<?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-30196610</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:43:58.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel me.</title><subtitle type='html'>Dancing is my Passion. Music is my Bestfriend. Andrew is my Angel. Photography is my Art. Winning is my Goal. Love is my Nightmare 
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Can you see the hurt in my eyes? Or are you just playin' blind?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>becauseima_girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/tinmate08/th_SHPFiesta009.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30196610.post-3747758375136471930</id><published>2007-03-01T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T06:12:42.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't.</title><content type='html'>!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30196610-3747758375136471930?l=deal-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3747758375136471930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30196610&amp;postID=3747758375136471930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/3747758375136471930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/3747758375136471930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/cant.html' title='Can&apos;t.'/><author><name>becauseima_girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/tinmate08/th_SHPFiesta009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30196610.post-6746687067758439108</id><published>2007-01-30T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T05:54:44.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>asfagjapyhgkba</title><content type='html'>Every night I pray to God that the things you say are true. I'm scared to death of where this feeling might lead us. You occupy 3/4 of my time everyday, your name greet my morning, our memories kiss me to sleep. . And all these scare me. I don't know why? Sometimes I feel like we can't be together because you give me all reason to feel this. I'm too weak to think because I only feel. I want to tell you &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;. . and I've been keeping this to myself. It's all a blur now. . and I pray that in time, things will fall into its places. All I know is I'm happy with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so afraid? Tssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAILA A-J Dance Concert was a hit! It felt so amazing dancing up there. All praises to HIM! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30196610-6746687067758439108?l=deal-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6746687067758439108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30196610&amp;postID=6746687067758439108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/6746687067758439108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/6746687067758439108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/asfagjapyhgkba.html' title='asfagjapyhgkba'/><author><name>becauseima_girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/tinmate08/th_SHPFiesta009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30196610.post-116065549382826397</id><published>2006-10-12T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T05:18:14.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>. . .</title><content type='html'>I don't know how to say this. . but I'm really depressed. Ugh.&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/30196610-116065549382826397?l=deal-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116065549382826397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30196610&amp;postID=116065549382826397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/116065549382826397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/116065549382826397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='. . .'/><author><name>becauseima_girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/tinmate08/th_SHPFiesta009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30196610.post-115978952267432467</id><published>2006-10-02T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T04:45:22.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, hiya I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Gosh, after bagyong Milenyo smashed our country and after the 4 days of boredom at home, WHY IS IT ERR RAINING HARD AGAIN OUTSIDE? My goooodneeesss. Rain rain, go away, can't you just stop? Hahaha. Haven't had enough? ;p Anyway awayin daw ba ang ulan, pathetic tin. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go outside kay? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing in the shower again, so what's that supposed to mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEYA guys, aglaia rocks my world big time. As in, whenever we have trainings, I totally go insane and crazy with them. Especially tin-liza-jade tandem? Nothing can go wrong. I mean, when there's silence and you see us around. . expect a chaos. When one starts making hirits, expect a non-stop hirits from the three of us! HAHAHAHA. Guys I love you! I'd die for you guys (jade's line). I mean, hello people? :)) :)) Oh and btw, when you have a oh-so-hot coach like Coach Jm? You'd wish you were us! :)) Not to brag or anything, it's just coach is so nice and so cool and so hot and so strict and so motivating and so -insert any adjective-. HAHAHA. I love you Aglaia, you rock don't ever change! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have to go, I have a deadline to meet! Yeeees :))&lt;br /&gt;*Sayonara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30196610-115978952267432467?l=deal-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115978952267432467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30196610&amp;postID=115978952267432467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115978952267432467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115978952267432467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-hiya-im-back.html' title='Oh, hiya I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>becauseima_girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/tinmate08/th_SHPFiesta009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30196610.post-115815103590428501</id><published>2006-09-13T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T05:37:16.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just felt the need....</title><content type='html'>... to write an entry. It's been what? Who cares anyway? Hahaha. Labo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH, stress is getting in the way. It just keeps on following you wherever you go. Deym! don't you just hate it? Especially when big circles under your eyes start to make you look like a zombie and and your pimples just won't stop popping out? Hahahaha. Rrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's the catch, as for my class, who btw just rocks so bad *winks*, just found the best way to release our stress. . . oh boy, you'll know in time! Mwahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you know what's real?&lt;/em&gt; I just can't get that question off my head. Maybe.... because, because, because!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really want to help you so bad. Dear, I know what you're going through. Unfortunately, I've been there and I know it's not as easy as what the others may think. So please let me help you, trust me. I can't just shut up. It's also bothering me. I don't know why. Maybe because, you're my friend and I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I envy one person (who apparently is a friend of mine, mwahahaha you know how you are)right now and how I wish I'm in her shoes, shiittty, how cheesy can that be?! Tell me. Tell ME.