to treasure. :] I am glad I was able to keep you up to this date! Three years my silent friend. Can you believe that? You are holding my unforgettable and unfathomable stories! I am enjoying you until now, really. I want more years with you! :)) Happy 3 years. Let's continue to count the days ahead, as always. And carry on more memories in the future. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We watched a film so I wasn't really able to update. I will tell more about it when I find time. Now is just exhausting. It was a very very good film. I updated coz I just want to make today a history for my blog. Haha. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So there. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Edward Kuno's lucky number. I miss him. And Polawt. Haha. Ok. Nuf. Im a bad girl. I should be sleeping. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have a lot of pakulo. But Idk if I would continue it. Hahaha. Watch out. &lt;strong&gt;Duh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-4779894952545294589?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/4779894952545294589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=4779894952545294589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/4779894952545294589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/4779894952545294589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/01/3.html' title=''/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-6849883825195686850</id><published>2009-01-05T18:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:01:58.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Mahirap dear eh. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What? Let's start this with an informal post. Boo. This is an insane roller coaster ride. Yesterday was so fun. And now Im so drained. I was sent to my dorm...again...yesterday evening and I just can't help but think to continue and pursue my studies harder. Harder than ever. Because he had inspired me during the December days. And what I have discovered during those December Nights were nightmares. I should learn from all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aiun. Haha. Idk what's with my title. But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mahirap talaga. Alam kong may nangyayari ngayon na di ko nalalaman. May mga naiisip akong di ko dapat isipin at lalong dapat di sumagi sa utak nia. Ang korni kasi niya. Pati si babae kamusta naman. Hae. May mga bagay talagang sadyang mabuti na lang na pinababayaan para di lumalago...kumakalat. Ang hirap lang talaga. Kanina, galing ako sa bahay Niya. Panay ang patak ng luha ko sa di malamang dahilan. Di ko kasi kaya. At alam ko sa sarili ko ang gusto ko. Ang sakit din kasi pag namulat ako sa bagay na dadatnan kong ayaw kong datnan pagdating ng panahon. Ayokong mahulog. Sapat na sa kanya na ganito ang nangyari. O siguro lang. Ewan ko. Wala akong alam sa kung anong meron. Hindi ko pa kaya sa ngayon kaya gusto kong lumipas ang sapat na panahon. Para pareho kaming makapagtanto. Nakakatawa. Na kapag iba ang nasa kalagayan ko tuwang tuwa na siguro. Pero di ako ganun. Hindi rin siyatumitingin sa mga bagay bagay na mapanukso. At ayokong maging ganun. Minsan ko nang sinabi yun eh. Tama na siguro yun. Bahala siya. Wala naman pakialamanan. Isang malaking asa nga. At ang mga nagsisinungaling ay isa lang ang patutunguhan. Kaya di kami pedi magkaila. Magulo kasi kami pareho. Para kaming tanga. Di kasi kami malungkot. Masaya kami maxado kaya malungkot. Masakit pala minsan yung masyado kang masaya. Madami pa kong malalaman. Pero nagpasalamat na ako para sa isang taon. Aiun. Nagkasundo na kami. Masaya ang pagkakasundo namin. Nakakatuwa lang masyado di ako, at lalong di siya makapaniwala. Pinakinggan niya ang pinagkasunduan naming awit. Inulit ulit. At inulit. Di kami nagpangabot. Pero nagpunta din siya kanina. Pareho kami ng pinuntahan malamang. At siguro, magkaiba man ang idinaing namin, isa lang ang aming pakiusap. Patatagin pa nawa kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mahirap dear eh. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pasensya na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u.used.to. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-6849883825195686850?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/6849883825195686850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=6849883825195686850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/6849883825195686850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/6849883825195686850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/01/mahirap-dear-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-7691733681250593016</id><published>2009-01-01T04:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T04:28:23.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We had finally nailed it off.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Sugar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh how should I spill it to thee?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If thou, by mere presence, fascinate me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come into a halt!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're causing me pain;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For I might love thee with all my heart,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could defy &lt;em&gt;His&lt;/em&gt; will.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was inspired the very last day of 2008. And I am so glad I am happy. Happy enough for the days ahead. :) Thank you. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; know who you are. For this memorable &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;December days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286053275843347282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SVvVcppuw1I/AAAAAAAAAdA/buXTDUgaoqQ/s320/SO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy New Year to all the Bloggers in the world!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;This is indeed, another year of stories. