<?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-16352910</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:18:20.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>resurrect RETRO.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-113586124841259125</id><published>2005-12-29T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T21:00:48.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out</title><content type='html'>i had fun today at EW with D and C! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more entries for a while. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-113586124841259125?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/113586124841259125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=113586124841259125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113586124841259125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113586124841259125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/12/out.html' title='out'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-113526321046119455</id><published>2005-12-22T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T22:53:30.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is for my soulmate :)</title><content type='html'>thank God i found you. :)) haha. &lt;br /&gt;but seriously, thanks for putting up with me and listening to my rants. it means so much to me that i have you to talk to! :D sleepover ok? we have SO much to do. hahaha :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. stupid penguin (yours) is a stupid jerk and useless loser who sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-113526321046119455?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/113526321046119455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=113526321046119455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113526321046119455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113526321046119455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-for-my-soulmate.html' title='this is for my soulmate :)'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-113526274361184666</id><published>2005-12-22T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T22:45:43.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>126</title><content type='html'>i'm so mad at someone. but i'm not sure if i even have the right to be mad at %@&amp;*. i just wish i could fix things :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-113526274361184666?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/113526274361184666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=113526274361184666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113526274361184666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113526274361184666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/12/126.html' title='126'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-113526256264816714</id><published>2005-12-22T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T23:18:51.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>before sunrise, before sunset</title><content type='html'>i watched before sunrise and before sunset last night/this morning. &lt;br /&gt;funny how i loved them both. kind of silly, actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;Quotes from Before Sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If there's any kind of magic in this world, it must be in the attempt of understanding someone, sharing something. I know, it's almost impossible to succeed, but... who cares, really? The answer must be in the attempt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know happy couples... but I think they lie to each other!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know what's the worst thing about somebody breaking up with you? Is when you remember how little you thought about the people you broke up with and you realize that is how little they're thinking of you. You know, you'd like to think you're both in all this pain but they're just like 'Hey, I'm glad you're gone'." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I used to think that if none of your family or friends knew you were dead, it was like not really being dead. People can invent the best and the worst for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes from Before Sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Memories are wonderful things, if you don't have to deal with the past."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe what I'm saying is, is the world might be evolving the way a person evolves. Right? Like, I mean, me for example. Am I getting worse? Am I improving? I don't know. When I was younger, I was healthier, but I was, uh, whacked with insecurity, you know? Now I'm older and my problems are deeper, but I'm more equipped to handle them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life's hard. It's supposed to be. If we didn't suffer, we'd never learn anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I heard this story once about when the Germans were occupying Paris and they had to retreat back. They wired Notre Dame to blow, but they had to leave one guy in charge of hitting the switch. And the guy, the soldier, he couldn't do it. You know, he just sat there, knocked out by how beautiful the place was. And then when the allied troops came in, they found all the explosives just lying there and the switch unturned, and they found the same thing at Sacre Couer, Eiffel Tower. Couple other places I think..."&lt;br /&gt;              "Is that true?"&lt;br /&gt;              "I don't know. I always liked the story though."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The concept is absurd. The idea that we can only be complete with another person is evil! Right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can never replace anyone because everyone is made up of such beautiful specific details."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was having this awful nightmare that I was 32. And then I woke up and I was 23. So relieved. And then I woke up for real, and I was 32."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all so bittersweet. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt; &lt;sub&gt; &lt;font size="0.5"&gt;actually, it's not that silly to me. because i've been a romantic all my life. and i can't help it. and i hate to admit it. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-113526256264816714?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/113526256264816714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=113526256264816714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113526256264816714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113526256264816714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/12/before-sunrise-before-sunset.html' title='before sunrise, before sunset'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-113516551411613366</id><published>2005-12-21T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T19:47:58.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had another one of those dreams that make me sleep on a lot later than usual. guess what time i woke up today. it was weird. :| &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dream was pretty cool however, so i guess it was worth waking up late? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i haven't had much to do the past few days, though i did go with iya to a play last night! sibol is always good. last night was especially nice, i really enjoyed it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;i miss my friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss bandyo, and pep, and my classmates! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i don't want christmas vacation to be over yet. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;font size="0.5"&gt;all i want are sweet dreams tonight.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-113516551411613366?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/113516551411613366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=113516551411613366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113516551411613366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113516551411613366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-had-another-one-of-those-dreams-that.html' title=''/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-113503231985292461</id><published>2005-12-20T06:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T07:18:59.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm up this early because i read at the dawn mass again. this time i couldn't get back to sleep. =| i'm enjoying the silence right now; my parents are already out, and my sister slept over at my grandparents' place today (because tita karla, tito noli, bianca and izu just came back from jersey) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was the only reader today, but there were altar boys with me now, and one of them was a little boy, probably not older than 6 or 7. the kid kept falling asleep. the words in "silent night" seemed to reach out to him in some special way. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;so i have relatives back from jersey, which is in the british isles (not to be confused with NEW jersey in the U.S.), and &lt;em&gt;30 minutes away from france&lt;/em&gt;! i was wondering why they seemed not to like their new place too much. &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/16352910-113503231985292461?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/113503231985292461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=113503231985292461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113503231985292461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113503231985292461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-up-this-early-because-i-read-at.html' title=''/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-113489064762006091</id><published>2005-12-18T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T21:15:44.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my ipod playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;On-The-Go&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;songs from my playlist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swing, Swing &lt;b&gt;ALL AMERICAN REJECTS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Middle &lt;b&gt;JIMMY EAT WORLD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're A God &lt;strong&gt;VERTICAL HORIZON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear You Me &lt;b&gt;AQUALUNG&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vindicated &lt;b&gt;DASHBOARD CONFESSIONAL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando, Quando, Quando &lt;b&gt;MICHAEL BUBLE &amp;amp; NELLY FURTADO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts and Curses &lt;b&gt;YELLOWCARD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save Me &lt;b&gt;REMY ZERO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scars &lt;b&gt;PAPA ROACH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleigh Ride &lt;strong&gt;HARRY CONNICK, JR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polaris &lt;strong&gt;JIMMY EAT WORLD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild Horses &lt;b&gt;NATASHA BEDINGFIELD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work &lt;b&gt;JIMMY EAT WORLD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 &lt;b&gt;JIMMY EAT WORLD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate &lt;b&gt;SNOW PATROL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic &lt;b&gt;THE POLICE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Breath You Take &lt;b&gt;THE POLICE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helena &lt;b&gt;MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iris &lt;b&gt;GOO GOO DOLLS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange and Beautiful &lt;b&gt;AQUALUNG&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only One &lt;b&gt;YELLOWCARD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame &lt;b&gt;JIMMY EAT WORLD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocean Avenue &lt;b&gt;YELLOWCARD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-113489064762006091?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/113489064762006091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=113489064762006091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113489064762006091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113489064762006091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-ipod-playlist.html' title='my ipod playlist'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-113479786268520309</id><published>2005-12-17T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T13:57:40.