&lt;br /&gt;*Sayonara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30196610-115815103590428501?l=deal-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115815103590428501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30196610&amp;postID=115815103590428501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115815103590428501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115815103590428501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-just-felt-need.html' title='I just felt the need....'/><author><name>becauseima_girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/tinmate08/th_SHPFiesta009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30196610.post-115703730923021304</id><published>2006-08-31T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T08:21:53.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers!</title><content type='html'>Araayt, let's go HOLY! We needed this. Woo! Aglaia dance team just got the approval of the school to join the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Skechers Dance Competition&lt;/span&gt;. And so what about that? When I got the news fresh from coach Jm, I couldn't believe my ears. We've been longing for such opportunity. Now, we can smell the excitement! I immediately told Liza about it and told her to pretend it didn't come from me. I just couldn't help it! I had to vent out the excitement that's boiling up inside me. Wrarr! Anywho, coach Jm finally broke the news to us before the day ended. Ereeyt guys, bring it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At kahit pa hindi kami makapasok sa elimination round,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;what's important to us is the experience we can get from it. More details soon! Stay updated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLASS UNITY = III- Kamalayan. Haaaylaavit classmates. Haaylavyu guys ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm sorry if I've been avoiding you. . . it has nothing to do with you, it's me. I actually thought I could handle this, but I really can't. The freakin' feeling is tearing me apart. =/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is KANSER. KANSER equates to Noli Me Tangere. Noli Me Tangere is reflexive property with joy ride. Joy ride means picture galore. Picture galore is congruent with III-Kamalayan. In short, our batch is off to the AFP theatre tomorrow to watch Kanser: Noli Me Tangere. Oh yuh, this should be fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sayonara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30196610-115703730923021304?l=deal-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115703730923021304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30196610&amp;postID=115703730923021304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115703730923021304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115703730923021304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/2006/08/cheers.html' title='Cheers!'/><author><name>becauseima_girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/tinmate08/th_SHPFiesta009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30196610.post-115684421461865660</id><published>2006-08-29T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T02:44:21.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boohoo.</title><content type='html'>I am. . . mentally and emotionally tired. Wrr. I'm quite getting used to this feeling. What an awful feeling. What's worse is, I feel like I'm going to explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhooo, let's shift mood Tin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehem ehem, Prom Updates! As Anaelle call it, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;PROM 101&lt;/span&gt;! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;It's official, SHS Junior Prom will be on February 10 @ Manila Hotel. Batchmates, there are on-going surveys. Let's all contribute to make our Prom night, a night to remember. Wrarr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last week had been a stressful one for me. Yeah, for me only. I got entanggled to all sorts of problems that I can think of. Nyeeta. Did I do something wrong to deserve this? Ugh! Looking at the brighter side, good thing some were settled. Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--confusion is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;*Sayonara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30196610-115684421461865660?l=deal-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115684421461865660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30196610&amp;postID=115684421461865660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115684421461865660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115684421461865660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/2006/08/boohoo.html' title='Boohoo.'/><author><name>becauseima_girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/tinmate08/th_SHPFiesta009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30196610.post-115642895301498211</id><published>2006-08-24T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T07:20:58.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not OKAY.</title><content type='html'>I WANT TO SCREAM. SCREAM! SCREAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not okay. I'm not okay. I'm not okay. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks, I've been confused. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30196610-115642895301498211?l=deal-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115642895301498211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30196610&amp;postID=115642895301498211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115642895301498211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115642895301498211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-not-okay.html' title='I&apos;m not OKAY.'/><author><name>becauseima_girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/tinmate08/th_SHPFiesta009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30196610.post-115600415707489388</id><published>2006-08-19T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T09:17:15.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I'm writing this entry. It's almost 12 midnight and I should be sleeping. Err, and and still have to wake up early tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY! Hun, it's taking a while for things to sink in to me. First quarter has just ended and second quarter's making it's way in! Hahaha! I don't want to see the results of my exams. Oh yeah, I didn't expect Trigo to be harder than Geom. I mean, I love Trigo while I'm not really into Geom. BUT NO! Haha. I enjoyed Geom while I got a headache with Trigo. And shiiittyy fudge! I messed up with Chem coz' I forgot the significant numbers! &lt;em&gt;Kaya pala ang hahaba ng sagot :)) &lt;/em&gt;Now I know. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, let's enjoy the long weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was indeed, flyday for all of us. I'm sure as hell that most of the students went out yesterday! 101% sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Alam mo yung feeling na palaboy-laboy ka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Yeah. The feeling was great parreh! I won't be detailing what exactly happened yesterday but can I just say, it went great even though we didn't plan for it. &lt;em&gt;Ika nga, mas masaya pagbiglaan.&lt;/em&gt; I saw some of my old friends! Aaah! We (Celina, Isabel and I) went to Mcdo to hang-out, National to check out some books, Ateneo to watch the parade (why really christine mate?! hahaha), Moro to visit Ap and back to Mcdo to eat again. Hey, I missed teetee too! ;) &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;The rest is history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just came home from &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Martin's surprise party.