<?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-10172263</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:24:41.687+08:00</updated><category term='sembreak'/><category term='harry potter'/><category term='american idol'/><category term='banahaw'/><category term='list'/><category term='movies'/><category term='seminar'/><category term='music'/><category term='poster'/><category term='sigur ros'/><category term='field trip'/><category term='school'/><category term='arctic monkeys'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='trip'/><category term='rnb'/><category term='diary'/><category term='frenchy french'/><category term='oscars'/><category term='P1 100'/><category term='summer'/><category term='biorhythm'/><category term='shout-out'/><category term='food'/><category term='new year'/><category term='pasta'/><category term='pesto'/><category term='iceland'/><category term='rap'/><category term='playlist'/><category term='j. holiday'/><category term='rant'/><category term='science'/><title type='text'>Sith happens</title><subtitle type='html'>Have I done something to trigger 
the funny looks and the sniggers?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-1812795394938799507</id><published>2008-12-04T01:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T03:42:44.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I did</title><content type='html'>I moved to Livejournal. (What?! Yeah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find me there. Good Luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye-bye Blogger. I know we had a lot of good times but you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not you, iz meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles. &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/10172263-1812795394938799507?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/1812795394938799507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=1812795394938799507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/1812795394938799507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/1812795394938799507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2008/12/yes-i-did.html' title='Yes, I did'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-5810082400913583778</id><published>2008-08-20T00:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T03:07:27.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>project rockstar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mula sa med student na si Fai na nakuha niya sa naglahong si Randyh. Na biglang nag-update ng multiply niya at buti na lang ay interesting. Tapos ako naman si "ever gaya-gaya" gumaya. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;. Go&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Go&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The last four words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. Go&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;. Go&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.randomwebsite.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; The first ten links you end up in (minus the .coms) are your 10 song titles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;RESULTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ABSCON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Pwede pwede. Isa daw 'tong lugar sa France. Naks naman. Magiging experimental siguro ang banda. May mga songs na may halong Blues, RnB, at POP. HAHA! Pero nasa Adult Alternative pa rin. Sigur Ros (sa Takk at yung latest album nila) slash Coldplay (sa Viva la Vida at XandY).. tapos may konting pagka-The Killers (sa Hot Fuss at Sawdust). WAHAHAHA! Kumusta naman ang mix na yan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;First Album:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Troubled By The Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- nako! Parang Emo ang Genre ko. OH HINDE! WAHAHA! Yung album magiging tungkol siguro sa mga lugar. Haha! Feeling ko lang. O mga setting ganun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Album Cover:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 306px; height: 283px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.supersithli.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SHt3FgoKCqkAAELdaKs1/2665589462_ec44cedff9.jpg?et=s2vzLBHFzjgfLNi6fOornA&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/sithli/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;("eeva" c/0 Samuli Ikaheimo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- tsk tsk tsk tsk. Magiging Emo nga yata. At least, mejo bagay naman sa album title&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ten Songs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Corriere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Italian word 'to e. Isipin na lang natin na lugar ito tapos yung kanta ay tungkol sa lugar. Parang yung kantang Normandie by Shout Out Louds Pero siguro hindi rin babanggitin sa song yung song title ala Amsterdam by Coldplay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Typorganism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-actually, cool yung site na 'to na mejo useless. Hehe! Yung song na to magiging about the workplace or the corporate world. Tulad ng 22 Grand Job by The Rakes. Hindi masyadong seryoso yung song at maraming uulit-ulitin na lines parang Ang Pusa Mo by Pedicab. Hehe! Ito na rin yung carrier single nung album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Which Is Worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- itong kantang to mejo mabagal. Parang Move On Now ng Hard-Fi. Eto na siguro yung pinaka-emo. pero alinsunod pa rin sa theme ng places.. siguro magbabanggit ng mga places dito.. particularly sa mga urban areas. Yung tipong bukod sa emo lovey dovey song, pwede ring pang-environment. haha! Ang labo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Bench-house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- ito siguro tungkol sa gym. Mejo masaya rin. Mejo katulad yung theme ng Andy, You're A Star by The Killers/ I Kissed A Girl by Katy Perry. Haha! Go figure. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Suburban Jungle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Hmmmm. Ang hirap naman nito. Gagawin ko na lang tong maiksing song. Parang Sigur Ros meets UpDharmaDown. Haha! Basta pag pinakinggan eh maiisip mong nasa isa kang "suburban jungle". Gagamit ako dito ng mga weird musical instruments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;AS220&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- itong song na ito gawin natin tungkol sa isang ultra-advanced humanoid na nagda-drugs sa isang eskinita. Trip ko lang. Di mo marererealize na futuristic pala yung song hangga't di mo naririnig yung last two lines. Ang labo ko talaga. Owell. Tunog Sandwich siguro 'to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Tikkabik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-challenge na naman. Sige parang song#5 din ito. Tungkol naman ito sa isang make-believe na lugar. Kanta siguro ng mga baliw. Gusto ko may choir na papasok sa huli reminiscent ng "I got soul but I'm not a soldier" na linya sa All These Things That I've Done by The Killers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Keith and the Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-ito siguro mejo seryoso yung topic. Tungkol sa broken family tapos yung epekto niya sa paglaki ng mga bata. Tapos yung mga changes na napapansin nila sa bahay. Pero hindi magiging masyadong halata yung meaning nung lyrics dahil sa melody. Gets? Di mo marerealize na sobrang sad pala nung istorya nung kanta. (Kumusta naman ang mga naiisip ko.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Modern Organisation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-ito siguro mejo Bloc Party-ish at Arctic Monkeys-ish na. Tungkol siguro ito sa gobyerno, sa corruption, sa mga naaagrabyadong indibidwal sa lipunan dahil sa bulok na sistema, tapos sa mga ginagawa ng mga naaagrabyado para makasurvive sa araw-araw. Ito na siguro ang pinaka-Rock sa lahat. (sisigaw na ba ako ng "iskolar ng bayan"? hehe!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;A Whole Lotta Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- ito na siguro yung pinakapwedeng pang-sexytime na kanta sa lahat. Mejo Mike's Apartment na! Hehe! Tungkol siguro 'to sa flirting sa isang bar. Sige para rin siyang In The Morning ng Razorlight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mahirap rin pala mag-imbento! HEHE!&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/10172263-5810082400913583778?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/5810082400913583778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=5810082400913583778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/5810082400913583778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/5810082400913583778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2008/08/project-rockstar.html' title='project rockstar'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-630933164505755353</id><published>2008-08-11T02:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T03:00:16.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wish ko lang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ86rZGNEUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/z3kQdywl72I/s1600-h/beijing-olympics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ86rZGNEUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/z3kQdywl72I/s400/beijing-olympics.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232965809173500226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SANA IPALABAS ULIT YUNG OPENING CEREMONIES NG 2008 OLYMPIC GAMES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HINDI KO KASI NAPANOOD E!!!&lt;br /&gt;SANA IPALABAS ULIT SA TV. SOLAR, UTANG NA LOOB, NAGMAMAKAAWA AKO, SIGE NA, IREPLAY NIYO NA. PARADE OF NATIONS LANG KASI YUNG NAABUTAN KO. AYOKO MAG-YOUTUBE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUSTO KONG MAMANGHA NG TODO. DALI NA. REPLAY! GAME!&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/10172263-630933164505755353?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/630933164505755353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=630933164505755353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/630933164505755353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/630933164505755353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2008/08/wish-ko-lang.html' title='wish ko lang'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ86rZGNEUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/z3kQdywl72I/s72-c/beijing-olympics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-7543731354275604086</id><published>2008-08-10T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T02:55:47.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sithli climbs a mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8tUeX_RcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/FrxbmSPJUTc/s1600-h/IMG_1968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8tUeX_RcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/FrxbmSPJUTc/s400/IMG_1968.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232951121802118594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hiking?! Sure thing, man!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8uBUfsLZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pbpgLxnJFGQ/s1600-h/IMG_1970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8uBUfsLZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pbpgLxnJFGQ/s400/IMG_1970.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232951892244180370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my hiking buddy was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Smile for the camera!"&lt;/span&gt; So I went like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Cheese! I'm climbing a mountain! Cheeeese! I'm so in tune with nature! Cheeeese!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8vIFmNrcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/SDi8iSbFsWE/s1600-h/IMG_1980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8vIFmNrcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/SDi8iSbFsWE/s400/IMG_1980.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232953108015721922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then there were like, lots of mud, all around, because it rained earlier that day, So I was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"OMFG, there's mud all around, like, serious mud, all around. I hate it. Mud. OMFG."&lt;/span&gt; Then after the mud came the tall grass, which were like, so sharp, and itchy, and like, cutting my skin, like seriously cutting my skin.. and freakishly itchy.. so I scratched the itch.. and like, it's still totally itchy. So I went like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"WTH, tall grass, I hate them all. I'm gonna pull a kaingin in here, like serious kaingin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8zxiz8N3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/5IpH3HUlpNI/s1600-h/IMG_1975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8zxiz8N3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/5IpH3HUlpNI/s400/IMG_1975.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232958218279073650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my hiking buddy went, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Smile for the camera! This is gonna be your future Friendster pic!"&lt;/span&gt;, So I had no choice but to go like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Cheese! OMG I'm gonna die, I'm so tired! Cheese! Like, serious fatigue, dude.! Cheese! Are we there yet? Cheese! I hate monocots! Cheese!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ80uq4HFgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/VvrO9nTMDwQ/s1600-h/Image037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ80uq4HFgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/VvrO9nTMDwQ/s400/Image037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232959268416067074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The we reached the top so I went like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Holy guacamole, I did it! Like this is some serious shiz. And clouds are like... all around.. and I'm so fit for climbing! Like sissies can't do this. I'm so great!"&lt;/span&gt;Then we saw this rock formation, so I was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Are we gonna go there? Please tell me we're not going there."&lt;/span&gt; So my hiking buddy went like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh, C'mon!"&lt;/span&gt; Then I was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"SRSLY?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ81VouBUcI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Gz1u04kyQMA/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ81VouBUcI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Gz1u04kyQMA/s400/Image030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232959937851773378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did it again, like, I got to the top of that rock formation alive. And the view was just absolutely stunning, like serious beauty. And I was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oye oye oye."&lt;/span&gt; And then I went all emo and said.. "... ... ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ81o25lizI/AAAAAAAAAJg/7w6CL2O3sn0/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ81o25lizI/AAAAAAAAAJg/7w6CL2O3sn0/s400/Image038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232960268075895602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was like, so damn proud of myself, because I did it, and like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yeah, I'm gonna totally do this again. Like, seriously."&lt;/span&gt; And there were clouds all around, then I went all emo again, then I smiled for the camera, and I went like.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Cheese! This is so fun! Like, serious fun. Cheese!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The End.&lt;/span&gt; Like, seriously. Fin, dude, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fin&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/10172263-7543731354275604086?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/7543731354275604086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=7543731354275604086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/7543731354275604086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/7543731354275604086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2008/08/sithli-climbs-mountain.html' title='sithli climbs a mountain'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8tUeX_RcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/FrxbmSPJUTc/s72-c/IMG_1968.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-4501495823602527886</id><published>2008-08-09T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T02:55:30.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>magaling! magaling!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8oRZIyayI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ZnadGYF0ILM/s1600-h/calculus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 337px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8oRZIyayI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ZnadGYF0ILM/s320/calculus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232945571298437922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eng ka ren? So, magaling ka sa Math?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi sa'kin tinatanong yan sa trabaho. Pano ba naman ang mga kasama ko dun ay mga CompSci, ChemEng, MechEng, IE, may konti ring EngEng (E ano kung corny?!). Pero siyempre bilang sagot, ngingiti na lang ako at sasabihing hindi po ako taga Eng ng UPD, taga UP Manila po ako, Biology po ang tinapos kong kurso, at sa tingin ko po, mas magaling ako ng di hamak sa Science kesa sa Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naku wag ka, palagay ko gumagaling na nga talaga ako sa math. Pero, hindi naman tulad ni magna cum laude Annalyn. Hehe!. Nababalikan ko na kasi yung algebra at geometry ngayon. Pati nga problem solving ay naaaral ko na rin e. Susunod na siguro dun ang Calculus. Oo, nabasa mo ng tama yan, KALKYULUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakagraduate naman na ako ng matiwasay sa UP kaya siguro hindi ko na dapat ikahiya ng todo ang mga kapalpakan ko sa math sa UP. Sige na, nag-take-two na ako sa lahat ng math subjects ko. Singko na ko sa unang take ko lahat. Di ako umabot ng removals. Sige tuksuhin mo na ako. Camon Mamon! Bakit ako mahihiya? Saan ako nagkamali? Diba, ako'y tao lang na nadadarang at natutukso rin?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malupit talaga yung pagpasa ko sa Calculus, akalain niyong muntik pa akong hindi makagraduate dahil dun. Isa pang rebelasyon -  OO NA, tatlong beses na akong nagexam ng pinagsamang finals at removals makapasa lang. Salamat kay Sir Jobert na naniwala sa kakayahan ko. Salamat po, Sir. May gip po kayo mula sakin sa Christmas. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan, sinabi ko na ha. Wag niyo na lang itanong ang grades ko sa Physics at Chem, pati sa Biostatistics. Isama niyo na rin yung NatSci8. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syempre hindi naman talaga ako prud na ibinigsak ko ang mga subjects kong yun. Sa totoo lang, nagsisisi nga ako. Pangit kasi sa transcript e. At saka pangit rin yun sa employers. Minus points agad yun baka hindi pa ako tanggapin. Bata pa kasi ako nung e. Alm niyo na.. Hehe! Balang araw naman, maiintindihan ko rin yang mga numero. Mas magiging magaling din naman ako sa palagay ko. Sa maniwala kayo't sa hindi, medyo nagiging interesado na ako sa pagsolve-solve ng mga math problems ngayon. Hindi na ako tulad nung batang kalbo sa Dragon Ball Z dahil hindi na ako nanghihina sa tuwing makakaita ako ng mga equations o integrals. Inspired na kumbaga. Sayang nga lang at nahuli na 'tong interes na 'to sakin. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now playing: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/the+magic+numbers/track/loves+a+game"&gt;The Magic Numbers - Love's A Game&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&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/10172263-4501495823602527886?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/4501495823602527886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=4501495823602527886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/4501495823602527886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/4501495823602527886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2008/08/magaling-magaling.html' title='magaling! magaling!'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8oRZIyayI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ZnadGYF0ILM/s72-c/calculus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-2660354690088460885</id><published>2008-08-08T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T02:55:12.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>high ate us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello everyone. (assuming there are still people visiting my blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been away for more than a couple of months now and tons of things have happened here, there, and everywhere. There were some blood, sweat, tears, and other liquids involved. Okay, I'm being sleazy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I finished college (as described in the previous entries). And I hate to admit it, but yeah, I kinda miss those good and bad days. A few weeks after being pronounced as a UP centennial graduate, a sense of panic got me. What was I going to do next? Have I done enough to secure myself a bright future? I hate to admit it again, but it was then that I realized that I have not performed well in those essential 4 years of my life. I regretted a few things I did and didn't do and I felt a bit disappointed as the thought of not having exercised my full potential got inside my mind. Boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I didn't let all those depressing thoughts ruin my summer vacation. So, I brushed them all off my sleeve and went on living anew. How sad it may sound, but those things are the ones I really can't change anymore. I can't increase my grades in some subjects or I can't erase those failing grades I got. After all, I'm claiming total responsibility for every mishap in my academic life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may all know by now, I didn't go into Med school. And I won't bore you with my reasons anymore. I'm not saying I can't go or I'm not intellectually capable of going to Med school (aroganteng bata ako! haha!), I just didn't want to go. Period. No erase. Metal chest. Locked. I swallowed the key. I digested it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I kind of blocked that path in my future as of this moment. I'm looking at a less preferred option but in no way less prestigious or less rewarding. It has raised a lot of eyebrows but still, that is what I want to do. Period. No erase. Blah. Blah. Intestinal Absorption. Systemic circulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out, I'm gonna be a star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my current sitch, I'm taking things slowly right now.  I'm not rushing to get filthy rich (and yep, I know that I might not become rich at all) nor am I slacking around (I think).  I can also say that I'm enjoying a certain level of independence from my folks so I'm pretty watchful of all the things I'm about to do. After all, I'm transitioning into the real, cruel, sticky, gooey, world of grown-ups.&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/10172263-2660354690088460885?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/2660354690088460885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=2660354690088460885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/2660354690088460885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/2660354690088460885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2008/08/high-ate-us.html' title='high ate us'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-8398261381210536741</id><published>2008-04-20T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T15:15:51.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pomp and cirmcumstance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SEo1SmH6atI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Fx59pLUefRY/s1600-h/DSC01645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SEo1SmH6atI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Fx59pLUefRY/s400/DSC01645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209034512595053266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SEo1BKFYZ9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/qizG5wTQCjs/s1600-h/university+grad+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SEo1BKFYZ9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/qizG5wTQCjs/s400/university+grad+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209034213010466770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMGGRADUATION! PICC! OMG ORCHESTRA! ACADEMIC REGALIA!&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE COLLEGE! YAY!&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/10172263-8398261381210536741?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/8398261381210536741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=8398261381210536741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/8398261381210536741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/8398261381210536741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2008/04/pomp-and-cirmcumstance.html' title='pomp and cirmcumstance'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SEo1SmH6atI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Fx59pLUefRY/s72-c/DSC01645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-7078701493113569050</id><published>2008-04-16T23:40:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T12:39:25.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>recognition day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was fun! Everyone was looking their best. Parang may kasal! Ninakaw ko lang pala tong mga pictures na to kung kani-kanino sa Multiply. Kaya ayun, dito ko na lang nilagay sa blogspot. Salamat sa mga nag-upload! Hehe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukod sa pagka-glamorous nung event, meaningful din siya kasi magaganda yung speeches nung mga speakers. Na-move ako dun sa speech ni Dr. Fe Hidalgo. Pakiramdam ko, pagdadaanan ko rin yung ibang mga napagdaanan niya. At syempre, umakyat din ako ng stage kasi may award ako! (yehey!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto yung konting pics na ninakaw ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SAwRzH61cZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/OhvVpgotKtQ/s1600-h/best.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SAwRzH61cZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/OhvVpgotKtQ/s400/best.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191544040448160146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With Partner, Adviser, Vice Chancellor, and Dean. Yehey! Award!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SAwSG361caI/AAAAAAAAAGc/HUih0Vyi0Ks/s1600-h/biorhyth+blurd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SAwSG361caI/AAAAAAAAAGc/HUih0Vyi0Ks/s400/biorhyth+blurd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191544379750576546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tenor-Alto-Soprano-Bass. Pa-fierce epek. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SAwSjH61cbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8cQXbZd9R4w/s1600-h/DSC01138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SAwSjH61cbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8cQXbZd9R4w/s400/DSC01138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191544865081881010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kasama ang Block One. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SAwSzX61ccI/AAAAAAAAAGs/TWKHD2NjtIc/s1600-h/block2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SAwSzX61ccI/AAAAAAAAAGs/TWKHD2NjtIc/s400/block2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191545144254755266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Block ko 'to! Block 2! Congrats satin. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SAwTE361cdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Lvu46UL_kjY/s1600-h/DSC01141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SAwTE361cdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Lvu46UL_kjY/s400/DSC01141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191545444902466002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With Nemia, Topher, and Faaaaaye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SAwUaH61cfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/GCS5cM2bMtU/s1600-h/kagimikan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SAwUaH61cfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/GCS5cM2bMtU/s400/kagimikan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191546909486313970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mga kasama sa gimik, foodtrip, laughtrip, at field trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Topher (na maraming pera), Jeans (na mahilig sa halo-halo), at Anne (na magaling magbasa ng mapa).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SAwU5n61cgI/AAAAAAAAAHM/cYgfdrJ-AO4/s1600-h/wid+lala.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SAwU5n61cgI/AAAAAAAAAHM/cYgfdrJ-AO4/s400/wid+lala.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191547450652193282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With Suprema Cum Laude Lala, and Thesis Partner Ian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SAwVJ361chI/AAAAAAAAAHU/vzB64HbkuXg/s1600-h/widros.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SAwVJ361chI/AAAAAAAAAHU/vzB64HbkuXg/s400/widros.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191547729825067538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kasama si Inay Rosa at si Partner Ian ulit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SAwVw361ciI/AAAAAAAAAHc/HY04TpG_PfE/s1600-h/DSC03573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SAwVw361ciI/AAAAAAAAAHc/HY04TpG_PfE/s400/DSC03573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191548399839965730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With the contenders for Best in Barong and Ninang Anne Margrette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SAwWgX61cjI/AAAAAAAAAHk/5dg48AKaHnY/s1600-h/rst3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SAwWgX61cjI/AAAAAAAAAHk/5dg48AKaHnY/s400/rst3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191549215883751986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Newly-formed boyband, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;RST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (a.k.a Monti's Boys). Formal Pose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SAwXbX61ckI/AAAAAAAAAHs/xQlUr4KxeR8/s1600-h/rst2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SAwXbX61ckI/AAAAAAAAAHs/xQlUr4KxeR8/s400/rst2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191550229496033858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wacky Pose = S'akin si Monti! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SAwX2H61clI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0EwRi_Vp2oY/s1600-h/rst.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SAwX2H61clI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0EwRi_Vp2oY/s400/rst.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191550689057534546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;RST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Rheuel-Sithli-Topher) Album cover pose. (R, anu ba yang pose mo?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I therefore conclude na malaki talaga ang noo ko. Wahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Congratulations UP Manila's Class of 2008!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Centennial Graduates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-7078701493113569050?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/7078701493113569050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=7078701493113569050' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/7078701493113569050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/7078701493113569050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2008/04/recognition-day.html' title='recognition day'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SAwRzH61cZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/OhvVpgotKtQ/s72-c/best.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-5379035345301170790</id><published>2008-04-11T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T20:52:40.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tabs babs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/R_9e3eLuwuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/yxOEMDg2gx8/s1600-h/editedblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/R_9e3eLuwuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/yxOEMDg2gx8/s400/editedblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187969602842182370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Seanad&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Seanad&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthdaaaaaaaay&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Seanad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 10th Birthday Seanad!&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/10172263-5379035345301170790?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/5379035345301170790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=5379035345301170790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/5379035345301170790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/5379035345301170790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2008/04/tabs-babs.html' title='tabs babs'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/R_9e3eLuwuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/yxOEMDg2gx8/s72-c/editedblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-4618099709542193745</id><published>2008-04-06T06:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T07:07:29.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good morning</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diba? It's really amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to finish a post. Good Morning. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-4618099709542193745?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/4618099709542193745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=4618099709542193745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/4618099709542193745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/4618099709542193745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-morning.html' title='good morning'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-5404955210166221583</id><published>2008-04-02T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T07:12:38.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memory</title><content type='html'>Nakakatuwa lang kasi masyadong maraming bagay akong naalala. Not that I'm a whiz kid or something. I'm just very keen on remembering details. Like the dress you wore when you broke my heart. Haha. Kanta yan. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick daw sabi ng iba e. Oh well kanya kanyang tingin lang yan. Pero ang weird dun e sa ibang bagay lang. Di siya gumagana sa school. Hehe. Tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-5404955210166221583?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/5404955210166221583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=5404955210166221583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/5404955210166221583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/5404955210166221583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2008/04/memory.html' title='memory'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-7750146189407103141</id><published>2008-03-31T02:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T02:23:49.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey julie,</title><content type='html'>look&lt;br /&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;they're doing to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to trip me up&lt;br /&gt;trying to wear me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;julie, i swear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so hard to bear it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'd never make it through&lt;br /&gt;without you&lt;br /&gt;around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i'd never make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Fountains of Wayne - Hey Julie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-7750146189407103141?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/7750146189407103141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=7750146189407103141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/7750146189407103141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/7750146189407103141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-julie.html' title='hey julie,'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-6667047577795094089</id><published>2008-03-03T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T21:07:30.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and there was blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This was supposed to be a post about my thoughts on the current political situation of our country - Jun Lozada's campus hopping, CHED Chairman Neri, the President, the OFWs' Remittance "Holiday", VP Noli - but I thought, "WHAT THE HELL? POLITICS? No way, I'm just really shallow." (Btw, i am for "DO NOT OUST GLORIA". :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Today, I woke up late. I came to school late. And this is nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Our group got a grade of 1 on our Humanities I tableau about &lt;em&gt;The God of Small Thin&lt;/em&gt;gs by Arundhati Roy. What's funny is I haven't read the book yet. Ayos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I forgot to eat today. But, I still went home with only eight pesos left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. See, I was reading &lt;em&gt;Discover&lt;/em&gt; in the library and I was really enjoying the bit about wormholes and time travel, when I realized that I have been already sleeping on Einstein's face. Now, that would have been a funny picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Kiarash (my Hum1 classmate) and I finally had a real conversation. He was really friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;: Hey Kiarash, I never knew that you were Iranian. I always thought you were Turkish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kiarash&lt;/em&gt;: Oh. What's so cool about me being Iranian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;: Uh.. I mean.. Well, if you were British, or German, or Afghan, it would be cool as well. I'm just fascinated about foreigners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kiarash&lt;/em&gt;: Oh, that's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kiarash&lt;/em&gt;: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;: Uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kiarash&lt;/em&gt;: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. No, we actually had a nice talk. I think we're friends now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I wounded my finger earlier. This godforsaken needle passed through my middle finger. As in right through it! Who knows where that needle was used?! It was bleeding so hard I had to suck my finger for 5 minutes. When the bleeding stopped, I was disturbed on how I enjoyed the taste of my own blood. But, what's more disturbing is my thought of Leona Lewis appearing in front of me and singing &lt;em&gt;Bleeding Love&lt;/em&gt; to ease my pain. (Fuckety fuck, it still hurts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Our poster was printed today. Yey. Try to catch it at the Poster Exhibit happening this March 5-7, 2008 at the RH Lobby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-6667047577795094089?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/6667047577795094089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=6667047577795094089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/6667047577795094089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/6667047577795094089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-there-was-blood.html' title='and there was blood'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-388045408516597464</id><published>2008-02-25T16:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:52:25.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oscars'/><title type='text'>best original song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This song won the Oscar for Best Original Song at the 80th Annual Academy Awards earlier. I caught the live telecast. It was fuuun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Falling Slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music and Lyrics by: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performed by: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;From the Movie: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Once&lt;/span&gt; (2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XzQRuTwaFI8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XzQRuTwaFI8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;br /&gt;We've still got time&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice&lt;br /&gt;You've made it now&lt;br /&gt;Falling slowly sing your melody&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing along&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS. I knew it! I knew it! Wala sa songs ng &lt;em&gt;Enchanted&lt;/em&gt; ang mananalo! Hahaha! Pero all the songs were great naman. Parang last year nga ang nangyari e (Remember &lt;em&gt;Dreamgirls&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;An Inconvenient Truth&lt;/em&gt;?). Ang ganda nga pala nung song. (I know, I know, Haha!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sana ipalabas yung movie sa 'Pinas.&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/10172263-388045408516597464?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/388045408516597464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=388045408516597464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/388045408516597464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/388045408516597464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2008/02/best-original-song.html' title='best original song'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-1627011639803001767</id><published>2008-02-23T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:43:52.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>miley and danny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/R8GUu8NTSDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/vXIDTgdgwT0/s1600-h/d-m.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170577381354850354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/R8GUu8NTSDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/vXIDTgdgwT0/s400/d-m.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Left: &lt;strong&gt;Miley Cyrus&lt;/strong&gt; aka &lt;em&gt;Hannah Montana.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right: &lt;strong&gt;Danny Noriega&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;em&gt;American Idol S7&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diba Diba Diba? Miley Cyrus in Disguise! Diba Diba Diba? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha. Sana matanggal na si Danny. Yehey. Clap. Clap. Yehey.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-1627011639803001767?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/1627011639803001767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=1627011639803001767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/1627011639803001767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/1627011639803001767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2008/02/miley-and-danny.html' title='miley and danny'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/R8GUu8NTSDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/vXIDTgdgwT0/s72-c/d-m.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-5936769501477332443</id><published>2008-02-21T23:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:48:51.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pesto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pasta'/><title type='text'>pasta night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/R72GZMNTSCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/IPq2qDMiWXY/s1600-h/chicken_pesto_pasta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169435714623064098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/R72GZMNTSCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/IPq2qDMiWXY/s400/chicken_pesto_pasta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*www.slashfood.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayong Thursday, umuulan na nung nakarating na ako sa bahay. Tas maputik na nga yung sapatos ko e. Puti pa naman yun. Asar. Ang lamig pa sa labas. Buti na lang pagpasok ko mainit na sa loob ng bahay. Tas ang masaya dun, may pagkain na. At akalain mo nga naman, Penne in Chicken Pesto Sauce pa. Yehess. Ayos. Aylabyu nanay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Nung isang taon, eksaktong ganito rin ang nangyari. Mula sa ulan hanggang sa sapatos. Ang kaibahan nga lang, Angelhair in Marinara Sauce yung nasa lamesa. At Wednesday nun. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-5936769501477332443?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/5936769501477332443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=5936769501477332443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/5936769501477332443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/5936769501477332443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2008/02/pasta-night.html' title='pasta night'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/R72GZMNTSCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/IPq2qDMiWXY/s72-c/chicken_pesto_pasta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-4983199898794206726</id><published>2008-02-19T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:45:46.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biorhythm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>and the beat goes on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/R7mz88NTSBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mEHQ5gu7ueI/s1600-h/ad6c-HOT.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168359906919794706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/R7mz88NTSBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mEHQ5gu7ueI/s400/ad6c-HOT.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Members of the Biorhythm as part of MusiKAS - the 2007 UPM Choralefest Champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulations&lt;/strong&gt; to the new officers of UPM Biorhythm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though flats and sharps may come along your way, remember that these accidentals will contribute in creating harmony. (Yehess) Continue making good music as a choir and as a family. God Bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PS. Ang hot ng bagong President niyo! Jejejeje!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-4983199898794206726?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/4983199898794206726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=4983199898794206726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/4983199898794206726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/4983199898794206726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-beat-goes-on.html' title='and the beat goes on'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/R7mz88NTSBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mEHQ5gu7ueI/s72-c/ad6c-HOT.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-1733180502148071568</id><published>2008-02-18T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:46:49.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>Today was extra special because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breakfast (9am):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 slices of Buttered Toast with Parmesan Cheese&lt;br /&gt;Bacon Strips&lt;br /&gt;Scrambled eggs&lt;br /&gt;Fried Talong Slices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brunch(11am):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nilagang Baboy&lt;br /&gt;2 cups of Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch(1:30pm):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 slices of this mocha-flavored butter cake with red heart-shaped royal icing&lt;br /&gt;Leche Flan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merienda (3-5pm):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 medium pack of Ding Dong&lt;br /&gt;2 big packs of Cracklings&lt;br /&gt;Leche Flan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinner (7:30pm):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roast Chicken&lt;br /&gt;2 Tacos&lt;br /&gt;One bowl of Macaroni Salad&lt;br /&gt;1/2 bowl of Mashed Potato&lt;br /&gt;1 slice of bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snack (9-11pm):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pork Adobo&lt;br /&gt;Tomato-Onion-Sili "dip"&lt;br /&gt;One Boiled Egg&lt;br /&gt;1/2 bowl of Mashed Potato&lt;br /&gt;4 triangles of Toblerone (White)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now (1:30am):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 triangles of Toblerone (White)&lt;br /&gt;1 triangle of Tobelrone (Dark)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Later (1:30am-3am):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Hershey's Dark Chocolate Kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-1733180502148071568?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/1733180502148071568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=1733180502148071568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/1733180502148071568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/1733180502148071568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2008/02/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-6496685005090233704</id><published>2008-02-14T02:30:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:49:24.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iceland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shout-out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigur ros'/><title type='text'>from reykjavik with love</title><content type='html'>I heart extraterrestrial vikingseafarers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/R7M4IcNTR-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/I7wCr2qU1IA/s1600-h/happyvday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166534915186182114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/R7M4IcNTR-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/I7wCr2qU1IA/s400/happyvday.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Lookit, they heart us too!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS. Happy SAD, Happy SCD, at Happy Birthday na rin sa inyong lahat. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-6496685005090233704?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/6496685005090233704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=6496685005090233704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/6496685005090233704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/6496685005090233704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-heart-extraterrestrial-vikingseafers.html' title='from reykjavik with love'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/R7M4IcNTR-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/I7wCr2qU1IA/s72-c/happyvday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-4817813282438677796</id><published>2008-02-12T02:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:48:06.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='j. holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rnb'/><title type='text'>ayt? AYT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been listening to a lot of RnB (and HipHop and Rap) lately. I don't know why. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title: Bed&lt;br /&gt;Artist: J. Holiday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BV7PFX_GOZA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BV7PFX_GOZA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeee! Ibang klase ang lyrics diba? Yey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko rin nung With You ni Chris Brown (Dapat yun yung vid e kaya lang walang maganda) tsaka tentenenen.. Soulja Boy at Soulja Girl ni Soulja Boy! Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-4817813282438677796?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/4817813282438677796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=4817813282438677796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/4817813282438677796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/4817813282438677796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2008/02/ayt.html' title='ayt? AYT!'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-7545476608594292056</id><published>2008-02-12T01:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:50:41.762+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>guess where i've been</title><content type='html'>Hey Andie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that I was kind of starstruck. &lt;em&gt;(yuko tapos ngiti)&lt;/em&gt; Tanong mo kay Eds.&lt;br /&gt;Nahalata mo ba? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;See you around.&lt;br /&gt;Advanced Happy Valentine's Day! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Ayan, binlog pa kita ha. Yey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised in a good way,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-7545476608594292056?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/7545476608594292056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=7545476608594292056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/7545476608594292056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/7545476608594292056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2008/02/guess-where-ive-been.html' title='guess where i&apos;ve been'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-5883834674767310217</id><published>2008-02-11T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:52:59.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>sabi ni Tabs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/R7COtsNTR9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/8jp5gGEQyzI/s1600-h/seanad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165785688206165970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/R7COtsNTR9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/8jp5gGEQyzI/s320/seanad.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga nasambit ng kapatid kong bunso na nakapagpagulat sa aming lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nang marinig niya akong magmura:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I am shocked!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung inaaway siya ng Kuya Sieg niya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why are you abusing meeeee?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung inutusan ko siyang umuwi dahil gabi na:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You're not the boss of me!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung sinabi ko sa kanyang, 'Ano ko? Tanga?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So, what are you?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung nagrecite ako ng Histology Terms sa kanya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What are you sayiiiiiiing?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung sinuntok ko siya sa balikat at naiyak siya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When i grow up, i'm gonna kill you while you're sleeping."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nang kiniliti namin siya ng malupit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No, no, no, i'm gonna dieeee!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung ayaw siyang pagamitin ng PC at panoorin ng TV:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I hate my life!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung inaway ko siya at tumakbo ako palabas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't you dare step inside my mommy and my daddy's house!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nang makita niyang talo ang UP sa UAAP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wala pala yung school nyo e, laging talo. Buti pa school namin."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung tanungin ko siya kung anong gusto niyang trabaho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Paglaki ko, gusto kong maging security guard. O pari."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung nagrereview ako at ginugulo niya ako:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O kaya mo yan, 20 over 50?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung pumapatay siya ng langgam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Die! Die! Die!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung pinepressure ko siyang mag-aral ng French:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"An du tra! an du tra! o ayan marunong na ko mag-French!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung parating si Lorraine sa bahay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Act simple! Act simple! Para bigyan niya ako ng pasalubong!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung tinatanong ko kung pano inayos ng Kuya Sieg niya yung Cable:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Believe me, I saw it. I know what to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung nag-emo-emo-han ako at sinabi kong mamamamtay na ko:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nooo. You're my best kuya! Nooo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Cute kid. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-5883834674767310217?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/5883834674767310217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=5883834674767310217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/5883834674767310217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/5883834674767310217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2008/02/sabi-ni-tabs.html' title='sabi ni Tabs'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/R7COtsNTR9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/8jp5gGEQyzI/s72-c/seanad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-2046828662928984567</id><published>2008-02-10T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T00:31:35.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>far-fetched</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/R7CBTsNTR8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/kJ5ksGdUcjU/s1600-h/book.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165770947878406082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="206" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/R7CBTsNTR8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/kJ5ksGdUcjU/s320/book.JPG" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Remember how I feared taking Humanities I because it's about literature.. and reading.. and analysis.. and recitations.. and unknown classmates.. and etc..? Hahaha. Well, it is not so bad after all. It's actually pretty good. Uhmm.. no. It's my BEST subject this sem. Ayiiiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a stormy November Monday and I was battling the rain just to be able to go to school on time. Of course, I failed. I came in 45 minutes late for my first subject which was Hum 1. I was soaking wet (because I don't know what an umbrella is) and I was trembilng from the cold when suddenly the instructor caught my attention. I was thinking fat old lady with glasses and a high-pitched voice but lo and behold, she was thin, and tall, and pretty and pretty and pretty. Haha. She then asked me to introduce myself. Of course, I panicked because I just came in and I was wiping my arms at that time. Still, I went on to introduce myself and I tried a bit to be funny just to compensate for my sodden self at that moment. And I made my WORST introduction ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;: My name is Sithli. I'm a BS Bio Student. Blah.. Blah.. Blah.. I like food and movies and music. My current favorite band is Sigur Ros. They're from Iceland and they're the greatest! You should totally listen to them. Uh.. that's all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone else&lt;/em&gt;: ?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So days passed by and heaps of readings came and I was not a bit stressed by the subject. &lt;em&gt;Bibo kid nga ako e&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. I participated throughout the discussions! Miss Martin is wonderful. She makes us go out of our shells and look at the big picture. I admire her sensitivity pressing issues and of course, her bluntness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Martin&lt;/em&gt;: Well, that's a theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Martin&lt;/em&gt;: Uh.. no. That's quite far-fetched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Martin&lt;/em&gt;: Come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BEST (?) comment I got from her was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me (on Death Constant Beyond Love):&lt;/em&gt; It's about love. Eternal. Undying. Blah Blah Blah. Love. Love. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Martin&lt;/em&gt;: What? You are too romantic! Not evertyhing is about love! What about politics? And human strife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reading list is amazing. It contains a diverse selection of texts that can ignite intelligent discussions. I somehow find most of them depressing. But as Miss Martin tells us.. the best literary works are sad. During the last three months, we touched things about war, social hierarchies, adulthood, and sometimes love (but not the Disney kind).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from these, my unknown classmates are quite interesting as well. I have a foreign classmate (basta from Western Asia). He has the most outrageous analysis on everything! Haha. But he's really good. &lt;em&gt;Bibo kid&lt;/em&gt; din siya. Then there's Miss D. &lt;em&gt;Yung life story niya (isipin niyo kung paano nalantad ang buhay niya sa klase) pwede talagang pang-sine&lt;/em&gt;. There's also Nasrin. She's Muslim and she's fashionable and hip and cool. I didn't know she was Muslim at first so we had this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;: (Wow, ibang klase na pagka-fashionista nito a, naka-veil na siya ngayon. Todo na.) O ba't ka naman nakabelo na? (evil grin)&lt;pangit&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nas&lt;/em&gt;: Uh... alam mo ba yung Hajj?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;: Oh! Oh! Yeah! Hehehe. Sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ching is from Pol Sci. And we had another awkward conversation too (samin na lang yun). Hahaha. She's the one who gives the deepest analysis on the readings. There's also Tristan, who always comes in sweaty. &lt;em&gt;Nagtataka talaga ako dati. Nalaman ko lang two weeks ago kung bakit. Nakita ko kasi siyang nagtutumbling at naghihiphop sa may RH lobby e. Indayog pala.&lt;/em&gt; Haha. Carlo, who's also from Pol Sci, is one of those who has perfect attendance. Pero, sit-in lang siya. Si Eunice, seatmate ko, mahilig siya tumawa. Ng malakas. Si Gucci, sa likod ko nakaupo. Katabi niya si Armani at Salvatore tapos si Calvin at Tommy. Yey. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's truly amazing how this class turned out. As she puts it, Literature gives us a separate world where we can go to whenever we want to unwind. We envelope ourselves with the characters and the situations on every story or poem we read. From there, we can see and feel various things, ranging from the grotesque to the romantic. I also love how Lit can even make the most explicitly stated sensations of happiness or sadness dull and tiresome while at the same time making the subtle hints of apathy really distressing and poignant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-2046828662928984567?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/2046828662928984567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=2046828662928984567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/2046828662928984567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/2046828662928984567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2008/02/far-fetched.html' title='far-fetched'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/R7CBTsNTR8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/kJ5ksGdUcjU/s72-c/book.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-3148305425232523277</id><published>2008-02-05T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:50:41.763+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>What can't we do thru the WWW these days?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear Priest from this parish which we go to every Sunday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a simple confession to make. These past months, I have not been a very good boy. No, not even close to being good. Well, first off, I did a lot of things which are more than enough to scandalize.. people i know and those who know me. Plus, I managed to say many things that would apall far greater numbers of people once they find out what they are. So, I found it urgent to talk to someone close to the One up there. Please tell Him to save my soul as I dread that it might be heading its way... well.. not up there. I know, I know that a simple confession would not do it all. I have to repent and change and forget. Well, Father, that's gonna be a longer and a more difficult task, I think. But for now, I hope you read my confession. I hope you go online later and accidentally stumble upon the rubbish that is my blog and revel in the fact that one of His stray children is doing this pathetic (and somehow really useless) attempt to save himself from eternal you-know-what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Father, just so you know, I'm not Catholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I hope you have internet at church. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for forgiveness,&lt;br /&gt;Me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-3148305425232523277?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/3148305425232523277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=3148305425232523277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/3148305425232523277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/3148305425232523277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2008/02/fat-tuesday.html' title='What can&apos;t we do thru the WWW these days?'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-8974838495515811808</id><published>2008-01-03T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T04:55:30.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arctic monkeys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>magaling pumili, magaling</title><content type='html'>Title: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Teddy Picker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Arctic Monkeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2A2XBoxtcUA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2A2XBoxtcUA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's have a game on the Teddy Picker&lt;br /&gt;"Not quick enough can I have it quicker?"&lt;br /&gt;Already thick and you're getting thicker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assuming that all things are equal,&lt;br /&gt;Who'd want to be men of the people&lt;br /&gt;When there's people like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;PS. Ito ang aking paboritong kanta nitong mga unang araw ng 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah oh yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;What the f*ck? Are &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; high?&lt;br /&gt;Go f*ck yourself, you son-of-a-b*tch.&lt;br /&gt;I wish &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; rot in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; don't know who you're messing with.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck. :P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-8974838495515811808?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/8974838495515811808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=8974838495515811808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/8974838495515811808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/8974838495515811808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2008/01/magaling-pumili-magaling.html' title='magaling pumili, magaling'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-5719151355353267879</id><published>2008-01-02T04:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:53:12.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shout-out'/><title type='text'>les deux</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/R36RxxuoR_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/LKzBJjHXzk8/s1600-h/picblogpost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151715308106958834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/R36RxxuoR_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/LKzBJjHXzk8/s400/picblogpost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siggi and Tabs:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No, thanks. We'd rather have our picture taken with this balloon."&lt;/em&gt; :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-5719151355353267879?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/5719151355353267879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=5719151355353267879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/5719151355353267879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/5719151355353267879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2008/01/les-deux.html' title='les deux'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/R36RxxuoR_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/LKzBJjHXzk8/s72-c/picblogpost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-8278951733616123696</id><published>2008-01-01T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T04:40:13.