<?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-8731541</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:48:39.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>musicfreak_at_purple_star</title><subtitle type='html'>muSicfreAk.... yeah that's me....

purpLemaniac... juSt looovvvvE tHe coLor...

stars.... theYre ssssOOOooo cccUUUtttte!!!


if my life was a shortstory what would be its title???

a dReam iS a wiSh yoUr heaRt maKes....

</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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>179</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8731541.post-3363632802831065689</id><published>2007-12-07T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T21:05:07.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woopeedee.:)</title><content type='html'>I've never been this hyper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was stormy, but later last night, the sun shone brightly. Weird, right? But that's just how it went. I think I won't be able to go into details though, since I'm too high right now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am sooo mixed up. One moment the world's crashing down on me, and then this. Haha. I may be going ballistic already, but for the good.:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. We had Carolfest practice a while ago. It was stressful at the beginning, we were bickering and debating on almost every single detail. It was hard to control what I had in mind, as the atmosphere was getting more and more toxic already. Hopefully tomorrow things would change and we'd be able to accomplish the basic stuff for our presentation. *high, high hopes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of schoolwork are in store for me this weekend. Ohmy. There's the difficult and not to mention, many problems for the Algeb probset, the nosebleed-causing Florante and Laura, a MAPEH Long Test, a Biology quiz, the Visual Basic project for ICT...and oh, maybe that's just about it. Hopefully. Since if that's not the whole thing yet then I'll go crazy. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. To the rest of the world that won't be busy with academics this weekend, go and have fun.:) It's 18 days to go before Christmas, shop till you drop, friends!  Let's not forget the true spirit of this season though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace y'all.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-3363632802831065689?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/3363632802831065689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=3363632802831065689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/3363632802831065689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/3363632802831065689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/12/woopeedee.html' title='Woopeedee.:)'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-4916115581239161556</id><published>2007-12-06T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T19:27:46.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless Rants.</title><content type='html'>Nothing will ever be enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've given more than I imagined I could ever give. I saw changes within myself, some for the better, although most of them were for the worse. My dad said I was slowly killing myself, with too much of what I was doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those sacrifices, all the tears and hardships, so far they've reaped fruits good only for the wastebasket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the first time I've felt disappointed, but surely this is the first that I felt that I've given so much, and yet I couldn't feel even a small drop of accomplishment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What comes up most come down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's high-time I realize that last year is way different than this one. Maybe it's time that I accept the fact that the only time for me was that of the past year and not this one. It's better that I set more realistic goals now, because another fall like this would surely make me go beyond ballistic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm ranting like there's no tomorrow. Maybe a little later my nerves would settle, but for now, this is the only outlet I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but I surely won't forget the people who tried to cheer me up. You know who you are, thanks. :-* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I just have to be happy that I'm doing all that I can, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-4916115581239161556?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/4916115581239161556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=4916115581239161556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/4916115581239161556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/4916115581239161556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/12/useless-rants.html' title='Useless Rants.'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-9061251156075328259</id><published>2007-12-03T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T19:27:01.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Beeeeeeeeep</title><content type='html'>Oh, I am going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't nice when everyone's cheery and you're in the corner going emo. :| I really don't need these mood swings right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think straight or do anything properly. C'mon. Get me out of this phase. Anyone can help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-kaay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's real hard to write anything sensible right now. All I have are jumbled thoughts, my mind's in a topsy-turvy right now, one of the things I dislike the most, so please bear with me. There won't be any nice posts till who-knows-when. &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/8731541-9061251156075328259?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/9061251156075328259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=9061251156075328259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/9061251156075328259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/9061251156075328259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/12/long-beeeeeeeeep.html' title='The Long Beeeeeeeeep'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-6903408482283959035</id><published>2007-11-29T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T20:28:22.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daaance.x)</title><content type='html'>So it's all muscle cramps for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what you get after a day of non-stop dancing, no eating and no drinking. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda fun, but stressing. Really. Imagine this: a dance competition in merely 2 hours, and 2 more combos to memorize. C'mon. I had no choice but to learn.&lt;br /&gt;The combos were pretty hard, especially for me. I bet the other people learnt it in as easy as 1-2-3, as for me though, I was confused and I didn't know what to do most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 12.30 I was like..&lt;em&gt;Good luck nalang sakin&lt;/em&gt;...because I still had a hard time learning the other combinations. I was praying and such, hoping that I won't mess up and ruin everything for the group. [The group dances super well, friends, I looked like the black sheep.=))]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that we were going to be the last to peform, so I was relaxing for quite a while. [And was watching the other groups, who amazed me so muuuch.:)] Around ten minutes before the dance, we had to make the ending sequence, we decided it to be just all stunts, since we didn't have enough time to learn another combo. [Talk about cramming.] After practicing several freezes, I felt little stones in my eyes. Abnormal.:)) Anyway. I felt like crying since it was really painful, but I had to hold it back, since, in just a few moments, we were going to do the actual dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about the dance, the judges said that we lacked energy. Boo-hoo. But still, it was a nice try [or so we thought] since we only learned the combos just a couple of hours before the competition itself. So maybe, given more time, we would be able to execute it nicely. Yay.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Switch mood. Let's all pray for our country. Something's about to happen. With the coup just a while ago, and now the curfew. Let's hope nothing bad happens, no blood that will be shed, and people to be left in peace. Our country needs our prayers right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-6903408482283959035?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/6903408482283959035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=6903408482283959035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/6903408482283959035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/6903408482283959035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/11/daaancex.html' title='daaance.x)'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-4309365857752914620</id><published>2007-11-26T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T18:36:59.