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unplugged</title><content type='html'>okay. i've changed my layout. (laurice actually stole my last one and put it on her friendster profile. haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. actually, i got to go out yesterday! :)) haha. my mom suddenly decided to allow me. it was surprising. but i was thankful! :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dana and i went to the concert "unplugged" at ateneo, and it was another one of our funny adventures where we laugh until it's hard to breathe. haha. &lt;br /&gt;WE WERE SO EARLY. there was one time that dana and i (and the sound controller guy, hahaha) were the only ones in the concert place. that was because we had gone out of the place for a while, but then, we saw a big group of people coming in, so we rushed back inside to save the good seats we had. then when we got inside, no one else was coming in. =| &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. well, the concert was pretty cool. mostly it was because of kiko machine. they were so funny! spiderman and all that. :D the other bands were okay too i guess. &lt;font size="1"&gt; some were pretty bad though. hahaha&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left after kiko machine (just before gorgeous garbage. haha), because i had to get home before my mom did. :D &lt;br /&gt;dana, dana's brother and i went to mcdo for dinner; we were all so hungry because we hadn't had anything since 5 or 6, so thank God mcdo common was open until 12. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went home. *the end* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks dana!! &gt;:D&lt; &lt;br /&gt;and dana's brother too, for driving us and the tickets and the dinner and stuff. hemelenengerepetktk GARCIA. :)) hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-113479786268520309?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/113479786268520309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=113479786268520309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113479786268520309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113479786268520309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/12/unplugged.html' title='unplugged'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-113479457155227144</id><published>2005-12-16T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T12:42:51.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>er..i'm getting bored of this layout =|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-113479457155227144?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/113479457155227144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=113479457155227144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113479457155227144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113479457155227144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/12/er.html' title=''/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-113470548418133071</id><published>2005-12-16T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T12:54:41.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometime last week, two people from my village came to my house early in the morning when i was still in my pajamas. when i was done changing, i went downstairs to meet them; and they said they wanted me to read for simbang gabi at our village. (i'd have to wake up at around 4 because the mass was scheduled at 5)&lt;br /&gt;usually, waking up early is not something i would volunteer to do. but i told them yes, and they thanked me a few times and said they would let me know on which dates i'd be reading on. =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was one; i woke up around 4:15 and got myself into the white blouse-black skirt outfit they said i had to wear. my mom and i walked up to the multipurpose hall; it was freezing. i was shivering a little and i couldn't tell if it was because i was nervous or because i was cold or if it was both. but anyway, i got through it, even though there were lots of things those people who asked me to read should've told me. i was new to it, and the other girl who was going to read was already used to it; she knew what we were supposed to do, so i just did what she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i got through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went home and went to sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;sub&gt;then i had the strangest dream i've ever had in a long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;sub&gt;maybe if i'd had this dream a month ago, i might have reveled in it and wished it hadn't ended. but not today. and i'm not going to tell anyone about it. ever. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have the rest of the day to do whatever i want. except go out. my parents won't let me =| &lt;br /&gt;i hope i don't go through the whole christmas break without spending time with my friends. &lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-113470548418133071?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/113470548418133071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=113470548418133071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113470548418133071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113470548418133071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/12/sometime-last-week-two-people-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-113462850284623819</id><published>2005-12-15T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T14:39:31.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had fun yesterday at the pep xmas party! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ina, seza and je-an came to my house (and iya came late) and we all got dressed up! it was so cool; the pictures should be up at ina's multiply. :D je-an did our makeup and we were all looking pretty good when we were done. i swear, the four of them looked all so pretty! je-an's good at make up. :D &lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it took a while to get to the party because we took a wrong turn somewhere around tandang sora i think, and we had to switch roads a few times because of the TRAFFIC, and new manila is really far from my place, and the village wasn't too easy to find, and when we found the village, the house was hard to find. haha &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when we got there at last, the party started only then. haha, kidding. but that's probably half-true because there were only a few of them before we arrived. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;s&gt;everyone&lt;/s&gt; most of us were all dressed up in really cool costumes. i only found out tuesday that it was a costume party, so i was having a hard time deciding what i was supposed to go as. course i wasn't the only one worried about what to wear. but like i said, the four of us ended up wearing nice outfits anyway :)) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had role-playing, acting, and presentations by the singers of the squad; namely, jeje (she was really good; i never heard her sing like that before, so i was quite surprised when she performed for us.), audrey (she has a really sweet voice! she's even prettier than she already is when she sings. :D she sang earlier yesterday on stage in front of the whole school practically also by the way), and the three of them: ate nicky, panjee and seza (they sang for us a sort of christmas medley--it was adorable :D) &lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my curfew was 10:30; i mean, what i was told was, i had to leave at that time, so around that time, i had to leave. but this wasn't the end of the night yet. haha. &lt;s&gt;a few&lt;/s&gt; several people hitched a ride with me (they were going to be fetched at mcdo katip): ina, audrey, je-an, iya, bernice, crissy, rashmi, panjee, i can't remember how we all fit, but we managed. &lt;Br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;and then we had the sunroof opened!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt; those who could went up; and we all enjoyed the cool december wind--freeways are a real blast; i mean that almost literally. je-an and i related it to that song &lt;i&gt;wild horses&lt;/i&gt; by natasha bedingfield; just that part where you go free and run against the wind; pretty much how it felt with the car going fast down the roads and the wind blowing through our hair and against our faces! i've gone up the sunroof quite a few times before with different people. but this time i'd have to say was the funnest ride i'd had up there. i guess i realized, wind and speed are things best shared with friends. everyone just looked like they were having fun! with the excitement of it all, added to the realization that we were finally free from school (yeahh!). i can hardly explain how it felt; like, electrically invigorating. that sounds like something that would describe it. i just felt really empowered. it's nothing anyone else who wasn't there with us can completely understand the way we can.(that's kinda cool :)) ) here's a clue though; it was &lt;strong&gt;better than CHOCOLATE&lt;/strong&gt;. and there aren't too many things that can be described that way. hahaha. well, of course i don't mean that completely. :D &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i hope i don't ever forget how that feels. it's one of those short instances in life when you're at the summit; when everything else is too far down for you to have to care about them. &lt;br&gt; i guess i just lived the saying, "ignorance is bliss."&lt;bR&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's impossible to explain it all here now the way i know it, so i'm giving up. others can imagine it, but they can only pretend to really get it. &lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-113462850284623819?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/113462850284623819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=113462850284623819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113462850284623819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113462850284623819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-had-fun-yesterday-at-pep-xmas-party.html' title=''/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-113403493048366162</id><published>2005-12-08T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T17:42:10.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hitch!</title><content type='html'>i just watched "hitch". will smith's character was real witty and the type that you find charmingly annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and there were a few good lines i remember. like, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"begin each day as if it were on purpose." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"life isn't the amount of breaths you take, it's the moments that take your breath away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"that's what people do, they leap, and hope to God they can fly. because if not, they just fall like a rock." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or something like that. &lt;br /&gt;i was actually surprised to find those lines in the kind of movie i thought would be all humor. :) cool, cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-113403493048366162?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/113403493048366162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=113403493048366162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113403493048366162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113403493048366162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/12/hitch.html' title='hitch!'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-113401825060137135</id><published>2005-12-08T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T13:04:10.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>! i had fun with dana yesterday! we spent the best of the afternoon in their car :)) when i got home my legs were all cramped. :| it was HILARIOUS. :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just kept laughing and laughing. it's just one of those silly bonding sessions that dana and i like to have :)) haha, we were so noisy i think dana's dad was getting irritated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we also went to mcdo tierra pura! remember the "hi can i have a like, like a, like like, DALAWANG BIG MAC PO." =)) hahaha. and the stupid weirdo bar dance thing :)) cors only dana and i can get this. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for yesterday danes! &lt;br /&gt;loveyah silly :D we should really hang out more often &gt;:D&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-113401825060137135?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/113401825060137135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=113401825060137135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113401825060137135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113401825060137135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-had-fun-with-dana-yesterday-we-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-113402014673528272</id><published>2005-12-08T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T18:05:54.