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And yeah. Hello to my new watermark. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Im up for the Year End Sarbey!!!! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-7691733681250593016?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/7691733681250593016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=7691733681250593016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/7691733681250593016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/7691733681250593016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-had-finally-nailed-it-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SVvVcppuw1I/AAAAAAAAAdA/buXTDUgaoqQ/s72-c/SO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-3642870163544007999</id><published>2008-12-26T15:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T18:52:08.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pnk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dialogue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All I know is that I fell inlove with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? If not for the sake of my mind already forgetting important stuffs, I wouldn't mind leaving my blog a post every single darn day. But why do I feel the need to pour out my thoughts? Yeah. It was like what I saw during one of our Speech classes in auditorium. What was that again? Hm. The guy was like advising "&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone can write! All you need to do is stare at a blank piece of paper and wait until drops of blood come out of your&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;forehead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; " That was good. The film was outdated so the concept of nosebleeding started long ago. Yeah. So. Whuuut am I talking about?! Non sense! Idk why I remembered that. Am I up to what now? That's wrong grammar there. Is this the thrill of leaving the old posts? Could the idea of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;past is past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; be implied? Gah. That's full bullshit! How would you lose someone when you don't own anyone? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;You're hurt you jerk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; See? That's the point. That's the boiling point! But what's the bottomline? I don't know. All I know is that I fell inlove with him. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And if all my dreams come true, I'll be spending time with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; D'you know that song? Lalala. Move yer head, boy. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senseless. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mixed thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I hate it that I love spilling. Sorry. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So what it is that I would love to utter about? Ordinary stuffs. Lately I missed posting events. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Are you afraid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284001749487613890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SVSLmGbAd8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/oKu-c3T8LfU/s320/takipsilim.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might want to take a closer look from &lt;a href="http://nhenhie08.multiply.com/journal/item/21/TWILIGHT_--_PINOY_VERSION_"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I laughed so hard when I saw this. This is a whole joke. But its not. Tae. &lt;strong&gt;Takipsilim&lt;/strong&gt;? Hindi ba &lt;strong&gt;Dapithapon &lt;/strong&gt;un? Ahaha. My sis said, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Hindi, kelangan T simula!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" Haha. Ganon ba un. Did you see the cast? Wuhaha. :)) And is this a teleserye or what? Grabehan. A lot would expect, I guess. Duhness. Pinoy Bersyon. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sabihin mo ng malakas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BAMPIRA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Natatakot ka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hindi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ahaha. Ka-dedo sa tawa. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love is worth fighting for.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284001749239134850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SVSLmFfw-oI/AAAAAAAAAco/48Kpy0hZFrk/s320/baler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Wah. Depressing. Nakakainis Tanging Ina dapat para masaya eh. We watched yesterday at Glorietta. Didn't expect so much viewers. Sold out Tanging Ina so we decided for Baler. I know its a good film, really. I just know its something different. So I was fine with it. But I didn't know it &lt;strong&gt;SO SO SO SO SO&lt;/strong&gt; depressing. Hae. Hello kuriyanobela ba ito? This is a sad film dear. But you know you should watch it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Hintayin mo ako Luming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hihintayin kita Lope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Napakahirap. Celso, napakahirap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Konting tiis na lang Feliza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shitness. Huhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aion. I just came from the PNK Planning Conference ng Pangulo at II Pangulo. Komiti time later. We'll be watching Tanging Ina na rin. Mamya. Sulitan ng bakasyon. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What else? Oh. This might be my last post for this year! Aw. This year had a lot to remind me! :) Thanks for the memories? Nyaha. Let's see the year ahead. I hope it is just as pleasant as this year. Happy Holidays to you and to your family from my family! :) Smile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284340284262816210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SVW_favFmdI/AAAAAAAAAc4/jhi5GT9Ljuw/s320/p2k8+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;bye 2k8. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-3642870163544007999?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/3642870163544007999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=3642870163544007999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/3642870163544007999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/3642870163544007999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-i-know-is-that-i-fell-inlove-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SVSLmGbAd8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/oKu-c3T8LfU/s72-c/takipsilim.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-1031819112046105484</id><published>2008-12-22T19:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:10:26.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How about a love bug?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wah. I am super confused. This is getting harder and weirder. Bahala na. Lagi na lang ganon. Anuber na ba kasi meron? Nakakainis na kasi na nakakabobo eh. Grabehan na talaga. Ambigat na kasi. Haist. Anlabo ko. Sorry naman. :[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, btw, Happy Thanksgiving to all INC and brethrens out there. Another year, indeed. All thanks to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;. :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am having a heavy sipon (huhu T_T) and cough so I spent the day resting. Lagi na lang pag bakasyon, ganito ako. Last summer, subra ubo't sipon ko. And naalala ko nanaman ung after ko maconfine, ung good sign ko nakita ko ung FS ni &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt;toot&lt;&lt;/span&gt; Haha. At nung MMN Fun day ng distrito namin, grabehan ang sakit ko nun, pero ang good sign, nakita ko si &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt;toot&lt;&lt;/span&gt; in person! Ahaha. So ngayon, ano namang meron? ASANESS. :)) Wuhaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ae. Nga pala, subra sikat na ba ng blog ko? AHAHA. Sorry naman ah. Happy lang. I was reviewing my archives kani-kanina lang coz I feel so lame. Aion, basta. Haha. Nitatamad ako magkwento eh... eto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Check &lt;a href="http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2008/09/apo-of-philippines-long-live-apo-hiking.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; out na lang. Haha. And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who commented on it! astig! :)) :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't know how long it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Waiting for a love like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everytime we say goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wish we had a one more kiss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll wait for you, I promise you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I WILL... &lt;/em&gt;:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;LSS dito sa bahay, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Lucky by Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-1031819112046105484?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/1031819112046105484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=1031819112046105484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/1031819112046105484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/1031819112046105484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-about-love-bug-wah.html' title=''/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-2544855391215578994</id><published>2008-12-14T16:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T18:32:41.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='18bday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorm days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edward kuno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My whole berdam story :]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279577138873979106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SUTTb3bbUOI/AAAAAAAAAas/GgXG6BOjUDE/s320/debut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DEC.7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This was a the &lt;strong&gt;post-celebration&lt;/strong&gt; of my birthday. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MASAYA AKO. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yan lang ang masasabi ko. Even though my almost 100 guests were trimmed down to 40. Yes, imagine that. Na kahit nasa tupad ako nafi-feel ko na di uubra ang party. But &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I prayed for this, and I know He will never fail me, which exactly what had happened. ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Salamat sa lahat ng nagpunta. You never knew how I appreciate all of your efforts just to find the place, and for making my day a very memorable one. :) At sa lahat ng nacurious sa 18th rose ko na si &lt;strong&gt;Smiley :)&lt;/strong&gt; ? Hehe. Sorry naman. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DEC.8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279580486096028898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SUTWeszWhOI/AAAAAAAAAbM/mx9QshZP4ns/s320/DSC07808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At dahil hindi ko nafeel ung birthday ko, eto ang continuation. Puro kami kwento about my debut. Kesho ansarap daw ng food. Kamusta naman ang debutant, ni katiting dein ako nakatikim. Haha. And yung souvenirs ko daw na hangkukyut. Nyaha. :) Pumatok pala ang idea namin. :)) Nakita ko si Edward Kuno ko that day. Weird nun eh. Haha. Bumulong ako "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Ui si Edward Kuno ko!