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:|</title><content type='html'>If there’s one thing that you certainly know how to do, it’s how to make me feel invisible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are certainly someone very dear to me, someone whom I consider a silver lining during very trying days. You are that dose of sunshine that brightens up my gloomy and at times really downcast moods. I thought that nothing wrong could go in between us, that there would always be a tight bond, that you would be one of the reasons why I’m happy amidst this very confusing and exhausting world I know dwell in. But from what I can see now, all these promising thoughts have turned into a cold barrier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To other people, you stayed the same, the warm, cheerful and kind person whom you can rely on. But things changed between us. You have a hard time looking me in the eye, you turn your back on me when I’m in the vicinity, you put a halt to conversations that I would start. These things are just some of the changes that we have undergone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the coldness that you have shown me for the past couple of months, I have a hard time getting real mad at you though. I can’t hate you, no matter what other people tell me, I just shrug of the silly theories they say whenever I breakdown and cry about what has happened to us. It’s crazy, because some of them say rude things about you and I go about defending you, saying how good natured you really are, and they’ve just misunderstood your actions. But there’s one thing that I couldn’t defend about you though, it’s whenever they ask why you always manage to make me feel inferior and send me crying out into the darkness of the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has happened to us? Did something really change? I knew we had petty misunderstandings before, but did that really distort our friendship? I hope not, because our friendship is one of the rare things I cling to, especially in this vulnerable state of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry if I have done something wrong to upset you, and I terribly miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-4309365857752914620?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/4309365857752914620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=4309365857752914620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/4309365857752914620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/4309365857752914620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=':|'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-4746918748270001843</id><published>2007-11-22T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T11:58:22.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, here goes Emo-girl</title><content type='html'>She lived a normal life. She is happy. She is surrounded by people whom she loves, family and friends. Or so She thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When her life took on another chapter, everything, even the way She viewed her life took a 360˚ turn. At first, it seemed okay. As if something exciting was going to unfold. Which each day that passed though, life was beginning to get harder for her. Her emotions started to get the best of her, She became irritable, her genuine smiles seemed like a distant memory. She now wore a happy-mask, and an annoying perky attitude to cover up what was decaying deep inside her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She felt alone most of the time. Even though She had company with her, She thought that it was just up to that. Sadly, everything new to her seemed superficial, like nothing of deep value was present at all. She kept on longing for it. She would be frustrated after hoping and praying that something from her past would happen again. Alas, nothing like it would seem to come. She hoped for everything to turn out well, after even deciding to change her ways, but all her efforts were set aside. There was something about her or about her new environment that didn’t seem to accept her, the way she was. Because of this, each day seemed like a walk on broken pieces of glass, with each step, blood draws out, becoming even painful, but with it, She became numb. Numb not to feel anything, numb enough to pretend that everything was fine, even though it was not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There were times when She felt like giving up already. She was ready to retreat after being hurt and exhausted emotionally and mentally. There were times when She thought that it would be better to take the easy way out, but something kept on pushing her to continue to bear with her life now. It wasn’t definitely her pride, though. It was something else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This something good came up just in the nick of time. She realized the value of family and friends. She was glad she had her family with her, and her friends, the true ones. In them she found comfort and strength, strength to get through the stress and hardships of each day, the courage to battle it out in what seemed like a very harsh world. With them, She realized that not all hope is lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-4746918748270001843?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/4746918748270001843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=4746918748270001843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/4746918748270001843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/4746918748270001843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/11/yes-here-goes-emo-girl.html' title='Yes, here goes Emo-girl'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-7533086528243778125</id><published>2007-10-30T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T17:02:19.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Verge of Insanity</title><content type='html'>Just a while ago, I was happily searching for a blogskin. I decided to give this blog a new template via Blogskins.com, since I don't have much time to create a new one myself. I found some cool ones and immediately saved them and began working on one. At first it all went well, until a couple of errors happened. I decided to set that blogskin aside for future use and made a mental note to edit it out for long time use. I then switched windows and edited the other blogksin that I thought was easier and would take less time to edit. Aha. I was so wrooong. I then gave up after a couple more tries which, yes, resulted into more errors. So I decided to leave my blog as it is, this boring super old skin that I made during the summer. Boo. Next time, swear, I'm going to change this. Although I'm not sure if next time means next week or a couple more months..or years. *enter sadistic laugh*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the diligent Me? Oh, I know. Diligent Me was stashed away in a dark, filthy closet and locked up to perish in there until the end of time. And no knight could ever save her since she's in the clutches of Evil Me. Okaaay. I'm getting weird. Sorry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I don't have anything sensible to write in here as of the moment. Well, I think I do, but then it will just result to a bunch of rants that you guys are sick of hearing. So I'd probably spare you guys this time. *take note: just This Time.:))*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the sembreak, I think I am actually am enjoying it. Aside from the fact that I'm having a breather from the ton of school work that I usually face, this sembreak turned out to be more fruitful than usual. At least, I hope it was. It wasn't just a trip, what made this break different from the past ones is that I was able to help out with the school paper. Or so, I think. haha. But it was fun! Some might think that going to school on a break would be a total drag, but with the presence of friends, it surely was worth it. And oh, all we had to do was write. It was hard at times, but it's part of the work. I've got two more years of school paper making days ahead of me, so I better learn how to love it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope my barkada gets to go out sometime soon though. With Liang's birthday coming up, I totally hope I'd be free during her celebration. Oh, I met Kara during the Kumon even in PICC. I was near tears. I couldn't explain what I was feeling when we saw each other. It was a mix of a lot of things. We had a talk for a couple of minutes together and it felt just like my AA days, like I haven't gone to a new school. Oh, I surely missed AA. And I can't wait until my buddies and I spend some time together. I really need it. The rush of emotions I get whenever I meet them are just so precious. Just typing it down makes my eyes well. I know, drama much. But still, these are people whom I really, really care for. And knowing that our friendship is still standing after all these struggles keeps me fighting, no matter how hard this life can get. [Oh, Kara. I love your post about our meeting! You made me cry, seriously.:))]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Here's a thing. My family and I are going to Bicol. Oh, yes.:) I'm super excited about this trip since my cousins are going to be there, and a lot of bonding time will surely happen. Although it'll be another long roadtrip, I know that nine to ten hours of sitting down will be worth it. Besides, long roadtrips are fun at times. You just have to bring the right gadgets with you. Yes, I am making sure all the tech stuffs in our house are fully charged before we go, to ensure a fun trip.:) Bicol, here I come!:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-7533086528243778125?