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im deleting most of the quizzes i took from here and transferring them &lt;a href="http://product-of-boredom.blogspot.com"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt; cool huh? HAHA. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and most of the poems too. im going to put them up somewhere else&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-113402014673528272?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/113402014673528272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=113402014673528272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113402014673528272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113402014673528272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-deleting-most-of-quizzes-i-took.html' title=''/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-113387590929324076</id><published>2005-12-06T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T21:31:49.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's hard to forget how it hurts when you remember and others forget. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and when you pretend not to care but there's some part inside of you that knows you'll always care a little. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;today is december 6. :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-113387590929324076?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/113387590929324076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=113387590929324076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113387590929324076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113387590929324076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-hard-to-forget-how-it-hurts-when.html' title=''/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-113376903916180293</id><published>2005-12-05T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T15:50:39.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish that no-school week wasn't over yet. :| &lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-113376903916180293?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/113376903916180293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=113376903916180293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113376903916180293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113376903916180293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-wish-that-no-school-week-wasnt-over.html' title=''/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-113376501766783591</id><published>2005-12-05T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T14:43:37.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the wizard of oz</title><content type='html'>so happens the story behind the wizard of oz is a boring political thing. i searched for it after that survey (haha). it's not all that interesting, i just skimmed through it. it's over &lt;a href="http://www.monetary.org/hughdowns.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you wanna go read it anyway (despite my warnings of disinterest).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-113376501766783591?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/113376501766783591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=113376501766783591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113376501766783591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113376501766783591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/12/wizard-of-oz.html' title='the wizard of oz'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-113376428727069591</id><published>2005-12-05T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T14:31:27.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i guess i was bored</title><content type='html'>i guess i was bored&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="width:100%;"&gt;&lt;table style="border:0px;width:100%;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:Arial;font-size:14px;font-weight:bold;color:#fff;background-color:#1F5892;width:100%;text-align:center;padding:5px;padding-bottom:0px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/S2405/Thought-Provoking.html" style="color:#fff;" title="Thought-Provoking"&gt;Thought-Provoking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;color:#fff;background-color:#1F5892;width:100%;text-align:center;padding:5px;margin:0px;"&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/~misscellophane/profile" style="color:#fff;" title="misscellophane's Profile"&gt;misscellophane&lt;/a&gt; and taken 104 times on &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" style="color:#fff;" title="Bzoink"&gt;Bzoink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Arial;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:left;"&gt;Do you ever look at the world and think of how beautiful it is?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Every once in a while, mostly at nighttime&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Arial;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:left;"&gt;Do you ever look at the world and think of how terrible it is?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Not all the time&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Arial;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:left;"&gt;Do you think sometimes too much optimism can be regarded as naivety?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Yeah, when it becomes denial of the truth&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Arial;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:left;"&gt;What do you think life would be like if world peace were attainable?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Better than this&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Arial;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:left;"&gt;Have you ever lost a friend because you two had different morals?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;A little less than lost&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Arial;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:left;"&gt;Do you think all politicans lie?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;I like to think otherwise&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Arial;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:left;"&gt;Is the area you live in largely conservative, liberal, or in between?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Leaning a little towards conservative&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Arial;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:left;"&gt;How do you feel about that?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Sometimes it's annoying&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Arial;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:left;"&gt;Do you often feel more mature than other people your age?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Depends who I'm with&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Arial;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:left;"&gt;Do really happy people sometimes annoy you?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Arial;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:left;"&gt;If yes, why do you think that is?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;It's hard to be happy for happy people when you're not half as happy as they are.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Arial;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:left;"&gt;Do you think people who use netspeak are uneducated or just plain lazy?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;I don't even know what netspeak is. :|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Arial;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:left;"&gt;Do you feel the presence of a higher power in your life?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;There are times like that&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Arial;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:left;"&gt;If yes, how so? If not, why do you think that is?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;In really subtle highly powerful ways?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Arial;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:left;"&gt;Ignorance is bliss. Do you agree with that, at least to a certain extent?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Yeah, but the bliss is short-term&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Arial;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:left;"&gt;Have you ever listened to Chris Cornell? His lyrics really make me think.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Never heard of him. I'll check em out&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Arial;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:left;"&gt;What musician's lyrics really provoke thought in you?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Kenny Loggins&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Arial;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:left;"&gt;Do you know the real story behind The Wizard of Oz?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Nope&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;color:#fff;background-color:#1F5892;text-align:center;padding:15px;padding-bottom:10px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys/create.php" style="color:#fff;" title="Create a Survey"&gt;Create a Survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113376428727069591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-guess-i-was-bored.html' title='i guess i was bored'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-113344294111595538</id><published>2005-12-01T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T21:18:45.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun things</title><content type='html'>fun things happened today! and yesterday. cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday je-an! &gt;:D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;but the 12-3 shift sucked. but whatever :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. congrats and best wishes to ina and crissy, who got married at the marriage booth today!(but not to each other. haha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-113344294111595538?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/113344294111595538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=113344294111595538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113344294111595538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113344294111595538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/12/fun-things.html' title='fun things'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-113327044496270144</id><published>2005-11-29T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T21:20:44.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks ina for making me laugh =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L:))L hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAlsjdfopiaweunmkvnakdjfoiewuqe89238410928303ksjdkfnvkxzsdfa[[sfkajsofiu93]sdfhasdfas\faskajsoakjsdfSDFAksoduoeiwurHAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loveya inababes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-113327044496270144?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/113327044496270144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=113327044496270144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113327044496270144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113327044496270144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/11/thanks-ina-for-making-me-laugh-ll.html' title=''/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-113326903103741003</id><published>2005-11-29T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T20:57:11.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my parents are getting really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*end*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-113326903103741003?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/113326903103741003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=113326903103741003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113326903103741003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113326903103741003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-parents-are-getting-really-annoying.html' title=''/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-113326268375605389</id><published>2005-11-29T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T19:11:23.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry</title><content type='html'>sorry to stef and jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to all the people me and iya messed with especially the korean people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to everyone else i should be apologizing to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-113326268375605389?