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>another year ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/R3pZ7huoR-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/AcdJqMF1C84/s1600-h/happy%2520new%2520year%2520fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/R3pZ7huoR-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/AcdJqMF1C84/s200/happy%2520new%2520year%2520fireworks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150528003052685282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/R3pZXhuoR9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/_PEnCdSaK9w/s1600-h/happy%2520new%2520year%2520fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And another year has ended..Yey! I don't know but it feels like 2007 was a bit short for me. Unlike the past years in which I felt my life was just passing me by with nothing significant really happening, it's as if I was the one catching up with the happenings this year.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, life's full of surprises. Hehe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a quick glimpse of my 07. Sobrang daming nangyari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;at Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- I wasn't able to track how many househelps my Lola hired this year. But I think she found the best. Her name is Lamah. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;- Aalis na nga pala si Lamah bukas. Tsk. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;- Seanad got wittier. But he's still fat. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;- No accidents para sa Tatay ko. Achievement! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;- Siegfrid discovered the drug called "Overnight Partying". He gets high with it. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;- Tagabuhat ako lagi ng nanay ko sa grocery. Pero may bayad naman. Ayun yun e. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;- We still hate most of our relatives. MWAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;at School&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Thesis is as difficult as how our seniors described it.&lt;br /&gt;- Bioinformatics is cool. Super cool. It's like ice. I can't handle it for a long time. I'll get frostbite. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;- There really are some professors whom you'll love to hate. Like you can't criticize them with their teaching methods because everyone in the class is totally gaga over him. So there you are, ranting by yourself. It's a sad life. Really sad.&lt;br /&gt;- Being witty on Valentine's Day (Hint: &lt;em&gt;Bleeding Heart&lt;/em&gt;) will not let you get away with a report.&lt;br /&gt;- Plant Physiology is best studied with a little drama on the side. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;- Chem really sucks at Summer. Tested and Proven.&lt;br /&gt;- The Staring Freak will stare at you no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;- When professors seem friendly, they really aren't. They have a hidden agenda. They will use you for their errands. Hay, sad life.&lt;br /&gt;- Other people not from DB don't bite. They're actually really friendly and interesting. But there are still some who actually bite.&lt;br /&gt;- We are guniea pigs. Tested and Proven.&lt;br /&gt;- Hearing professors bashing each other behind their backs is a most priceless thing.&lt;br /&gt;- Microbiology burns. Literally. I have a scar to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;extra-curricular&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Winning the Carolfest with Mr. Mark Carpio judging is a most wonderful thing. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;- The Lantern Parade is fun. &lt;em&gt;(Hehe, halatang first time e.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Join the UPM-Biorhythm. Masaya dito. Tested and Proven! Di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Social Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Spontaneity is the best policy. I wonder why most of carefully planned gimiks don't proceed well. The spontaneous ones turn out to be the most memorable ones.&lt;br /&gt;- When your friends fight, treat them for dessert. Magkakabati rin sila. Swear.&lt;br /&gt;- When some friends are treating you like BS, just smile. They will die of passive-aggressiveness. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;- Choose the people to trust. A lot of people were born to betray. And scheme. And bite.&lt;br /&gt;- Lose the schemers. Meet new friends. And constantly disturb them at YM. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;- My HS barkada is the best. Yey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;et cetera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sigur Ros = reverie.&lt;br /&gt;- Emo = for sleepless thesis nights&lt;br /&gt;- Madz = Love&lt;br /&gt;- Harry Potter is over, but it lives inside my heart. &lt;em&gt;lub dub lub dub&lt;/em&gt;. Wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;- Good food solves problems. Tested and Proven. :)&lt;br /&gt;- Broadband is the best. Pamparami ng Music IQ. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;- Nothing beats discussing news with your friends. Building theories and etc. What's better is all that time, mali pala yun pagkaintindi mo. Hahaha. Major laughtrip yun. &lt;em&gt;"Di ba namatay siya dahil sa payong?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2008! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-8278951733616123696?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/8278951733616123696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=8278951733616123696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/8278951733616123696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/8278951733616123696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2008/01/another-year-ends.html' title='another year ends'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/R3pZ7huoR-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/AcdJqMF1C84/s72-c/happy%2520new%2520year%2520fireworks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-7212103242315447371</id><published>2007-12-30T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T04:40:50.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iceland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>walking in a winter wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/R3pHnRuoR7I/AAAAAAAAAEU/0N3dy2McjXM/s1600-h/photo_lg_iceland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150507863951034290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/R3pHnRuoR7I/AAAAAAAAAEU/0N3dy2McjXM/s320/photo_lg_iceland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I might as well be called Houdini. Just like Michael Cassidy on &lt;em&gt;Zoom&lt;/em&gt;. On second thought, I might as well just be called Micahel instead. Because I like the name Michael. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escaping is my kind of thing. When things don't go my way (which usually happens), I tend to walk out. I get away from all the stress and do other things instead. Believe me, I've done some "Mall Walk Out" moments just because of petty misunderstandings. I really couldn't help it. The next thing I know, I've already snapped and yelled at people. Acad stress is worse. I choose sleeping over tons of reading materials whenever I feel that tinglng sensation in my stomach and the throbbing veins on my temples. &lt;em&gt;Kaya ako bumabagsak e.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go when I escape? Most of the time I stay in my room and try to get some sleep. Other times I just stare at the nothingness to clear my mind of everything. Then, I fall asleep. It's actually quite rare when I go to an actual place and leave all my problems behind. Well, those moments are better. &lt;em&gt;Mas masaya pa kapag may kasama ka&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I want to go to Iceland. Alone or with Someone, I don't care. I just badly want to escape. I feel like I'm inside this water tank, chained and blindfolded, and I'm already furiously pounding the sides because I've been submerged for too long and I'm close to death. Houdini is dying! (He died of peritonitis by the way. &lt;em&gt;Wala lang&lt;/em&gt;. Trivia.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iceland will save me. It's my Neverland. I created this myth that everything is better in Iceland. I mean, they are THE most developed country in the world. &lt;em&gt;Di ba?&lt;/em&gt; Plus, they have the oldest Parliament, they have "midnight suns", they have hundreds of hot springs, they have a really complicated language, they have an odd flag, and cool geysers. Of course, they have Sigur Ros as well! Haha. &lt;em&gt;Mababaw lang talaga ako e&lt;/em&gt;. And there are Pinoys in Iceland na ha, 753 na sila. So if ever, hindi ako yung first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be on that island right now. I'm tired of Luzon. I want snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-7212103242315447371?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/7212103242315447371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=7212103242315447371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/7212103242315447371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/7212103242315447371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2008/01/walking-in-winter-wonderland.html' title='walking in a winter wonderland'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/R3pHnRuoR7I/AAAAAAAAAEU/0N3dy2McjXM/s72-c/photo_lg_iceland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-7210791302245911099</id><published>2007-11-19T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T00:05:53.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>emocore at its cheesiest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Title: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Your Guardian Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(guitar strumming)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see your smile&lt;br /&gt;Tears roll down my face&lt;br /&gt;I can't repla-a-a-ace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I'm strong I have figured out&lt;br /&gt;How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll find deep insi-Ide me, I can be the oooone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you faaaall &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(let you faaaall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'll stand up with you forevr-r-r&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you thro-ough it a-all &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(through it aaaall)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if savin' you sends meee to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok, It's ok, It's oka-a-a-ayayay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seasons are changing and waves a-are crashing&lt;br /&gt;And stars are falling all for us&lt;br /&gt;Days gro-ow longer and nights gro-ow shorter&lt;br /&gt;I can show you I'll be the oooonnne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you faaall &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(let you faaall)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forevr-r-r&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you thro-ough it a-a-all &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(through it aaall)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if savin' you sends me to 'eaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause yoou're myyyy&lt;br /&gt;Yoou're myy my-iyayiya-a-ay&lt;br /&gt;My true love&lt;br /&gt;My whole heart&lt;br /&gt;Please don't throw that awaaaay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'mmm HEEERRRRE, FO-OR YOU-oh-oh&lt;br /&gt;PL-LEASE DON'T WALK AWAAAAAAY AND&lt;br /&gt;PL-LEASE TELL ME YOU"LL STAAAAAAAYYYY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;(enter drums)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah -WOH-OH-OH-OH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;STAAAA-AA-AA-AAY woh-oh-OH OH-OH-OH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;USE ME AS YOU WILL&lt;br /&gt;PULL MY STRINGS JUST FOR A THRI-I-ILL&lt;br /&gt;AND I'LL KNOW I'LL BE OKAAAAy&lt;br /&gt;THOUGH MY SKIES ARE TURNING GUH-RAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GUH-RAAAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL NEVER LET YOU FAAAAAALL&lt;br /&gt;I'LL STAND UP WITH YOU FOREVEEER-R-R&lt;br /&gt;I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU THRO-OUGH IT AAAALL&lt;br /&gt;EVEN IF SAVING YOU SENDS MEEEEE TO HEAVEN&lt;br /&gt;I WILL NEVER LET YOU FAAAAAALL&lt;br /&gt;I'LL STAND UP WITH YOU FOREVEEER-R-R&lt;br /&gt;I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU THROUGH IT AAAAALL&lt;br /&gt;EVEN IF SAVIN' YOU SENDS MEEEEE TO HEAVEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Wolo loooong. Trip. Ganyan ko yan kantahin e. Nilagay ko yung mga kulot at sigaw. Siguro naman magegets niyo kung saan diyan. Gayang gaya ko  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=B7kPBPG2_K8&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; diba? Hahaha. Okay, emo na kung emo. Pake mo? Wahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Susunod dito Paramore tapos Dashboard Confessional. Ayos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-7210791302245911099?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/7210791302245911099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=7210791302245911099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/7210791302245911099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/7210791302245911099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/11/emocore-at-its-cheesiest.html' title='emocore at its cheesiest'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-3950905177252676538</id><published>2007-11-11T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T04:41:38.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shout-out'/><title type='text'>because i love to laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bioinformatics can really drain out all the energy in you at times. Sometimes it sucks all my "happy" as well. So some net surfing for funny pictures and vids wouldn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RzdKEX5uICI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SNKsotKAmWg/s1600-h/funny-picture-left-foot-cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131651739408015394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RzdKEX5uICI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SNKsotKAmWg/s400/funny-picture-left-foot-cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RzdKMn5uIDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/lK8VtK-WyjA/s1600-h/128371513645948735EmoCatNeedsLo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131651881141936178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RzdKMn5uIDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/lK8VtK-WyjA/s400/128371513645948735EmoCatNeedsLo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RzdKUH5uIEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/w6Xq2GZvzKc/s1600-h/lolbunny-funny-picture-hide-seek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131652009990955074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RzdKUH5uIEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/w6Xq2GZvzKc/s400/lolbunny-funny-picture-hide-seek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RzdKjn5uIFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BJuyduNCMpg/s1600-h/loldog-funny-pictures-you-got-it-babe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131652276278927442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RzdKjn5uIFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BJuyduNCMpg/s400/loldog-funny-pictures-you-got-it-babe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See more lols &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-3950905177252676538?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/3950905177252676538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=3950905177252676538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/3950905177252676538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/3950905177252676538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/11/because-i-love-to-laugh.html' title='because i love to laugh'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RzdKEX5uICI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SNKsotKAmWg/s72-c/funny-picture-left-foot-cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-3089970955589095485</id><published>2007-11-10T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:54:27.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sembreak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>almost but not quite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. No bio classes on Monday. The profs will still be at batangas by then for some good old team building. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have Humanities 1 though. Actually, I'm a bit worried about this subject. Parang Hum II -take 2 lang ito e. I have no idea who my classmates will be, heck I don't even know who's going to teach the subject. But it's about literature anyway. Oh no. It's about literature. OH NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Thesis was so demanding! She wanted me to stay with her all night long. But, I had no choice but to give in. It's for my future. What is my future anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sem break did not *suck* *bigtime*. I got out of the house and went to have a goood time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a. I watched a few nice movies. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. I watched Madz at the CCP. Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. Oooh, and I went malling with my buds. I love spaghetti. I love milkshake. I will miss Subway at G2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d. And of course, I went on a spontaneous gimik with my HS friends at a carnival. I screamed like a girl and I don't know but I think I may even have screamed "Mommy". Ha Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e. We even watched Beyonce at The Fort. Okay I'm not going to write about my "two-inches" joke. No one laughs. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f. Cams sponsored a spur-of-the-moment Wii Party at their famous family room. Yey, after the Beyonce Experience, Wii experience naman. Haha. To the left! To the right! Up! Up! Down! Jump! Wii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Okay I will shut up now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm hoping for dough. Please gimme my dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My globe sim gave up on me. I'm using the Smart one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Can someone please take me to a beach? Kahit pool lang nga pwede na e. Game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Advanced Happy 47th Birthday, Dad. Libre. Libre. Libre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-3089970955589095485?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/3089970955589095485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=3089970955589095485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/3089970955589095485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/3089970955589095485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/11/almost-but-not-quite.html' title='almost but not quite'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-1655866732613395965</id><published>2007-10-21T03:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:23:24.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sembreak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>dear blog,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can only say three things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) This is my last sembreak and I have a strong feeling that it will suck. Bigtime. I feel disappoinment looming. And evil. Much much evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I can't sleep. Help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Pimples. Grrrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love love,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-1655866732613395965?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/1655866732613395965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=1655866732613395965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/1655866732613395965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/1655866732613395965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/10/dear-blog.html' title='dear blog,'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-8171985193080890320</id><published>2007-10-17T08:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:23:48.979+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iceland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigur ros'/><title type='text'>drifting away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RxprhS_kapI/AAAAAAAAADs/0pkmdZBHxE0/s1600-h/sigur_ros_22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123525745865681554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 355px" height="341" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RxprhS_kapI/AAAAAAAAADs/0pkmdZBHxE0/s320/sigur_ros_22.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I surf this big big ocean called the internet, I happen to stumble onto great great finds. Aside from nice reads, trivias, funny Kristen Wiig videos, I also found noteworthy musicians from all over the globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigur Ros&lt;/em&gt; - is a band from Iceland. I first knew of this band in 2005 when I caught their video on MTV. The song was Glosoli and the video featured this little drummer boy wearing a bright red unifrom. The story of the video was kind of Pied Piper of Hamelin meets Peter Pan because the boy leads the other kids to the edge of a cliff, then poof, he suddenly jumps off of it and flies. Then, the other very white Icelandic kids begin flying as well. Through the whole length of the video I was just like, "&lt;em&gt;Huwoooooow. Such beautiful sound and video. Huwooooow&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their music is described as ethereal rock and dream pop because... it is not of this world!!! Haha. Surreal, heavenly, eerie, but it's still rock. Nice guitar riffs and drum beats. The only downside is I can"t understand the words nor sing along with it because it's in... Icelandic! Weeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one more thing, since I really like their song &lt;em&gt;Saeglopur&lt;/em&gt;, I tried searching for the lyrics and translations. According to one site, Saeglopur means "lost at sea" but that's it, no more lyrics translations. Why? Because it's in Vonlenska (Hopelandic)! And what is Vonlenska?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the language created by Sigur Ros' front man Jon Birgisson (love his falsetto). It's gibberish and somehow comparable to scat singing in jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niiice. Ala-JRR Tolkien. Niiice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-8171985193080890320?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/8171985193080890320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=8171985193080890320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/8171985193080890320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/8171985193080890320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/10/weird-weird-weird.html' title='drifting away'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RxprhS_kapI/AAAAAAAAADs/0pkmdZBHxE0/s72-c/sigur_ros_22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-9060937706116704291</id><published>2007-10-12T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:24:15.023+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>music is my drug</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since I switched to a broadband connection, I've been downloading songs like crazy. My music folder now contains more than six gigabytes of music! Yey! But I have yet to discover how to download whole albums and how to use bitcomet or bittorrent or whatev. Technology kills me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I have lots of mp3s, I still think they're not that diverse. I pretty much have a wide selection of music from several genres but they're still mainly pop. It's like they're the most popular songs from say, the Punk genre, or from Jazz.. etc. Though I lean mostly on adult alternative and post-punk revival (according to wikipedia), I have a good amount of choral music (oh yeah oh yeah), MTFT (guess what this is. haha.), MTMLT (eto pa!), and pop. Yep. Pop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. Quick facts na lang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music folder Size:&lt;/em&gt; 6.42 GB (1,436 songs, 92.9 hours)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Top 3 Most Played Tracks :&lt;/em&gt; Mardy Bum by Arctic Monkeys, The Scientist by Coldplay, Oo by UpDharmaDown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Longest Track:&lt;/em&gt; A Song for You by Michael Buble (13 min, 30 sec)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shortest Track:&lt;/em&gt; Introduction by Panic! At The Disco (37 sec)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First in the list when alphabetized:&lt;/em&gt; 2 the Sky by Robin Thicke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last in the list blah blah:&lt;/em&gt; Zombie by The Cranberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Latest Download:&lt;/em&gt; High School Never Ends by Bowling for Soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Highest Rated Album:&lt;/em&gt; A Life Shaped by Music by the Philippine Madrigal Singers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Top Genres:&lt;/em&gt; Alternative, Chorus, Rock, Indie, Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oldest Album (release year):&lt;/em&gt; Ella Swings Brightly with Nelson (1950s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to backup all my music files this week. Para pag nagloko si PC, safe pa sila. So if anyone has good music out there, penge. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O eto, dagdag pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; You know I'm No good by Amy Winehouse &lt;em&gt;(ayy, kinky. Hahaha.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Little House by The Fray &lt;em&gt;(hmmmm)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Back at Your Door by Maroon5 &lt;em&gt;(ayy. kinky ulet.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; LDN by Lily Allen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you look with your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;everything seems nice...&lt;br /&gt;But, if you look twice, You can see it's all lies!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Heaven Knows by Melinda Doolittle &lt;em&gt;(diba?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Sleep all day by Jason Mraz &lt;em&gt;(super slacker)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Dirrty (cover) by Hanson &lt;em&gt;(hahaha!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Two Praetorian Festivals by the Madz &lt;em&gt;(wow, ancient)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK ABOUT YOU?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Get What Nou Need by Jet &lt;em&gt;(palamunin pa e)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Te Quiero by the Madz &lt;em&gt;(weee!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BESTIE?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Angels or Devils by Dishwalla &lt;em&gt;(bestie? wtf?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SONG WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; As Long as I have Music by Madz &lt;em&gt;(awww. pero parang mali.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; The Curse of Curves by Cute Is What We Aim For &lt;em&gt;(oooh.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I hate everyone by Get Set Go &lt;em&gt;(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Better by Regina Spektor &lt;em&gt;(ayy. kinky. isipin niyo kung paano. haha!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; The Limit to your Love by Feist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because there is no limit&lt;br /&gt;There's no limit&lt;br /&gt;No limit no limit no limit&lt;br /&gt;Limit to my love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU BRING ON A DESERT ISLAND?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Amsterdam by Coldplay &lt;em&gt;(ayos.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR PET HATE?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Lost by Michael Buble &lt;em&gt;(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD CHANGE THE WORLD, WHAT WOULD YOU DO?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Peace man by Bamboo &lt;em&gt;(saint sithli. wee!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;HOW ARE YOU FEELING AT THE MOMENT?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Not too late by Norah Jones &lt;em&gt;(kasi walang pasok ngayon. haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU HATE ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Ask myself by Robin Thicke &lt;em&gt;(i just did. wala naman.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES ANYONE HATE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Night and Day by Ella Fitzgerald &lt;em&gt;(pwede pwede.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE YOU GO TO SLEEP, WHO/WHAT DO YOU THINK OF?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Fire, Fire my Heart by madz &lt;em&gt;(mm hmm)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM...?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Cold Water by Damien Rice &lt;em&gt;(...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-9060937706116704291?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/9060937706116704291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=9060937706116704291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/9060937706116704291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/9060937706116704291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/10/music-is-my-drug.html' title='music is my drug'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-1421452614200680538</id><published>2007-10-07T03:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:48:12.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shout-out'/><title type='text'>weird weird weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's a bit late to be posting rants but i'll do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things make me mad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;Friendster profiles &lt;/em&gt;with songs suddenly playing when you click on them. I dont know, i just hate them. It irks me more when the song is from anime shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Mosquitoes.&lt;/em&gt; They suck blood. They leave pantals. I hate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Tinola.&lt;/em&gt; Earlier, I decided that tinola is a conjugated form of the pseudo-word "TOLA" which means to cook chicken in the most boring way possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Mega Taxis with faulty aircon&lt;/em&gt; (aka "Mobile Saunas", Santos, 2007). You opt to ride on one of these vehicles to avail of the aircon and the cushioned seats and the minimal person-to-person contact but no, the aircon (which comes first on the list) is not functioning. Nagjeep na lang sana ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;Yasmien Kurdi.&lt;/em&gt; She looks like an effing log. I hate her fugly face. Die Kurdi, Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;This really talkative DJ.&lt;/em&gt; Number one, you talk crap. Number two, yeah you have a fancy american twang but you have the dumbest opinions on things. Number three, you think you're funny but you're not. My 8 year old brother can crack a whole lot of better jokes than you. Die, you small person, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;em&gt;Prank callers.&lt;/em&gt; Who doesn't hate prank callers? once i catch you, you scum of the earth, i'm gonna destroy your whole reproductive system. No, this is not an empty threat. I WILL destroy your reproductive system. And I'm gonna reduce it into thin little slices, coat it with bread crumbs and feed it to our neighbor's smelly dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;em&gt;Jeepney Drivers who smoke while driving a jeepney full of passengers.&lt;/em&gt; You're just plain dumb and inconsiderate. No, i will not wish you death because you'll get it someday. With all those chemicals in your cigarette, I'm sure you're gonna die a slow, painful, and emotional death. Say hello to Hell, asshole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;em&gt;My mouse.&lt;/em&gt; I only clicked you once. Why the fuck are you "double-clicking"? Stupid man-made device!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;em&gt;Insomnia.&lt;/em&gt; I hate you insomnia. You're the biggest bitch. You better burn in hell together with your friends, Anorexia and Bulimia and Dementia and Progeria and Salmonella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt;. Yes you. Fucking stalker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;em&gt;Hypocrites.&lt;/em&gt; Like me. I hate all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;em&gt;Assholes who rant about the most stupid things on some ungodly hour.&lt;/em&gt; 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird weird weird day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-1421452614200680538?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/1421452614200680538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=1421452614200680538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/1421452614200680538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/1421452614200680538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/09/drifting-away.html' title='weird weird weird'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-4616735642003952822</id><published>2007-09-30T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:42:16.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seminar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>top or bottom?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RxpX-C_kamI/AAAAAAAAADU/VjVENOAaWdQ/s1600-h/WOO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123504249554365026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RxpX-C_kamI/AAAAAAAAADU/VjVENOAaWdQ/s400/WOO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dominace Hierarchy within a Gray Wolf Pack&lt;br /&gt;12 noon, RH 11-C&lt;br /&gt;October 3, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-4616735642003952822?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/4616735642003952822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=4616735642003952822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/4616735642003952822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/4616735642003952822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/09/top-or-bottom.html' title='top or bottom?'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RxpX-C_kamI/AAAAAAAAADU/VjVENOAaWdQ/s72-c/WOO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-2680324679360985804</id><published>2007-09-24T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:42:16.