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/7533086528243778125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=7533086528243778125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/7533086528243778125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/7533086528243778125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/10/on-verge-of-insanity.html' title='On the Verge of Insanity'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-2023586099113688080</id><published>2007-10-02T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T22:37:00.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Writing</title><content type='html'>Way, way back in grade school, I would be one of the students who would complain to our Language teacher whenever there was an essay or some sort of literary piece for us to write. I'd complain about the time, the weather, or anything else to blame just because I was too lazy to let my mind organize my many thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know that I'd be someday thankful for these frequent essay-writing activities back in elementary. It just so happened that these essays would eventually help me pull up my grades in Journalism class and would even bag me a spot in the competition line-up. Trust me, I am still not that confident, but having that knack for essays somehow took the attention of my Journ teacher. I don't know how and I don't know why I got into the team, but all I know is, tomorrow will be the first time that I'm going to compete in an official writing competition, and yes,I am totally nervous about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I'm the only (at least, I think) newbie in the team puts on the pressure. I was assigned to the Feature-Writing team, and that would be my event tomorrow. If only I was assigned to Sports Editorial, then maybe, just maybe, I would have better chances of bagging a decent spot among the winners for my school. My confidence instantly goes down with the thought of competing with all the other brillant writers from the different schools as well as the other people from our team. Now these people are really, really cool. They construct the most interesting and fluid outputs, that putting these pieces away would be a hard thing to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I do hope that I don't screw up. My highest expectation for my output would just be to land the 10th spot. I would be extremely happy if I reach the Top Ten. Now, if I don't, that goes to show that I just need to train more, and hopefully redeem myself at next year's competition. But since it's all going to happen tomorrow, I must relax first and try to clear my mind. Hopefully, I'll do alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am thankful for my regular (yet obviously, forced) attempts at making essays before, for without those, I wouldn't be able to know how to write. Seriously, who wouldn't learn if you had to write essays with such high expectations yet a small amount of composition time? So, there, it paid off, afterall.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-2023586099113688080?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/2023586099113688080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=2023586099113688080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/2023586099113688080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/2023586099113688080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/10/on-writing.html' title='On Writing'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-4628715617300695638</id><published>2007-09-19T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T22:53:56.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some more crap</title><content type='html'>It was as usual, another exhausting school day. Seeing my house, the soft couch, the dining table filled with food and the TV always felt comforting after a strenuous day of academic torture. Today was an extra special day of scholastic demands, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, I was greeted by the stressed faces of my Filipino group mates, as it was our turn for the group rap presentation. We were totally behind schedule, and we didn’t have a final list of songs as well as the much needed choreography and X-Factor that our Filipino teacher seemed to love seeing in group presentations. It was another one of those cramming sessions that my classmates and I are now used to after spending a year at Scientia. Although I am somehow accustomed to this undying tradition of cramming in my high school, certain tasks such as memorizing Filipino verses are still one of greatest waterloos.  So instead of enjoying the cold weather of the rainy morning with my buddies, I was repeating verses from Florante at Laura which I just couldn’t seem to memorize. Talk about a good morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first subject was a fun one though, compared to the boring yet stressful day that lie ahead. We had this game about India which was the setting of the first selection that we were to discuss. It was noisy, competitive yet super fun. It was sort of like a cool-down for me after that very stressful Filipino-preparation morning. Algebra then followed and my hyper-state immediately went down the drain. We had a quiz on rationalization, which isn’t my cup of tea at all. I have been consistently failing my Algebra quizzes, and probably there’s no way out. I desperately need help. In the middle of the terror quiz though, an announcement had been made about an abrupt stop to classes due to the welcome celebration for the new School Principal. I still don’t know if it was a sigh of relief or a streak of more bad luck for me. That school assembly meant less time for me to answer, understand, recheck and try to understand the given items in the quiz again. At least I now know what score to expect for my third Algeb quiz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I had to brave the heavy rains to get to the Covered Court. Very dramatic.:)) We arrived at the middle of the program when the Himig Scientia was singing something. I am not very sure though, all the events were pretty vague. There’s this strange thing between the rain and I which often times makes me indifferent of the surroundings. Strange. Anyway. As usual, I wasn’t really paying attention to the happenings on stage. Well, I sort of was but only a small percentage of my attention was for the event, the remaining great part was focused on playing Roller Coaster Rush. Funny, yet it is a very bad thing to do. Ohwell. I need to learn how to change and try to pay attention like how attentive I was back in elementary. My friends and I were ecstatic that there was no Filipino. Considering that my group wasn’t well prepared yet for the presentation, I was totally happy that Mrs. Moreno didn’t show up during our Filipino period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunchtime and Journ time was spent on reviewing for the dreaded AP Long Test. Although my friends from the other sections assured me that it was going to be easy, I was totally scared of the test. It is a fact that no matter how much I like our topic in AP, I had a hard time memorizing facts on such a short notice. Even though I spent the whole night reviewing for AP (I slept past midnight already 0_o), I still wasn’t confident since the information I needed wasn’t really in my brain, it was just at the surface, waiting for an extreme mental block to occur and would leave me hanging thoughtless in the middle of the exam. Luckily though, on the exam itself, I remembered the facts and there’s this bugging feeling in me that I can pass that test. Whopee. A hint of optimism a day is such a miracle, considering that it came from me, so rejoice, world. Oh, before I forget, thanks to everyone who helped me review for the AP test, I’d be dead meat if it weren’t for you guys.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you today was very brain-draining. The non-stop memorization, the items to rationalize, the facts to know, the long test, all of these glorious things were the highlights of today, September 19, 2007. Oh, oh, before I forget, the jerseys were finished today and they were fab. So that’s one real good thing that actually happened today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry this entry’s too crappy, though. I am so obvious that I’m so bangag today. Sorry, world. I’ll try to make sense some other time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-4628715617300695638?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/4628715617300695638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=4628715617300695638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/4628715617300695638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/4628715617300695638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/09/some-more-crap.html' title='some more crap'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-1240723725745068877</id><published>2007-09-13T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T20:40:30.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staffroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;**This is &lt;a href="http://kazenoshinobi.multiply.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#CC3366"&gt;Duane's&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; post in his multiply. It's quite hilarious. READ, READ!:)Thanks, pala, Kuya Duane.:D**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Rex Arcadio San Diego II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here we have a very beautiful picture of soon to be front page cover model, Maria Ana Carmeli Espiritu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yieechh!