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/113326268375605389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=113326268375605389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113326268375605389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113326268375605389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/11/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-113308860059359406</id><published>2005-11-27T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T19:14:41.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i came home ahead of my family today for something that didn't even push through. well i'm fine with that, except both my parents texted me -- and i guess they were mad, but text messages are hard to decipher in terms of the emotional state of the sender. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;anyway, i'm back! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;...from leyte, by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;there was this family reunion we attended. there was this enormous function room full of people, and it was strange to think they were all related to me one way or another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;besides relatives, the other abundant thing in tacloban was food. lots and lots of it. that's what you have to expect at the province during fiesta season though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;anyway, that's enough of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i wrote four poems. :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i can't tell if i was inspired or bored or both, or troubled, or both of those &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; troubled, but what the hell does it matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i just happened to start writing the moment my new g-tec touched my new notebook. ( i bought both of them at national before we went to the airport )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;might as well record the other two here, too.(i won't post the fourth. i'm not too eager to display that one)&lt;/span&gt; one of them is over at the side already ------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-113308860059359406?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/113308860059359406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=113308860059359406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113308860059359406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113308860059359406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-came-home-ahead-of-my-family-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-113266386636606938</id><published>2005-11-22T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T20:51:06.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uninspired</title><content type='html'>no good entries today. or for a long time, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check back later. ( probably a lot later )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-113266386636606938?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/113266386636606938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=113266386636606938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113266386636606938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113266386636606938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/11/uninspired.html' title='uninspired'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-113094251551958127</id><published>2005-11-02T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T22:41:55.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i decided on a lighter and more playful layout this time.&lt;br /&gt;usually i have dark, black or boring ones.&lt;br /&gt;i think this is the first time i've had a real colored one.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, nice to be back. but i miss bangkok. weird, i never even liked the place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-113094251551958127?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/113094251551958127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=113094251551958127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113094251551958127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113094251551958127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-decided-on-lighter-and-more-playful.html' title=''/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-113094240314678546</id><published>2005-11-02T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T22:40:03.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>welcome me home; i'm back :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm bored of this layout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-113094240314678546?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/113094240314678546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=113094240314678546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113094240314678546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113094240314678546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/11/welcome-me-home-im-back-d-and-im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-113049652312194672</id><published>2005-10-28T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T18:48:43.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm leaving the country tomorrow. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;but i'm coming back. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;bye first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-113049652312194672?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/113049652312194672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=113049652312194672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113049652312194672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/113049652312194672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-leaving-country-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-112980905032649517</id><published>2005-10-20T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T19:50:50.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;HAPPY MONTHSARY EAT!!!!! Anniv in 11 months. :) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mon, Ryn and Danielle; thanks for the food. I ate it all na. waha. :))&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/16352910-112980905032649517?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/112980905032649517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=112980905032649517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112980905032649517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112980905032649517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-monthsary-eat-anniv-in-11-months.html' title=''/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-112980565098262342</id><published>2005-10-20T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T18:54:10.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on romeo and juliet</title><content type='html'>GELA: &lt;em&gt;if they only had cellphones during their time they wouldn't have died.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;praise-worthy! =)) haha gela. your words are so inspiring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-112980565098262342?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/112980565098262342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=112980565098262342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112980565098262342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112980565098262342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/10/on-romeo-and-juliet.html' title='on romeo and juliet'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-112944425300170036</id><published>2005-10-16T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T14:30:53.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!</title><content type='html'>anyone who knows a lot about IP ADDRESSES, contact me immediately. thanks! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-112944425300170036?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/112944425300170036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=112944425300170036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112944425300170036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112944425300170036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/10/help.html' title='HELP!'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-112917748898751855</id><published>2005-10-13T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T12:24:48.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt; / exams &gt; = &lt; / stress &gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-112917748898751855?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/112917748898751855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=112917748898751855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112917748898751855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112917748898751855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title='&lt;/stress&gt;'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-112910168891597902</id><published>2005-10-12T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T12:22:48.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ugly flashbacks.</title><content type='html'>ina (curse you!! haha. kidding ina. ) made me remember someone from a not-so-long-time ago. i just realized that i really miss--someone. ack. it's sad because i missed that chance. but mostly because i had to. it's a sad story i'd never dream of posting here.&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;anyway, have to study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-112910168891597902?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/112910168891597902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=112910168891597902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112910168891597902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112910168891597902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/10/ugly-flashbacks.html' title='ugly flashbacks.'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-112908970131974775</id><published>2005-10-12T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T17:34:20.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>winner of the weird contest. :D</title><content type='html'>credits to angela s. petines for this inspiring composition. haha. &lt;sub&gt;(see gela, i didnt forget.&lt;/sub&gt; :)) ) --&gt; typed as it is written; spelling mistakes and all. haha gela :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One day, Jojo &amp; Mita were walking in the mapanglaw na gubat.&lt;br /&gt;They met the fox and the hound and the 4 of them became best friends. The fox &amp;amp; the hound drowned in a puddle so Jojo &amp; Mita walked on...&lt;br /&gt;they met the big bad wolf so they ran from it but it had big eyes, ears and feet so there was no escape. Good thin&lt;s&gt;k&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; robin hood came to the rescue and after killing the big bad wolf, Robin hood fe&lt;s&gt;e&lt;/s&gt;ll in love with Jojo. They became a couple. Mita was jealous so good thing Shrek was there to be her &lt;s&gt;man&lt;/s&gt; --&gt; ogre. Jojo &amp;amp; Mita were happy but princess fiona attacked Mita coz she got jealous &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;of Shrek. Princess fiona also attacked Jojo &amp; Robin hood but only Robin hood died. poor robin. Jojo &amp;amp; mita decided to get away but didn't know how to so they came across Tarzan who only lead them to the giant gorillas so they ran away from him in terror. When they lost hope &amp; rested under a tree, a (erasure here) T-rex swallowed them up.&lt;br /&gt;They thought it was a tree. after 6 million years, the Rex died coz humans shot it. When they dissected it, they found Mita &amp;amp; Jojo preserved in its gall bladder. They were stuck there. When the people opened it up, Jojo &amp; Mita became alive once again &amp;amp; again visited the mapangalw na gubat coz they needed a vacation from being stuck in the gall bladder. They were&lt;s&gt;r&lt;/s&gt; walking in the gubat and...you know what happend. :) &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, this is a true story. haha. tss :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no idea what &lt;s&gt;possessed&lt;/s&gt; inspired gela to write something like this. really cute story though. hahaha. sooo funny. made me laugh :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-112908970131974775?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/112908970131974775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=112908970131974775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112908970131974775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112908970131974775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/10/winner-of-weird-contest-d.html' title='winner of the weird contest. :D'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-112902241760641348</id><published>2005-10-11T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T17:20:17.