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P1 100'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rap'/><title type='text'>because i was playing PS2 all day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...I forgot that the PI 100 monologue thing was due today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm supposed to portray Kapitan Tiyago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of writing a script with really deep tagalog words, I'll make Kapitan Tiyago rap instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's my name?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapitizzan Tiyagizzo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's bring this house down!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, Damaso!&lt;br /&gt;(What up? What up?)&lt;br /&gt;Yo, Crisostomo!&lt;br /&gt;(Uh-huh! Uh-Huh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(beatbox)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Tiago, and I am neat, I love them friars and I love to pray.&lt;br /&gt;I made this rap from my heart, 'coz I am really not that smart.&lt;br /&gt;I like to give them things like fancy jars&lt;br /&gt;And Spaniards dig me like opium bars!&lt;br /&gt;Some say I'm bad, but I am good&lt;br /&gt;so shut up now 'coz i'll cook some food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(beatbox)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring the beat back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, Damaso!&lt;br /&gt;(What up? What up?)&lt;br /&gt;Yo, Crisostomo!&lt;br /&gt;(Uh-huh! Uh-Huh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah shut up now, and let's pray some more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh-uh-huh Pia Alba! Uh-huh-Uh-huh Maria Clara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all, dawgs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Props to the Spaniards! Peace! Tiyagizzo out!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Halatang walang magawa. Good Luck sakin mamaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I know! This is horrible. And it's not even funny. I know, okayyy?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-2680324679360985804?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/2680324679360985804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=2680324679360985804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/2680324679360985804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/2680324679360985804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/09/because-i-was-playing-ps2-all-day.html' title='because i was playing PS2 all day...'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-2965624638538250722</id><published>2007-09-23T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:42:16.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shout-out'/><title type='text'>school spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RxpWpi_kajI/AAAAAAAAAC8/MbIl4leJzL0/s1600-h/unibersidad.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123502797855418930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RxpWpi_kajI/AAAAAAAAAC8/MbIl4leJzL0/s400/unibersidad.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeee. Saya. Good Luck sa Hell Week. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS. GIF Image yan e. sayang. Ayaw gumalaw. Nag-u-UP Cheer pa naman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-2965624638538250722?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/2965624638538250722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=2965624638538250722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/2965624638538250722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/2965624638538250722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/09/school-spirit.html' title='school spirit'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RxpWpi_kajI/AAAAAAAAAC8/MbIl4leJzL0/s72-c/unibersidad.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-6517369325936826943</id><published>2007-09-16T10:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:25:11.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shout-out'/><title type='text'>mukha akong drayber</title><content type='html'>Psssst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Grace Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ayan ha, binlog na kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingat. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-6517369325936826943?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/6517369325936826943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=6517369325936826943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/6517369325936826943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/6517369325936826943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/09/mukha-akong-drayber.html' title='mukha akong drayber'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-6255844005454500274</id><published>2007-09-15T06:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T06:17:51.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>psychic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kaya pala naLSS ako dito. Panira yung mga Mmmmm. Pero maganda. Galing ko. Haha. Nakakatawa nga lang kasi may SNL Spoof. Pero haunting yung kanta. Really, really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mmmm whacha say,&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm that you only meant well?&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course you did!&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm whacha say,&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm that its all for the best?&lt;br /&gt;Of course it is!&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm whacha say,&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm that it's just what you need?&lt;br /&gt;You decided this.&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm whacha say?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What did you say?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Yung ibang punctuation marks, ako naglagay. Plus yung ibang words. Ayos? Wala na tong kasunod. Tungkol kay Britney yung next post. *iling* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-6255844005454500274?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/6255844005454500274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=6255844005454500274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/6255844005454500274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/6255844005454500274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/09/psychic.html' title='psychic'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-6344840166057231712</id><published>2007-09-10T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:26:47.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P1 100'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banahaw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='field trip'/><title type='text'>banahaw FT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/Rxpp1S_kanI/AAAAAAAAADc/6IHusmkHCJc/s1600-h/1_246116895l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123523890439809650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/Rxpp1S_kanI/AAAAAAAAADc/6IHusmkHCJc/s320/1_246116895l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Waaaaaah!", said Sithli as he looked at his alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I almost didn't make it to our PI 100 Banahaw field trip. Good thing I have one stubborn but helpful dad. Thanks Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yep, I was late and I caught up with the group at Shell-Sucat (Tama ba?). We went to three places (or four?). I can't remember. It's a bit boring actually. Parang kulang e. They told us there was gonna be a "hike" pero maigsi lang naman. We almost got lost (which made my heart beat faster, yey! adventure!) because we made this one wrong turn pero ayyy, corny... ang lapit lang pala nun. I breezed through most of the hike and I didn't use my hands that much to hang on to rocks or roots. We also went to a river. But since I was panicking earlier that day, I wasn't able to bring more clothes. No swimming for me. Sad. And, a severe headache almost ruined this trip. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can pinpoint two things that stood out from the trip. One, the meeting with Suprema and two, the Husgado cave. Suprema was really nice. She spoke in this gentle, sweet voice in straight Tagalog. I like her views about politics, religion, and the Creator and she seemed to be an affable old woman. Gusto ko na nga siyang maging lola e. Plus, she has this nice house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wala naman. Nagustuhan ko lang ang disneyong ibon para sa aming bubong."&lt;/em&gt; - Suprema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RxpqDS_kaoI/AAAAAAAAADk/12XzWwxuITk/s1600-h/1_858539646lcropd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123524130957978242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RxpqDS_kaoI/AAAAAAAAADk/12XzWwxuITk/s320/1_858539646lcropd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then there was Husgado. It was fun! Though I felt like a contortionist while inside the cave, it was worth it. The path was really narrow so I had to use my imagination on how to get out of it. Of course my &lt;em&gt;praning&lt;/em&gt; side also came out. What if I faint? What if the ground suddenly shook? What if ghosts suddenly appear? What if aliens attack? Noooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that the Husgado will determine how pure your soul is. If you manage to get out without a scratch, you're one good person. And as it turned out, I'm still a good boy after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Look mom, no scratches! *wide smile*"&lt;/em&gt; - Goody goody Sithli &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-6344840166057231712?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/6344840166057231712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=6344840166057231712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/6344840166057231712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/6344840166057231712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/09/banahaw-ft.html' title='banahaw FT'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/Rxpp1S_kanI/AAAAAAAAADc/6IHusmkHCJc/s72-c/1_246116895l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-4029053218693942748</id><published>2007-09-04T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:26:56.041+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shout-out'/><title type='text'>one hundredth</title><content type='html'>this is my hundredth post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;yey, achievement!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope to continue on blogging but somehow I just don't have the drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-4029053218693942748?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/4029053218693942748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=4029053218693942748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/4029053218693942748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/4029053218693942748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-hundredth.html' title='one hundredth'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-1186022106092484613</id><published>2007-09-01T05:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:48:59.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shout-out'/><title type='text'>-ber</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Naiinis ako kagabi. Walang katulad na pagkainis. Ang aga ko tuloy nakatulog. Maaga rin tuloy ako nagising. Hanggang Lunes pa siguro 'to. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E kasi naman e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pano ba.. Updates na lang. Wala, nako, di ko to pinag-isipan. Bwiset ako e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ayun, tapos na Biogyugan. Sa wakas. Ayos naman daw. Yey. Tssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Napaso ako sa Microbiology Lab. Kita pa yung outline ng inoculating loop sa kamay ko. Masakit pa nga e. Parang may pit. Red-hot ba naman kasi yung loop. Bobo. Tanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ayun, nakuha ko na rin pala resulta ng Microbiology Lab Exam ko. Tsk. Nakakabobo. Nakakatanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Puro Exam sa Histology sa mga susunod na araw. Lintek na mga bagyo yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tapos na yung Thesis Proposal Defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wala na akong pera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Inaantok na ulit ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bwisit pa rin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-1186022106092484613?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/1186022106092484613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=1186022106092484613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/1186022106092484613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/1186022106092484613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/09/ber.html' title='-ber'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-9054070732775697191</id><published>2007-08-08T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:55:13.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shout-out'/><title type='text'>il pleut aujord'hui</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/Rrlug0IVswI/AAAAAAAAACk/3yrRnwtbDWU/s1600-h/bloggrad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096225963374916354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/Rrlug0IVswI/AAAAAAAAACk/3yrRnwtbDWU/s200/bloggrad.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grad pics were distributed the other day. Hehe. Pwede. Pwedeng pwede. Wahaha. Pero malayo-layo pa naman ang grad e. Eight months pa. Dami pang mangyayari dun. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tout va bien pour le moment&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-9054070732775697191?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/9054070732775697191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=9054070732775697191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/9054070732775697191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/9054070732775697191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/08/il-pleut-aujordhui.html' title='il pleut aujord&apos;hui'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/Rrlug0IVswI/AAAAAAAAACk/3yrRnwtbDWU/s72-c/bloggrad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-2639797010783756764</id><published>2007-08-07T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T20:55:58.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shout-out'/><title type='text'>seven hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*bleep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bleep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bleep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*histo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cell bio*&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/10172263-2639797010783756764?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/2639797010783756764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=2639797010783756764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/2639797010783756764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/2639797010783756764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/08/seven-hours.html' title='seven hours'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-2215071560829267121</id><published>2007-08-04T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:27:18.057+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><title type='text'>not her daughter, bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally done with HP7. And it was goo-oood. So good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RrSA5UIVsvI/AAAAAAAAACc/oT76FCxM5KQ/s1600-h/hp7childus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094838800607458034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RrSA5UIVsvI/AAAAAAAAACc/oT76FCxM5KQ/s320/hp7childus.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost 800 pages or sheer wonder, I just had to stop and contemplate about things. It was pretty overwhelming that I've already finished the series... that there was going to be no more Harry.. and Ron.. and Hermione.. and Hogwarts... and Patronuses. But, it feels so great that I stuck with him - them - till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, there are still two movies that I can look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;omgharrypottertaposkonagalinggrabeweee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-2215071560829267121?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/2215071560829267121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=2215071560829267121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/2215071560829267121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/2215071560829267121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/08/not-her-daughter-bitch.html' title='not her daughter, bitch'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RrSA5UIVsvI/AAAAAAAAACc/oT76FCxM5KQ/s72-c/hp7childus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-9180127590881236428</id><published>2007-08-03T03:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:42:16.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><title type='text'>mirna and sithli sitting on a tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RrR_x0IVsuI/AAAAAAAAACU/VZn2rg4IGJM/s1600-h/mirna.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094837572246811362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RrR_x0IVsuI/AAAAAAAAACU/VZn2rg4IGJM/s320/mirna.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing that occupies my mind so much lately, it's mirna. We just met last July but she's already taking so much of my time. Talk about clingy. Sometimes it gets so difficult with her that I just give up and sleep. But as time goes by and I'm getting to know her more better and a lot of things are getting clearer, I must say I'm having fun. Though there's still this brooding feeling that it might not work, I'm still gonna keep on hoping for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mirna is &lt;em&gt;microRNA&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harcore science, dude. &lt;em&gt;Hardcore&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-9180127590881236428?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/9180127590881236428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=9180127590881236428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/9180127590881236428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/9180127590881236428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/08/mirna-and-sithli-sitting-on-tree.html' title='mirna and sithli sitting on a tree'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RrR_x0IVsuI/AAAAAAAAACU/VZn2rg4IGJM/s72-c/mirna.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-5179991461281864632</id><published>2007-08-01T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T21:26:41.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>irrational fears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RrR-ZEIVsrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/J6r-88H_suc/s1600-h/Simpsons_Scream_Lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094836047533421234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RrR-ZEIVsrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/J6r-88H_suc/s200/Simpsons_Scream_Lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whenever I'm holding a tray full of food and drinks, I always feel that I'm gonna slip and tumble. Then I'm going to be humiliated in front of all the people who are in that fast food joint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's much worse. I think of freak accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this instance when I thought that I was gonna slip while going down the stairs. I saw myself stumble and fall. Blood was everywhere. My neck snapped and an inch of my spine was sticking out of my back.Then I came back to my senses and I laughed. It was just seven freaking steps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, one time, while I was walking on this MMDA footbridge, I saw myself falling from it. Then, a big cargo truck would hit me as I fell and I'd be thrown over the other side of the highway. Then, another big truck would run over my body. It was horrible. My skull got squashed and my brain was everywhere. Yuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what terrifies me the most is the thought of scary animals in my room. I can't remember if I was dreaming it but I think I felt a Nagini-ish snake on the floor of my room one night. It was slithering beside me and was ready to bite my neck anytime. Sometimes it's not a snake, sometimes it's a Gila monster, or a Komodo dragon, or a big, fat, male turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird. Get me a shrink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-5179991461281864632?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/5179991461281864632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=5179991461281864632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/5179991461281864632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/5179991461281864632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/08/irrational-fears.html' title='irrational fears'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RrR-ZEIVsrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/J6r-88H_suc/s72-c/Simpsons_Scream_Lo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-3034919326068949290</id><published>2007-07-12T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:49:32.098+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biorhythm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shout-out'/><title type='text'>paano ka makakagawa ng itlog na...</title><content type='html'>Pula?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maalat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e nang Gwapo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a fun, fun time with Biorhythm today. Good Luck tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, i'll Harry Potter na din pala tomorrow! Weeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RpZE4jrnd4I/AAAAAAAAABk/n9VdWmyxirI/s1600-h/600px-White_chicken_egg_square.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086328567603099522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RpZE4jrnd4I/AAAAAAAAABk/n9VdWmyxirI/s320/600px-White_chicken_egg_square.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not a lie, I saw it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itlog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-3034919326068949290?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/3034919326068949290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=3034919326068949290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/3034919326068949290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/3034919326068949290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/07/paano-ka-makakagawa-ng-itlog-na.html' title='paano ka makakagawa ng itlog na...'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RpZE4jrnd4I/AAAAAAAAABk/n9VdWmyxirI/s72-c/600px-White_chicken_egg_square.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-4081354105397587554</id><published>2007-07-11T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:28:23.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>kung pwede lang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nakita ko 'to sa blog ng kaibigan ko. Nag-isip siya ng dalawampung tao at naglista ng mga bagay na gusto niyang sabihin sa kanila pero hindi niya masabi. Eto, ginaya ko lang. Masaya pala. Pero pang-duwag rin 'to kasi. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - pinapatay mo na yata sarili mo e. kelangan ba talaga yan? minsan nga sarili mo naman isipin mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - hindi kita maintindihan. bahala ka sa buhay mo. kung san ka masaya.. e di go. pero sa huli, huwag kang hihingi ng tulong. dahil wala kang makukuha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - kahit hindi mo sabihin, halata naman. wag mo na ikaila. ako pa niloko mo. pero sana lang matigil na nga. nakakainis na rin minsan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - ba't ayaw mo pa sabihin? sige na, para matapos na. kung hindi e di hindi, kung oo e di masaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - minsan akala mo hindi ka nakakasakit. hindi porke't tinatawanan ko lang ibig sabihin ok lang sakin. gumaganti ka ba? mag-ingat ka naman sa susunod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - isa ka pa. hindi rin kita maintindihan. sinasabihan ka na nga di ka naman nakikinig. nakakatampo. tapos sa huli, ikaw ang magiinarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - alam mo, aminin mo na kasi na kelangan mo rin talaga. kahit anong facade pa ang ipakita mo na malakas ka... hindi pa rin e. tsk. kilala kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 - ayusin mo na buhay mo. marami nang nawala sayo o. nakakalungkot makita na nagkakaganyan ka. isa lang ang sagot diyan e, wag ka nang mahiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 - hindi ko alam na kaya mo pala yun. i guess, nagkamali ako sayo. sorry ha. good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 - tanungin mo na lang. baka sakaling magsalita na rin. pero alam mo, mukhang malabo e. yun pa. pero magaling ka rin. sobra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 - madaya ka rin e. akala ko pa naman na sa lahat sa kanila ikaw ang makakaintindi. pero sa bagay, ganun naman talaga. sana lang bawasan mo yung pangaasar, minsan kasi hindi nakakatuwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 - sana naman minsan magsalita ka. pwede naman e. o pakiramdam mo ba wala lang? pwede namang subukan. nasaiyo yun kung gusto mo. diba? lagi naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 - lagi mong sinasabi na naiiwan ka, e ikaw naman yung hindi nagre-reach out. anu yun, lagi kang hahabulin? tas sasabihin mo na lagi na lang ako. so, nagpapansin ka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 - kung hindi pwede, hindi talaga pwede. ikaw na rin nagsabi. pero.. malay natin. ngayon pa na medyo nag-iiba ang ihip ng hangin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 - huwag ka masyado mag-expect. mababaliw ka lang. at saka, bawasan mo yang "attitude" mo ha. Sagabal lang yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 - masama rin ugali mo. akala mo naman magpapatalo ako. pinaplastik lang kita minsan. para wala nang gulo. masama rin ugali ko e. good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 - alam mo, pwede sana e. wala namang problema dun. nagpakatradisyunal ka kasi. ayan tuloy. tapos ngayun magagalit ka. (oo, sinisisi kita.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 - iba ka rin e. nasimulan na e. bakit parang umaatras ka? asan na yung sinasabi mo? ASAN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 - e gago ka pala e. yun lang. sige hindi ka na bobo, pero gago ka naman. GAGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 - tama lang yun. kung tutuusin kulang pa nga e. sa lahat ba naman ng nangyari, iyon lang? sa susunod damihan mo pa. para makarating at ma-"rattle". hindi mo makuha sa mga ginagawa mo e. e di parusahan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-4081354105397587554?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/4081354105397587554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=4081354105397587554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/4081354105397587554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/4081354105397587554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/07/kung-pwede-lang.html' title='kung pwede lang'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-1047138175879529358</id><published>2007-07-07T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:28:35.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>a player and a downright bore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/Ro9GTwYZywI/AAAAAAAAABU/gelGkphbKjE/s1600-h/Mika-Lifeincartoonmotion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084359809543293698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/Ro9GTwYZywI/AAAAAAAAABU/gelGkphbKjE/s320/Mika-Lifeincartoonmotion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*from wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1.) Mika's songs are the best! I mean, it's fun.. and sunny... and jolly.. and really really happy. It makes you jump and dance! &lt;em&gt;Love Love Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) I'm really liking &lt;em&gt;Sam's Town&lt;/em&gt; right now. This latest album from The Killers has the right mix of rock, glam, emotion, and sex appeal. The songs are so nice to sing. They're the type you sing to the top of your lungs in videoke tapos feel na feel mo pa. Ayos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) And I'm also digging Dashboard Confessional. I heard a song of theirs years ago and I liked it. Yung &lt;em&gt;Vindicated&lt;/em&gt; sa Spiderman2 yun e. Pero ngayon, I got to listen to some of their other songs too. And future favorite band ko na sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-teka, UP PEP Squad naaaaa!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Plus, The Postal Service. Napupunta ako sa ibang realm 'pag nakikinig ako sa kanila e. Nakatunganga na lang ako. Hehe. Oo, ganun yung epekto, OA na kung OA. Try niyo kaya pakinggan yung album nilang Give Up. Tas yung track na &lt;em&gt;The District Sleeps Alone Tonight&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Nothing Better&lt;/em&gt;. Woohoo, trance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Then there's Jam 88.3. I got tired of Magic and their super talkative bordering nonsense DJs and sometimes I need a break from all the fun and hiphop that is RX. Jam's playlist is always good, kuha yung mga trip kong kanta. They feature a lot of Brit rock and catchy alternative songs. Latest fave ko ay &lt;em&gt;Torn on the Platform&lt;/em&gt; by Jack P. (di ko mapronounce surname nya e. "P" na lang) Oh-oh-oh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Pero Syempre, there wil always be Madz. Whenever I need a boost, I just play &lt;em&gt;Venikhi&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Revoici&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;La Guerre&lt;/em&gt; and I'm OK. Lately, I've been playing a lot of Pinoy folk songs sung by the Madz. Dati kasi I skip them e. Hehe. And that's the biggest mistake I've made. Dapat dati ko pa pinakinggan! &lt;em&gt;Pasigin!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) And what is it with Enrique Iglesias' new song? LSS ko yan! Three days na yata! Hahaha! Ang galing na comeback song ni Enrique. Siguro strategy niya yun. May subliminal messages yung song tas one day marerealize mo na lang na nadownload mo na pala yung &lt;em&gt;The Ping Pong Song.&lt;/em&gt; At sobrang nakakatawa siya sa video. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) Today's 07-07-07. Next century na ulit mangyayari 'to. And the NEW Seven Wonders of the World will also be unveiled today. Have a lucky day everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-1047138175879529358?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/1047138175879529358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=1047138175879529358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/1047138175879529358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/1047138175879529358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/07/player-and-downright-bore.html' title='a player and a downright bore'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/Ro9GTwYZywI/AAAAAAAAABU/gelGkphbKjE/s72-c/Mika-Lifeincartoonmotion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-1542080307641048882</id><published>2007-07-07T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:28:35.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>sisikat na sila</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/Ro9HwgYZyxI/AAAAAAAAABc/Lb_rE5up2f8/s1600-h/38083623618633l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084361402976160530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/Ro9HwgYZyxI/AAAAAAAAABc/Lb_rE5up2f8/s320/38083623618633l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*from Lucida's friendster account&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Odessa: &lt;em&gt;Pahinging MP3s ha. Future overzealous fan niyo na ako.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Levi: &lt;em&gt;O pare, kumusta na? Hehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"YELO" by Lucida&lt;br /&gt;lyrics and melody: oding&lt;br /&gt;chords: oding and levi&lt;br /&gt;arrangement: glenn and erwin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang alay ko sa'yo&lt;br /&gt;ang awit ng ligaya.&lt;br /&gt;Sabihin, sabihin mong&lt;br /&gt;walang taning ang gabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa pag sapit ng liwanag,&lt;br /&gt;ikaw ang aking yakap...yakap.&lt;br /&gt;Sabihin, sabihin mong&lt;br /&gt;Walang taning ang umaga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;em&gt;Ang Lucida ay isang banda na nabuo sa UPLB. Kabilang sa mga miyembro nito ay dalawa kong batchmates sa Maksci, Si Oding at si Levi. Si Oding ay seatmate ko nung 1st year. At naaalala ko nagyayakapan kami nun. Si Levi, di ko naging classmate. Pero magkakilala kami.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-1542080307641048882?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/1542080307641048882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=1542080307641048882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/1542080307641048882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/1542080307641048882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/07/sisikat-na-sila.html' title='sisikat na sila'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/Ro9HwgYZyxI/AAAAAAAAABc/Lb_rE5up2f8/s72-c/38083623618633l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-347149492264288815</id><published>2007-07-06T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T21:14:07.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>squishy sithli</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/Ro5LxwYZyvI/AAAAAAAAABM/hNKqA_KWeYk/s1600-h/800px-Jelly_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084084347520797426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/Ro5LxwYZyvI/AAAAAAAAABM/hNKqA_KWeYk/s320/800px-Jelly_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jellyfish has only two major developmental layers (ectoderm and endoderm), no head, a gut but no anus, and a nervous system without a brain. Their behavior is simple. Most swim slowly and are transported by currents. Transparency results partly from the fact that a jellyfish body contains less than 1 percent organic matter — the rest is water. (Encarta 2007) &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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para nga ba talaga akong dikya? Yung totoo ha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-347149492264288815?