&lt;/span&gt; Haha! SURPRISE! Happy 16th! We went to Martin's place and prepared a little something something for him. We waited for him for hours (aba lalo na sila Jay, haha) and finally around 9pm he arrived! He got speechless when he entered his room! Guys, you should have seen the look on his face. Btw, hey Triiiiiiixie :) :) :) I owe you a kwento and you owe me one too! It's finally nice to meet Elo in person. Aheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I went out with &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;my girlfriends (Jen&amp;Kat)&lt;/span&gt; this afternoon. We watched &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Butterfly Effect 2&lt;/span&gt; and shopped in Glorietta. I missed this! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I missed you guys as well! Grabe, the guy in the MRT freaked me out big time. Puucha. &lt;em&gt;Tama lang na lumabas tayo, I really sensed something bad.&lt;/em&gt; Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night spent for studying is now all worth-it. &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;This is life after a stressful week.&lt;/span&gt; You can just imagine what we (juniors) went through the past two weeks. It was hell baby. I got circles under my eyes and pimples on my forehead. Dehmm that, haha. Why christine, this is third year, by now you should know how it works. What's important IS it's all over. OVER. O-V-E-R. Thank God! I can get my beautiful sleep. We deserve this people. We deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now, for tomorrow. . . siyempre. &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Did I say let's make the most out of this long weekend?&lt;/span&gt; Not yet. &lt;em&gt;So yan,&lt;/em&gt; make the most out of it. &lt;em&gt;Yung iba nga eh, pa-out of town pang nalalaman eh.&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha. Oha? What's waiting for me tomorrow? Training at LGV with YFC friends. This should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, don't forget your swimsuits, kaykay? HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, my eyes won't listen to me. I'm getting sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--ohwell?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sayonara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30196610-115600415707489388?l=deal-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115600415707489388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30196610&amp;postID=115600415707489388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115600415707489388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115600415707489388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/2006/08/finally.html' title='FINALLY!'/><author><name>becauseima_girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/tinmate08/th_SHPFiesta009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30196610.post-115531045092112226</id><published>2006-08-11T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T08:34:10.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss....</title><content type='html'>*Stttrreeeeeeecccchhh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's friday and I'm in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;l-o-v-e!&lt;/span&gt; No no, not that kind of love. I mean, friday is rest day. Yes, not fly day for us juniors. . .okay, for us high school students who will be taking their exams next week. Exams are fast approaching. Mmm yes, a lil' scared. AP ENTREP AND CHEM all together in one day? Tsssh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;What a week!&lt;/span&gt; Damn those requirements! Screw those deadlines! &amp;&amp;amp; bury those long tests! Aack, see how stressful? Stressful indeed. I managed to survive though. Aheee *cheers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naman!&lt;/em&gt; It's 11 in the evening and here I am, blogging the night away. Eeh. I just finished my communication exercise in english ("when I fall in love, ________", what's yours?) and reaction paper in entrep. I miss having 12 hours of sleep. Really. I mean now, these days, I hardly get enough sleep. No wonder I look like a zombie in the morning. Big circles under my eyes, pimples everywhere and lousy face. Ugh! Stress is getting in the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aynaako. Screw that klepto! Whoever that insensitive creature, you're not getting away with this. The big boss up there sees you! Aynaaako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started to make reviewers for some subjects and I hope to finish them all this weekend. Oh! I'm off to Oakwood with Beshie tomorrow. Aheeee. Yes I know, exams exams. &lt;em&gt;Exams din niya. &lt;/em&gt;So, we'll study together. But of course, since she just turned 17, we will be celebrating it also. Yayy yayy! Time flies so fast! I'm turning what this year? Weeeeeh :)) &lt;em&gt;Joke lang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I miiiss. . . . . but I don't want to. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--off to Neverland! (hahahaha, do you get me? yes! you!)&lt;br /&gt;*Sayonara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30196610-115531045092112226?l=deal-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115531045092112226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30196610&amp;postID=115531045092112226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115531045092112226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115531045092112226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-miss.html' title='I miss....'/><author><name>becauseima_girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/tinmate08/th_SHPFiesta009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30196610.post-115504435390295076</id><published>2006-08-08T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T06:39:13.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh dear</title><content type='html'>Haaaay, I can't wait till exams are over. I just want to sleep and wake up the day after exams. The past few days have been very busy for juniors. What can I say? &lt;em&gt;Eh third year tayo eh. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp; I feel like a thousand knives are stabbed in my heart =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to Oakwood this weekend with friends. Woohooo. And people this is&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Ayy shoox, &lt;em&gt;exams na next week.&lt;/em&gt; Yes I know, I'll study there anyway &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--reports, presentations, reviewers &amp;&amp;amp; quizzes. (but waiiit, there's more! :)) haha keeeds)&lt;br /&gt;*Sayonara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30196610-115504435390295076?l=deal-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115504435390295076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30196610&amp;postID=115504435390295076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115504435390295076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115504435390295076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-dear.html' title='Oh dear'/><author><name>becauseima_girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/tinmate08/th_SHPFiesta009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30196610.post-115434189164509834</id><published>2006-07-31T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T03:31:31.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Err, what's wrong with me?</title><content type='html'>Is it really me or is it you? Hmm, I think it's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Colorful&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;abstract.&lt;/span&gt; That's how the past few days have been for me. It's for me to know and for you to just leave it be. Hookaay? Just don't mind this non-sense thing I am talking about. I feel. . . yes, I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I have to share this with you guys. It is really funny :)) Here's the &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt; I had with my mom yesterday during the mass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Peace be with you--&lt;br /&gt;I kissed mommy and she kissed me back. We both smiled to some people in our left and right, then the those at the back. THEN. . .