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gratitude</title><content type='html'>Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dana -- for tearing my skirt. hahaha. kdding :)) thanks for coming with me the other day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Audrey -- for studying with me at the library today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Je-an -- for all 40 pieces. omg. thanks a lot. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sari -- for helping me with Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. People who wished me luck for exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. People who lent me notes for exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Lanz -- for the yearbook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. People who lent me money today Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. People who tag. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and others. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-112902241760641348?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/112902241760641348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=112902241760641348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112902241760641348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112902241760641348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/10/gratitude.html' title='gratitude'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-112860426683759013</id><published>2005-10-06T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T23:37:58.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's songs</title><content type='html'>Danielle and I had some fun during English today :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&gt;Chorus: I-would-I-were-your-bird. &lt;em&gt;(your bird, your bird, your bird.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-would-I-were-your-bird. (your bird, your bird, your bird!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your bird?&lt;br /&gt;Your bird.&lt;br /&gt;Your bird?&lt;br /&gt;Your bird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Repeat Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would I were your bird. Your bird, your bird...&lt;br /&gt;Your bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. We were weird, and we were laughing to death. But it was fun. Haha. Thanks for being as silly as me, seatmate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-112860426683759013?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/112860426683759013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=112860426683759013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112860426683759013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112860426683759013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/10/todays-songs.html' title='today&apos;s songs'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-112851495028301995</id><published>2005-10-05T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T20:22:30.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ay, me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-112851495028301995?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/112851495028301995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=112851495028301995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112851495028301995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112851495028301995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/10/stress_05.html' title='stress'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-112840416067903983</id><published>2005-10-04T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T13:36:00.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for stef!</title><content type='html'>AWW, STEF. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-112840416067903983?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/112840416067903983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=112840416067903983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112840416067903983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112840416067903983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/10/for-stef.html' title='for stef!'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-112835193682569157</id><published>2005-10-03T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T23:09:58.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's entry.</title><content type='html'>1. Ok, so now both of my wrists hurt. Sucks. It's limiting my abilities. Not nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope mon brings the rice krispies tomorrow. EATMATES. haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Congrats to the pep people (Vote for them! "SAYAW(space)VOTE(space)20". Send to 2851. You have to be Globe though.) who joined the yaw sayaw compet! :D Sad I didn't get to watch. Mau Erika and Ina said I missed out. And Mau and Erika rode a taxi that Saturday. Haha. That doesn't have anything to do with anything. But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ina must be avenged. Join the RFIC! Contact me for details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. ABC! I miss ABC people! Mau and I ARE THE PRESIDENT. Erika's the vice. Hahaha. Erika, good thing we didn't change it to the ABCNLA :)) kidding. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;C.&lt;/span&gt; Hahah. Kidding :D EK sa summer. And we'll get the money from the MMFC. Bwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Iya has a &lt;a href="http://okeykatalagakokey.blogspot.com"&gt;new blog!&lt;/a&gt; Haha. (Sino ba kasi si Kokey? Anyone who knows IM me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the first entry there is about our short adventure today in ROYALE PLACE. Yeahyeah. Haha. We went to Crepes and Ice Cream. It used to be Fruits In Ice Cream. And the guy in the shop was creepy. Our main goal was to print out Iya's LESSON PLAN (due one month ago). But the screenplace was full of Dota-playing people (gawd!), so we weren't able to do anything. Iya decided to print it out here at my house instead. So she asked to be fetched. It was taking longer than we thought it would, so we went up to the IVY Language Center beside the shops. My dad wants me to learn Chinese (what the). According to him, it'll be advantageous for business. I don't really wanna take up a business course. But it'd be the most sensible thing to do, I think. ANYWAY. I was hoping there'd be French. But it's a Korean place, and it's mostly Mandarin and English! Funny. We read this sign on the wall saying "DO NOT USE KOREAN LANGUAGE WITHIN THE SCHOOL PREMISES". Huwaw. Oh well.&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/16352910-112835193682569157?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/112835193682569157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=112835193682569157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112835193682569157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112835193682569157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/10/todays-entry.html' title='today&apos;s entry.'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-112769835361038677</id><published>2005-09-26T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T09:32:33.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TSS.</title><content type='html'>I guess this is payment for all the stuff that happened Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;I feel like hell. Being sick sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-112769835361038677?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/112769835361038677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=112769835361038677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112769835361038677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112769835361038677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/09/tss.html' title='TSS.'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-112757171225288358</id><published>2005-09-24T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T09:26:46.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAXI DRIVER -- by request</title><content type='html'>The ff. is the narration of the taxi story, more or less. :D Waha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 5:00 past na coz Mau was late and Monch was leaving, so we went to get a cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--AND WE THOUGHT WE WERE LUCKY when we saw a taxi right away when we went out. Sabi namin, ang bilis ayan may taxi na agad. o-ho-ho. tsss. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we opened the door, sabi namin "UP Theatre po." Sige raw.&lt;br /&gt;Tas pasok naman kami dun sa taxi.&lt;br /&gt;Tas nakaupo na kami. And then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAXI DRIVER: Asan ba yun?&lt;br /&gt;MAU: Sa UP po.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Mau to me: &lt;em&gt;duh, tanga naman nito. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAXI DRIVER: Pano pupuntang UP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd! Taxi driver at hindi marunong pumuntang UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well nakaabot naman kaming UP.&lt;br /&gt;Nasa harap na ng UP. --&gt;TAXI DRIVER: PAPASOK BA DITO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAGHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos nandun na kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAXI DRIVER: Saan pupunta?&lt;br /&gt;US: UP THEATRE PO.&lt;br /&gt;TAXI DRIVER: Pano pumunta dun? Kakaliwa ba? Kakanan ba?&lt;br /&gt;US: Diretso lang po.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;pete. haha mau.&lt;br /&gt;TAXI DRIVER: &lt;em&gt;(ununderstandable words. dialect ata)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US: Ano..??&lt;br /&gt;TAXI DRIVER: Saan pupunta?&lt;br /&gt;MAU: Manong diretso lang po!!&lt;br /&gt;TAXI DRIVER: Magtanong kaya tayo&lt;br /&gt;MAU: Wag na manong, magmamarunong nalang tayo&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;TAXI DRIVER: Saan pupunta?&lt;br /&gt;US: Malapit po sa may Chocolate Kiss.&lt;br /&gt;TAXI DRIVER: &lt;em&gt;CHOCOLATE DIP???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US: CHOCOLATE &lt;strong&gt;KISS&lt;/strong&gt; PO&lt;br /&gt;TAXI DRIVER: Eh asan ba yung Chocolate DIP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, Mau and I are so annoyed already that we decided to ask for directions already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;US: Manong magtanong na nga lang tayo kung nasaan ung &lt;strong&gt;UP Theatre.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sira pa ung windows ng taxi na yun. So he had to open the door to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAXI DRIVER TO SOME UP GUY: pwede ho magtanong? nasaan ho yung CHOCOLATE DIP??&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;WHAT'S WITH DIP??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAU TO GUY: &lt;strong&gt;SA UP THEATRE PO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUY: UP theatre pala eh. Diretso lang&lt;br /&gt;MAU: Sabi sayo manong straight lang eh.&lt;br /&gt;TAXI DRIVER: DIRETSO LANG?&lt;br /&gt;MAU: OO NGA!&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;FINALLY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we found the UP THEATRE. The meter was at 65 i think, and we were at the back of the place. And we thought the torture was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US: Manong sa harap nalang po.&lt;br /&gt;TAXI DRIVER: Wala namang nanjan eh. Wala na yan&lt;br /&gt;US: Yung entrance po nasa harap.&lt;br /&gt;TAXI DRIVER: (&lt;em&gt;ununderstandable nonsensical words again)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US: Huh? Manong sa entrance po kasi kami papasok.&lt;br /&gt;---and the taxi driver didn't want to go forward. sobrang nagstop siya sa likod ng UP Theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US: Manong doon pa po yung papasukan namin&lt;br /&gt;DRIVER: Wala parking na yan eh. Parking lang yan&lt;br /&gt;US: Hindi po, nasa harap yung papasukan namin.&lt;br /&gt;DRIVER: Parking lang to eh!&lt;br /&gt;US: MANONG SIGE HANGGANG DITO NALANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANG KULIT! The meter was at 70; we gave him 80 and KEEP THE CHANGE NA, sabi namin. Thank you daw. O whatever na. GAWD. Sana nakauwi pa yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So naglakad nalang kami papuntang entrance. Tsss. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all taxi drivers were like that, jeeps and tricycles would earn soooo much more.&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/16352910-112757171225288358?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/112757171225288358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=112757171225288358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112757171225288358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112757171225288358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/09/taxi-driver-by-request.html' title='TAXI DRIVER -- by request'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-112756915301643252</id><published>2005-09-24T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T09:23:37.