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teknot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, naka ipod cia aa. Tinangal nia yung earphone nia at sabay lingon sa likod. Woah!!! Haha. Aion. Un lang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DEC.9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279580474542051970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SUTWeBwq0oI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ws1LzwwC3Ro/s320/DSC07785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279580480381582802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SUTWeXg6_dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/uUs3cGTmGh4/s320/DSC07783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Di ko pa rin nafeel ang birthday ko! Haha. But we had a countdown during that night. We ordered pizzas and I brought a part of my cake in our dorm. Solve na kami. Haha. When the clock stroked 12, yeepee!!! Haha. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;At long last i am 18&lt;/span&gt;!!! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DEC.10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279577149919097842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SUTTcgkyc_I/AAAAAAAAAa0/LBf6rolw2f4/s320/DSC_0175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ordinar-iest day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ever. Since I already had my celebration, aion, puro bati na lang. I still receive gifts. Talagang from Sunday to Friday may mga gifts ako. Haha. Wala pang klase ung CS students nung morning so I went back to dorm, ate the left-overs and slept. Nagkulong ako. Haha. :)) Aion, since its Wednesday, I told myself I would just attend the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;worship service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It was supposed to be an all family activity, eh may OJT ang Ate. So I went alone. Its my &lt;strong&gt;birthday gift for myself. :))&lt;/strong&gt; Na-feel ko ang damit ko nun, haha. Na subra dumami ang bumati. :] We ate at St. Jo. So un, akala ko ganun lang ung araw ko. I was waiting for something to happen kasi. Galing kay &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Polawt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Nyaha. ;] But I &lt;em&gt;did not expect much&lt;/em&gt; kasi I know he's &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; going to fulfill his promise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But what was the thrill?&lt;/span&gt; I saw him after eating in St. Jo. Malamang dun cia nagcomputer sa dorm namin. At malamang, napaisip siya! Wuhaha. :)) Nyak. Nagpipiling-pilingan ako. Hahaha. :)) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But hyperness ung kiligness ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that night. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3/4 white and blue checkered polo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Oha-oha. Wuhaha. :)) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Subrang namiss ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ung pagmumukha niang....wah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ahaha. Ok. Nuf said. ;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DEC. 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Umuwi ako the night of Dec 10. I was fetched by Mom and Pop sa dorm. Thursday, I had my komiti day. At nang sa di malamang dahilan, nagkayayaan sumama sa pagbabalot ng give aways. Haha. So ginamit ko ang pagiging &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;kadiwaness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ko. Nyaha. Pinayagan ako! Before 1am kami umuwi. 4am ang gising ko the next day. Haha. Bangag kung bangag! Happy naman! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DEC. 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last day of panata. Ok na rin kasi na-cut ung class namin. I went to Litex to learn how to reformat a computer. As in nag-self study kami. Haha. Masaya cia na mejo nalibang kami kung ano lang ginawa namin. Haha. Also, kilala na ng mga c-m8 ko si Edward kuno. Nyaha. :)) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Lumilingon daw oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Woot! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DEC. 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;PNK THANKSGIVING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Much awaited moment! :) And the unexpected??? &lt;strong&gt;PINAKA-MASIGLANG dako&lt;/strong&gt; kami this year!!! Who else could ask for more??? Mukhang Enchanted na talaga ito. Hahahaha. :)) Palong-palo ang berdam ko! &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Napakadami Niyang blessings for me&lt;/span&gt;. Di Niya talaga ako &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;binigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :] Masaya ako talaga. Kahit may mga pangyayaring nakapanlulumo. (woah! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thank you sa lahat ng nagpasaya. I couldn't really ask for more. My 18th was the best bday I've ever had. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;**all smiles** ;))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-2544855391215578994?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/2544855391215578994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=2544855391215578994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/2544855391215578994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/2544855391215578994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-whole-berdam-story-dec.html' title=''/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SUTTb3bbUOI/AAAAAAAAAas/GgXG6BOjUDE/s72-c/debut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-6525413892453304585</id><published>2008-12-10T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:33:06.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/ST_gi7ImLSI/AAAAAAAAAak/yZrkroN1lYs/s1600-h/duh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278184178895432994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/ST_gi7ImLSI/AAAAAAAAAak/yZrkroN1lYs/s320/duh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am done, I am off, I am &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;legal&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Short classes. &lt;del&gt;Stupid classes&lt;/del&gt;. :&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Locked myself in the dorm and slept. :[&lt;br /&gt;The only best part was the worship service. :))&lt;br /&gt;I had the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ordinar-iest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ever. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But thanks to &lt;strong&gt;Ultimate&lt;/strong&gt; --- for making it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;EXTRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ordinary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**will tell more soon. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-6525413892453304585?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/6525413892453304585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=6525413892453304585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/6525413892453304585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/6525413892453304585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2008/12/18-i-am-done-i-am-off-i-am-legal.html' title=''/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/ST_gi7ImLSI/AAAAAAAAAak/yZrkroN1lYs/s72-c/duh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-3008810873677583296</id><published>2008-12-06T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T00:41:35.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beer :[&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nais kong magpakalasing&lt;br /&gt;Dahil wala ka na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nakatingin sa salamin&lt;br /&gt;At nag-iisa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Nakatanim pa rin&lt;br /&gt;Ang gumamelang&lt;br /&gt;Binalik mo sa`kin nang tayo`y maghiwalay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ito`y katulad Ng damdamin ko&lt;br /&gt;Kahit buhusan mo ng beer ayaw pang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mamatay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hay...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Giliw&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wag mo sanang limutin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ang mga araw na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;hindi sana naglaho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mga anak at bahay nating pinaplano&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ng ito`y nawala Nung iniwan mo ‘ko&lt;br /&gt;kaya ngayon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibuhos na ang beer Sa 'king lalamunan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Upang malunod na ang Puso kong nahihirapan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Bawat patak anong sarap&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba talagang mas gusto ko&lt;br /&gt;Ang beer na ito O ang pag-ibig mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nais kong magpakasabog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dahil olats ako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kahit ano hihithitin&lt;br /&gt;Kahit tambutso&lt;br /&gt;Kukuha ako ng Beer at ipapakulo&lt;br /&gt;Sa kaldero’t lalanghapin Ang usok nito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Lahat ay aking gagawin&lt;br /&gt;Upang hindi ko na isiping&lt;br /&gt;Nag-iisa na ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang beer na to&lt;br /&gt;ang beer na to&lt;br /&gt;ang beer na to o ang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PAG-IBIG MO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I so missed &lt;strong&gt;Carlo Balmaceda&lt;/strong&gt;. I wonder where he is exactly in Ateneo. Pfft. I missed my UAAP days. Hays. Keri lang. I could not wait for Sunday to finish. And I am really pissed off with Polawt. IDK. Haha. Tae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let us wait for&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAYS&lt;/span&gt;. Sun and Wed. Blah. I need to sleep na. 12:45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-3008810873677583296?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/3008810873677583296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=3008810873677583296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/3008810873677583296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/3008810873677583296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2008/12/beer-nais-kong-magpakalasing-dahil-wala.html' title=''/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-7113615757561131237</id><published>2008-12-03T22:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T18:34:19.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='18bday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edward kuno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dialogue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red luna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elevator'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pre-birthday gifts? :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, where should I start? I do not really know. Hahaha. &lt;strong&gt;GRABEHAN&lt;/strong&gt;. Hahaha. :)) Can I spill it in tagalog??? Nyahaha. :)) I do not know actually whether I should type this or what. Alam kong may magbabasa nito. Hahaha. Dahil alam NIYA to. Pero ewan ko, baka makalimot din naman cia. At baka dahil dito, mahuli niya ko. ;)) Sorry. Gusto ko detailed. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lunatics are back. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Oh, sorry naman sa tatamaan. Haha. Sabi daw nagpastraight. Di ko naman ma-feel. Hahaha. Ma-feel??? Closeness ba kami??? Siguro... sa panaginip! Hahaha. Ekzej na mga tawa ko ah. Hmmkay. Aiun. Nagkasalubong kami kanina eh. Ngek, talagang nagtatagalog ako? Hahaha. Oh basta, ganon cia. Malayo pa lang cia alam ko na. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Hi JOAN! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Eh sa gumaganon cia ng tingin! Gaganon din ako! Haha. Nakanamantutz. Gumaganon si Papa L sa kin? Ewan ko. Ba't kasi ganun ung tingin. Muka ciang bampira! Ahaha. Connect??? At talagang di ko nafeel yung hair nya. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Polawterz :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Ay kamusta naman talaga cia kanina. Haha. Pauwi na ko nun eh, hmm, but the usual panata. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I always give thanks every twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. :) Oh basta bago matapos ang araw. Kagulyow. Contented ako that time. Happy go lucky lang nang sa hindi malamang dahilan kung bakit kelangan pampam ung pag entrance nila sa moment ko? Haha. &lt;strong&gt;EWAN&lt;/strong&gt;erz talaga. So kelangan talagang lumapit? Haha. AtS if?!!! So todo layo naman ako, na para kaming parehong negative side ng magnet, di peding magdikit! At bakit kelangan slow motion ang paglalakad? Cge nga. Eh di ako sanay sa mababagal pero nagpakabagal ako for my sake? Oyeah. And nakita ko yung likod nyang ansarap i-....mmm! Nako naman kasi! Ahahahaha. Labo. ;D And kelangan ba pag naguusap talagang super gilid yung mukha, na tipong stiff neck na asa tabi lang naman yung kausap? Hahaha. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Aminin&lt;/span&gt;. Hmm. ;) So pinauna ko na sila dahil ayaw ko sila kasabay... for a while. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My Edward :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - So pumapanik na sila Polawt (ui,san kaya? ;) when suddenly, sabi ko kelangan wala akong kasabay na iba dahil lagot ako so I looked back. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. As in &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;OH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;EM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;JI&lt;/span&gt;! Si Edward Kuno &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ko&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (talagang ko! ;) asa likod. And he's alone. Naman. Haha. At wala ciang kasunod! How's that naman? At dahil sa shockness, napa bilis ako ng lakad. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakita ko nanaman sila Polawterz na subrang bagal maglakad! At bakit biglang naging small world? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;LAHAT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ng kauri niyang lumalabas ng templo friendship nia??? Haler?! May pa-apir apir pa ciang nalalaman?? And kelangan umiikot pa pag nakikipagusap? Natatawa talaga ako. Hahaha. :)) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;Siya na nga lang kasiyahan ko nagpapakyut pa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ahahahahaha. GRABEHAN! :D :)))) Sa kabagalan nila, niunahan sila ni Edward ko. Haha. Sunod ako kay Edward. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROTAVELE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasok si Edward. Tabi ako sa kanya. Oks na sana eh. Si Polawterz kasi tumabi kay Edward ko. Haist. At subra ingay nia. Grabe. Di ko alam kung anu ba gusto ipamuka nun sa kin. Hahaha. Shyness ako so I focused my sight on the sparkling gold watch of a BEM infront of me. My Edward looked at me. Hyperness. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; *puzzled*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P:&lt;/strong&gt; Ang hirap pa ng Calculus natin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Others:&lt;/strong&gt; Wui, wag ganyan... Bilisan mo naman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P:&lt;/strong&gt; Konting ayos naman ui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E:&lt;/strong&gt; Onapare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta puro murmurs na na-feel ko bigla yung lamig. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;As in biglang putla ako&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha. I was stunned. Nanlalamig ako ng sobra tinignan ulit ako ni Edward ko. Hahaha. Tapos we're off. Ang yabang ng dating ni Polawterz. Anung tingin niya dun? Labas? Ang ganda ng lakad namin sa aisle eh. Hahaha. Navivisualize ko na may background music pa kami na something to raise an adrenalin. Haha. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Gumaganon ako oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Kabadong kabado naman kanina! Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT LASTLY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;MY 10K HITS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Binabalikan ko lahat ng mga hindi nagtiwala sa kin!!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All hail sino ngayon?&lt;/span&gt; Wuhaha. :)) Taloness kayo. Panaloness ako. Nyaha! :)) Ayos. And ciempre, this would not have been possible without the help of my friendships! Salamat! Actually, kanina pag pasok ko, un ang binulaga sa kin... na naka 10k na daw ako! :D Salamat talaga. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astig mga pre-bday gifts ko! :) exactly 1wk to go. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-7113615757561131237?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/7113615757561131237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=7113615757561131237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/7113615757561131237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/7113615757561131237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2008/12/pre-birthday-gifts-hmm-where-should-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-8994573799950135165</id><published>2008-11-30T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:04:00.