&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Tin, may dalawang gwapo sa likod natin&lt;br /&gt;Tin: Oo nga eh.&lt;br /&gt;--Communion--&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the back when mommy held my hand. . .&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Tin, wag mo sila tignan.&lt;br /&gt;Tin: Ha?&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Ako nalang titingin&lt;br /&gt;*Sabay tingin sa likod*&lt;br /&gt;Tin: Mommy?!?! Di sila tinitignan ko, tinitignan ko kung maikli na yung pila at kung pwede na tayo mag-communion!&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Ah ganun ba?&lt;br /&gt;Tin: Oo! Ano kba, di ako sumusunod ng tingin sa mga lalaki, di ako ganun.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Ows? Talaga?&lt;br /&gt;=)) =)) =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with the world lately? :)) Ang kuliiit :)) :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that when I started to like the arnis thing in our p.e, now we're almost through with it?Deeeym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err, Jade and some friends really did left something in my head. NOW IT'S STUCK. TAE. Maaaygulay o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outreach on Wednesday. This should be fun &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--loads of schoolwork&lt;br /&gt;*Sayonara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30196610-115434189164509834?l=deal-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115434189164509834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30196610&amp;postID=115434189164509834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115434189164509834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115434189164509834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/2006/07/err-whats-wrong-with-me.html' title='Err, what&apos;s wrong with me?'/><author><name>becauseima_girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/tinmate08/th_SHPFiesta009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30196610.post-115381828400620046</id><published>2006-07-25T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T02:04:44.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YES YES YES.</title><content type='html'>I'm not the typical girl who loves flowers or chocolates. Okay, yes, you can melt a girl's heart with such things but definitely not my heart. I just don't appreciate it. HAHA. I also don't like to receive cheesy quotes, err it's just not me. &lt;em&gt;Ewan ko? Baka lalaki ako? =))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT BUT BUT! I'm not hard as a stone, of course I do get flattered too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You. . . what can I say? You just know how to . . . . Yes! Boy, you just did. Hmm. I tell you, you got me there ;) Smiles smiles smiles, big smiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop it! Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe. Breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there school tomorrow? Err, It's too cold outside which makes me too lazy to go to school. And with this kind of weather? Who would want to wake up early? Not me. Definitely not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--a warm jacket won't make me feel warm&lt;br /&gt;*Sayonara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30196610-115381828400620046?l=deal-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115381828400620046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30196610&amp;postID=115381828400620046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115381828400620046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115381828400620046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/2006/07/yes-yes-yes.html' title='YES YES YES.'/><author><name>becauseima_girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/tinmate08/th_SHPFiesta009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30196610.post-115379655954081632</id><published>2006-07-24T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T20:02:39.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do I know what's real?</title><content type='html'>Hahahaha is all I cay say about my previous entry. Err. How pathetic, why did I write such entry? Tsssh. Don't mind it, okay? OKAY. Anywaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;so so&lt;/span&gt; damn cold outside. I was suppose to buy load for my cellphone but then it's too cold. Err. Yeah, &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;ginawin ako eh. So later nalang?&lt;/span&gt; Woohoo. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;NO CLASSES&lt;/span&gt; again? Should I be happy? Well, three things. . 1.) She should be talking to me by this time 2.) Another stress-free day means yehey for all high school students, I know right? HAHA 3.) All quizzes are now jammed packed tomorrow. Oh, very nice? NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;should &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;be doing today... I should:&lt;br /&gt;1.) Fix my &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;brother dear's&lt;/span&gt; album&lt;br /&gt;2.) Finish answering these err &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;pagsasanay papers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Load &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; cellphone (HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;4.) Prepare my outfits for tomorrow's &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Pinoi reporting&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Panel Discussion&lt;/span&gt; (?)&lt;br /&gt;5.) Write a &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;new entry&lt;/span&gt; for Media&lt;br /&gt;6.) Check my &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;e-mail&lt;/span&gt; if Kuya Mico has answered back already&lt;br /&gt;7.) Err, start working on my Reading Report (I apparently have a poem already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm hmm, I guess that's it. That's a lot right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel terrible about the three things that have been bugging me for weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and. . . was that last night? Or the other night? I think the other night. .  It was was was. . . EH. Whew. Was that for real? I mean, how can you like someone through incredible conversations only? Okay, I take back "only". I actually enjoy our conversations. &lt;em&gt;Pero diba?&lt;/em&gt; You hardly see that person to get actually attracted to that person. Tell me. Tell me. &lt;em&gt;DIBA?&lt;/em&gt; So &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;how do you know what's real?&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, &lt;em&gt;kung alam lang niya&lt;/em&gt;. . . :) &lt;em&gt;Kung alam lang nga niya,&lt;/em&gt; but NO! :)) In time boy, in time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainy, rainy day. Storm heading your way. Hahaha. What a non-sense.  Gotta bounce &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again. . .  NO CLASSES :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--fixing brother dear's album&lt;br /&gt;*Sayonara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30196610-115379655954081632?l=deal-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115379655954081632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30196610&amp;postID=115379655954081632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115379655954081632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115379655954081632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-do-i-know-whats-real.html' title='How do I know what&apos;s real?'