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one-good-day</title><content type='html'>hah. i love this day; it was all so much fun! i &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to special-mention everyone who made my day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-4. Eatmates! Mon Ryn Danielle; and Stef!!&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;Had fun with you guys tday! I walked with you guys from Mcdo to Write Place and then Write Place to Mcdo(except Mon -- but we had fun sa condo ni Nina! tapos, she got me a cellphone case; thanks sooo much :D ) Haylavya all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-8. Other groupmates in English. :)&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Fun ng practice guys! And natapos namin ung storyline. :D Thanks for the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Mau!&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;PANGET!! Loved hangin with ya. Saya grabe.&lt;br /&gt;Dang, CHOCOLATE DIP. Huwaw. MITA VELOSO. dang. that was embarrassing. cool but, WHAT. haha. :)) ANYWAY. Thanks for tonight Mau! Labas tayo ulit. Perfect Man. Harhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ina&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Haha. It was fun talking with you sa Mcdo. Good luck with &lt;em&gt;the Merchant of Venice.&lt;/em&gt; Lavya chokichokiclubmate. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Monch&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Thanks for the chocolates! :D And for staying at Mcdo with me when Ina left. :D And for the food. And for the 60 pesos na linagay ko sa wallet na nawala ko sa UP at pinangbayad ko sa stupid taxi driver. HAHA. And for being the new CCC supplier. Give us lots. :)) ...please. Haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. my parents...? for...allowing me to go out...? haha. :D but they don't read my blog thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best days I've had recently. :) So thanks to everyone who became a part of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-112756915301643252?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/112756915301643252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=112756915301643252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112756915301643252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112756915301643252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-good-day.html' title='one-good-day'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-112754421559774475</id><published>2005-09-24T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T14:49:27.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>katips</title><content type='html'>THANKS MON LAVYA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I'm at Katips with Eatmates and Stef! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this morning we were at Niña's house practicing for the skit sa english(Ange, Mon, Babalu Baluyot, Johnina, Niña and I). Ang saya. Shempre productive din eh. Tas condo ung kela Niña, so we played with the elevators and threw chocnut(dont ask; haha.) at the doors na nasa harap ng elevator. istorbo. haha. sorry sa mga residents. but it was fun! hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mon and I went to Mcdo(thanks Ange) and met sila Danielle Ryn Stef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we're here. &lt;a href="http://monsimon.blogspot.com"&gt;Visit it now. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Monch is going to Mcdo later for &lt;em&gt;some reason&lt;/em&gt;. *ahahaha*&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay yan muna. Later. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-112754421559774475?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/112754421559774475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=112754421559774475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112754421559774475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112754421559774475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/09/katips.html' title='katips'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-112748228628378561</id><published>2005-09-23T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T21:31:26.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTFH</title><content type='html'>something's wrong with me. i feel so tired and weak parang nakakatamad mabuhay kanina pa talaga. it has something to do with either choki choki or bananas or bubble gum or bananas &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; bubble gum or/and that tricycle ride (most notable painful experience of the day) or all of them. otherwise i dunno what it could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt even do much during gym today and during the asian fest i was with audrey most of the time and all we did aside from eat and sit was play video and bluetooth.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. well that was fun!! LOVEYA AUDREY. :D so much fun today! imma keep that video of you. DAACH. haha. :) and i toured all the countries with my eatmates. cool cool. nothing tiring see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was that tricycle ride. basta after that i got dizzy and then my energy started draining i don't know the hell why. but i was with CCC. and we went to mcdo and wtf. this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;ayoko na&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-112748228628378561?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/112748228628378561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=112748228628378561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112748228628378561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112748228628378561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/09/wtfh.html' title='WTFH'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-112722192505703029</id><published>2005-09-20T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T21:12:05.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EATMATES</title><content type='html'>HAHA. Happy Birthday Eatmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon! Ryn! Danielle! funny! SO MUCH FUN. waha. Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;*nnn..daaach!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lav you guyz! and food. HAHA. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-112722192505703029?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/112722192505703029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=112722192505703029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112722192505703029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112722192505703029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/09/eatmates.html' title='EATMATES'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-112713438140148300</id><published>2005-09-19T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T20:53:01.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:script;"&gt;llamas are cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-112713438140148300?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/112713438140148300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=112713438140148300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112713438140148300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112713438140148300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/09/llamas-are-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-112705559197591328</id><published>2005-09-19T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T23:41:29.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when i was 11</title><content type='html'>i'm trying to remember my 11-year old life.&lt;br /&gt;all i know is that i think i was always unhappy and discontent with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then. oh yeah. i remember. dang. i had this notebook where i put down everything. HANDWRITTEN, because blogs like this one weren't too popular yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh...well. it's so very complicated, and i was such a very troubled kid.&lt;br /&gt;come to think about it, it's prob'ly not a good idea to advertise that dark stage of my life here. or to anyone. well maybe some people. &lt;sub&gt;so ask me if you wanna know. &lt;/sub&gt;but things like these, i think it'd be best to tell only people i'm close to or comfortable with or something. coz this is &lt;i&gt;such&lt;/i&gt; a very different side of me and other people probably can't handle it anyway, so if i don't tell you, maybe i just care enough about you to save you from the trouble. well actually, i dunno. i really don't know. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. i don't remember how i got over whatever that was i went through. but that year was so difficult, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd. 11-year old people don't think the way i used to. what the hell. well whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-112705559197591328?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/112705559197591328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=112705559197591328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112705559197591328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112705559197591328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/09/when-i-was-11_19.html' title='when i was 11'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-112702787696053368</id><published>2005-09-18T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T11:07:32.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC</title><content type='html'>The ABC is now recruiting members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact me for details on how to join.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-112702787696053368?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/112702787696053368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=112702787696053368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112702787696053368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112702787696053368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/09/abc.html' title='ABC'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-112702554942871087</id><published>2005-09-18T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T09:21:18.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday</title><content type='html'>MAU AND I were supposed to watch a movie! gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Next weekend na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished two packs of Choki Choki yesterday. I bought those for the weekend. Eh I couldn't stop. Never mind. I don't ever wanna do that again. Kasi. Ngayon edi wala na. And I still want.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I should just buy more next time..? Tss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I made a mistake! (Thanks to Ina for trying to save me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( I hope it worked )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went to a soiree yesterday. It was ok.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;ok, it was kind of boring. ABC!! (haha mau ina.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, Danielle, Ryn, Frances, Mon and I went up on the sun roof of the car on the way to Mcdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now THAT was fun! waha.&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/16352910-112702554942871087?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/112702554942871087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=112702554942871087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112702554942871087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112702554942871087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/09/yesterday.html' title='yesterday'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-112703422957466190</id><published>2005-09-18T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T23:41:13.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got bored of that last layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-112703422957466190?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/112703422957466190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=112703422957466190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112703422957466190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112703422957466190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-got-bored-of-that-last-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-112693402870273419</id><published>2005-09-17T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T23:42:00.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinta</title><content type='html'>"So much to learn from such a simple play."