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/STKkNafH_bI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Xy5A0APuDMw/s1600-h/lala+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274458663959395762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/STKkNafH_bI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Xy5A0APuDMw/s320/lala+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Counting the Remaining Days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And no. I am not dying yet. No. I am not leaving the world. I am just about to enter a new dimension in my life. Today is &lt;strong&gt;exactly 10 days&lt;/strong&gt; before I become a more competent lady cyborg. The perfect number. My lucky charm. Perhaps I am still on my stage of adjustments, now that I could barely feel the essence of becoming one of the Supreme Being's damsels, the pressure that goes with it and the responsibilities He would soon bestow on me. I do not know why I am actually living in this world and I admit I am not superbly created. Honestly speaking, I spent the last 17 years trying to correct my flaws, making numerous and harder efforts everyday to at least reach the best of every day's best stuffs, and wandering almost every minute of my life exhaustingly finding my very purpose. But I know &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that even though I was not perfectly made, I am worthy of His tasks, because somewhere, somehow, I learned just enough lessons to prove that I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;one of His lovely masterpieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and that I could pursue and stand the title &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Legal Age&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. There are surely more to come, I believe, and I am not afraid. Things are getting quite exciting, maybe with a little twist of ups and downs. But I am on my way. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;10 days before Kadiwa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;10 days before I leave my Binhi days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;10 K hits for my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;10 is my special day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;10 days from now... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;17 will be 18&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;haykenatbeliveet. T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Tomorrow's the start of my month. Stressful, it is....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-8994573799950135165?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/8994573799950135165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=8994573799950135165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/8994573799950135165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/8994573799950135165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2008/11/counting-remaining-days-and-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/STKkNafH_bI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Xy5A0APuDMw/s72-c/lala+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-3714702793283175843</id><published>2008-11-27T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T16:24:45.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genesis 9:12-16 :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SS5YKmHZavI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Y585OMgAEYA/s1600-h/2516436975_d758709ae6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273249152750938866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SS5YKmHZavI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Y585OMgAEYA/s320/2516436975_d758709ae6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you watched Twilight? OMG. Haha. It kinda deleted some scenes from the book, esp. some of Edward-Bella sweet talks, and some quotable quotes have been paraphrased. But it was just good. It had a twist of comedy or maybe only to those who have read the book. You don't actually get kilig with some of the scenes, even when Edward is already saying his quotable sweet words to Bella. I don't know. It was also fast paced since its a film. So there. I had a different feeling watching the film. Its like you're witnessing something that will mark in the history. Some of the scenes that I love was the Cullens entrance! Haha. And the Baseball game! The scene in the forest, where Edward glows was like...blah! Haha. It was so simple it didn't actually get the aura of what was actually written in the book. But it was fine. And the soundtracks were good. Haha! Leave out all the rest and more! :) The whole cinema was filled with fanatic Twilighters even it was the last full screening! Haha. Watch it na! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-3714702793283175843?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/3714702793283175843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=3714702793283175843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/3714702793283175843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/3714702793283175843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2008/11/genesis-912-16-have-you-watched_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SS5YKmHZavI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Y585OMgAEYA/s72-c/2516436975_d758709ae6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-2801869260453665975</id><published>2008-11-23T13:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T18:27:45.639+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edward kuno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Creation of Rainbow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SSjwq1WGTfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/wBo5dOxW13c/s1600-h/Rainbow-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271727982502104562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SSjwq1WGTfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/wBo5dOxW13c/s320/Rainbow-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning after the worship service, I walked along Central Avenue when a BEM friend, who was introduced the night I attended a mission in Milton Hills, came hurrying to my side. There was a mild ambon but not everyone seemed to have felt it. We talked, as he bugged me with my upcoming birthday until suddenly the ambon stopped. My umbrella was kept opened. A colorful concave beyond the horizon was starting to be clear to everyone's vision. I couldn't help but whispher after I gasped, "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rainbow po oh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " he said. "&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alam mo ba kung bakit ginawa ang rainbow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I shook my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nasa bibliya yan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." He had somewhat like a dreamy voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was surprised. "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Po? Di nga po?