/><author><name>becauseima_girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/tinmate08/th_SHPFiesta009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30196610.post-115365567673709276</id><published>2006-07-23T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T04:54:36.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bad at everything.</title><content type='html'>Wala ako makausap. And I feel so depressed right now. Malupet. I miss kuya. Wala akong makausap. Ang tahimik sa bahay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lousy friend. Garrr. I feel awful for making you feel that way. Garrr. I really really don't want to lose you. Potaaa. No. I won't let that happen. I swear. I'll make it up to you. I promise I will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this one has been bugging me for weeks now. Dati okay na eh biglang eto. . .  =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you? Ano ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord give me sings. Kuya talk to me! Ay, mukhang malabo. So, just show up in my dreams and tell me what am I supposed to do with all of these. Wala. I feel like it's me against the world. See? I feel so damn alone. I have no one to talk to with this. Ayoko din magkwento sa ibang tao. Di naman nila maiinitindihan. Ewan. I mean, diba? Garrr. EWAN KO :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sayonara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30196610-115365567673709276?l=deal-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115365567673709276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30196610&amp;postID=115365567673709276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115365567673709276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115365567673709276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-bad-at-everything.html' title='I&apos;m bad at everything.'/><author><name>becauseima_girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/tinmate08/th_SHPFiesta009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30196610.post-115339898289162677</id><published>2006-07-20T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T07:39:36.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will this ever stop?</title><content type='html'>I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's one and only love, Beth (and her friends) dropped by this afternoon. We talked for several minutes. The usual, hi and hello. How are you and how was school. When my mom got home, she showed Beth and friends some of kuya's stuff. Some of which I haven't seen or at least read, for that matter. I saw this booklet which was given to us (I have one also) a year ago during our seminar. Btw, we (kuya and I) attended a some kind of unleashing your highest potential seminar. I never got to read his notes there in real detail. He just tells me some of the things he puts there. I guess I really didn't bother. It's kind of personal. He wrote there this and really, again, melted my heart. &lt;strong&gt;"Tin is the closest person I can talk to".&lt;/strong&gt; What am I supposed to feel diba? GOD. I was in awe. I never thought he would write that. He's never been that vocal with his feelings. He just shows it through his actions but he never really tells it to you. I should know him better diba? But this was something. . . . aww. Diba? Okay, I held back my tears, didn't want to cry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Browsing through the pages, I saw this poem. I CAN REALLY REALLY RELATE WELL WITH IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I Only Knew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time that I'd see you fall asleep,&lt;br /&gt;I would tuck you in more tightly and pray to the Lord&lt;br /&gt;your soul to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time I'd see you walk out the door,&lt;br /&gt;I would give you a hug and kiss, and call you back for one more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time I'd hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;lifted up in praise,&lt;br /&gt;I would videotape each action and word so I could play&lt;br /&gt;them back day after day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time, I would spare an extra&lt;br /&gt;minute or two to stop and say "I love you,"&lt;br /&gt;instead of assuming you would know I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just in case I might be wrong and today is all I get.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say how much I love you and I hope you'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is not promised to anyone young and old alike,&lt;br /&gt;and today might be the last chance for you to get hold&lt;br /&gt;of your loved ones tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today?&lt;br /&gt;For if tomorrow never comes, you'll surely regret the day&lt;br /&gt;that you didn't take extra time for a smile, a hug or a kiss,&lt;br /&gt;and you were too busy to grant someone what turned out&lt;br /&gt;to be their one last wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold your loved ones close today and&lt;br /&gt;whisper in their ear,&lt;br /&gt;Tell them how much you love them and&lt;br /&gt;that you'll always hold them dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to say "I love you,"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry,"&lt;br /&gt;"Please forgive me," "Thank you," or&lt;br /&gt;"It's okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if tomorrow never comes,&lt;br /&gt;will have no regrets about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enought with this. As I've said, I just know, this feeling will never go away. I miss him. I terribly miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all greet Trixie Segundo a &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;3 Yeah yeah. This young lady turns 15 today. Whatchasay? Hey you Soulmate, love you so. I know you know that ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What's up tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We're off to Eastwood. See ya there! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--our friggin' mouse is starting to deteriorate. UGH? Tapos speaker namin sira. So what about our computer is slowly rotting :)) ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;*Sayonara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30196610-115339898289162677?l=deal-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115339898289162677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30196610&amp;postID=115339898289162677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115339898289162677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115339898289162677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/2006/07/will-this-ever-stop.html' title='Will this ever stop?'/><author><name>becauseima_girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/tinmate08/th_SHPFiesta009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30196610.post-115322973695755404</id><published>2006-07-18T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T06:35:36.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daarrn this</title><content type='html'>I really, as in really, miss dancing. Malupet =/ How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU AGLAIA! I miss the dance floor. I miss our ever cool coach Jm. I miss THIRD YEAR kulitan blues. I miss the adrenaline rush whenever we dance. Wuhoo. I terribly miss dancing. I'LL BE BACK NEXT QUARTER! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang, naisip ko lang kasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sayonara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30196610-115322973695755404?l=deal-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115322973695755404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30196610&amp;postID=115322973695755404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115322973695755404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115322973695755404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/2006/07/daarrn-this.html' title='Daarrn this'/><author><name>becauseima_girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/tinmate08/th_SHPFiesta009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30196610.post-115303290315702043</id><published>2006-07-15T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T23:57:33.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Major Ka-duper Hangover</title><content type='html'>Shyeet. The event last night really, I mean really, rocked my world big time. &lt;em&gt;Pati mga taong kasama ko&lt;/em&gt; that night,&lt;em&gt; sobrang&lt;/em&gt; I still can't get them out of my head. I mean, &lt;em&gt;yung kagaguhan lang naman. HAHA. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persona 1: Ang gago talaga, para kang lasing :))&lt;br /&gt;Persona 2: I actually thought magkakasama tayo.&lt;br /&gt;Persona 3&amp;4: Ang sweet niyo, shyeet naman.&lt;br /&gt;Personas (barkada): You guys remind me so much of my brother&lt;br /&gt;Persona 5: There was something in your eyes, HAHAHAHA name mo? =))&lt;br /&gt;Persona 6&amp;amp;7: Isa pa kayong dalawa! Naman! Whew. Sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;Persona 8: Thanks girl, you made my night. More missions to come!&lt;br /&gt;Persona 9: Cheer! Cheer! Wuuhoo! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Persona 10: Nagpagwapo pa kasi sa mga baklush, sumabit tuloy ireng jacket. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Araayt, there you go. I just had to express whatever I had to say to them. HAHAHAHA. Please Tin, get over it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my morning at the mall with mom. I had to buy something for this special person ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So let's do a recall of whatever happened a few days ago.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for the two days of suspension of classes. Friday was a bummer. I really thought PGMA did announce that there will be no more classes for both grade school and high school. Unfortunately she took back what she said. Suckaah. Left us all, high school students, cram for the next day. Hahaha. Anyway, I love the cold weather. My jacket keeps me warm. Right ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIGH SCHOOL HIGH @ Claret School of Quezon City &lt;/strong&gt;( go see &lt;a href="http://christiine.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;my multiply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, arayt?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Communication Exercise #3!&lt;br /&gt;*Sayonara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30196610-115303290315702043?l=deal-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115303290315702043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30196610&amp;postID=115303290315702043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115303290315702043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115303290315702043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/2006/07/major-ka-duper-hangover.html' title='Major Ka-duper Hangover'/><author><name>becauseima_girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/tinmate08/th_SHPFiesta009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30196610.post-115270401708037162</id><published>2006-07-12T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T04:42:26.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>Yeah, classes were suspended. RIGHT ON :D I looove thy weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never get tired of saying this phrase. . . &lt;em&gt;laughing out loud makes the pain pass by.&lt;/em&gt; True. So, true. HAHAHA. Shyeeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? &lt;em&gt;Ikaw pa rin eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--what is this I'm going through?&lt;br /&gt;*Sayonara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30196610-115270401708037162?l=deal-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115270401708037162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30196610&amp;postID=115270401708037162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115270401708037162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115270401708037162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/2006/07/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>becauseima_girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/tinmate08/th_SHPFiesta009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30196610.post-115252988233974702</id><published>2006-07-10T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T04:11:22.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadly, nothing can make my day alright</title><content type='html'>. . . I sat at the corner of my room and tears started to roll down my eyes. I don't know why but the memories I had with my brother started to hunt me again. Whenever I would hear the songs he used to play in his guitar, the agony inside of me grows stronger. Again, I realized that our dreams together were crashed into pieces. It hit me hard that what seems to be left are nothing but dust. And again, I never realized I would lose the only brother I had. I thought I have cried my eyes out already. But looks like, I have my whole life to live, crying and mourning for losing the brother I only had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard the song "Minsan Lang Kita Iibigin" it reminded me &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt; of him. I had to sit in one corner and cry it all out. I wanted to talk to a friend but I did not want them to feel sorry for me. Besides, this is my problem and I have to deal with it on my own. So, I decided not to anymore. These are the times I want to be left alone. I talk to the walls. I felt weak and yeah, I missed my brother's presence a lot. It freaked me out actually. Coz' how am I going to deal with the problems yet to come? I guess I should learn to be strong for myself. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL . . . I just had to vent this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body still hurts so bad. I mean, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;really really&lt;/span&gt; bad. I can hardly walk especially when going up and down. Hala naman?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ay ay ay.&lt;/span&gt; Whatttaaday for BGs! HAHAHA. Royt guys? We have plans. We have plans. Hmm, hmm, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;we have PLANS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--study for a quiz&lt;br /&gt;*Sayonara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30196610-115252988233974702?l=deal-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115252988233974702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30196610&amp;postID=115252988233974702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115252988233974702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115252988233974702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/2006/07/sadly-nothing-can-make-my-day-alright.html' title='Sadly, nothing can make my day alright'/><author><name>becauseima_girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/tinmate08/th_SHPFiesta009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30196610.post-115244771405330529</id><published>2006-07-09T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T05:21:54.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I wandered lonely as a cloud"</title><content type='html'>Argh. Simile. Metaphor. Greatest. Strength. . . . Nothing seems to fit my strength. Think tin, THINK!