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"About that Village Idiot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They're a bunch of (insert deep english insult here)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Selfish When it Comes to These Things"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not Good Enough, Boy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aside From Mychael, Charlie and Duane..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dragonboat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aheheeheee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boy, You call this an output?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am Greatly Dissapointed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kasi Problema sa inyo- di kayo nagbabasa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Read Newspapers- mamaya na yung librong yan Kevin!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's PJ/Charlie/Myke?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've been contemplating on the suggestions of some of your fellow journmates to kidnap Maeca and have her held for ransom for our room"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to the Oven"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well this is Crap"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crap!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I neeeed your outputs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charlie/Duane/Jason(never Myke XP) - Get me (insert CoOp Food)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have a good batch here..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iris May Ellen Caluag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You Meanie!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meanie!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"(Insert Name Here), You Meanie!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Siiiiiirr!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's Chibi Avril?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wahh!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a Sophomore!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Newswriting!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, kita mo? Sabi ko sayo eh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avril Bries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm the Editor-in-Chief, And Now i Order you to (insert lame order here, like buy me iced tea or something like that)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"a-Hahahaha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not a Meanie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So... You're the Seme and he's the Uke? (don't know what that means- don't wanna find out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Har har"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Duaney-boy" ( :-| )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"(Insert fancy/deep straight english here)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm gonna drown Chibi Iris"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Siiirrr!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Diego, diego diego....(Referring to Jason)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm the Queen"&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mychael Thompson Miravite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wehh... di nga? Totoo ba yun???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sige lang, banat pa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wag ka na Charlie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hay Nako"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh kasi eh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ako ang (enter ridiculous title here)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Siiiiirrr!!"&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Ana Carmeli Espiritu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wag Yan!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh kasi naman eh- Sabing wag yan!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Siiiiiirrr!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Duane(or any other person that would do the same thing) - Wag yan, Mahaba masyado! Maeca nalang! Maeca!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ang Mean mo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wag yan!(referring to her humongous picture last year)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hard disk nalang ba halaga ko?? Dagdagan niyo pa yung pangransom"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond Duane Banzon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, puwede bang..(Sir butts in with a no- long or short, doesn't matter)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yieee(Circly finger thingy)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Arghh!! May English Club pa! May CYL Ek ek pa, tapos may outputs pang late, tapos....(The list goes on...)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Siiiiiirrr!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Argh- can't believe na kasama ko si ano (insert disturbing teacher's name here) Yeargh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quit na kayo Magdota!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wehhhhh!! Masmatanda si Juancho!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No comment"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hahahaha - teka, di ko gets"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine, fine..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir I wanna do a(Insert any Journ-related writeups/technicals, minus Photojourn)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Zabala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I AM YOUR SENIOR!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hay nako!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pano ang Banyuhay?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kawawa naman kayo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ay nako Sir!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Walang Ganyanan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Duane! (insert forced labor-oriented stuff here)!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Weh Walang ganyanan! (Attacks Av)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats All For Now.&lt;br /&gt;Next time I'll try to add:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bea, Jowi, Kuya Renz, Mr. Sengca, Paula, Kuya Darwin, Ate Maris/z, K-men, Meg R, Kevin V, Ate Gianne, Charlie, Mia, and Denise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**So, there. Actually, if you weren't a staffer, you won't be able to relate. But then again. Pang-post lang.:))I'll post next time. :)**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-1240723725745068877?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/1240723725745068877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=1240723725745068877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/1240723725745068877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/1240723725745068877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/09/staffroom.html' title='Staffroom'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-5140536851357192215</id><published>2007-08-26T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T17:26:04.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on holidays</title><content type='html'>Hello, blog world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one more day of waiting and my parents will soon arrive from their States trip. Goody.:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be rehearsals for the Filipino interpretative dance and varsity training for the tournament. I can already imagine my haggard-self lugging about from venue to venue tomorrow. Tomorrow's activities need much strength, for sure, so I must ensure a good night's sleep tonight to be able to survive, that is if I'm in the mood to sleep early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with holidays for me is that I tend to sleep early and wake up late. So, instead of some RnR, huge eyebags and distracting pimples magically come to life upon my stressed face. So what do you get the next day? A haggard-looking Kay, thank you very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much deeper note, though, holidays although joyful to students who need rest or just a longer weekend, are deadly especially for the country's economic aspects. Just last night, I caught up with a youth debate about this topic. The ugly realities of holidays were revealed to me, one was that of economic and business related matters. Businessmen tend to shovel out more money due to these holidays and this would be very hard especially for the small to medium scaled companies of our country. Survival in the harsh field of business is already hard, and the added expense due to paid-holidays will double the difficulty of these companies to actually flourish in their respective fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that thought, I remembered my dad and his corporate friends, so that was why they were always worried about holidays. But, since a law was already passed about this, businessmen are obliged to follow what the constitution says, now matter how hard it is for their businesses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, we, the youth might just be the ones faced with these struggles as future executives or the like, so let us think twice about these so-called glory holidays. Life is hard nowadays, and being practical must always come first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-5140536851357192215?