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/347149492264288815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=347149492264288815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/347149492264288815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/347149492264288815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/07/squishy-sithli.html' title='squishy sithli'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/Ro5LxwYZyvI/AAAAAAAAABM/hNKqA_KWeYk/s72-c/800px-Jelly_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-7002130606626032708</id><published>2007-06-27T06:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:34:40.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><title type='text'>dahil uso ang updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RoGacAYZytI/AAAAAAAAAA8/w7UHl16eI5E/s1600-h/dna.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RoGacAYZytI/AAAAAAAAAA8/w7UHl16eI5E/s320/dna.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080511660579998418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;*update*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-7002130606626032708?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/7002130606626032708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=7002130606626032708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/7002130606626032708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/7002130606626032708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/06/dahil-uso-ang-updates.html' title='dahil uso ang updates'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RoGacAYZytI/AAAAAAAAAA8/w7UHl16eI5E/s72-c/dna.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-6300015699893593209</id><published>2007-06-17T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:34:50.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shout-out'/><title type='text'>may powers pala si Oble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RnQK6EW-gLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ODz-11Ez38A/s1600-h/403px-ANNSILV002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076694672672194738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RnQK6EW-gLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ODz-11Ez38A/s400/403px-ANNSILV002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatamad na raw tumayo sa harap ng Peyups kaya ayun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;he got himself a hobby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-6300015699893593209?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/6300015699893593209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=6300015699893593209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/6300015699893593209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/6300015699893593209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/06/may-powers-pala-si-oble.html' title='may powers pala si Oble'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/RnQK6EW-gLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ODz-11Ez38A/s72-c/403px-ANNSILV002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-5489130671110390784</id><published>2007-05-18T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:46:09.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shout-out'/><title type='text'>Panic! Panic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;Today was my MAJOR Blooper Day. Hahaha! Unforgettable. Super Funny. Extra Embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to Rosa, Ian, Jeannete, and &lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Anne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Salamat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maraming Salamat rin kila Fairoz, Randyh, Nikko, Lala, Karen, and Blythe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And kay Ann Cocos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint: &lt;em&gt;"Lala, may gamot ka ba?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-5489130671110390784?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/5489130671110390784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=5489130671110390784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/5489130671110390784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/5489130671110390784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/05/panic-panic.html' title='Panic! Panic!'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-2512642668419332301</id><published>2007-05-08T04:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T05:08:13.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm so gonna blog about it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/Rj-UPg7dk_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ADZIhCa-R8k/s1600-h/tk.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061927500446012402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/Rj-UPg7dk_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ADZIhCa-R8k/s320/tk.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was awakened 5 minutes ago because I was having this really horrible dream. It's like i was in this video game and I was being continuously attacked by the enemy's grunts. scary. It never ends! Sa kanan may aatake ng naka-espada, tas sa kaliwa may aatake ng naka-pana. But the thing is, I manage to kill them all just before they get near me. Blood everywhere. But, it never ends nga. It's like 1000 men against me. Then this goon got so near me he almost stabbed me with his dagger. tsk. Kaya ako nagising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking so glorious pa naman. Takeshi Kaneshiro-ish. I was a samurai in full armor ridng a black horse. And i had this faint blue glow going on. hehe. (Ganun naman yung mga hero sa video games diba?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much PC games!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-2512642668419332301?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/2512642668419332301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=2512642668419332301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/2512642668419332301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/2512642668419332301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-so-gonna-blog-about-this.html' title='i&apos;m so gonna blog about it'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/Rj-UPg7dk_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ADZIhCa-R8k/s72-c/tk.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-5905180543231050244</id><published>2007-05-07T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:37:44.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shout-out'/><title type='text'>para may ma-post na sa May</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;Eto muna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061496573492302786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/Rj4MUQ7dk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/o8Jn7UJxLco/s320/sith%252003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"E ayoko na nga mag-review e! Tara Frosty na tayo!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost five years ago pa yata 'to. Natawa na nga lang ako e. Hihihi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-5905180543231050244?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/5905180543231050244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=5905180543231050244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/5905180543231050244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/5905180543231050244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/05/para-may-ma-post-na-sa-may.html' title='para may ma-post na sa May'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/Rj4MUQ7dk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/o8Jn7UJxLco/s72-c/sith%252003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-5335977858243787544</id><published>2007-04-29T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:28:49.466+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>what a wonderful world (updated)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;I've been losing sleep lately. I hope my appetite's not next. Please. Tomorrow's pasta night. Or maybe Asian Night. Vietnamese Spring Rolls! Ooooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Saturday night was just wonderful. The Madz had a concert at the CCP and I was able to watch it! On Orchestra Seats! Hehe. Section transfer. Niiiice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If a prize for the most OA was being awarded that night, I would have won. I was gasping and making other funny sounds while they were singing. E I couldn't help it e. Naku, if you heard &lt;em&gt;Ama&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;We Behold the Stars Once Again&lt;/em&gt; too, Mmmmmajor Gasp. Believe Me! There were stars! And they were twinkling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I luuurved the French Song, &lt;em&gt;Revoci Venir de Printemps&lt;/em&gt;! (can't translate e. wtf is revoici? hehe. Basta, it's something about spring.) Nakakakiliti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Karlene was her usual smiling slash effortless slash bigtime soprano self. And I finally had the guts to say "Hi!". Yeah! She smiled and nodded back at me naman. Hehe. Gooood times. Oh, Karlene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. First Name basis ba? Feeling close ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Had coffee.. uh no.. Mocha Frost at Mocha Blends, and guess what? Some of the madz were there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Good Luck with the tour, Phil Madz! And oh, pleeeease win the Grand Prix. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who goes to Prague?! Seriously. Pfffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. By the way, I was with three former Biorhythm Presidents. ('cos I'm sneaking my way to their ranks. The choir will be mine soon! Mwahahahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. April 30 is such a big bummer. I was feeling detached from school and other realities pa naman, tas biglang may pasok. Anu ba yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Two Chem exams coming up this week. Naku, I won't even start. Eto lang. Three words - Stop Staring, Freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Milk Tea still makes my tummy upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When will I have the chance to watch &lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Closer&lt;/em&gt;? Tsk. Laging wrong timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;em&gt;JuMong&lt;/em&gt; is tearing my family apart. Well, ako lang pala ang napapalayo sa kanila. They are driving me crazy! Hay naku, konting tiis na lang. Disc 4 na sila. Dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Saturday = April 28, 2007. Hehe. Dati pa tong post na 'to. Nakalimutan ko lang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-5335977858243787544?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/5335977858243787544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=5335977858243787544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/5335977858243787544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/5335977858243787544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/04/silly-silly.html' title='what a wonderful world (updated)'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-1961766742220697422</id><published>2007-04-12T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T20:51:14.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frenchy french'/><title type='text'>voulez-vous? oui! oui!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;I remember loving a book that contained a chapter about the French Language. It had pronunciation tips, verb conjugations, common French phrases, and other basic stuff for beginners. It also contained a short section about the French culture. Goodness, I was going gaga over the book! In just a week, I was throwing out French words here and there. My mom actually got a little freaked out when I suddenly told her, &lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;“Mamma, quelle heures est-il? Mon Dieu, je faim et je soif!”&lt;/em&gt; She was like, “Anak, okay ka lang?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In high school, I made every effort to be ahead of the class in our French Subject. Back in junior year, I remember volunteering to organize a class project that entailed doing a LOT of visual aids. I instructed people to do this and do that, but for some effing reason, nobody did anything. Nil. Nada. When the date of submission came, of course the class had nothing to pass. Who got blamed? &lt;em&gt;Naturellement! Moi!&lt;/em&gt; kaya ayun, I was roasted, grilled, and charbroiled all at the same time by Madame Randrup in front of the whole class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;(playing – Theme from "American Psycho")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mme. Randrup: "Qu’est ce qui t’est arrive, Sithli? Levez-vous!”&lt;/em&gt; (with flaming eyes, nostrils, ears, etc. SHE WAS ON FIIIRE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sithli: “uhm.. je ne sais pas, Madame. Pardonnez-moi.”&lt;/em&gt; (looking really really scared)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mme. Randrup: “Tu ne sais pas? Pourquoi?” &lt;/em&gt;(in utter disbelief)&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sithli: “uhm.. je ne connais pas. Je ne sais pas. Pardonnez-moi, Madame. S'il vous plait.”&lt;/em&gt; (pleading for his life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French II was way better. Madame Xyrza was responsible for a large part of my knowledge in Francais today. And the best part was, she even recognized my efforts ( efforts = sucking up) in learning the language. She would call me during recitations and even let me pronounce words if nobody else in the class could do so. Haha! Teacher’s Pet! I volunteered again to spearhead the culmination activity of our class. We did a puppet show entitled &lt;em&gt;“Petit Rouge”.&lt;/em&gt; It was so cool! It was just Little Red Riding Hood in French but to actually have your classmates speak the language at the same time and do a little voice acting, whoa.. &lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Tres divin!&lt;/em&gt; We even included French songs. OMG. FRENCH SONGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Le loup, le loup! Le loup grand! Le loup mauvais!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, I was not awarded Best in French. Bummer. Malay ko bang nakakapag-converse na talaga sila Grego at Gen in French. As in arguments, blah blah.. Kulang yata ang efforts ko. But it was ok, the important thing was I learned something. (kunwari!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was it. My French journey sort of ended when I went off to college. UPM had no French courses and my degree program doesn’t even have a language elective on its curriculum! &lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Pourquoooooi?!&lt;/em&gt; Hay, Diliman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this thing called college ends, I will surely take French courses somewhere. Then when I get a decent job, I shall immerse myself with the French culture – cuisine, couture, &lt;em&gt;eux tous&lt;/em&gt;. And when I have finally accumulated a large amount of cold, hard cash, I shall go to Paris or Marseilles or Versailles, basta kahit san dun. Tapos, I shall start a business. Probably, a school for Filipinos or Asians in France. Then I’ll get really really rich and I shall be elected the first non-French president of France! Haha! Talo ko pa si Segolene Royal! Wahahahaha! France will be mine!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wokey. Creepy na.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Ce sera tout, merci!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Au revoir et adieu!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;A tout a l'heure!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reve, Sithli. Reve.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-1961766742220697422?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/1961766742220697422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=1961766742220697422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/1961766742220697422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/1961766742220697422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/04/voulez-vous-oui-oui.html' title='voulez-vous? oui! oui!'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-1246882924093760234</id><published>2007-04-04T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:36:40.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>i have become lost to the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear Liaa/Bianca/Mavic/Em/Karlene,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate, ang galing galing mo. Idol na kita! Tas, nakakatuwa ka pa panoorin. Parang walang ka-effort effort sayo. Tas, ang cute cute mo pa. Naks! Ate, pwede ba kitang maging kaibigan? Yung tipong textmate slash phonepal slash ka-gimikan?! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasensya na ate kung maraming pangalan yung nilagay ko ha. Di ko kasi alam kung sino ka dun e. Sana Karlene na lang yung pangalan mo. Bagay po sa'yo e. Next time, kakausapin na po kita. Sige po. Kita-kits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Sithli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-1246882924093760234?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/1246882924093760234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=1246882924093760234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/1246882924093760234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/1246882924093760234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-have-become-lost-to-world.html' title='i have become lost to the world'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-8507097195241955226</id><published>2007-03-29T06:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:46:09.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shout-out'/><title type='text'>shout-out-ish</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;sithli&lt;/strong&gt;: yay! 3 exams (or 4) na lang. Then may 6-day (or 5) vacation na ako. Then, SUMMER Classes na! Yay?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-8507097195241955226?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/8507097195241955226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=8507097195241955226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/8507097195241955226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/8507097195241955226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/03/shout-out-ish.html' title='shout-out-ish'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-117230113282802321</id><published>2007-02-24T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T15:45:56.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>tawa na lang tayo</title><content type='html'>Movie Buff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto &lt;strong&gt;Pinoy Translations &lt;/strong&gt;ng mga paborito natin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Black Hawk Down - Ibong Maitim Sa Ibaba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Dead Man's Chest - Dodo Ng Patay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I Know What You Did Last Summer - Uyy... Aminin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Love, Actually - Sa Totoo Lang, Pag-Ibig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Million Dollar Baby - 50 Million Pisong Sanggol (depende sa exchange rate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The Blair Witch Project - Ang Proyekto Ng Bruhang Si Blair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Mary Poppins - Si Mariang May Putok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Snakes On A Plane - Nag-Ahasan Sa Ere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The Postman Always Rings Twice - Ang Kartero Kapag Dumutdot Laging Dalawang Beses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Sum Of All Fears - Takot Mo, Takot Ko, Takot Nating Lahat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Swordfish - Talakitok (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Pretty Woman - Ganda Ng Lola Mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Robin Hood, Men In Tights - Si Robin Hood At Ang Mga Felix Bakat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Four Weddings And A Funeral - Kahit 4 Na Beses Ka Pang Magpakasal, Mamamatay Ka Rin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The Good, The Bad And The Ugly - Ako, Ikaw, Kayong Lahat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Harry Potter And The Sorcerer's Stone - Adik Si Harry, Tumira Ng Shabu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Click - Isang Pindot Ka Lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Brokeback Mountain - May Nawasak Sa Likod Ng Bundok Ng Tralala /Bumigay Sa Bundok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. The Day Of The Dead - Ayaw Tumayo (ng mga patay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Waterworld - Basang-Basa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. There's Something About Mary - May Kwan Sa Ano Ni Maria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Employee Of The Month - Ang Sipsip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Resident Evil - Ang Biyenan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Kill Bill - Kilitiin Sa Bilbil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. The Grudge - Lintik Lang Ang Walang Ganti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Nightmare Before Christmas - Binangungot Sa Noche Buena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Never Been Kissed - Pangit Kasi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Gone In 60 Seconds - 1 Round, Tulog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. The Fast And The Furious - Ang Bitin, Galit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Too Fast, Too Furious - Kapag Sobrang Bitin, Sobrang Galit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Dude, Where's My Car - Dong, Anong Level Ulit Tayo Nag-Park?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Beauty And The Beast - Ang Asawa Ko At Ang Nanay Nya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. The Lord Of The Rings - Ang Alahero&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-117230113282802321?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/117230113282802321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=117230113282802321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/117230113282802321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/117230113282802321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/02/tawa-na-lang-tayo.html' title='tawa na lang tayo'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-117153617294187131</id><published>2007-02-15T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T18:55:38.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't let the love bug bite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;I caught the video of &lt;em&gt;The Scientist &lt;/em&gt;on MTV two days ago and I couldn't help but feel this pang of sadness. Ewan ko. Basta apektadong apektado ako e. I wasn't thinking of anyone in particular but I just felt sad. Sa bagay, ganun naman yung mood nung kanta e. And, Valentine's week ngayon kaya siguro sensitive ako sa mga issues tulad ng love and breaking up. hehe. Nakagat ako ng Love Bug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Valentine's Day. Of course almost every song on the radio was about passionate love, promises of love, forever and ever, amen. Ack. It made me feel much worse. Some of the songs were really poignant. Espescially the OPM ones. Kung may nakakita lang sakin sa jeep kahapon, iisipin siguro nun na ang tindi ng problema ko. Biyernes santo ang mukha ko e. At medyo may sakit pa ko, kaya uubo-ubo ako. Mukha akong kawawa talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natatawa nga ako sa sarili ko kasi everytime na matatapos yung kantang pinapakinggan ko, I let out this faint &lt;em&gt;"awwww"&lt;/em&gt; sabay simangot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nobody does it better(?) than the Madz. Huwaaaw naman. Yung &lt;em&gt;When I Fall In love, Sana'y Wala nang wakas, Dahil Sa'yo, at Minsan Lang Kitang Iibigin&lt;/em&gt;. Iba yung tama! Parang gusto ko nang maiyak. Ahehehe. Ang galing nila talaga, damang-dama mo ang loooove sa kanta nila. Kaya lang, naipamumukha sakin na &lt;em&gt;"Single ka! Single ka! Di applicable sa'yo yung kanta!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero, hindi naman totally malungkot yung Valentine's Day ko kahapon. Marami naman akong ginawa dahil kabi-kabila yung mga nagpaharana. Tapos, I got to watch "An Inconvenient Truth" which is a really good documentary. Mako-convert ka sa pagiging environmentalist. Plus, I was able to go home early (if that's a good thing). At least, nakapagpahinga din ako at nakapagpagaling pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay, ang hirap lang siguro talagang maging teenager at single at the same time kapag Valentine's. Nagtatanong siyempre yung mga tao kung may date ka ba or kung may lakad ka or kung bakit wala kang kasama or kung bakit ang aga mong umuwi. Aba, may araw pa daw nasa bahay na 'ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;Kung tutuusin, since naging teen ako, ok naman ang mga Valentine's ko. (Cams pagaya ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2001&lt;/em&gt; - we threw a valentine's party in our classroom. Everyone had red paper hearts pinned on their chests. There were lots of food (mainly chips and cake) and lots of dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2002&lt;/em&gt; - another class party. This time, everyone was wearing red. Plus, there was drama. High School Drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2003&lt;/em&gt; - I was acting, singing, and dancing onstage. It was the premiere of "The Prosecution of Mang Serapio" and I played the villain. Up to now, I still can't believe I did that part - &lt;em&gt;"Blind him! Bliiiind him!". &lt;/em&gt;At oo nga pala, someone stole my running shoes that night. Malas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2004 &lt;/em&gt;- Hmmm. Wow, hindi ko na maalala. Nasa AFPOVAI ba ko nito? Andun nga yata ako. Behind that red gate. The moon was full, the air was cool, and my speech was cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2005&lt;/em&gt; - All I can recall was I wore black that day. Everything else is a blur. But I wasn't mourning or anything. Basta, I was wearing black and I was kind of happy. But, I can't remember why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2006&lt;/em&gt; - Now this is the hardest one. Asan nga ako last year nung Valentine's? Wow, last year lang 'to ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;Oo nga, nagpa-apekto lang siguro ako sa mga kanta ngayong Valentine's. There's nothing wrong with being single. If you want some loving', go to your friends or family. They shall provide you with a kind of love that can comfort your troubled heart. For me, a plate of homemade spaghetti and chicken did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you can let out all your emotions by singing rock or rap songs. As in todo sigaaaaaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I tried so ha-ard and got so faaaaar. But in the end, it doesn't even maaaaatttteeeerrrrrr!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph. Pagkatapos naman siguro ng Valentine's week, i'll return to my old self. Cold, cynical, and uncaring. Hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-117153617294187131?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/117153617294187131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=117153617294187131' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/117153617294187131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/117153617294187131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/02/dont-let-love-bug-bite.html' title='don&apos;t let the love bug bite'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-116956675177424386</id><published>2007-01-23T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T23:46:32.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sulat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang Acceptance Letter na galing Hogwarts ang natanggap ko kanina. Pero grabe ha, my folks didn't comply to our agreement. Sabi ko huwag akong unahang tingnan e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: &lt;em&gt;"Hindi ko naman binuksan yung sulat mo e. Sinilip ko lang. Madali lang naman kasi makita yung score e. Ayan o."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay oo nga pala, Thank you Mr. Mailman for delivering my mail safely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might seem a bit gushy here but it's just so nice to see something good after all the stuff that happened earlier. Those weird stuff. Though I was sporting this slightly confused slash clueless slash disappointed look all day, the moment I opened my letter made me smile reaaally wide. Parang ganito o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5048/774/1600/444524/smiley+1+(800x600).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5048/774/400/319587/smiley%2B1%2B%28800x600%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;Plus matching beautiful eyes at kagat sa labi pa 'yan ha. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero matapos ang lahat, napaisip naman ako -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ano kaya gagawin ko? Sayang naman 'to."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wowoweewow. Ang gulo. Not cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-116956675177424386?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/116956675177424386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=116956675177424386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/116956675177424386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/116956675177424386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/01/sulat.html' title='sulat'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-116878167469481445</id><published>2007-01-14T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T21:39:22.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>habang nanood sa Star Sports</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5048/774/1600/282143/soccer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5048/774/320/30796/soccer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most agonizing thing on a peaceful Sunday night is to watch your national team get murdered on the football field by friggin' horribly named Thais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datsakorn Thonglao, Saraiyoot Chaikamdee, Narit Taweekul, Natthaphong Samana - go to HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WTF?! 3-nil?-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's reeeeally frustrating. Why did Philip have to go? What happened to teamwork? What happened to Super Substitute Chippy? Hoy Casas, puyat ka ba? Ano ba?! Kamusta naman kayo mga kapwa ko Pinoy, sinong pinapasahan nyo ng bola? Yung damo? Sobra naman yan. Talo na nga tayo ng Malaysia e. Talunin naman natin 'tong mga Thai. Aaargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WAAAAH! Sayang! Ba't hindi pumasok?!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay naku. Whatever happens, I'd still be rooting for the Philippines. Even if you get massacred by the Burmese on your next game, ok lang. Dito na nga lang lumalabas ang pagkapatriotic ko e. Hehe. Kapag nanonood lang ako ng laro nyo ako napapasigaw ng "Woohoo! Mabuhay ang Pilipinas!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please naman, kahit isang panalo lang sa ASEAN FC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chris Greatwich, ano ba! Hindi na naman pumasok?!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, our football team will rise up the ranks of the European and American teams. I never know when that someday is gonna be but I have this gut feeling that I'll be able to watch the Azkals enter the World Cup. Imagine, France v. Philippines o di kaya Brazil v. Philippines. Wow! Exciting. Mangyayari din yan. I still have err.. 50 years to wait for that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hay. 3-0 pa din. Tsk. Asar.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-116878167469481445?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/116878167469481445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=116878167469481445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/116878167469481445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/116878167469481445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2007/01/habang-nanood-sa-star-sports.html' title='habang nanood sa Star Sports'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-116708182935108830</id><published>2006-12-26T04:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T21:39:44.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>makes sense</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;It's hard to be always on the middle of something. It sucks to understand one thing without really knowing if it's true. We keep on believing things that we have very little knowledge of just because we feel that believing in them is the right thing to do. Sometimes we pursue not our own dreams but dreams shoved upon us by other people. Then, when we realize that it's not what we truly want, we get confused. Dilemmas. Mix-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We float. But then, we sink. To the abyss. Down, down, down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone recently told me that we have to be 100% sure before we actually do anything. Because if we aren't, everything will end up in disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I hate to be NOT SURE. It's been like this for soooo long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get hints pretty well, I believe. But maybe sometimes, it's just the combined effect of sleeplessness, MSG, cholesterol, and sugar interfering with my higher brain functions. Minsan naman, I get the hints, alright, but I don't do anything eventhough it's pretty obvious that I get the meaning of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't felt like this for a long time. Maybe this is a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there still hope? Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 2006 is my "Feeler" year. I hope 2007 becomes "Truth Revealed" Year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-116708182935108830?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/116708182935108830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=116708182935108830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/116708182935108830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/116708182935108830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2006/12/makes-sense.html' title='makes sense'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-116707995662340132</id><published>2006-12-26T04:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T21:40:06.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;A Very Merry Christmas to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with a public blog is one can't really express what he/she truly wants to say unless he/she had the courage to do so. Few are brave enough to write controversial things on their blogs espescially if their online journals are embellished with every inch of their personalities. Most people resort to using codenames, word pictures, and sometimes these really vague messages that you'll regret to have read at all. We may not know this but the simple "The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog" might already mean "My gorgeous professor slept with me the other night", or worse, "I am a member of the Al-Qaeda. Death to the Americans!