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;BLANK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while I run out of metaphors and simile to use, I edited my blog for media and wrote my introduction. Yeey! Link? Ehe. &lt;em&gt;Next time nalang, pag may entry na :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . a sweet surprise, swept me off my feet. (HAHAHAHAHAH ulul! :)) :)) :)) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--ENGLISH pa rin. Shut up and think tin, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;*Sayonara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30196610-115244771405330529?l=deal-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115244771405330529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30196610&amp;postID=115244771405330529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115244771405330529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115244771405330529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-wandered-lonely-as-cloud.html' title='&quot;I wandered lonely as a cloud&quot;'/><author><name>becauseima_girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/tinmate08/th_SHPFiesta009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30196610.post-115228052185475828</id><published>2006-07-07T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T06:55:21.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling strange.</title><content type='html'>I don't know what's wrong with my world lately. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30196610-115228052185475828?l=deal-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115228052185475828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30196610&amp;postID=115228052185475828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115228052185475828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115228052185475828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/2006/07/feeling-strange.html' title='Feeling strange.'/><author><name>becauseima_girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/tinmate08/th_SHPFiesta009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30196610.post-115191811266847229</id><published>2006-07-03T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T02:15:12.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and now what happens? tell me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;On the way home, thoughts started to flood me again. Ghaaar, don't you just hate the feeling?:(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins and I &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;crashed galleria&lt;/span&gt; last weekend and &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;spent the night in Holiday Inn&lt;/span&gt;. Btw btw, I &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;saw a friend there&lt;/span&gt;. Woohoo! Yeah right tin :)) Anyway, it was a blast. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;It's our reunion slash birthday thing for kuya.&lt;/span&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN KUYA :) Our parents didn't join us on purpose. It actually made it perfect! HAHA. We took lots of pictures and had lots of neoprints. We killed time in timezone, just danced and sang the day away. Oh and we watched Superman. Yeah, t'was okay. He's hot, we all know that. But the thing is, &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;what's with the curl in his hair?&lt;/span&gt; It's annoying! Haha. I really missed them all, especially Nikka. We haven't done this in ages. Good thing, our 'family thing' was settled and now we're back to normal. This is only the beginning of our endless sleepovers and gimmicks just like when we were younger. Yaahu! I wish I could tell you more about it but I have to make this short coz' I have books and projects waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .they told her to just forget about it. It was the hardest thing she could ever do. What's the matter girl? They even told her to call it even and just treat him as a friend, like the old times. I mean for me, that ain't easy. "SHE" refers to a friend of mine. Let's leave it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I want to stay and write about stuffs here, I really have to run. Gotta bouce ya people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--AP project&lt;br /&gt;p.s I'm not cramming (sige na nga, slight! hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;*Sayonara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30196610-115191811266847229?l=deal-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115191811266847229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30196610&amp;postID=115191811266847229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115191811266847229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115191811266847229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-now-what-happens-tell-me.html' title='and now what happens? tell me.'/><author><name>becauseima_girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/tinmate08/th_SHPFiesta009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30196610.post-115168158682913213</id><published>2006-06-30T07:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T08:55:06.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What then?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My brother just turned 17 yesterday.&lt;/span&gt; Yesterday was his 40th day at the same time. Cool huh? Love you much kuya *kiss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just weird to know, that after I convinced myself that this is how it's going to be, here you are, trying to tell me something. After realizing . . . . . . . . . and after feeling strange about these feelings for you . . . . . . you tell me something that will linger inside my head. I thought of you almost everyday. But after that one night. . . . . . . &lt;em&gt;wala lang.&lt;/em&gt; I realized something. &lt;em&gt;So eto, okay na sa akin yun.&lt;/em&gt; Then all of a sudden. . . . . .garr. &lt;em&gt;Diba?&lt;/em&gt; Isn't it just confusing? When you don't know where to place yourself? &lt;em&gt;Bahala na si batman.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Sa akin lang,&lt;/em&gt; it's the friendship I don't want to risk. That's that. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;. . . and I miss kuya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;sincere&lt;/span&gt; sorry I was waiting for, thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ms. Malayas&lt;/span&gt;. I felt great after I shared my realizations about life and death. The fact that I was able to let other people witness how God greatly worked in our lives was fulfilling. Although, when I had to share how much it hurts to lose a brother, it was again heart-breaking. Imagine. &lt;em&gt;4 na beses ko shnare, &lt;/em&gt;in short, &lt;em&gt;sa whole batch, tapos akala ko naiyak ko na lahat,&lt;/em&gt; but no, I just can't help but cry. Anyway, &lt;em&gt;at least nalalabas ko yung mga di ko maiyak sa bahay.&lt;/em&gt; I have to put up the cheerful smile so that my parents, especially my mom, won't be feeling sad again. So. . &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It's hard to talk to the walls you know?&lt;/span&gt; It's really hard when you have no one to vent out your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to Holiday Inn with my cousins tomorrow. Rarrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sayonara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30196610-115168158682913213?l=deal-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115168158682913213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30196610&amp;postID=115168158682913213' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115168158682913213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115168158682913213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-then.html' title='What then?'