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T--HHIKMAAAHN ang aking &lt;strong&gt;AAAATIIIIISSSSS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. i had fun yesterday!&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/16352910-112693402870273419?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/112693402870273419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=112693402870273419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112693402870273419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112693402870273419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/09/sinta.html' title='Sinta'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-112661257033438291</id><published>2005-09-13T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T19:56:10.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was looking for pictures of bananas in &lt;a href="http://google.com"&gt;google&lt;/a&gt; for my lesson plan in THE. tapos biglang there's this &lt;a href="http://images.google.com.ph/images?q=banana&amp;svnum=10&amp;hl=en&amp;lr=&amp;start=60&amp;sa=N"&gt;llama.&lt;/a&gt; umm. wth? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd. llamas are following me around!! so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, not as weird as it would be if i meant that literally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-112661257033438291?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/112661257033438291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=112661257033438291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112661257033438291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112661257033438291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-was-looking-for-pictures-of-bananas.html' title=''/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-112643394589477501</id><published>2005-09-11T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T20:18:46.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grimm brothers</title><content type='html'>watched grimm brothers last night with my family. it was kinda scary and there were lots of gory details (i loved it). haha. and i liked the story. never seen anything like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's that type of movie that makes you think of reality and fantasy and if ever there was once a time that the fantasy we know in the present was reality in the past, and if the reality now will ever become fantasy in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i said, there were some damn morbid parts. and there're these things that hint on being realistic. although i guess, well, that the movie was purely fantasy. haha. sort of like a fairy tale. or lotsa fairy tales put together. some became really strange. more like, scary. it was a little scary. but ya i enjoyed it nga eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what kind of fairy tale ends with "..and they lived happily ever after..."&lt;br /&gt;*pause*&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;"well, maybe not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd. so i guess they all just died anyway.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;cool. ahaha. kidding. i think. tss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-112643394589477501?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/112643394589477501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=112643394589477501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112643394589477501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112643394589477501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/09/grimm-brothers.html' title='grimm brothers'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-112641476569540731</id><published>2005-09-11T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T12:59:42.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poetically</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;don't read if you're not used to the dramatic side of me. &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is it to know that my every single breath/only brings me closer to my death?// and that my very life/can be altered by some sharpened knife?// even by one well-thrown dart;/a bullet shot straight through my heart.//little things, such are they//but they can take big things away.//not just the man/but the world from him//not just his life/but what he could have done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah shut up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-112641476569540731?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/112641476569540731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=112641476569540731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112641476569540731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112641476569540731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/09/poetically.html' title='poetically'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-112635113271405700</id><published>2005-09-11T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T19:22:44.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>once i saw this little girl about 5 years old sitting looking outside at the rain and the trees. and everything else seemed to be rather insignificant as she watched. not thinking too much and just breathing. and the moment wasn't all too perfect: it was humid, even as it was quite rainy, and she seemed to feel a little uncomfortable the way she was sitting, and the chair looked hard, and it was the stool-type chair where there was nothing at the back for her to lean on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nonetheless, she seemed to have that look of wonder on her face, the way a child like herself might look at a thing that made her feel very pleased with the way everything was, and wanting nothing more than to just sit still and be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess, my knowing that it was beautiful made it less beautiful on the whole as it was. i guess, because when you know something is beautiful, that would mean you know what is not beautiful. because, if everything was good, then no one would know evil. (would that mean that to actually really see something really really beautiful, you'd have to know something really really evil?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, recognizing beauty would mean knowing the ugly faults of the world. &lt;br /&gt;and then again, if that's inevitable, then seeing beauty--could be considered a much anticipated and sought out desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah. dramatic as it is, it's a break from all the other junk that's been torturing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-112635113271405700?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/112635113271405700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=112635113271405700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112635113271405700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112635113271405700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/09/once-i-saw-this-little-girl-about-5.html' title=''/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-112634186039698453</id><published>2005-09-11T08:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T17:14:54.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Return to Pooh Corner</title><content type='html'>Kenny Loggins - Return to Pooh Corner Lyrics &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Robin and I walked along&lt;br /&gt;Under branches lit up by the moon&lt;br /&gt;Posing our questions to Owl and Eeyore&lt;br /&gt;As our days disappeared all too soon&lt;br /&gt;But I've wandered much further today than I should&lt;br /&gt;And I can't seem to find my way back to the wood&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So help me if you can&lt;br /&gt;I've got to get back&lt;br /&gt;To the house at pooh corner by one&lt;br /&gt;You'd be surprised&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to be done&lt;br /&gt;Count all the bees in the hive&lt;br /&gt;Chase all the clouds from the sky&lt;br /&gt;Back to the days of Christopher Robin and Pooh&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnie the Pooh doesn't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Got a honey jar stuck on his nose&lt;br /&gt;He came to me asking help and advice&lt;br /&gt;And from here no one knows where he goes&lt;br /&gt;So I sent him to ask of the owl if he's there&lt;br /&gt;How to loosen a jar from the nose of a bear&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to explain how a few precious things&lt;br /&gt;Seem to follow throughout all our lives&lt;br /&gt;After all's said and done I was watching my son&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping there with my bear by his side&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tucked him in, I kissed him and as I was going&lt;br /&gt;I swear that old bear whispered, "Boy, welcome home,"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me if you can&lt;br /&gt;I've finally come&lt;br /&gt;Back to the house at pooh corner by one&lt;br /&gt;What do you know&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to be done&lt;br /&gt;Count all the bees in the hive&lt;br /&gt;Chase all the clouds from the sky&lt;br /&gt;Back to the days of Christopher Robin&lt;br /&gt;Back to the ways of Christopher Robin&lt;br /&gt;Back to the days of Pooh&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-112634186039698453?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/112634186039698453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=112634186039698453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112634186039698453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112634186039698453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/09/return-to-pooh-corner.html' title='Return to Pooh Corner'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-112634356547488682</id><published>2005-09-11T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T17:14:24.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>recently, i've been bothered by this thing. it's the feeling you get when someone you like notices you a little more than the usual. 'course, the pessimistic side of me reminds me that it's going to mislead me and i'm going to end up getting hurt. :)&lt;--huh? oh well. whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-112634356547488682?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112634356547488682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112634356547488682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/09/recently-ive-been-bothered-by-this.html' title=''/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-112632282918546457</id><published>2005-09-10T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T11:27:09.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bohemian Rhapsody</title><content type='html'>Is this the real life?&lt;br /&gt;Is this just fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a landslide&lt;br /&gt;No escape from reality&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Look up to the skies and see&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm easy come, easy go&lt;br /&gt;A little high, little low&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, just killed a man&lt;br /&gt;Put a gun against his head&lt;br /&gt;Pulled my trigger, now he's dead&lt;br /&gt;Mama, life had just begun&lt;br /&gt;But now I've gone and thrown it all away&lt;br /&gt;Mama, ooo&lt;br /&gt;Didn't mean to make you cry&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not back again this time tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late, my time has come&lt;br /&gt;Sends shivers down my spine&lt;br /&gt;Body's aching all the time&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye everybody - I've got to go&lt;br /&gt;Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth&lt;br /&gt;Mama, ooo - (anyway the wind blows)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to die&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a little silhouetto of a man&lt;br /&gt;Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango&lt;br /&gt;Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me&lt;br /&gt;Gallileo, Gallileo,&lt;br /&gt;Gallileo, Gallileo,&lt;br /&gt;Gallileo Figaro - magnifico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me&lt;br /&gt;He's just a poor boy from a poor family&lt;br /&gt;Spare him his life from this monstrosity&lt;br /&gt;Easy come easy go - will you let me go&lt;br /&gt;Bismillah! No - we will not let you go - let him go&lt;br /&gt;Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go&lt;br /&gt;Bismillah! We will not let you go - let me go&lt;br /&gt;Will not let you go - let me go (never)&lt;br /&gt;Never let you go - let me go&lt;br /&gt;Never let me go - ooo&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no, no, no, no -&lt;br /&gt;Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go&lt;br /&gt;Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me&lt;br /&gt;for me&lt;br /&gt;for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye&lt;br /&gt;So you think you can love me and leave me to die&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby - can't do this to me baby&lt;br /&gt;Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh yeah, ooh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really matters&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can see&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the wind blows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflection: &lt;br /&gt;Been hearing this one often lately. Funny, funny song. But I guess it has some un-funny meaning behind it. Dang.