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not exempted from the examples I've just given. Yes, I'm also guilty of using codenames and resorting to extreme vagueness while writing things I don't want other people to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I'm really trying to say here is, if you want something to be kept hidden, do not write and publish! If you do, maybe you don't actually want it to be kept hidden, 'di ba? Is it some sort of trying to get everyone's or a &lt;em&gt;particular&lt;/em&gt; someone's attention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. Bahala ka. Kaw lang nakakaintindi nyan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-116707995662340132?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/116707995662340132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=116707995662340132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/116707995662340132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/116707995662340132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-happy.html' title='happy happy'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-116646682086701433</id><published>2006-12-19T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T21:43:17.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>once upon a time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;I  always feel reluctant to write because I think I'm really bad at it. I don't even know how I managed to keep this blog. Lately, I haven't figured out what to put in here. I mean, I open my Blogger account, I click "Create a New Post", but I just end up staring at the blank white space where I'm supposed to type my experiences, my thoughts about recent issues, and some enigmatic messages I don't want anyone to figure out. Just like NOW. There are actually five-minute spaces between these sentences. I type one sentence then I stop and think of what I should type next. In short, it would take me hours to complete one long blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like reading more than writing. Whenever I'm into it, I don't want to be disturbed while I'm reading something. It's like I create my own world when I'm busy finishing a book. Even when I'm surfing the net, I take time to read. You wouldn't believe how many pages from Wikipedia I've already read. Oooooh. Info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Geek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-116646682086701433?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/116646682086701433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=116646682086701433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/116646682086701433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/116646682086701433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2006/12/once-upon-time.html' title='once upon a time'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-116507271836924547</id><published>2006-12-02T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T23:20:09.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wowoweewow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Asian Games&lt;/strong&gt; na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ang ganda ng Opening Ceremonies kahapon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5048/774/1600/183382/boypillarGALL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5048/774/400/700493/boypillarGALL.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5048/774/1600/937915/astrolobeGALL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5048/774/400/246235/astrolobeGALL.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5048/774/1600/436251/starcauldron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5048/774/400/729686/starcauldron.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5048/774/1600/752673/fireworksred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5048/774/400/858219/fireworksred.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May dagdag pa ako diyan! Pero mas marami pa talaga &lt;a href="http://doha-2006.com"&gt;dito&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Philippine Team!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-116507271836924547?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/116507271836924547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=116507271836924547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/116507271836924547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/116507271836924547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2006/12/wowoweewow.html' title='Wowoweewow!'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-116499278008750359</id><published>2006-12-02T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T01:13:10.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nakikita na sa mga bituin!</title><content type='html'>I'm climbing the bandwagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is: My Christmas Wishlist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Music - The Killers, MCR, Switchfoot, Justin Timberlake, contemporary pieces (eg. Noypi by Bamboo), new and more exciting arrangements of common songs, and a new keyboard/organ/mini-piano - whatever you call it (for the org).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. DVD's. No matter which as long as they're formatted as &lt;strong&gt;Region 1&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. any Plant Physiology book. Swear. I need it... BADLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. a new Digital Camera. any brand. basta 3.2 Megapixels pataas ang resolution. At hindi kulay pink ang nakukuhang litrato. Darn that old Digicam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Eight hundred bags of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. Huwag yung Minis. HUWAG YUNG MINIS HA. YUNG MALALAKI, as in MABIBILAUKAN NA AKO DAPAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. a fruitful Carolling. Fruitful = Php 10,000+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. a faster and more affordable car repair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. VERY minimal school work during the vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ten or more Gold Medals for the Philippine Team at the Asian Games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Chelsea FC allowing Philip Younghusband (gulay, he's gooood) to play for the Philippine Football Team during the ASEAN FC this coming January&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The Philippine Football team qualifying for the AFC (sana!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. sobrang masayang Christmas Parties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Advanced Screening Tickets for HP5. (yeah, I want them THIS early)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. no more typhoons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. a very, merry Christmas season for my family and to everyone as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. and, INNER PEACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-116499278008750359?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/116499278008750359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=116499278008750359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/116499278008750359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/116499278008750359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2006/12/nakikita-na-sa-mga-bituin.html' title='nakikita na sa mga bituin!'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-116368404516034101</id><published>2006-11-16T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:43:36.078+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><title type='text'>SWEEEET!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;Headline says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5048/774/400/hp5teaserposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;*HARRY POTTER and all related characters and elements are trademarks of and © Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc.&lt;br /&gt;**Harry Potter Publishing Rights © J.K.R. 2006 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-116368404516034101?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/116368404516034101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=116368404516034101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/116368404516034101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/116368404516034101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2006/11/sweeeet.html' title='SWEEEET!'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-116359311019396849</id><published>2006-11-15T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:31:50.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup here we come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="http://pinoysoccer.com/content/view/807/1/"&gt;Click.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://services.inq7.net/print/print.php?article_id=31165"&gt;Click.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philippines_national_football_team"&gt;Click.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.philfootball.info/"&gt;Click!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Go &lt;em&gt;Azkals&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-116359311019396849?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/116359311019396849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=116359311019396849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/116359311019396849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/116359311019396849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2006/11/world-cup-here-we-come.html' title='World Cup here we come!'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-116318912494368866</id><published>2006-11-11T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:37:10.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shout-out'/><title type='text'>one four! [clap clap] four two!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;It's really hard for me to concentrate on one thing. Whenever I start doing something, I only do it properly for a short time. I get distracted by a number of factors and I succumb to these distractions very easily. Then, I start doing other things. But at some point, I realize that I should first finish what I was originally doing before jumping into other things. But then, distractions come again and I give in again. Oh, it just never ends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;In the end, I don't really finish anything. They're all half-done. Average. Insignificant. Something I'm not gonna be proud of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-116318912494368866?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/116318912494368866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=116318912494368866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/116318912494368866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/116318912494368866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-four-clap-clap-four-two.html' title='one four! [clap clap] four two!'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-116300967935006850</id><published>2006-11-09T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:36:19.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><title type='text'>i heart science</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;There's a good reason why I cut my Review Classes last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here it is: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5048/774/1600/Prestige_poster.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5048/774/400/Prestige_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I was watching closely!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;My gulay, the movie was goooood. It has the makings of an Oscar/BAFTA Best Picture (ngek. OA naman yata.). The story was great, the actors were perfect for their parts, the sets were dazzling, the soundtrack was cool (lalo na nung credits, Radiohead pala yun), and, boy oh boy, David Bowie had a mustache on! Plus, the ending, goodness, the ending! I absolutely didn't see that one coming. Fantasy met reality when friendship became rivalry. Hwaaaw! &lt;em&gt;Biruin mo, Hugh Jackman was ano pala.. and Christian Bale was ano...&lt;/em&gt; Ooops, spoiler. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't catch the beginning of the movie so we decided to watch it all over again. But this time, I was too excited that I discussed the movie with my friends (which probably irked the people in front of us, tsk tsk, bad moviegoer!). Eh pano ba naman, everything was falling into place. Ang saya kaya kapag nage-gets mo na yung nangyayari, and then you go "Ah! Kaya pala!". But, there was also another good point of discussion in the movie - Scarlet's ummm.. endowment. Hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5048/774/1600/David_Bowie_as_Nikola_Tesla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5048/774/320/David_Bowie_as_Nikola_Tesla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oooh, and David Bowie (as Nikola Tesla) had a mustache on! And ooooh, I've mentioned that already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5048/774/1600/N_Tesla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5048/774/320/N_Tesla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hay, if Nikola Tesla were still with us today and he's still very eager to work in his lab, his experiments should really be funded by all the rich people in the scientific world. They never know what might come out from his experiments. Whew! I love Science.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-116300967935006850?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/116300967935006850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=116300967935006850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/116300967935006850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/116300967935006850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-heart-science.html' title='i heart science'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-116257821967143860</id><published>2006-11-04T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T03:14:03.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ay, PUno!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;It was only when I entered college that I learned how to curse. Not the light and fluffy kind of cursing but the type na &lt;em&gt;kasing lutong ng chicharon.&lt;/em&gt; I'm really disappointed that I developed and tolerated this kind of attitude. Hay, it's getting worse and I think Seanad is already imitating the words I say - which is a very bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My siblings and I were never allowed to curse. The worst things we've said to each other were probably, "Ang panget mo!" or "I hate you!", which sounds a bit funny when used in a really nasty fight. Imagine shouting "Ang Panget mo!" while you're about to throw a chair to someone or plunge someone's face on a table. &lt;em&gt;Ang Panget!&lt;/em&gt; I admire my parents for instilling within us this value of respect and for being perfect examples. We never heard a swearword being uttered by either of my parents. Except of course for instances when... oh, it's a long story. But, the point is, we maintained "Ang panget mo!" as our default curse even though we were exposed to more brutal swearwords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as I grew older, I deviated from this rule. First, I learned the different types of swearwords in Filipino. There were the mild ones, (tanga, bobo, sira ulo, mamatay ka na), then the quite harsh ones (gago, tarantado, leche, ul*l), then the mother of all swearwords - the P word (or the P.I. phrase). I was having a blast saying them under my breath. I felt some sort of freedom whenever I used one of them. Then, I learned about the English ones too. Sh*t. F*ck. B*tch. B-sh*t. A-hole. and all their dervatives. &lt;em&gt;My gulay, andami!&lt;/em&gt; Then I tried to examine what they really meant, like, saying sh*t shouldn't be that big of a deal because it only means "tae" in Tagalog. It's the same with p*ta which, when translated to English, only means prostitute. So I thought, "How come I can't say p*ta when the news reporters use "prostitute", the very meaning of p*ta, very often?" Then, when I finally justified to myself that saying these words were not that bad after all, aba, naging parte na ng buhay ko ang pagmumura. Mapa-expression man, pagbati, et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be a "cusser" but I never really mean most of them. I swear (oops, swear daw o), I've never said the P.I.-phrase to anyone and meant it (hala, i-justify daw ba. hehe) because it includes the person's mother. I have high respect to my mother and to anyone's mother so it's a really harsh thing to say. Plus, the m*****f***** word, my gulay, it's just harsh. Really harsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amazing thing is, our house has some kind of anti-cuss charm in it. It's like I automatically unlearn all the bad words and revert to the watered-down "Ang panget mo!" or the more recent "Epal ka!" whenever I'm at home. But, it doesn't work all the time for me. Just like earlier when the rain poured, I shouted, "Ay, p*ngal! Umuulan!". E nandun pala si Seanad. Hahaha. If only you saw the look on his face at that instant, you might think he just saw a ghost passing by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: &lt;em&gt;"Hala ka Kuya! Bad word yan! Isusumbong kita kay Mommy!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, Siegfrid also hears me swearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;"Ay, p***** ***! May ipis!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: (Hahampasin ako) &lt;em&gt;"Hoy! Ano kamo?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure my parents have also heard me swearing but they just played deaf or something. Maybe it was their way of "making me feel guilty" for my actions. Now, I'm trying to largely reduce the amount of curses I say. I transform most of it to funny-sounding curseword replacements. Here are some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the P-word/P.I. phrase:&lt;br /&gt;- PUno, PUsa, PUmpumpum, PUra Kalaw-Ledesma (man, she gets murdered!), PUsang gala, PUUff the magic dragon, PUcca (kawawa naman 'to), PUma, PUto, Pota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sh*t&lt;br /&gt;- SHiva, SHindig, SHiddy (slim shiddy?), SHimbora (richie SHimbora?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For F*ck&lt;br /&gt;- FUfufu, FUdong (a chinese name?), FUdge, PACK, Park, Park La-la (a korean exchange student)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I say anything that comes in to my mind. And most of the time, they DON'T make sense.&lt;br /&gt;- "Ang Michael Jackson mo naman e!"&lt;br /&gt;- "Si Buddha ka ba?"&lt;br /&gt;- "Campell's Mushroom Soup ka pala e!"&lt;br /&gt;- "egfqegfQOBFnvsRqgq! (a mix of unintelligible syllables)&lt;br /&gt;- "Cueshe!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other times, I resort to the American kid-speak. &lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Para tunog Class A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Holy Cow!, Holy Mackerel!, Holy Guacamole!, Holy Marie Combs!, at lahat na -- Holy + random word&lt;br /&gt;- For the love of God!, For the love of Buddha, and lahat na -- For the love of + name of person, thing, religious icon&lt;br /&gt;- Gimme a break!&lt;br /&gt;- schm-ing, example -- NMAT Schmem-Mat, PICS Schmics, Sir Go Schmir Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So ayun nga. I'm now working on this curse word-free life. Not that I judge people who curse blatantly, it's just that one could still live his life without cursing. &lt;em&gt;Wala namang mawawala e&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Mapapalayo ka pa sa away diba?!&lt;/em&gt; Plus, instead of these bad words, why not compliment people instead? &lt;em&gt;Diba mas maganda yun?&lt;/em&gt; On the other hand, some might argue that using curse word replacements is still, in its very sense, cursing because you still express your annoyance or wrath with these "mild" words. &lt;em&gt;Sa bagay, may point nga naman diba? Pero sa ganitong paraan, BAKA hindi sayo mainis yung sinasabihan mo. Baka matawa pa siya, o pati ikaw matawa na din. Then, magtatawanan na lang kayo, tapos, bati na kayo. O diba? Ang ganda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. Ayoko nang mag-rason pa. Basta ako, susubukan ko ng di magmura at titignan ko na lang ang kabutihan sa ibang tao.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"HP Deskjet 3745! Ang daming lamok!"&lt;/em&gt;&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/10172263-116257821967143860?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/116257821967143860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=116257821967143860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/116257821967143860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/116257821967143860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2006/11/ay-puno.html' title='Ay, PUno!'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-116257753811653631</id><published>2006-11-04T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T02:28:05.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>para kay Ama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;For a moment there, I thought we were going to lose you. You know, I can be really paranoid sometimes so the moment I got Mommy's call, I kind of knew what she was going to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naku naman&lt;/em&gt; Daddy, this is your third for the year. And, I hope that this will be your last - forever. If you only knew what panic it brings us everytime you call in and tell us that you're in a hospital, you might laugh at us. It's telenovela-ish actually. &lt;em&gt;Kulang na lang ng suspense music.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I want to tell you that you shouldn't think of THOSE things at the moment. Rest. Relax. Rejuvenate. Let your whole body heal. Reflect. Remember that it's your health which is the mort important thing to us, not THAT one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, do not think of what other people might say. It wasn't your fault. Not at all. &lt;em&gt;Kaya nga aksidente di ba?&lt;/em&gt; Enough of the If only's and What if's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, always remember that we, your family, care for you soo much. We might strike you as uncaring but deep in our hearts, we think of your well-being. We already miss you. Ano ba, You are our father. We love you. And that won't change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I still need to tell you this, but think about this as another chance from Him. You were the one who told us everything that happened. You were the one who said, "Milagro na lang na may mabuhay pa dun." So, I believe you wouldn't forget this incident. It was indeed a miracle, Dad. I thank the Lord every moment I can because of this. He saved you and He also saved us. He made things change for the better. Didn't you notice that we were closer than ever? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Haay. Magpagaling ka lang diyan Daddy. Okay kami dito. At saka wag kang mag-alala, lagi naman kaming dadalaw e. Memorized na namin yung daan patungo diyan. Para ngang extension na lang ng bahay natin e. Paglabas mo diyan, itutuloy na natin yung Tiendesitas at Mall of Asia trips natin ha. Pupwede ring sa Baguio. Hehehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*'&lt;/em&gt;nga pala, pasalamat ka din Daddy sa mga nagdasal para sa'yo. Madami sila. Para ka tuloy artista.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-116257753811653631?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/116257753811653631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=116257753811653631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/116257753811653631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/116257753811653631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2006/11/para-kay-ama.html' title='para kay Ama'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-116232263153734631</id><published>2006-11-01T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T03:36:15.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>araw ng mga patay</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;OBITUARY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;"width="410"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid black;" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/obituary-Sithli-1-11-0.jpg" alt="QuizGalaxy!" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FFFFF0;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=114"&gt;'What will your obituary say?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FFFFF0;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-116232263153734631?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/116232263153734631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=116232263153734631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/116232263153734631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/116232263153734631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2006/11/araw-ng-mga-patay.html' title='araw ng mga patay'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-115903579742314439</id><published>2006-09-24T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:43:19.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shout-out'/><title type='text'>crummy snippet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;I am so pessimistic. But I think it's some sort of defense mechanism. Whenever I do things, I always think that they'll turn out bad. This way, I'll spare myself from the stinging depression I might get whenever certain stuff don't turn out as what I wanted them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah. So, that's why I have low self-esteem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-115903579742314439?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/115903579742314439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=115903579742314439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/115903579742314439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/115903579742314439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2006/09/crummy-snippet.html' title='crummy snippet'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-115747640687413738</id><published>2006-09-06T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:43:53.009+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>deadly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;sin (n.) - an act, &lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thought&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, or way of behaving that goes against the law or teachings of a religion, especially when the person who commits it is aware of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I freakin' hate the worms right now! ALL OF THEM! Platyhelminthes, Nematodes, and Annelids! If I could squish everyone of them with my bare hands, I really would! EXTINCTION to all the members of these phyla! Pati yung mga allied phyla nila, EXTINCTION din! I've had it with those cnidarians, tapos dumagdag pa kayo, you icky, slimy, creepy, crawling, parasitic (mostly) animals! I wish all of you had never existed para hindi na kayo pinag-aaralan sa Invertebrate Zoology! Die Platyhelminthes! Die Nematodes! Die Annelids! EXTINCTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay, I shall spare the free-living forms. Let me rephrase that last bit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE &lt;em&gt;PARASITIC &lt;/em&gt;PLATYHELMINTHES, NEMATODES, and ANNELIDS! EXTINCTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I'm so broke right now, I couldn't even pay for a jeepney ride. Grabe, sana marami akong pera! Plus, I wish I knew how to drive! Para si Zoom-zoom, akin na, wahaha! Then I wish I had cool new shoes, and a brand new mobile phone, and a sportswatch. Tapos i'll go on vacation, at Ibiza, or Rome! Then i'll spend all my money to buy souvenirs! haha! So that people will know where I've been to. And then they'll ask, "Sa'n ka nanggaling?" To which I shall curtly answer, "oh, PLACES." Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money for me! For me only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Why in the world am I not stellar?! As in US level?! Why, oh why?! Buti pa sila ano, ang tataas ng grades. As in 1 point zero something! Akin na lang utak niyo! Nitong mga nakaraang taon, parang meron na akong nararamdamang degradation. As in humihina na yata ang utak ko. Haha. Hay nako, buti pa sila magaling sa maraming bagay. Math, Science, English, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana ako rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I want to try new dishes. If I could have free food for a week, I want to try the Indian dishes first. Then I'll switch to Vietnamese or Thai. When I've had enough of these Asian delicacies, i'll try the Mediterranean ones. Olives and stuff! At ihuhuli ko ang American and Pinoy dishes! Yum yum! Cholesterol! Akin lang ang lahat! Pork, beef, chicken, veggies, fruits, pasta, sweets, ET CETERA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;Mine! All Mine! My Precious FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--*tooot* *bleeeeeeep* *tooooooot* *bleeeeeeep* *TOOOOOT* *BLEEEEP* *TOOT* *BLEEP* *TOOT* *BLEEP* *BLEEEEEEEP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whokey, that sucked. wait, "sucked"? ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Sana weekend na. I just want to lay in bed all day! Then, sana mag-hire na ng kasamabahay ang ina. Para naman may mapagpapatimpla na ako ng juice, at mapabibili ng pagkain sa labas. Grabe, sana may doppelganger ako o kaya twin. Para siya na lang ang mag-aaral, gagawa ng reports, mag-eexam, etc. Then ako, andun lang sa kwarto, nakikinig ng music, kumakain. Hay, that is the life I want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;No stress, no sweat, no nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I can't think of anything for this sin. I guess I don't have pride. Nyahaha. Ay. (sobs) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-115747640687413738?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/115747640687413738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=115747640687413738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/115747640687413738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/115747640687413738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2006/09/deadly.html' title='deadly'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-115747579068234689</id><published>2006-09-06T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:44:37.699+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>all-out August</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;Aww, shucks. I can't believe I missed writing a single entry for my busiest month so far. Maraming nangyari nung nakaraang August. As in MARAMI. The eighth month was filled with a million emotions - joy, sadness, disgust, anger, fear, oohs, aaahs, and ooh la las. Puno rin ng pagod, pawis, dugo, sipon, at maruming pool water. Hay naku! All-out na all-out sa activities ang August ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all-out Parties&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A lot of people I know celebrated their birthdays last August. Blythe, Ian, Siegfrid.. to name a few. So, that meant FREE FOOD! There was in fact a day when I only spent money for transportation. My lunch, merienda, and dinner were all taken care of by the birthday celebrants! (celebrators daw ang right term) Imagine that! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The barkada went to Wendy's-Makati Avenue to celebrate the fifth year of our friendship. We had loads of fun! It has been a long time since we last went there (3 years, I think), so we decided to rekindle our ties at the place where it all started. Sadly, the place has changed very much, as much as the price of the items on the Wendy's Super Value Menu. My gulay, ang mahal na nilang lahat! Nevertheless, we enjoyed every bit of our stay there, catching up with everyone's busier lives and et cetera. To the next ten years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all-out acads&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The exams just kept on coming and coming and coming last August. I aced a few of them, passed most of them, and FAILED terribly on one of them. (guess what subject that is) Struggle! Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By the way, my subjects are getting really difficult. I can't even catch up with the pace of some of them. Even the Swimming lessons get more and more challenging. Simula na ng Diving lesons! Waaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all-out singing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Overkill! Biorhythm has never been this used this sem. Kanta dito, kanta roon. Kanta para sa Chancellor,para sa opening ceremonies, para sa intermission numbers, debuts, forums, pati class reports kinagat na din. Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Last August, I've had the opportunity to use one of those fancy Magic Microphone gizmos. And man, I loved it! Hindi nauubos yung kanta! Wahaha! We started with those pop songs, then we did some Disney Classics, and some real classics, until we got to the voice-breaking, heartfelt, birit songs. Woohoo! I think we would have made Renz Verano and Roselle Nava soooo proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all-out extra-curriculars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dahil sa demands ng iba't ibang tao, maraming inaral na kanta ang Biorhythm last month. Kaya full of practices ang buong August. Props to those who were always present! At sa mga ligaw na kaluluwa na hindi umaatend, ho hum ba dum ba dum, umattend na kayo, or a great deal of spanking will be given to all of you. (yes, we spank each other at Biorhythm. hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-And oh, Biogyugan din pala last August! Todo praktis din dito. Grabe yun, halos umagahin na kami sa pag-uwi. Kahit weekends pinatos pa. Ubos pera pa dahil sa mga pakain-kain sa labas. MABUTI na lang at tapos na. Kaya, Congrats sa juniors! After two rounds of disastrous performances, we finally nailed it this year! Congrats!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all-out virus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;-At dahil sa sobrang daming mga nangyaring iyan, nagkasakit ako. I was bedridden for three days. It started with a little colds, then the bad cough followed, and then there came the flu. I lived on soup and tablets for three days. Man, naman! Drugstore na nga yata ang tiyan ko dahil sa dami ng gamot na nainom ko e. Hay, vitamins lang ang katapat nito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my August, full of twists, turns, and tunes, how was &lt;em&gt;yours&lt;/em&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/10172263-115747579068234689?