/><author><name>becauseima_girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/tinmate08/th_SHPFiesta009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30196610.post-115140936550206131</id><published>2006-06-27T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T04:56:05.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better</title><content type='html'>I am feeling much much better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kinikilig ako. . . .&lt;/em&gt; why? &lt;em&gt;B---A---S---T---A. &lt;/em&gt;Hey, it's not what you think. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to enjoy our CL class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;--HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAAAAAAAAAXIIINE! Love you muchy muchy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sayonara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30196610-115140936550206131?l=deal-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115140936550206131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30196610&amp;postID=115140936550206131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115140936550206131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115140936550206131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/2006/06/better.html' title='Better'/><author><name>becauseima_girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/tinmate08/th_SHPFiesta009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30196610.post-115132618074203174</id><published>2006-06-26T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T05:53:25.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Tama friends ko, akala ko matalino ka?&lt;/em&gt; Honestly, I actually liked your personality even though some of my friends didn't. I just like how you carry yourself very well. But I guess you were too confident, that you don't even care if you hurt somebody's feelings. I'm now one of the few people who got hurt with all that shit you had to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lahat na sabihin mo, lahat na bigyan mo ng comment. . .&lt;/em&gt; but for crying out loud, not to those people you don't even know and you're not even sure what is the whole story behind it. I tell you, if you continue doing that, you might get into trouble. So if I were you, I'd just keep my mouth shut. I need not elaborate the things you said there. I totally respect your opinion &lt;em&gt;kahit nakakasakit.&lt;/em&gt; What can I do? &lt;em&gt;Ganyan ka eh.&lt;/em&gt; I already made a comment and I guess that's it. Of course, I can't just sit here and let this pass by without doing at least something. Please &lt;em&gt;l&lt;ck.&gt;ang,&lt;/em&gt; konting respeto dahil hindi ka naman namatayan. &lt;/em&gt;Worst, &lt;em&gt;hindi ka pa nawawalan ng super close na kapatid.&lt;/em&gt; Got that? I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all my concerned friends :) Salamat :) I'll pray for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sayonara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30196610-115132618074203174?l=deal-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115132618074203174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30196610&amp;postID=115132618074203174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115132618074203174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115132618074203174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>becauseima_girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/tinmate08/th_SHPFiesta009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30196610.post-115124193518580934</id><published>2006-06-25T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T06:25:35.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I'm crazy, but laughing out loud makes the pain pass by</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;No one seems to understand what I'm going through. Sadly, I think no one will. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up so darn early to go to mass at 7:30am. Woopie. Sorry =/ It's just my whole body hurts and I can barely stand up this morning. Btw, we had our physical fitness test yesterday morning. Gaah. Now, I just realized that my body's not used to working out anymore. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WHAAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. . . and did I tell you what event I joined in for our intrams? Hah. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don't ask.&lt;/span&gt; But hey, I'm good at it. Seriously ;) I will let you know. . . maybe soon. HAHA. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Surprisingly&lt;/span&gt;, I did not join rhythmic. Woaah. But a part of me felt envious. I mean, I love to dance. It's just this time, I have to stay focus. I'm really &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;determined &lt;/span&gt;to make a difference this school year and I am inspired by my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I was not able to attend an activity in YFC, &lt;em&gt;again.&lt;/em&gt; We had to go to my cousin Carl's birthday party. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy Yey baby Carl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sayonara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30196610-115124193518580934?l=deal-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115124193518580934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30196610&amp;postID=115124193518580934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115124193518580934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115124193518580934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/2006/06/maybe-im-crazy-but-laughing-out-loud.html' title='Maybe I&apos;m crazy, but laughing out loud makes the pain pass by'/><author><name>becauseima_girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/tinmate08/th_SHPFiesta009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30196610.post-115115145909785758</id><published>2006-06-24T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T05:17:39.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1846/1329/1600/SHP%20Fiesta%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1846/1329/320/SHP%20Fiesta%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally lost. You see, I actually deleted my posts for no good reason at all. I just felt like deleting it. Maybe I just got bored with it already. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Trixie, Tiffany and I went to check on the library of UP this afternoon. We went there only to find out that they're only open for outsiders every wednesday. Darn that. So much for trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be posting entries as often like before. Busy? I mean now? Not really. I just want to keep myself busy with shitloads of school work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When it hurts so much what can I do? when everything is wrong what should I do? and when someone is fake what should I think? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**Nothing could make my day alright.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to have dinner with the Villamayor family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---friends, just read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sayonara*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30196610-115115145909785758?l=deal-with-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115115145909785758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30196610&amp;postID=115115145909785758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115115145909785758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30196610/posts/default/115115145909785758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deal-with-me.blogspot.com/2006/06/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>becauseima_girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/tinmate08/th_SHPFiesta009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