&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/16352910-112632282918546457?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/112632282918546457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=112632282918546457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112632282918546457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112632282918546457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/09/bohemian-rhapsody.html' title='The Bohemian Rhapsody'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-112632096132988841</id><published>2005-09-10T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T15:16:35.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>09Sept05</title><content type='html'>Gym yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://revengeofthetoasters.blogspot.com"&gt;Ina&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://llamabutchers.mu.nu/archives/llama%20darcy.gif"&gt;Patty&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://erikapaprika.multiply.com"&gt;Erika&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://animals.timduru.org/dirlist/lama/Photo156-Llama-Head_closeup.jpg"&gt;Mau&lt;/a&gt; and I were going to take the 4-7, but my parents told me I couldn't get fetched after 6, so &lt;a href="http://animals.timduru.org/dirlist/lama/Photo156-Llama-Head_closeup.jpg"&gt;Mau&lt;/a&gt; convinced the others to take 1-4, and we all took 1-4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to take a cab for some reason. And I had to pay for half of the fare, and the three of them (Ina, Patty, Mau, because Erika went straight to the gym. She comes in later in this story.) divided the half. Unfair na kung unfair. Eh I'm so nice kasi, kaya I let them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Gymnastica, Ina brought out her camera in the bathroom. And we took &lt;a href="http://inanonymous.multiply.com/"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt;. As if we weren't taking &lt;a href="http://inanonymous.multiply.com/photos/album/17"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt; all the way to Pasig anyway. We're not vain! Ina is. Haha. Kidding. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we went to the gym na talaga. And I felt so useless there because I couldn't do much. When they were lining up for handstands, frontwalks, round-offs, etc, I was just walking back and forth. But then almost the whole time, Ina and I were making our second &lt;em&gt;project&lt;/em&gt;. I don't know what you call them. Like, "Get a life, butter knife.", "You broke my heart, shopping cart.", "Wait a little, peanut brittle." "You're so mean, intestine." Oh yeah, it's corny. (And those are some of our best ones na nga.) Forgot to warn you. But it's not for you anyway, whoever you are. It was for &lt;strong&gt;ME AND INA&lt;/strong&gt; nga eh. So leave us alone. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I still had to pay P250. What a &lt;strong&gt;rip off.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After gym, we decided to go back to Mcdo, which we actually didn't really decide, because that's what we always do anyway..? This is where Erika comes in. She gave us a ride back to Mcdo! Aww. (Thanks Erika, it means a lot. Haha :) ) Actually, only until the passover. But that's fine. :P So the five of us went to Mcdo, but when we got there, it was full of epal people, so there wasn't any place for us to stay. So we travelled across the street to Jollibee. Oh well, at least they have coffee jelly there. I love coffee jelly. Ok. Mau bought french fries. Patty bought french fries. I think even Ina and Erika bought french fries. What the hell is up with french fries..? I bought coffee jelly. :)) That's a given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took &lt;a href="http://inanonymous.multiply.com/photos/album/17"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt;. That's a given too. Gawd. Maybe I don't have to write this entry. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took &lt;a href="http://inanonymous.multiply.com/photos/album/17"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt; with Jollibee even. Yeah yeah. Di na kami nahiya. But there were so little people there that we could hardly care less. And THEN. Kwit comes in. And she tells us that Cai doesn't want to join us. Exact words of Kwit(more or less): "...nasa Natio siya! Sabi ko sumama siya sa inyo, pero ayaw niya, nahihiya daw siya,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so she's never like that. And then Mau tells us that earlier, she was pretending to bully Cai..? And it was a joke but Cai seemed to have taken it seriously..? Well, Mau can seem tactless, but you just have to learn not to take her seriously sometimes. It just doesn't work that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ina, Patty and I, feeling really guilty about this, went to National to scout for her. We found her. Then we took &lt;a href="http://inanonymous.multiply.com/photos/album/17"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt; of her. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's &lt;a href="http://inanonymous.multiply.com/photos/photo/17/73.JPG"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she &lt;em&gt;said&lt;/em&gt; she was getting fetched already, and that she had to go back to Mcdo. So we said goodbye and told her to take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at Jollibee, a little later, Mau receives a text message from Cai--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like, "ma, nandito na ako sa mcdo. asan ka na?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAU. MA. Easy mistake. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so we decided to go back to Mcdo and save her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way, this guy on the street seemed to be giving out "I love Jesus" stickers. He handed me one, and, me, loving Jesus that much, took it automatically. Haha. But then, he goes, "Please give a little donation for blah blah blah", and I was, "Whaaaat..?" I don't know why I didn't just give the sticker back. Tss. I reached for some coins in my bag, for the "little donation", and then I had about 3 pesos. Then I gave it to the guy, and now he goes, "Please give TWENTY PESOS OR SOMETHING donation for the blah blah blah". Shit. Okaaay? I still don't know why I didn't just give it back. Lucky ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patty, I think said, "Hindi mo naman kailangan bilhin yung sticker para masabi mong love mo si Jesus eh." Yeah I knew that. I was just being nice to the streetguy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we found Cai again. All alone, just like we thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took seats next to her at the table, and waited for her to get fetched. While we waited, &lt;a href="http://inanonymous.multiply.com/photos/album/17"&gt;...&lt;/a&gt; well this should be pretty obvious by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of boredom, Mau and I invented the "Say stop" game, where we type in a message, and then, send it to whoever is highlighted when the other person says "stop". In this case, we sent the &lt;strong&gt;Pharaoh Song&lt;/strong&gt;, which we later turned into a chain message. See, we were that bored. Cai had to leave after a while. So I was left with Mau, the big butt fairy. We were bored because we didn't have a camera. Kidding. Okay, well, we were just talking and talking, until around 6, where my mom calls and says I can't be fetched until around 7:30. Ya, so why didn't I just take the 4-7..? Whatever. Then we bought food. And I sold four 'Yaw Sayaw tickets(thanks!). Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:32;"&gt;THE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-112632096132988841?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/112632096132988841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=112632096132988841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112632096132988841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112632096132988841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/09/09sept05.html' title='09Sept05'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-112618706708548510</id><published>2005-09-08T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T21:46:48.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Day!</title><content type='html'>Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be the very minute&lt;br /&gt;I'm aware I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;All these places feel like home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a name I'd never chosen&lt;br /&gt;I can make my first steps&lt;br /&gt;As a child of 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the straw, final straw in the&lt;br /&gt;Roof of my mouth as I lie to you&lt;br /&gt;Just because I'm sorry doesn't mean&lt;br /&gt;I didn't enjoy it at the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only thing that I love&lt;br /&gt;It scares me more every day&lt;br /&gt;On my knees I think clearer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness knows I saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;Or at least I'll claim I did&lt;br /&gt;But in truth I'm lost for words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I done it's too late for that&lt;br /&gt;What have I become truth is nothing yet&lt;br /&gt;A simple mistake starts the hardest time&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll do anything you ask...this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflection Paper:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get why the title is "Chocolate". LABO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-112618706708548510?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/112618706708548510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=112618706708548510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112618706708548510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112618706708548510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/2005/09/song-of-day.html' title='Song of the Day!'/><author><name>mita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16352910.post-112615222627565526</id><published>2005-09-08T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T12:11:03.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love entry -- ick</title><content type='html'>it's hard not to get sick of all the depressing love quotes people like to put in their statuses. this one's a happier quote. i never get tired of this one. it's just cute. and that's probably the best word to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone &lt;br /&gt;all day." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=18607833"&gt;doobee&lt;/a&gt;'s like that. haha. lots of people think doobee's not cute. how wrong lots of people are. every time i get home from school, he's all excited to see me. and even when i'm gone for a while. an hour or two i'm away, and when i come back, he still gets all shaky and jumpy. and people wonder why i love him...? gosh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-112615222627565526?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/112615222627565526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=112615222627565526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112615222627565526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112615222627565526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='text'>horrible pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/1/453214_3c6a7fbcdd.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;does this scare you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if so, then don't click &lt;a href=http://meatmate.multiply.com/photos/album/12&gt; here. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you won't be able to handle it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16352910-112614945020570706?l=heygetalife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heygetalife.blogspot.com/feeds/112614945020570706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16352910&amp;postID=112614945020570706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16352910/posts/default/112614945020570706'/><link rel='self' 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