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/5140536851357192215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=5140536851357192215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/5140536851357192215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/5140536851357192215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-holidays.html' title='on holidays'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-5758921328170009755</id><published>2007-08-19T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T18:05:41.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not time</title><content type='html'>What a lazy Sunday. One more day to go and our glorious yet extremely boring long weekend will be over. I don’t know if I’m ready to take on the second quarter though. One thing’s for sure, I really have to pull my grades up this quarter. As grade-conscious as this may sound, yes, I am totally bothered my low, low grades. Perseverance and the right attitude’s the key, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just hard to get the proper mindset when everything’s just too dull. Help. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Enough of that. One good thing about this lazy Sunday is my mom’s SMS message a while ago. I just wasn’t able to reply to her message since I was snoozing. [haha.] I miss them badly though. I miss my dad’s let’s-make-kulit-Kay morning rituals; I miss my mom’s lazy mornings. The ten days that they’re abroad are totally hard for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, what I usually do is take my parents for granted. I forget to acknowledge the simplest yet most important of things they do and end up giving them attitude, which is certainly bratty. Most of the time I lose my good-girl mind and go angsty again them, who don’t have any bad intentions for me at all. They’ve been looking out for me all along, so whatever I’m going through right now is in preparation for the cruel real world that I must face alone, without my parents. Darn. Just the thought of it is making me scared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was listening to the radio a while ago, the topic was about honoring one’s parents. It hit right through me. Although the voices coming out of the radio were very cheerful, my spirits immediately plummeted towards a pit of sadness. My eyes became moist of the many thoughts swiveling in my mind. Thinking about the way I’ve been to my parents was overwhelming. There was this part of me that just wanted to get that usual hug I get from my mom whenever she senses that I’m about to break. I just hope that when they’re back I get the courage and right state of mind to make up for the bad things I’ve done to them for the past fifteen years. It is a fact that I'm a young lady already, but I really wish for those days when I was a little girl to be back. Everything was just easy between my parents and I and we were just inseperable. I know that I can wish all my might out, but time wouldn't rewind due to one fickle-minded girl's wish.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can never bring itself back. It's up to me to make up for the wrong things I've done, not time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-5758921328170009755?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/5758921328170009755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=5758921328170009755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/5758921328170009755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/5758921328170009755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/08/not-time.html' title='not time'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-6996518808405721093</id><published>2007-08-17T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T16:08:25.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some self-reflection.</title><content type='html'>This day would be soooo unproductive, or so I thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sometime being a couch potato, a chick flick DVD freak and just being plain unproductive, I actually managed to convince myself to take out some clutter from my room. The pitter-patter of the rain was sending me to a sleeping spell, but I fought it away, but just barely though. The closet was pretty much the hardest to fix, since I didn’t really know how to organize the clothes. There were just too many categories that I wanted, but my too-easy-to-give-up self took over, so I just ended up folding them and not arranging them the way my mom’s closet so neatly is. [And yes, someday I dream of doing that, having a closet that’s super organized and nice to look at, as if it was a display from a store.] Just when I thought I had finished organizing my drawers, my unanswered Kumon worksheets, as if by magic and on cue, fell out and showed themselves to me, not to mention made more mess in my already less-than-perfect room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wouldn’t be there if I just had the patience and proper time management skills to answer them diligently. And yes, I think my parents subtly let me quit doing Kumon. Come to think of it, they just thought that I needed more time for my studies and training that’s why they let me quit doing it. [Yes, I had a few breakdown episodes just last June.] But now, I feel that I need it once more, and that I’d really want to be a Math Completer. I’m-- I was-- doing level K Kumon. By deciding to quit—let’s put that nicely—be on leave from Kumon, I threw away all the hard work I did for the past couple of years, not to mention I stopped being my perfectionist self. Not doing Kumon has made me the person I feared of before—my mediocre self. I was satisfied by barely-hanging passing marks, one that would lead me to tears before. Now, I’m not as diligent especially when it comes to my academics. No wonder my grades are slipping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I need to enroll back in Kumon once again. The one thing that’s holding me back though is the fact that I might fail myself once again and be lazy and experience another—and much worse breakdown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is inevitable. Really. I’ve changed. And although I keep on convincing myself that I’ve somehow changed for the better, nothing can hide that I’ve become an inferior person to the way I was before. How do I get myself back? I need to, NOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve noticed that I don’t stick to my principles anymore; I’m easily shattered by the smallest of things and am now prone to failure and/or depression. I wasn’t like this before at all. There were times that I would be sad or depressed, but I’d get over it easily and even end up having nice results to whatever I was scared about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now’s the time for a self makeover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-6996518808405721093?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/6996518808405721093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=6996518808405721093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/6996518808405721093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/6996518808405721093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/08/some-self-reflection.html' title='some self-reflection.'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-4250557246785549280</id><published>2007-08-17T14:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T14:28:10.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4-day weekend.</title><content type='html'>Actually. It's been nothing but suspension of classes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I'm ecstatic about this, but I don't know why I'm not this time. Hmmm. Too much boredom I guess. And I soooo want to go out. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I miss my parents badly. They've gone to the States to attend my cousin's debut, now that I think about it, we should've gone with them too! The suspension of classes won't make me miss much from school work. Darn it. *should've went inside the balikbayan box.:))*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This supertyphoon's somewhat making me feel sad. I don't freakin know whyy. Darn it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, oh, I &lt;s&gt;want&lt;/s&gt; &lt;u&gt;need&lt;/u&gt; to train. The Meet's coming up and I don't feel ready at all. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too happy as of the moment, so &lt;b&gt;let's go ouuuut, friends&lt;/b&gt;!:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-4250557246785549280?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/4250557246785549280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=4250557246785549280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/4250557246785549280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/4250557246785549280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/08/4-day-weekend.html' title='4-day weekend.'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-2225632486961494533</id><published>2007-08-08T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T20:01:22.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i still am alive, blogging world!:))</title><content type='html'>Yes. I'm still alive and kicking! [unfortunately for some, hahaha:))]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot, and I mean a LOT has happened lately. If I make a post to recap those stuff, it'll be longer than my tribute to summer, which no one would like. haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway. I'm too hyper today. :)) [can't you see with the smileys??] Classes were called off due to a typhoon, which means that the perio tests will be moved! yaaaay. fuun. Some RnR before the PTs won't hurt.