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/115747579068234689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=115747579068234689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/115747579068234689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/115747579068234689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2006/09/all-out-august.html' title='all-out August'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-115436028268739947</id><published>2006-07-31T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:38:50.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><title type='text'>to our favorite wizard</title><content type='html'>*raises glass of butterbeer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy bloody fantastic birthday, Harry Potter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-115436028268739947?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/115436028268739947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=115436028268739947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/115436028268739947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/115436028268739947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2006/07/to-our-favorite-wizard.html' title='to our favorite wizard'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-115410672194235893</id><published>2006-07-29T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T00:03:54.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sniff sniff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Here comes the Sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object] align=" align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5048/774/320/800px-The_sun1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*So yes, we have the sun again today. The sky has cleared up and all but my nose is still stuffed up. Golly, I hate it whenever I have colds. (Who doesn't?) The worst thing about having colds is the part when you feel you're about to sneeze but the "sneeze" doesn't really come out. You know, the part when you go "aaa-, aaa-" but then it stops and you dont reach the "-tchoooo" part and you're just left hanging there with you're head and nose aching at the same time. Argh! I hate it! Also, you can't taste anything! Earlier, I was eating breaded porkchop for lunch. It was supposed to be savory but it felt as if it just went through my tongue and slid down my throat instanly. Even the mango juice tasted as if it was just plain water. Hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I've had a five-day break because of that string of rainy days. But, I didn't do much for school though. I just sat at home and ate high-fat junk food, watched TV till morning, and attended a couple of parties. Now, what could possibly be better than that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sniff sniff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I skipped my Swimming class last Thursday. I just thought that if I swam that day, I might've fainted in the middle of the pool. I didn't have enough sleep the previous night so I was feeling groggy plus I had some cough going on that day. *cough cough* Blythe told me that they were already swimming in the deep pool (16-feet). They did 10 laps each for the three different strokes and they treaded for 20 minutes. My gulay. Sana kayanin ko yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;Biogyugan&lt;/em&gt; month na! Batch rivalry na naman 'to. Kanina nga, when I came in early for my Math 100 class, I spotted the sophomores talking in this very tight circle on the middle of the room. Their topic was probably about their &lt;em&gt;Biogyugan&lt;/em&gt; performance. Then, when they realized that I was already in the room, they all stopped and looked at each other with these uy-may-ibang-year-level-na-nasa-room-baka-kopyahin-niya-yung-ideas-natin looks. Hahaha! If they only saw their faces that moment, gosh, they looked really funny. Lumabas nga ako to laugh a bit. Oh well, ganun talaga ngayon, kahit naman siguro sa ibang mga batch, pag may nakita lang sila na taga-ibang year level na umaaligid sa meeting or practice nila, malamang "espiya" na agad yun sa para kanila. Hahaha! Good Luck na lang sa lahat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I shall sing in our performance this year pala. Sana lang makakanta ako ng maayos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sniff sniff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I caught Chico and Delamar's segment on RX the other day, and my gulay, I tuned in at the right moment. They were just discussing Lance Bass's "coming out". Man, was I shocked! At first, I thought that they were only talking about some rumors of him coming out, but it turns out that it has already been confirmed. He even has a boyfriend already. Whoa diba? At first there was Darren Hayes, then Mark Feehily, then Dave Moffat, and now we have Lance Bass. Sinong former boyband member naman ang susunod? Si Kevin Richardson? (haha) Anyway, Chico and Delamar were saying that they have always thought that Lance was gay because of his manicured eyebrows. Sa bagay, mukha ngang alagang-alaga yung mga kilay niya. Then I remembered that one of my friends also told me that he looked gay bacuse he has this resemblance with Mel C. of the &lt;em&gt;Spice Girls&lt;/em&gt;. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*For some strange reason, I've discovered a lot of Lance Bass-ish stories in the past week. I heard that the current World's No. 1 female tennis player, Amelie Mauresmo, is a lesbian. Then, Channing Tatum, that guy from Amanda Bynes' movie, &lt;em&gt;She's the Man&lt;/em&gt;, is openly bisexual. In contrast, the members of &lt;em&gt;t.A.T.u.,&lt;/em&gt; a Russian female pop group, are really not lesbians. Weird weird weird. So I searched the net for more of these stories. Then I found this page from Wikipedia which contains a list of lesbian, gay, or bisexual celebrities. Haha. Check it out &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_gay,_lesbian_or_bisexual_people"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sniff sniff &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/10172263-115410672194235893?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/115410672194235893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=115410672194235893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/115410672194235893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/115410672194235893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2006/07/sniff-sniff.html' title='sniff sniff'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-115392978384400267</id><published>2006-07-26T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T23:45:20.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>parang bata</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;Dear Mrs. Fourth Year High School Music Teacher,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was singing AfterImage's &lt;em&gt;Next in Line &lt;/em&gt;with so much passion a while ago when you suddenly popped into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember the awkward faces of my classmates when you called me up the stage during one of our Graduation rehearsals. That was the time when you asked, no, you commanded me to lead the rehearsal of our graduation song since your dear apprentice, the songbird Charmian, was not present at the moment. Naturally, I said no as I was hiding myself at the back of one of my friends. But your voice just grew louder as you repeatedly called my name and demanded me to go up the stage at once. There was nothing left for me to do but to give in. I was trembling when I went up the stage. I did not understand why of all people, you chose me to lead the graduation song when a lot of your music trainees were just standing there waiting for their names to be called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Patunayan mong karapat-dapat kang bigyan ng &lt;em&gt;PGMA Award for Culture and the Arts&lt;/em&gt;, kumanta ka ngayon.", you said loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I stood there, in front of the mic stand, with all of my batchmates looking at me with those eyes that perhaps were saying, "It so sucks to be him right now." And then you turned the music on. But, I did not sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kumanta ka, kung hindi tutusukin kita ng karayom.", you joked. Beads of sweat started to form on my forehead. I was close to panicking. My gulay, if I could be part of the mic stand at that moment I would have transformed myself immediately to save me from further embarassment. But you continued your threats, and you repeated your claim that I should know how to sing since I was the Culture and Arts awardee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to sing to get myself out of the stage right away. I was sweating profusely as you examined me like I stole something very important to you. I tried my best to sing properly, but my voice was so shaky. Everytime I did not sing a high note, you exclaimed, "Kumanta ka." Though you were speaking in your normal voice, you were still using a microphone so everyone could hear from the tone of your voice how disgusted you were with my performance. None of my batchmates were looking at me the whole length of &lt;em&gt;Next in Line&lt;/em&gt;. I guess they were ashamed for me too. That maybe was the worst number they heard in their whole lives. Then, for what seemed like hours of singing, I finished the song and left the stage slowly, pretending nothing horrible had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shattered into teeny little pieces. You knew that I couldn't sing well. And you also knew that I didn't ask for that award, or for any award, so why lash out your cry of injustice to me? You probably thought that there were more deserving students to receive that award and you have probably asked a thousand times why in the world did the school confer it to one clumsy, out-of-tune, and clearly not so artsy individual like me. Honestly, Ma'am, Hindi ko rin po alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, before that incident, you were one of my most favorite teachers. I liked it that you were the most active of the MAPEH teachers and I also liked the fact that you were planning to form the school a choir. I actually aimed to be one of your trainees. Then, you wowed us when you demonstrated the different singing voices in one of your classes. We even saw more good in you when you helped us rehearse our plays and gave us tips on singing properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably got angry when I started missing your classes. But you know that it wasn't wholly my fault. I was legitimately excused. Well maybe, I did have some shortcomings when I wasn't able to fulfill your requirements. You might not believe me but I sincerely apologize for all of that. But Ma'am, you could've easily given me a failing grade and I could've done something to make up for it. To tell you the truth, Music was one of my favorite subjects in High School. But, you distanced yourself way too much that I became afraid to talk to you. I tried attending your classes but all I heard were insults to those students who were always absent. You even started giving me the cold eye everytime we met. Then you've possibly had enough when you discovered that the school gave me the "award". And then, you embarassed me in front of the whole school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really sad that I parted ways with you with so much resentment in my heart. I hated you like I've never hated any teacher before. But my high regard for you as a singer and as a musical expert have never faded up to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma'am, right now, I'm part of a choir in our college. Though I can't tell that I've become a better singer to your standards, at least I can say that I have greatly improved. Someday, our worlds will meet again, and then you shall hear me sing. But this time, I won't be sweating, trembling, or wishing I was part of the mic stand. This time, I would be more confident. This time, I shall sing the high notes. And maybe, this time, the audience will enjoy my performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your former student,&lt;br /&gt;Sithli &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-115392978384400267?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/115392978384400267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=115392978384400267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/115392978384400267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/115392978384400267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2006/07/parang-bata.html' title='parang bata'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-115374396041878764</id><published>2006-07-24T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:44:37.699+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>art and water don't mix</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;Walang pasok ngayon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept through most of the day. In fact, I didn't even give an ounce of care for the President's SONA. I made up for all the sleeping time I lost because of last week's activities. The previous week was like one hell of a roller coaster ride. Yes, it was like that. Exciting and nerve-wracking at the same time. Pero nakakapagod, sobra. Kung roller coaster ride nga siya, it's as if I fell from the carriage while it was upside down from the rails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio students are required to take two Swimming classes. The Basic course, to be taken on the Second Semester of the Freshman year, covers the basic swimming strokes plus a bit of exercises and floating techniques. The Advanced course, on the other hand, emphasizes on lifesaving techniques. I've already went through a lot of agony and pain just to finish the Basic course. But, it seems that I would have to torture myself more to pass the Advanced course this Sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bad swimmer. It's true that I can traverse the length of the 50-m pool at the Rizal Complex but, it's only possible if I went on using the "pseudo-strokes". They're not really the proper strokes taught by our Instructors. They're the moves you do when you're really desperate to swim the whole length of the pool because you're required to do so. Although some of it seems right, an observer from the top may describe it as "REALLY horrible swimming". To date, I've crossed the pool almost 20 times, and I've drunk at least 3 gallons of water. Hay, pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gulay. Nakakapagod. After one session, sobrang sasakit mga muscles mo. There were days when I can't raise my arms properly nor walk properly. No kidding! It is that painful. Well, it would have been less painful if I were swimming properly, not like a drowning dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was even a time when I developed LBM because of the amount of pool water I've unintentionally swallowed. Disgusting di ba? The terrible thing is that the Advanced Swimming course is far from over. We still have to learn the life-saving techniques plus some basic diving. Naman naman. Iitim na naman ako ng sobra. This also means I'll have to endure more days of my body being mildly catatonic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, there's Humanities II. The class where I transform from being chatty and insightful to cold and indifferent. I think it's the ambience that affects my behavior. Plus, the teacher. And maybe a lot of my classmates. Plus, the room. Ngek. Lahat na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, medyo marami ring pinapagawa sa subject na 'to. A book review, art critiques, an art folio, museum trips, paintings, among others. Gah! Ewan ko ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyable naman yung museum trips e. Siyempre art "appreciator" naman ako. Pero just like swimming, nakakapagod din. Dahil siguro sa masakit na rin yung katawan ko dahil sa kakalangoy. Anyway, I've only been to two museums, the Lopez Museum, and the Museum of the Filipino People. There were lots of art and artifacts. Some of them awe-inspiring, while some of them just makes you go, "Wtf is this all about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen hundreds of pots, more pots, and THOUSANDS of pots. Didn't the ancient people have hobbies besides pottery?! Don't get me wrong, a lot of them were beautifully made but, if you've already looked at THOUSANDS of them, you'll get bored eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pots here, there, and every-freaking-where!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also had the opprtunity to see the paintings of the Filipino Masters, Luna, Amorsolo, Kiukok, Joya, Hidalgo, and others. My gulay. Sana marunong na lang din ako mag-paint. The only downside of museum tours is getting tired. E pano ba naman, maglalakad-lakad ka, then you'll stand in front of an artwork, then you scrutinize it, then you have to do all of that again for.. every painting, sculpture, or piece of boring pottery in the museum. Kumusta naman yun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ganun na nga. I've only mentioned just a couple of my subjects, pero mukhang hirap na hirap na ako. But wait, there's more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invertebrates, Electricity, Magnetism, Data Tables, and Music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-115374396041878764?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/115374396041878764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=115374396041878764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/115374396041878764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/115374396041878764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2006/07/art-and-water-dont-mix.html' title='art and water don&apos;t mix'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-115263813318314679</id><published>2006-07-12T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T01:15:33.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;* A few years back, the longest title of a song I know contained 10 words. It was N'Sync's &lt;em&gt;God Must Have Spent A Little More Time On You&lt;/em&gt;. It actually tied with another 10-word titled song, but I forgot what song it is. Then this record was broken when I discovered the Arctic Monkeys song, &lt;em&gt;You Probably Couldn't See For The Lights, But You Were Staring Straight At Me&lt;/em&gt;, which is obviously a lot longer than N'Sync's song. But, the record has been broken again just a few minutes ago when I found out about this song by Panic! At The Disco entitled:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;There's A Good Reason Why These Tables Are Numbered Honey,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;You Just Haven't Thought Of It Yet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;17 words. Amazing. (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Although the two teams I rooted for in the World Cup didn't reach the finals, I'm still happy with the results. I really thought Germany had the edge there because they were playing on home soil but Italy, being the strong team that they are, kicked the Germans out of the Final Game. On the other hand, it didn't really matter to me whether the French team or the Portuguese team would make it to the Finals. They're both good and I kind of like both teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Finals however was a bit disappointing. Well, at least for me. My gulay, the headbutt, it was NASTY. Zidane got out of control. Nobody exactly knew what happened on the field (and probably nobody will ever know that), so the millions of fans were left with no clue as to why he did that. Sayang talaga. Both teams had a lot of good players and many good shots on the goal were made. Hindi nga lang maka-iskor kasi sobrang lakas ng defense ng parehong teams. Pero, the game ended with a penalty shoot-out. Something I'm not really a fan of. Imagine, five shots on goal lang a team, tapos yun na yung magdedecide nung match? Parang ang bilis naman nun. Anyway, it was still a well-deserved win for Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I enjoyed this World Cup experience. With all those nights I stayed up late to catch updates on the net, plus the hours I tuned into Sports Plus for the actual games, it was definitely worth it. Eventhough I'm stuck here at home, at least, some part of me became one with the millions of football fanatics around the world. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;(Sisimulan ko nang mag-ipon ng pera para makapunta ng South Africa sa 2010.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We met with the new Biorhythm members last Monday. Ang galeng. Andami nang galing sa iba-ibang course. There was even someone who joined from Biochem. This only proves that our RTR orientations worked. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them actually sounded good already. Yung iba naman, konting tulak na lang siguro, kaya na din. Excited na nga ako sa pagkanta with the new members e. And, mga batchmates ko na din yung section heads. Cool. Todo na ang pagiging kuya at ate namin. Kami na ang Big Bro's sa Biorhythm. Hehe. It's a totally new batch of choristers, and I really hope that we'll sound good in our upcoming performances. Para naman hindi kami mapahiya "sa baba" and to the Biorhythm Alumni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, I really hope this year will be AMAZING for Biorhythm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-115263813318314679?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/115263813318314679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=115263813318314679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/115263813318314679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/115263813318314679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2006/07/amazing.html' title='amazing'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-115159999141761988</id><published>2006-06-29T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T03:21:50.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nightmare on alligator street</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;Since I started school, I have been coming home to the same place. We never had any plans of moving into a subdivision or to those Housing Areas intended for military servicemen and their families. I, myself, might not even have plans of moving as well, if my after-college plans wouldn't work. I can say that I live in a quite peaceful neighborhood. There were really minimal fights between neighbors, there weren't any of those TV-ish things like cheating spouses, drug addicts, gangs, etc. Well, that was what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The area where we live at was actually a part of Fort Bonifacio before Pres. Ramos decided to sell a large part of it to the big companies. The street where our house stands now was actually named Alligator Street even back then. As far as I remember, the place was still covered with tall grass and a bunch of fruit trees, just like in the provinces. A few years later, houses began sprouting here and there destroying the natural beauty of the place. But, the new neighbors were alright. They were soft-spoken, fun-loving small families who all came from the provinces. You can picture it as a semi-urban village with cute, small families interacting with each other. It stayed that way for a while. And those times were the best of times for Alligator Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Grade 2 when the C-5 road was being built. Because of it's construction, a lot of people who lived on the site were displaced and were forced to relocate. Even those families who weren't affected by the construction decided to leave and settle for subdivisions away from that main road. It was like an exodus of hundreds of people we know, some of them really close friends of ours. But these people didn't leave their houses empty. They transformed it into elaborate apartments and affordable boarding houses. And so, only a few of the original residents of Alligator Street remained - Tita Ellen with her sari-sari store, a teacher named Julie, Ate Edes and her kids, the Galindo's, the Villamor's who owned a car rental store, this family with 8 naughty children, and &lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;kami&lt;/em&gt;, the Mendoza's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that "Exodus", I never went out that much again. I was shocked with the multitude of new faces in our neighborhood. The advent of those affordable boarding houses and apartments meant that students and yuppies will be all over the place. The bigger houses, however, were rented by really big families with children of almost all ages. Siegfrid didn't go out much either. My parents, on the other hand, were as hesitant as their kids in meeting these newcomers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As each day passed, things got worse. Naughty little kids were now roaming the streets playing games God-knows-what. A parlor was soon opened and became the seat of infinite gossip everyday. Family feuds arose. Gangs were established. &lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Tambays&lt;/em&gt; were everywhere. Pollution was up (noise polution was the greatest). And crimes joined the neighborhood scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four hours ago, just about 20-30 steps away from our house, a grandma and her grandson were shot. Aling Tentay (a charming old woman who sells balut, vegetables, and newspaper) didn't let the hold-uppers, who have just looted a jeepney full of passengers, get in her house. Because of desperation, these devils shot the poor woman on her thigh and fired another random shot that hit the little boy's hand. Only one of the six hold-uppers were caught by the police. And as of this moment, no one in the neighborhood knows how the two victims are doing. Let's just all pray for their safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police later discovered that the six men who robbed a number of passengers and brutally shot Aling Tentay and her grandson lived on the street after ours. They were renting this apartment and made use of it as their headquarters. Who knows what other stuff they might have done there? Also, they were linked with the recent robberies which happened on our street. This is actually the third straight time that a crime at our street was committed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe diba? I can still remember playing patintero with Siegfrid on the street at half-past midnight, when we were waiting for Daddy to come home from the States. There was also this time when my friends and I used to sit in front of our house and talk about our future plans. Well, I guess I could never do any of these again. The times have greatly changed. This once peaceful patch of Urban land has became a menace to all of its residents. I wish there wouldn't come a day wherein a new "exodus" will begin because of the terrible things that are happening in Alligator Street, and our family will be one of those who'll choose to leave and settle for a place away from this nightmare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-115159999141761988?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/115159999141761988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=115159999141761988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/115159999141761988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/115159999141761988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2006/06/nightmare-on-alligator-street.html' title='nightmare on alligator street'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-115037568943455831</id><published>2006-06-15T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:44:37.699+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>"heto yung sobra."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;Those were the only words I spoke during the whole period for Humanities II. That was when I was giving back the excess handouts distributed by the professor. It was very odd, really. When the class ended, I think my breath began to stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anyone from the class. A lot of them were from Intarmed and a few others were from Beh Sci. God, I hope I can survive this "alone-ness".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Happy birthday to my good friends, &lt;em&gt;julie and edwin&lt;/em&gt;. It's cool that the two of you decided to have a dress-up party. Whatcha think should I wear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-115037568943455831?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/115037568943455831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=115037568943455831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/115037568943455831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/115037568943455831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2006/06/heto-yung-sobra.html' title='&quot;heto yung sobra.&quot;'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-115014243198424689</id><published>2006-06-13T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T04:16:16.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>with the moon peeping through my window</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5048/774/200/moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;There is a unicorn in front of me. It's wearing a wreath of summer flowers around its neck with a pretty pink ribbon tied on the wreath. It has this calm and cool expression whick looks like the expression it might have after eating juicy blades of grass. The unicorn is standing at the foot of what seems to be a hill covered with brightly colored flowers (wild roses, violets, and daffodils).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that was way too pansy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, I was referring to a framed cross-stich "handiwork" hanging on the wall.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be starting a new sem in about a few hours from now. My first subject is supposed to be Invertebrate Zoology-Lab with yet an unknown instructor. Nyaaay. Invertebrates. Sabi nga nung girl sa debut ni Ann, "The invertebrates, like, compose 95% of the animal kingdom, so you need a great deal of patience and good memory in studying them." Naks naman. Like, they're so dami ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me take a star. A celestial body, that is. It shines peacefully at the night sky every night, right? Clouds may cover that star's light but you know it's still there. Eventhough, you can't see that teensy dot of light, the star didn't disappear. And I believe it won't. It'll stay there for at least 5 billion freaking years and will continue showering you with its sparkling, shimmering, oh-my-gosh-it's-so-romantic glow. Well, unless that star got unlucky and exploded to become a supernova. Malas mo na yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how I remember some things easily. Whenever I hear, see, touch, or taste something interesting, I automatically associate that thing to a certain word, phrase or another sort of thing. Like ketchup for example. Not too long ago, I saw this funny clip about two teens trying to do... "something interesting". Then ketchup came up somewhere in there. Grabe, I was laughing my heart out at that moment. Kaya ngayon every time I see a ketchup bottle or hear someone mentioning ketchup, it brings back that really funny thing those teens in the clip were trying to do. I also remember someone whenever I hear or read pick-up lines. You see, I'm very fond of pick-up lines. Not that I use them as an introduction, but because they sound really funny to me espescially if they are unbelievably cheesy. Then I heard this person use a very classic pick-up line. Haha. Nakakatawa siya. Kaya naman everytime I hear pick-up lines, I always remember that person. uuuuuyy. Sino yun? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakanaks. This has been quite something. With me typing anything that pops into my head, gosh, it's so... spontaneous. Hmph. I also remember something with "spontaneous". And it's not making me smile. Tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck with the coming sem everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-115014243198424689?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/115014243198424689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=115014243198424689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/115014243198424689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/115014243198424689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2006/06/with-moon-peeping-through-my-window.html' title='with the moon peeping through my window'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-115004734585841600</id><published>2006-06-12T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T04:17:23.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIFA foe fum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5048/774/1600/FWCLogo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5048/774/200/FWCLogo.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I smell the blood of Englishmen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some unknown reason, I've been totally hooked into the FIFA World Cup for several days now. It's like I've been transformed into a die-hard football fanatic overnight. I tune into CNN or BBC to watch the latest updates of the games and I also catch the telecasts on those sports channels. Actually, just talking about football and the world cup and the teams makes me really excited. Adrenaline woohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;England is the team I am rooting for. Not because I've watched them play many times and I've been impressed by their antics , but because of the obvious reason that they are the only team I'm familiar with. Ngek diba?! Haha. With the oh-so popular Beckham as their team captain and with other equally famous players like Rooney and Lampard, who wouldn't root for this team? (It's a shame I'm not supporting the Asian teams like Japan or South Korea. Hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, a lot of people say that the English team is so overrated. They say that the team may have the most number of famous players (and probably the good-looking ones too), but the sad truth is only a few play great. Actually, they only won once in the World Cup and that was way back in 1966. But despite all this, they still are in the ten most outstanding football teams in the world. So, okay lang diba? Kulang lang siguro sa teamwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now enough of the English, let me talk about Pinoys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why aren't we in the World cup? My gulay, if we were in it I'd probably be a real football fanatic. With all the banners and cheers plus the cool t-shirts, ang saya maging fan diba?! Pero ang matindi dun, siguro magiging united ang bansa natin kapag kasali tayo sa World Cup. Astig pa naman tayong mga Pinoy pagdating sa sports. Take Manny Pacquiao for example. Didn't almost every Filipino pray for him in his last bout with umm.. what's-his-name? O diba, e kung ganun lang din ang passion natin para sa football, tayo na ang ipoproclaim na Best Fans sa FIFA World Cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay. It's a bit disappointing actually. The Philippine Football team is the oldest one in Asia but it is one of the weakest in the world. As in sa bottom ng lists. We don't even get qualified in the regional finals. Tsk tsk. Football isn't the favorite sport kasi sa Pinas e. A lot of us are hooked on basketball, boxing, and maybe even billiards. Yeah, we've produced a number of fine talents in these fields like Pacquiao, Espinosa, Reyes, and those towering basketball giants but I believe that if we put importance into other sports like football or baseball, we'd be the world's no.1 team. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike in basketball, you don't have to be tall to play efficiently in baseball. You just have to be able to run fast and catch balls good plus have the right amount of team spirit, and you're good to go. ( I know baseball is more than that but you get my point, right?) Then again in football, running, kicking, and catching would pull you through. Eh diba magagaling tayo sa mga ito? I swear, if Pinoys played these sports we'd be the world champions. Go Pilipinas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-115004734585841600?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/115004734585841600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=115004734585841600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/115004734585841600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/115004734585841600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2006/06/fifa-foe-fum.html' title='FIFA foe fum'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-114614450598188251</id><published>2006-04-27T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:45:19.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>hot hot heat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sandy beaches. fruit shakes. palm trees. sea shells. ripples. bubbles. waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the things that DO NOT make up my summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extemporaneous speeches. fern spores. papaya trees. root cells. readings. babbles. whines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer terms are absolutely terrible at UP Manila. Nakamamatay na nga ang init, nakamamatay pa ang requirements. Parang imposibleng ma-fulfill lahat. hay nako naman. Plus, yung schedule ko pa nakakamatay din. Biruin mo, 7:30am-5:30pm. Buti na nga lang at may lunch break e, kundi gagapang na ako pauwi araw-araw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To date, I've already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*read five chapters for Comm3&lt;br /&gt;*typed two lengthy lab reports&lt;br /&gt;*squashed gumamela pollen&lt;br /&gt;*"manicured" a number of leaves at the Oble garden&lt;br /&gt;*looked at what seemed like hundreds of images of roots, stems, leaves, pollen and testis cross sections&lt;br /&gt;*memorized fern development for Dev Bio Lec&lt;br /&gt;*taken two exams&lt;br /&gt;and unfortunately, missed two quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*accidentally scorched my arm with concentrated sulfuric acid&lt;br /&gt;*inhaled a lot ethanol, acetic acid and many other chemicals I find hard to pronounce&lt;br /&gt;*counted the times my Dev Bio-Lec teacher said the words "eventually" and "that's what I'm driving at"&lt;br /&gt;*broke a couple of slides and cover slips&lt;br /&gt;*spent a huge sum for food&lt;br /&gt;*ate dinner with the fabulous Biorhythm Seniors&lt;br /&gt;and of course, celebrated my birthday with my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O diba? Things are happening too fast that they look as if strangers passing you by on the street. Two weeks ago I had this perfectly smooth right arm, the next time I looked, it already had this faint mark of a chemical burn. Last week I was only seventeen, today, I'm already of legal age. tsk tsk tsk. Konti na lang at matitikman ko na ang sarap(o pait) ng totoong buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's just another three weeks and this blistering Summer term will end. I'll have a few days worth of vacation then my junior year would begin. Ano naman kaya ang mararanasan ko dun? I wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-114614450598188251?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/114614450598188251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=114614450598188251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/114614450598188251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/114614450598188251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2006/04/hot-hot-heat.html' title='hot hot heat'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-114443817836019153</id><published>2006-04-08T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T00:26:50.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloggable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5048/774/1600/Rye_catcher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5048/774/200/Rye_catcher.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;I was feeling really weird today. Weirdly depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the immense boredom that was inflicting me, I decided to read books (novels) again. So I bought this book, &lt;em&gt;The Catcher in the Rye&lt;/em&gt;, by J.D. Salinger from NBS a couple of days ago. You see, I could've bought other books which seemed lighter and younger like the Narnia books but I was totally intrigued by this one. I've read somewhere that it was the perfect coming-of-age/teen angst book. And I've also seen somewhere that it has been around for ages already. Bakit ngayon ko lang ito binasa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've just finished reading it about ten minutes ago and for some unknown reason, I became horribly depressed. I don't actually know what made me feel that way, but gosh, I was depressed like hell. Or maybe, I was disturbed. I'm not really sure. Maybe it was because of the ending or maybe it was because the whole story itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi talaga ako mapakali. It's really late, it's actually early in the morning, but I have to find myself some answers. I hurriedly turned on the computer and connected to the net. I was kind of shaking actually. I needed to know if Caulfield was really where I thought he was. I wouldn't be able to sleep if I didn't find it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ayun nga. He was really inside a mental institution talking to a psychoanalyst. Naman naman. Ang depressing. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly thought that I wouldn't relate at all with the novel's main character. Given the times he was going through and the culture he has been brought up with, we couldn't be anymore different. But, it's in the complex things that I sort of relate myself with, the serious and grown-up issues. Blah. It's hard to explain. Basta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kind of share some thoughts about school and the whole education thing. Pero some lang. At saka natawa din ako kung paano niya dinescribe yung mga nararamdaman niya kasi parang ganun din ako mag-describe. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, I'm crazy about the book right now. I'm even thinking about naming one of my kids, Holden, if I'll ever have any.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="styleDocument: [object]" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-The Catcher in the Rye (J.D. Salinger)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-114443817836019153?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/114443817836019153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=114443817836019153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/114443817836019153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/114443817836019153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2006/04/bloggable.html' title='bloggable'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-114331111959541003</id><published>2006-03-26T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T22:32:24.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>killing time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been downloading YM with voice for almost an hour already. And it's really ticking me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YM seems to be having problems tonight because it was very difficult for me to sign in. Yung dating isang click ko lang sa icon ng YM with voice, pinaghintay ako ng mga 5 minutes, tapos magfa-fail din yung pag-sign-in. So I decided to remove the program and just reinstall it later. At yun nga yung ginawa ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun. Na-install ko na ulit. But then, I found out that the version on the CD I have wasn't the latest one. So I chose to upgrade it to YM with voice on the net. The dialogue box said that it would take about 4 minutes to download the upgrade for DSL and 48 minutes for Dial-up. Naman naman. Ang tagal. Pero I gave in na rin, kasi i-do-download ko rin naman talaga yun e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to do other stuff while the upgrades were being downloaded but the computer's performance became so freaking slow. Ang tagal mag-load ng webpages. Sobra. Hay, ang hirap talaga kapag dial-up. Kaya ayun, I just stopped surfing and left the computer downloading the upgrades. Nakita ko na 25% naman na yung nakukuha e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without having anything else to do, I decided to make myself a cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been very fond of drinking tea lately. Though I've never been really a fan of tea or coffee, I've been craving for cups of it since last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tea (or coffee) couldn't really be seen on our kitchen. Ever since we were young, our parents only allowed us to drink milk. One glass in the morning after we wake up, and another before going to sleep. We grew up being told that coffee would make us "nerbiyoso" and "magugulatin" and that it tasted horribly bitter. Because of that, we never dared to drink some. Tea, on the other hand, just wasn't really an option. As far as I can remember, the first tea I ever tasted was of the "Pito-pito" variety. Mga pinaghalong dahun-dahon na nakakagamot daw. Na-wirdohan ako nun. Iba kasi yung kulay e. It was like nothing I've ever seen before. And it tasted awful. So awful. Na-trauma kumbaga ako sa pag-inom ng tsaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero siyempre di ako pumayag na gatas lang. Sa sobrang di namin pag-inom ng kape at tsaa, na-intriga ako sa mga lasa e kaya uminom na rin ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK ang coffee. Masarap siya. Nowadays, I drink coffee whenever there's a big exam the following day or when I just want to stay up really late. Pero, I'm not really sure if it helps to keep me awake. Di ko pa nga natitikman yung mga kapeng mala-ginto ang halaga e. Yung may mga whipped cream blah blah, mga galing ibang bansa, at strawberry surprise etc pang nakahalo. Siguro masarap din yun. Makapunta nga sa Starburak's one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went on drinking tea (hindi na yung Pito-pito). Sa mga "iced tea" lang ng mga fast food yung naiinom ko talaga. Yung iba matamis, yung iba mas matamis, at sa iba, sobrang tamis na gumuguhit na sa lalamunan. Walang bago. Konti pa lang kasi yung nakainan ko na talagang matitikman mo yung pait nung tea e. At saka di ko pa naman din sinusubukan sa tea house. Yung Nai cha sa Chowking, ayun nasarapan ako dun. Di ko lang sigurado kung authentic tea leaves/buds ba talaga yun o baka, pre-mixed tea powder din. Pero masarap siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ngayon, gusto ko na talaga ng tsaa. Wala pa akong time maghanap/bumili ng tea leaves/buds e, kaya hanggang tea bags na lang muna ako. Sabi kasi nila, mas masarap daw kung yung dahon talaga yung ihahalo mo sa mainit na tubig. And I have yet to try the many different kinds of tea like chamomile, rosehip, jasmine, white, black, yellow, pink, neon green, periwinkle, magenta, electric blue at iba pang mga kulay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. At long last, the upgrade is now complete. I can now take a sip off my cup of black tea with milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pota. Ang init pala. Napaso dila ko.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-114331111959541003?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/114331111959541003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=114331111959541003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/114331111959541003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/114331111959541003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2006/03/killing-time.html' title='killing time'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-114304229570873455</id><published>2006-03-22T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:38:37.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>visual torture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;Nanood ako with my friends ng &lt;em&gt;Hostel&lt;/em&gt; last saturday. It was a film by Eli Roth (&lt;em&gt;Cabin Fever&lt;/em&gt;) and was co-written by Quentin Tarantino (&lt;em&gt;Pulp Fiction, Kill Bill 1,2&lt;/em&gt;). Dapat talaga hindi yun yung papanoorin namin kasi poster at tagline pa lang, alam mo nang gory at violent yung movie. We were considering V for Vendetta na R-13, She's the man na GP, at yung nga, Hostel na R-18. But for some unknown reason, napapayag kami ni Edwin na manood ng Hostel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie started quite well. Backpackers. European cities. Bars. Clubs. Prostitutes. Breasts. *toot*. and a lot more *toot*. Ok na sana kung ganun na lang kaya lang hindi naman siya porn movie eh. Then when the characters started going missing, ayun na, simula na ng &lt;em&gt;visual torture&lt;/em&gt; para sakin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobra talaga. So far, it's the most violent and most gruesome movie I've ever laid eyes upon. Blood and guts everywhere. I've been wanting to scream (hehe) the whole time but not even a shriek came out. Na-convert lahat sa weak whines and whimpers. Ayos pa yung ibang scenes even if the actors were being slashed alive, pero nung may jack saw, and blowtorch na na involved, my gulay, nakakapanghina. Pero there were these three scenes that really scared the hell out of me. Really scared the heck out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) when the asian girl's second toe was being cut/pulled of by a really enormous pair of pliers&lt;br /&gt;2) when the white guy's Achilles tendons were both cut by a scalpel and he suddenly stood up but fell down instantly face down on the ground&lt;br /&gt;3) when the protruding burnt eyeball of the asian girl was cut by a pair of scissors and a thick yellow fluid oozed out of her eye socket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyaaaaay. Just plain yucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read a few reviews of Hostel and some of it actually said that the movie teaches important life lessons. Life lessons?! Well, whatever they are, they were very hard to realize with all the images of people being cut, pierced, sliced, or blowtorched alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana nga si Amanda Bynes na lang pinanood namin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-114304229570873455?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/114304229570873455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=114304229570873455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/114304229570873455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/114304229570873455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2006/03/visual-torture.html' title='visual torture'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-114243507607169175</id><published>2006-03-15T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T23:23:00.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bittersweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's slowly sinking into me. Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not have screamed, cried, or tried to kill myself but it bothers me so damn much. Torture. Every night, before I go to sleep, I'm being haunted by things that might happen in the future. Pero paggising ko naman, unti-unti ko na ring natatanggap. Kung talaga kasing hindi ko pa siya tatanggapin, wala rin namang mangyayari. It's better to just move on and carefully plan the next steps and, if not repair, at least minimize the damage. It'll be really difficult to get out of this mess, but it won't get any easier unless I start doing something. Sabi nga ng Hard-Fi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Baby, baby, I think it's time to move on noooow!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enough of that drama-rama. Mag-dessert muna tayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sarap talaga nung nakain kong French pastries sa debut party ni Ann nung Sabado. Ang sarap talaga. Parang droga. Nakaka-high. Lalo na yung kulay pula na may cherry tapos may whipped cream. Naman naman. Tapos meron pa, yung parang coffee flavored na may glaze sa ibabaw. Ang sarap, man. Sobra.Parang natutunaw sa dila mo. Tapos yung dark chocolate na cake, shet talaga. Meron pa siyang melted chocolate filling tapos may sprinkles pa na milk chocolate naman. Haaaay. Tamang-tama lang ang tamis at pait. Meron din dung Strawberry Mousse. Di ko siya trip nung una pero nung pinagsawsawan ko siya ng fresh cut fruits tulad ng melon at pakwan, naging mas masarap na siya. Okay yung combination nila. Na-ma-mask nung fresh flavor nung fruits yung sweetness nung mousse. Hay. Ibang lebel talaga yung mga dessert na yun. Dinala ako sa langit. Woohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-114243507607169175?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/114243507607169175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=114243507607169175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/114243507607169175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/114243507607169175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2006/03/bittersweet.html' title='bittersweet'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-114235562264324979</id><published>2006-03-15T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T22:29:35.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bang, boom, crash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;*blaaag*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally hit rock bottom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking that I might be at my "lowest low" at this time. I never thought that I would reach a point like this in my life. There's nobody else to blame but myself. I saw the signs and I've been warned so many times, but still, I didn't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;and so I fell. But, was it painful for me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasanay na lang ba ako sa mga nakaraang pangyayari o baka naman wala na lang talaga akong pakialam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph. Nasaktan naman ako. Magpapapansin ba ako sa mga kaibigan ko kung wala akong naramdaman? Magiging OA ba ako kung hindi ko naisip ang mga pwedeng kalabasan ng nangyari? At siyempre, magsusulat ba naman ako tungkol dito kung hindi ako nasaktan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pota. Nagsisisi tuloy ako ngayon. (malamang. kasi huli na ang lahat.) Andami ko na namang "if only's" at "what if's". Haaaaay. Nakakaasar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I done this sem? I wasted almost every opportunity to right what was going wrong with my studies. I took almost every subject for granted. Naman naman. Notorious na ako sa mga prof ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At uulitin ko nga,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's nobody's fault but mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana offered siya sa Summer. Kahit sa LB, papatulan ko na.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;Sana lang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-114235562264324979?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/114235562264324979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=114235562264324979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/114235562264324979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/114235562264324979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2006/03/bang-boom-crash.html' title='bang, boom, crash'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-114098196290160079</id><published>2006-02-27T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T00:55:15.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from the mouth of an 8-yr old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;When your youngest brother talks about something serious, never, i repeat, NEVER take what he tells you for granted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited like mad for the weekend to come. No more reports, no more quizzes, no more stress, no more chem 40.1 (Gawd, i hate this subject!). Buti nga suspended yung classes nung Friday e. Hay, that was simply God-sent. I had three full days of no-work-and-all-play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday evening, Seanad got a phone call from one of his classmates. I was just two feet away from him so I can clearly hear what he was saying. He was making these "Oh my gosh" and "Talaga?" noises which I thought was perfectly normal for an overreacting 8-year old although I can see that he looks a bit worried and shocked. Still, I just thought that they were just talking about some petty grade school stuff. After he finished talking, I asked him what those were all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he told me the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, if you were in my place at that time, you wouldn't believe him either. My brother has a knack of making-up stories which can really make anyone laugh, worry, or even cry. Plus, it came from another 8-year old who may have the same naughty ability as well. But I didn't know, &lt;em&gt;I swear I had no idea&lt;/em&gt;, that this time he was telling the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pero ang tanga ko pa din e. Why would kids joke about a very dreadful thing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked on &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; if the news was true but I received no reply. So I just brushed it off my sleeve, and went on doing... nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up really late the following day but the tragic "made-up" news was still on my mind. I was so worried so I gave &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; a call to check how &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, that was it. The kids weren't joking after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang bilis ng mga pangyayari. It was unbelievable. I never thought that a thing like that could happen to &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;. Hindi ko pa nga masyadong tanggap e. Hanggang hindi ko pa &lt;em&gt;siya&lt;/em&gt; nakikita at nakakusap, hindi ako maniniwala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dumating na nga ang oras na nagkita kami. Hindi ko maipaliwanag kung ano yung nararamdaman ko nun. Mahirap magsalita. Sadyang napakasakit ng mga pangyayari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yung nakaraang weekend, yun na siguro ang pinakamahabang weekend para sa aming magkakaibigan, &lt;em&gt;para sa akin&lt;/em&gt;. Hanggang ngayon hindi ko pa rin lubos maisip na pinagdaanan &lt;em&gt;niya&lt;/em&gt; yun. Buti na lang nandiyan ang mga taong nagmamahal sa kanya na hindi &lt;em&gt;siya&lt;/em&gt; pinabayaan at hinarap ang lahat para matulungan &lt;em&gt;siya&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ngayon, natapos na ang lahat. Alam kong napakahirap bumangon mula sa ganitong pangyayari pero sana subukan &lt;em&gt;niya&lt;/em&gt;. Marami naman kaming nasa likod &lt;em&gt;niya&lt;/em&gt; e. At tulad nga ng lagi &lt;em&gt;niyang&lt;/em&gt; sinasabi sa akin, andiyan naman si Lord e, laging handang tumulong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-114098196290160079?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/114098196290160079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=114098196290160079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/114098196290160079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/114098196290160079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2006/02/from-mouth-of-8-yr-old.html' title='from the mouth of an 8-yr old'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-113941132652758332</id><published>2006-02-08T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T23:13:27.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a moment of silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;February 4th. It was a boringly, normal day for most of us. But that boringly, normal day has changed a lot of people's lives. Even the all-smiling face of Pinoy variety shows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;I was running late for an exam that morning so I decided to ride an FX. &lt;em&gt;Kahit medyo mahal, &lt;/em&gt;at least&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;, mabilis at saka mababasa ko pa yung reviewer ko sa muscular sysytem.&lt;/em&gt; The driver was then slowly maneuvering the vehicle on Ayala when I heard the heartbreaking news. There was a stampede at the Ultra and a lot of people, mostly old women, got hurt. At first, I ignored the news because I thought that it must be just one of those ill-fated demonstrations wherein the rallyists were forcefully dispersed by a battallion of heavily-armed policemen. But as I heard wails, cries, and screams of horror, I stopped reading and listened to it very carefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;"Ay shyet. Oo nga pala. Ngayon nga pala yung pasiklaban ng GMA at ABS-CBN sa ratings! Bebot 2006 versus Wowoweee Anniversary."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;My hands were slightly shaking while I was hearing the updates on the stampede. Kids gone missing. Policemen flocking over the area. People being proclaimed dead. Then, I got goosebumps when a boy (I think about my age) was interviewed by the radio announcer. He was crying really hard. He was waking his mother up. He was telling the reporter that they were just together a few minutes ago, but then there she was. Her frail body, lifeless and cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;What I was hearing was so miserable that I wasn't able to continue reading my reviewer. I was really sympathetic for the persons who lost their loved ones. How could something that terrible happen to a lot of innocent people? Grabe talaga. They were just lining up for this show then, poof, hindi na pala sila makakauwi. Ano ba ito? Dahil lang ba talaga sa ratings? sa deep-rooted network wars? o baka nga naman talagang pagtulong lang?Kahit ano pa, ang sad talaga. Na-depress talaga ako. Buti nga nakapag-exam pa ako e.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;Nalulungkot talaga ako para dun sa mga namatayan. Ngayon, para ngang nagtuturuan pa yung mga taong involved dun sa nangyari e. Ang laki kasing kahihiyan nun, diba? As much as possible nga ayoko nang manisi kasi hindi ko naman talaga alam kung sino ang nagkulang. Lahat na lang kaya sila? Na-gui-guilty nga ako e. Ngayon nga nararamdaman ko na kung paano maging aware sa mga nangyayari sa paligid. Na ganun na pala kadami ang mga tao sobrang hopeless na makaahon sa hirap, ipinipila na lang nila sa mga variety shows yung kapalaran nila, at may mga tao din namang kahit ganun na nga ang nagyayari eh wala pa ding pakialam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;Wake up call sa lahat ito. Makialam at kumilos na tayo. Sa kahit anong paraan. Hindi naman kailangan na sugurin mo ang gobyerno, o di kaya mag-hunger strike ka. Kahit sa simpleng pag-inform lang sa sarili sa mga pangyayari sa paligid ay maaari na rin sigurong makatulong. Pero siyempre dapat pairalin ang pagiging kritikal. Tandaan na hindi lahat ng naririnig at nakikita ay dapat paniwalaan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;Ipagdasal natin sila. Ang mga nasawi, mga naiwan, mga partidong involved, ang lahat ng Pilipino. Sana mabigyang linaw ang lahat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" 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/10172263-113941132652758332?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/113941132652758332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=113941132652758332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/113941132652758332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/113941132652758332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2006/02/moment-of-silence.html' title='a moment of silence'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-113932469507690856</id><published>2006-02-07T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T22:15:51.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on a festive mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;The town fiesta of Guadalupe Viejo, Makati was celebrated last Sunday. My friends and I took some time out from our busy weekend schedules to join the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5048/774/1600/2620319640083675187YdFWwW_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5048/774/320/2620319640083675187YdFWwW_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Always on the Go" Gang. &lt;em&gt;Kahit may pasok kinabukasan, sige pa rin ang lakwatsa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5048/774/1600/2284966370083675187wYsvGU_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5048/774/320/2284966370083675187wYsvGU_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie and I. &lt;em&gt;Kahit malayo kami sa isa't isa, parang araw-araw pa din nagkikita.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5048/774/1600/2600599300083675187QdVgzM_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5048/774/320/2600599300083675187QdVgzM_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked nice with those balloons, eh? &lt;em&gt;Pati si Manong, isinali sa kabaliwan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5048/774/1600/2984136130083675187UDkTBt_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5048/774/320/2984136130083675187UDkTBt_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the parade began... &lt;em&gt;Sayaw mga bata, sayaw!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5048/774/1600/2680924150083675187rdeLbW_ph.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5048/774/320/2680924150083675187rdeLbW_ph.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there came Darna and a couple of Mulawins. &lt;em&gt;Mukhang pagod na yata sila...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5048/774/1600/2555813390083675187JQqvCw_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5048/774/320/2555813390083675187JQqvCw_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this little butterfly flew in front of us. &lt;em&gt;Takot ba siya sa camera?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The celebration was just simple (it wasn't really a posh barangay, no flip-flop bazaar and related stuff) but the residents were able to make it one kicking event. They were very accomodating and jolly. Minsan nga kahit hindi nila kami kilala, pinapapasok kami sa bahay at pinapatikim nung mga handa nila. Sayang nga hindi na kami nakupunta dun sa perya kasi gabi na. Gusto pa naman sana naming sumakay sa Ferris Wheel. Masaya kasi. Kung sa tingin nyo boring dahil simpler version siya nung mga nasa Enchanted Kingdom at Eurostar, pwes mali kayo. There's still the adrenaline rush, the butterflies on your stomach, the &lt;em&gt;kaba&lt;/em&gt; factor. No, it wasn't because of the height nor the speed of the ride. It's actually because of the creaking sounds made by the giant wheel, the rusty steel frame of the carriages, the makeshift locks which can easily open up while you're suspended on midair, and the exposed electric cables which ramify through the all-metal ride . O diba, nakaka-kaba?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-113932469507690856?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/113932469507690856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=113932469507690856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/113932469507690856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/113932469507690856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2006/02/on-festive-mood.html' title='on a festive mood'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10172263.post-113907360711656471</id><published>2006-02-05T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:39:13.229+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>powered by caffeine and other chemicals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;Let's talk music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got Coldplay's &lt;em&gt;X&amp;amp;Y&lt;/em&gt; from Ian. The moment I got home from school, I chucked it quickly on the player and listened to it. I was really excited, I forgot I haven't even changed clothes yet. Talaga nga namang ubod ng ganda ng album na 'to. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While listening to it, I was sort of brought to another dimension. The melody was really, uh, uplifting(?) But the lyrics... hmmm.. I'm not sure where they got that. Nevertheless, it was still great. It's a fine album to listen to on idle moments, or before you sleep at night, or while driving down a very long road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Martin does a good falsetto (for a pop/rock band vocalist). And I love the way he pronounces some of the words. Yes, he's British (so you couldn't hear the r's, you clearly hear the t's, etc.) but there's still a different accent somewhere in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the songs in the album sounded mellow and easy on the ear. I can actually imagine it being played on a prom, a hook-up at a beautiful meadow under a big tree, or a feisty scene at some car's back seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero the lyrics, whoa talaga. &lt;em&gt;San galing yun?&lt;/em&gt; Was I just dumb to not understand what they meant or was it written in an alien language?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally like the tracks &lt;em&gt;Swallowed in the Sea &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Till Kingdom Come&lt;/em&gt;. I don't really know if they speak about love or some identical emotion. But if they truly were about all that crap, they'd make really groovy love songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold my head inside your hands&lt;br /&gt;I need someone who understands &lt;br /&gt;I need someone, someone who hears&lt;br /&gt;For you Ive waited all these years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10172263-113907360711656471?l=squite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/feeds/113907360711656471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10172263&amp;postID=113907360711656471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/113907360711656471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10172263/posts/default/113907360711656471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squite.blogspot.com/2006/02/powered-by-caffeine-and-other.html' title='powered by caffeine and other chemicals'/><author><name>sithli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12160948282481287162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rfaqFh5hCc/SJ8gPIWl-PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TH0xeSyVRfc/s1600-R/parang%2Bkay.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