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " I said as I kept my eyes on the rainbow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Alam mo ba, na yan ang binigay na sensyales ng Ama kaya di na Niya gugunawin ang mundo sa pamamagitan ng tubig? Di ba matatapos ang sanlibutan dahil sa dagat-dagatang apoy? Alam mo ba un?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" He explained. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was smiling wearily and I was keen to know more. "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sang talata po un mababasa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nasa bibliya un. Di ko lang matandaan. Cge, ichechek ko minsan pag nagkita tayo ulit sasabihin ko sayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our long walk seemed to be shortened. We parted ways, though I know Im keeping (and sharing you this time) something that's just wonderful to know. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Edward Cullen Craze&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you been Cullenized? Honestly, I am a fan of twilight. I am one of the obsessed fans shrieking avidly whenever I see Edward Cullen pictures (or Robert Pattinson's) or hear Twilight news, or simply the "talk" about Edward's quotable quotes. I find him really amusing too, like the other girls and Pattinson seem to be the perfect one to portray. And I find him so handsome and hot. Haha. So yeah, I guess I've been Cullenized. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So what's my point of writing this stuff? Idk. Im seeing twilight everywhere. I mean, everyone's going gaga over it. I am a devoted fan of Harry Potter and Potter's aura didn't seem to hit like Cullen. Haha. Same goes with Radcliffe and Pattinson. Its just amazing how these guys turn girl's world upside down. I wonder if EC's for real. Haha. Like what I have read among numbers of papers and reviews of Twilight, girls would actuall die just to replace their boyfriends with Cullen. Perhaps. I would be one too. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I agree to Pattinson's reaction, that he didn't have to portray like he was the hottest and most perfect man or vampire alive. Stephanie Meyer's description of EC was just a mere perception of Bella Swan. Its like, when you love someone, they always seem to be perfect in your eyes, you wouldn't notice their flaws. In Bella's case, she's a girl. So she seem to be over- exaggerating her description towards Edward. Which I think is quite true. If I would ask you, "describe your crush" You would probably tell me all good characteristics. See the point? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, we're all excited for the film. And for Edward Cullen of course. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SSj_ADX2oCI/AAAAAAAAAZs/GAvns6LmbTY/s1600-h/header.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271743740207603746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SSj_ADX2oCI/AAAAAAAAAZs/GAvns6LmbTY/s320/header.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mabuti na lang at may Edward Kuno ako sa school. Hahahahaha. :) Parang Im seeing EC in real life!!! :) woot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-2801869260453665975?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/2801869260453665975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=2801869260453665975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/2801869260453665975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/2801869260453665975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2008/11/creation-of-rainbow-thursday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/SSjwq1WGTfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/wBo5dOxW13c/s72-c/Rainbow-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10957470.post-8868882409701185485</id><published>2008-11-18T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T18:16:29.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Make this blank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry. I was working on my assignment and I decided to drop by. Haha. Im almost at 9K and 1k to go then. Dreams fulfilled. Almost. Since Im having troubles with the plans for my debut. Argh. But Im thinking positively. :) Super I hate the discussion in my major this morning. I read numerous thick books to supply what my prof needs. And then, he's talking like he's going nowhere. I mean, the whole discussion drove me insane. But I had a good PE. We played too much volleyball I almost had my "difficulty in breathing" back. Haha. But that was just as good game ever. With matching gymnastics! Haha. Im changing skins. Soon. This is boring. Haha. And what more??? My Tita gave birth already to a girl...AGAIN!!! Ahaha. I should be calling her now. And its almost 7. Gawain sa Milton Hills. Byers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10957470-8868882409701185485?l=rehinagrasia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/feeds/8868882409701185485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10957470&amp;postID=8868882409701185485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/8868882409701185485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10957470/posts/default/8868882409701185485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rehinagrasia.blogspot.com/2008/11/make-this-blank-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Rej</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07022598669697103851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jkMKrvGbdkw/R6q6T9anbII/AAAAAAAAAHI/JpNlZHfqRZU/S220/haha+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