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Quick recap. This week, we did cartwheels for MAPEH. haha. It was freakin' fuuun. The Bio mag, on the other hand, turned out to be really nice. Kudos to Mirella.:) She did a real nice job with the layout. Hmm. What more. A few weeks back, we also did the Florante at Laura play. We didn't perform as well as the other group, though. I totally destroyed the last scene where Florante and Laura got to meet. Tsssh. Suckish. Told you guys I'd suck to be Laura. I was supposed to play Florante's part.haha. Hmm. Plus, varsity practice has been keeping me on my toes. We're preparing for the InterSchool Meet this coming August 30-31. We're sure that we have well trained opponents now, so I'm totally scared about this competition. Ohwell. :\ Let's just hope for the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, oh. Alvin and Aaron arrived from Hong Kong last Monday. That only meant one thing, PASALUBONG! haha. Kidding. Alvin got a bronze. Yeah, I know, super smart kid. :)) The whole class got to feast on a lot of goodies from them, though. Chocolates are loooove. :)) haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, we had our Perio for Journ yesterday. We had to construct a news story about the two's victory from the math competition. Talk about inside info. haha. :)) Hm. As usual, Journ's still hard. It's fun though, I get to spend time with my sisters Meggie, Duane and Joyce. I loooove them.:) One unforgettable thing so far was the Phivolcs trip, where Joyce and I walked from PHIVOLCS to the Engineering Building. God. It was such a long walk. We had to walk from the University Avenue to the Tennis Courts to the Engineering Building. It was tiring, yet we didn't even notice it since we were just talking the stress away. Talk about reeeal bonding time. Why did we walk? It's because we didn't know how to stop the jeep. hahaha. Yeah. Ignorance.:)) Ohwell. What's life without those quirky moments?:)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Julia's birthday is coming!:) yaaay.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. Bye for now. I'll keep you guys posted everytime I can, though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mia-dear, there, I made a post na.:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kara, hiii.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chessy, miss youuu!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-2225632486961494533?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/2225632486961494533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=2225632486961494533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/2225632486961494533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/2225632486961494533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-still-am-alive-blogging-world.html' title='i still am alive, blogging world!:))'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-2138965186945671375</id><published>2007-07-02T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T18:09:05.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school ain't that cool. haha. :))</title><content type='html'>School has been an extra pain in the neck for me these days, so it’s no wonder my blog is starting to develop cobwebs. Sorry for that. Anyway, sophie life is tough! It’s so different from last year. I miss freshman year. Honestly last year, we didn’t even study for Filipino and MAPEH, now they’re such heavy loads. Florante at Laura is definitely hard. And MAPEH, woah. We have to memorize a truckload of terms. I mean, c’mon, I didn’t even know that there really was a thing such as Garbology! Haha. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Aside from the usual subjects, [which includes Geometry,, we’re not even supposed to take up Geom yet!!!=/] we also have this Elective thingy. My elective’s Journalism, it’s actually fun at times, especially when my Sisters[Joyce and Duane.hahaha] and I get to bang our heads on top of the Journ Room tables. Haha. Yeah, it is haaard. News writing isn’t exactly my cup of tea, that’s why I so can’t wait for third quarter to come; we’ll be doing some feature and editorial writing, come the glorious second half of the school year.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Geom. I don’t even actually like or understand Geom. It’s really hard. My brain just can’t work properly. It doesn’t absorb or even get the stuff that Sir Bitangcor is teaching. Man. How will I be able to at least pass second year if I’m failing at Geom?? HELP!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We had the tryouts for Badminton Varsity last week. It was totally tiring. But at the same time, it kind of gave me a reality check, that yes, I am sophie already, and yes, I was able to survive my first hellish year at QCSHS. Haha. But while playing, I couldn’t help but miss the feeling of dancing. Weird. It’s like I haven’t danced for a while. True, it’s almost going to be a month from now that I’ve danced like crazy, and I’m starting to miss every moment of dancing! Wah. I need to dance.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, life isn’t going really well right now. *sigh* My birthday month’s going to suck, I know. Well at least I’m sort of prepared already.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Advance Happy 15th, Kara!!!:) Miss you looooooads!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-2138965186945671375?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/2138965186945671375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=2138965186945671375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/2138965186945671375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/2138965186945671375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/07/school-aint-that-cool-haha.html' title='school ain&apos;t that cool. haha. :))'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-3192105847663638336</id><published>2007-06-22T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T21:54:23.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friiiday.*super big grin*</title><content type='html'>It's Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the start of the weekend naaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At long laaaast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a looooong and tiring week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually too &lt;em&gt;tamad&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;make kwento.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there are still some homeworks to do, there's still the comforting fact that the weekend's finally here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thsuperr yesss. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-3192105847663638336?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/3192105847663638336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=3192105847663638336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/3192105847663638336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/3192105847663638336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/06/friiidaysuper-big-grin.html' title='friiiday.*super big grin*'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-6329968476204243907</id><published>2007-06-15T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T23:23:55.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to Summer 07 :)</title><content type='html'>Summer 07 definitely became one of the best summers I ever experienced. Although for some time I thought it was a lull, now that I’m looking back, it was actually such a blast.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was just too preoccupied with unnecessary thoughts that made me think that the whole span of time was useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized the great importance of family ties and that having a missing link would truly be very hard to cope with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was also able to make new friendships that are sure to last, made my long-time friendships even stronger and rekindle friendships just made about a year ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, this summer was all about the people whom I love and are now very close to my heart. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A new sense of responsibility was also awakened in me, with much gratitude to my job at WORKSHOPS@ABS last May. I don’t know why it took me this long to eventually join the team, but anyway, at least I got to experience it already, and hopefully, next year I’ll be able to work with them again. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So about my job there, it really is hard work, no kidding about that. I had to learn how to set-up Studio 11. First by switching on the Air-conditioning system at the 5th floor, then I would turn on the circuit breakers [which, according to Angelo at the start of my job, would be a great exercise for my arms,, it literally was!] in the Dimmer Room at the 4th floor and eventually, I would then learn how to operate the Control Room for the Studio’s lights. It was totally hard at first since everything was so new, but as time passed, it became more of like a routine already. What I wasn’t used to though, were the unearthly feelings I had with the place. Haha. There were some instances when my iPod would just fluctuate and I would suddenly have goosebumps. There even was a time when I strongly felt the presence of someone following me while I was setting up the Studio very early in the morning. I was totally bothered about this so I shared my feelings to the other TAs, they said that it was actually a no-brainer that I feel some weird things going on in that certain floor of the DTC building, because, yes, supernatural creatures do reside in there. [Thanks Daddy Rovi. Haha:&gt;]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My morning job would be with the Musical Theatre Kids. These kids are super talented. I could not believe my ears the first time I heard those kids sing. But behind the wonderful singing voices and acting skills, there were some kids who were troubled by their own personal lives. There was a girl who even cried to me because she had this huge problem about her family. It was then that I realized that I was more than a just a Training Assistant, I was more than someone to help their instructor, watch over them and clean up after them. To her, I was someone that she could turn to and talk to about her problems at home. That incident also opened my eyes to the sometimes harsh realities of life and how God makes up for it by giving us abilities to help us overcome these obstacles. It was that moment that I realized how lucky I was to be able to experience all this at the age of 14. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jazzfunk Classes would my afternoon shift. This is the one I usually look forward to everyday because since last year that I took my Jazzfunk Classes, I got hooked to it! The love for the dance and to improve my whole being for it made me want to go to the class even more. Plus, my friends are there too!:) Every session was totally worth it. I don’t need anymore words to express how I value that class. It’s best to put it this way: I just love Jazzfunk. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And oh, the TAs!:) My super TA family. I totally love everyone there. Of course, at first, I knew only a couple of them, but as time went by, I became to love each and every TA there, in the span of 3++ weeks that I’ve been with them, our closeness now would be like we were good friends since childhood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Culminating Week of the Workshops was one hell of a ride. It was very stressful and tiring at first, but in the end, once you see that you’ve done your best to be able to make the show flawless, all the stress you’ve experienced along the way will be set aside and a whole new feeling of accomplishment will engulf you.  &lt;br /&gt;For the MTK Culminating, a very regal and glamorous theme was chosen. Thus, even the TA [me:&gt;] was supposed to wear a gown. Yes indeed. A tiara too. Haha. Anyway, after everyone had their laughs after they saw me in a gown, it was showtime!! I could not believe how well the kids performed onstage. I couldn’t help but get all sentimental in the middle of the show. I just love those kids. And yes, they’re destined for great things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Jazzfunk, we had this uber cute gray and orange track pants with a super hot matching orange hoodie. Ate Cheena and Kath were sooo in love with the hoodie that they wanted their own too! During the dance, I couldn’t help but feel so proud of everyone there. Honestly, I felt everything happen in just a flash. Everything was done in a matter of minutes. True, all those 15++ practice rehearsal sessions would just be squeezed into a 3-4 minute production number, but all the pain, trials, people whom I spent the time with made each second count. Plus, once the dance was done, I could still feel adrenaline rushing through my veins, it was like I danced until there was no tomorrow! How I wish I could dance like that in other presentations as well.:)) I miss my jazzfunk family!:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned to love the other classes of my fellow TAs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love CAW Class 2. :)) They’re this uber cute class of kids ages 3-8, and they put up such a hilarious show during their culminating activity. But they aren’t as cute as they seemed. Back when I was with their class for their rehearsals, it was pure chaos, but once they were punished with the ‘Face-the-wall’ scheme, they would immediately be little angels with their sorry little faces. Haha. Cuuute. :)) Plus, they looked uber cute in those pirate outfits for their show.:) I also loved it when Ate Rea, Kyle and I would take over Hall 5 after the kids were gone. Haha. We would plug in an iPod and just dance like crazy, sometimes roll on the mats and just have a great time. There was even a time when Sir Neil joined in with Kyle and pretended that they didn’t know how to tie their shoelaces [to mimic the kids], it was totally hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voice Kids Class 1 was also fun. I had to substitute for Ate Rea, and although I didn’t become that close to the kids of that class, I just loved how they were determined to give their parents a great show. I also loved Ate Rea’ choreo. Go Ate Rea!:) (Gayle, Kyle and I even memorized their steps when they did their Tech. Rehearsals,, haha)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is fun, this is a rundown of the people who made my summer extra-special. Go and see if you’re one of themJ [in no particular order:)] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOM AND DAD.&lt;/strong&gt; Who wouldn’t love their parents?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATE MAECY.&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah. I love my sister!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TITA NERIS AND NINANG MILET. &lt;/strong&gt;Of course, without them, I wouldn’t be able to dress up for the MTK show! Haha. Kidding. I don’t love them just because of that. They’re my uber cool aunts who lets me borrow their clothes, haha[still, I don’t love them just because of that]. Plus, they’re such great companions to just about anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULIA.&lt;/strong&gt; I love the Terminator! Haha, kidding, BiggelJ Julia’s one of my most treasured friends and even though we get to hang out only once in a while and even only for a short period of time, she really makes me feel great to be home with my true friends. It’s like, with every sister-get-together, if Julia isn’t there, we would all be gloomy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIANG.&lt;/strong&gt; I LOVE LIANG! She’s been there for me ever since, and even though we’ve been through lots of struggles, she still loves me for who I am. [yes, even though I’m a brat.:))] Plus, she’s always there to see if I’m okay[yeah, if my sanity’s still intact or if I’ve been crying all night long that’s why I’m already the pair of walking swollen eyes], since..well..since I transferred schools. Haha.:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MIA.&lt;/strong&gt; I’m stuck to this girl forever anyway. Haha. Nah. I’d still love her even if she wasn’t my kinakapatid. Just being her sister made things even waaaay cooler. J I love Mia because she’s totally fun to be with and when we’re together, I’ll be nothing but crazy. I just love losing my mind when I’m with her. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANGGE.&lt;/strong&gt; My pare. But I think she isn’t a pare anymore. She has lots of boylets na eh!! Honestly, whenever I’m with Angge, I feel extra safe. I don’t know why, but maybe because she’s a black belter in Taekwondo. But, aside from that, there’s this something in here that I find very comforting, that’s why I just love her!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARA.&lt;/strong&gt; Mara is cheesecurls. Mara is my 2nd grade everything. Haha.:)) Gaahd. I love Mara because she brightens up any room she’s in and she’s very cheerful. Mara’s also my dancing idol! J And Mara has the most boylets in our group, I think. Based on her stories. Haha.:) I just love Mara because she knows when I’m feeling down even though I’m putting on a happy act. [which I loved to do last year. Haha:))] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RICA.&lt;/strong&gt; I love Rica because even though she wasn't able to hang out as much with us, she's always there to share a laugh with and she's really fun to be with. Hopefully, during our other sister-get-togethers, she'd be there already.:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAY-ANN.&lt;/strong&gt; My badminton partner. We had a lot of tiring, yet fun times together. We did lots of jogging laps, pushups, sit-ups, crouches, and other hellish drills together. We also won and lost matches with our uber skilled opponents. haha. I also loved all the chismis sessions we had in between drills. Can't wait to see you next Saturday!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RHETT.&lt;/strong&gt; He's my partner's Angel. yihee. haha. Without him, Ray-ann and I won't have long chika sessions.:)) He's also a greeeeat badminton player, super idol!!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NATHAN.&lt;/strong&gt; Nathan's the Big Boy of my Badminton Training group. Ali and I often cheer for him during exercises. Nathan's really funny and cuute.:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEAN.&lt;/strong&gt; We often call him Point Five. :)) haha. Sean's like my little brother, he also wants to grow up fast!:)) This year, he will be joining Claret's Varsity  Badminton Team. Super congrats, dear!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALI.&lt;/strong&gt; Ali's my newest chatmate. haha. As if we won't meet every Saturday. [and as if we didn't train together:))] We often have very sarcastic and nonsense conversations which are usually really fun!:)) And oh, he's a great badminton player too! I often get scared when he gives me smashes. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RYAN. &lt;/strong&gt;Ray-ann's kid brother. I call him siopao. He's cute and is also in a hurry to become a big boy, much like Sean. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COACH THEODY.&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, he knows when to give me a hard time when training, but everything's cool with our Kowts. haha. He loves to joke around and makes us laugh after very tiring training sessions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KAREN.&lt;/strong&gt; My one and only labteem. We met last year during my first Jazzfunk Workshop. We experienced a lot of stuff together, which I won't ever, ever forget. Plus, she also has a few dibs on my secrets. She's my parter in everything, during stretching and after class. And oh, she's also my TAA. That's Training Assistant's Assistant. haha. Beat that. haha.:)) I totally loveee this girl! And oh, I still owe you a Venti!! wah.:)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PATRICK.&lt;/strong&gt; Karen, Patrick and I were classmates during my first JF WS. Now, he's my TAB. Training Assistant's Bodyguard. See? haha. Being a TA is so much easier when you have friends around!:)) TAB is such a great dancer!! Super idol!! Plus, he's the Princess in our Familia Royale. :)) TAB lives in Tawi-Tawi and is sure to be missed if he won't come to Manila next summer. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KUYA MARK.&lt;/strong&gt; My Kuya Siopx. We both look like siopaos. Need I say more? haha.:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATE LEMISH.&lt;/strong&gt; Ate Lemish is the biyatch in JF May 07.:)) Nonetheless, she's a great girl, who's Shakira's sister!! haha:)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KEESHIA.&lt;/strong&gt; She's the girl who was supposed to pull my hair during our JF show. haha. And oh, she's my bespruhn there too. haha.:) We even wore matching shirts during the Tech Rehearsal and she did my pigtails for the show. But, whoa, Hideaki asked for her number!! Lagot ka samin nila Kath!!!:) haha:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAMS.&lt;/strong&gt; Cams is such a great chika buddy. And she's sooo thin!! wooh. Praise!! haha:)) I'm going to miss Cams' nervousness and Starbucks addiction. haha.:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEPMOM PAT.&lt;/strong&gt; My super stepmom. I totally love the way she dances! And I love her sooo much. She's totally funny that's why our conversations are usually filled with lots of laughter and stuff. Wooh. We also know her secret when it comes to borrowing things. haha. The boots. Those oh so gorgeous boots you had for the pictorial!!:)) She's the Hideaki Torio fansclub Vice President. waha.  And oh, she's the girl who's always carrying a drink around, Starbucks if she has cash, Big Chill if tagtipid. haha.  She has my vote for my Daddy Rovi already. haha.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DADDY ROVI.&lt;/strong&gt; [I purposely placed Daddy Rovi after Stepmom Pat, haha. kiliig!:))] When we first met, I only recalled the R in his name, thus calling him Kuya R. haha. :)) Phbbt, after several lunches together, he became my dad! I totally love my Daddy Rovi! :) He taught me how to do the cartwheel properly, even though I still don't know how to do it that well, I guess, in time I'll be able to. haha.:)) He's my greatest influence in terms of my speech. That's why there are some changes with the way I talk. But I don't blame him. I'm his daughter. It's a father-daughter thing. :)) And oh, one thing that I got from him is my inferiority complex. We always whine about how we're not good enough. That's our bonding time. But it isn't that bad, though. We always share a laugh afterwards.:)) My dad also eats a loooot. We're lunchmates and he orders a lotta food. I want to be like him! Eats a lot but doesn't gain weight at all. hmph. haha.:)) He's such a great dancer, singer and comic!:)) He's the My Myx guy, who loves sniffing scarlet-colored envelopes, by the way.:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANGELO.  &lt;/strong&gt;My super kinakapatid! If it weren't for him, I won't know how to properly open Studio 11 or even survive being a TA! He also survived my many mood swings, especially during the Culminating Activity. He was my crying shoulder though most of the time he doesn't even know what I was crying about! haha. :)) He was there with me every step of the way. I love his laptop!! Kath and I love playing Purble Place in it. haha. He was also the one who dubbed Kath and I the conjoined twins who were separated.:)) He's indeed my SUPER kinakapatid.:) And oh yeah, one of the best big brothers I ever had. :)[Gelo, if you forget my Grams treat, I will soooooo kill you!! haha:))]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KYLE. &lt;/strong&gt;He bagged the Most Suplado Award from me this summer. haha. Kidding, Kyle:) It's just that at first he seemed very quiet, then when we got to spend time together [the pictorial! tilt your heeead!!:))], it was the total opposite! haha. This guy is just too hilarious, and once you give him gravy, he'll love you for the rest of his life. :)) He somehow also helped me get the steps for the opening number, in which I totally had a hard trying to figure out. :))  And oh, Kyle, Ate Cheens and I started this color of the day thingy, in which we'd wear the same colored shirts each day [although Ate Cheena would usually forget our colors:))] He's one of my vain-moment-buddies, but he's a lot more vain when compared to me! Though we often end up having childish arguments [believe me, it gets really childish, :))], he was one of the people who helped me whenever I'd get totally stressed with work. :)) And oh, he's a Sea Monster actor in the making!!:)) It was so hilarious when I saw his class [CAW Class 2] rehearse for their show, I also loved the kids there.:&gt; He's also my jacket-supplier, one of my lunchmates and my valuables holder [Secret Bear, iPod and cellphones:))]. Super thank you Super Kyle!:) [and yeah, I won't forget to make bawi on my birthday:)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KATH. &lt;/strong&gt;My twiiin! I totally love this girl. She’s my super vain moment buddy! We just love putting on goofy faces and taking pictures like there’s no tomorrow. Angelo dubbed Kath and I the conjoined twins who were unfortunately, separated magically at birth.[wait, she’s a year older!! :))] Thus, her being the more attractive individual. Haha. [Kath, suhol to!!:))] Kath was one of the first few TAs who approached me during my first day. The rest is history. :)) She’s my tag team buddy vs. Kyle. Haha. We always find a way to annoy him. Yes, the power of the twins.:)) I remember the time when Kath and I were both scared because we might do the Party Time thingy for one of the shows. She was wearing a dress and I was wearing a gown, there were some rumors that since we were pretty dressed up, we would then do the ‘honors’ of announcing the Party Time. Of course it would be very embarrassing. C’mon. We’re just confident in front of the bathroom mirror, not in front of an audience in Studio One. Haha. :)) Kath and I painted one of the banners for Sir Neil’s pirate ship boat. It was such a masterpiece, right, right? Haha. Our OC-ness was totally obvious during that day, but who cares? The smiley face must be perfect, no matter what. :)) Ohh, she’s also Hideaki’s super number one fan! Wooh. Go Kath.:)) We loooooooooove Maroon 5’s Makes Me Wonder!! That song is just way too infectious. We even applied Boogie Wonderland’s combinations to it, which, by the way, totally matched. CheerBear! Miss you so much naaa! Gimmick! Gimmick!!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GAYLE. &lt;/strong&gt;Super lunchmate and super chika buddy! Every lunchtime is so much fun when spent with her. We just don’t run out of stuff to share, talk and laugh about. I loooove Gayle.  Director’s PA!! Super duper heavy job. Wooh! She’s a very thoughtful girl, she even buys gifts for people even though they’re not that close! She’s totally admirable. Whenever we have downtime, all we do is talk, talk, talk. Thus, we have a few dibs on each other’s secrets already. :&gt; Anyway, she’s such a super girl. She’s involved in a lot of stuff, and she never fails to excel in each one of them. C’mon, she’s Paranaque Science HS’s SSG President! Wooh. IDOL!! I miss Gayle already. Sad thing was, I wasn’t able to attend her birthday celebration at Giligan’s last time. Wah. I’ll super make it up to you Gayle! Promiiiise. *huuuuug!* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATE TIPPI. &lt;/strong&gt;I met Ate Tippi during my interview with Sir Oz during one of the April Culminating Shows. I love making chika about my classes to her. Especially my MTK class. It’s like I always give her a report on the stuff going on there. Comedy naman kasi. Anyway, Ate Tippi looks younger than Kuya Brian! Haha. She actually looks really young for her age. Wooh. Envyyyy. Ate Tippi kept on teasing me about my costume for the MTK show. haha. Ohwell. She even did my makeup for the show. Sorry lang. I’m ignorant when it comes to makeup. :))  Put Ate Tippi, Ate Cheena, Kath and I together in a room and you have chaos. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KUYA BRIAN. &lt;/strong&gt;My mommy. It’s such a wonder where I came out, but, Kuya Brian’s my mom, since he’s Kuya Rovi’s wife. Haha. Yuuuuuck. :)) Mommy would always disown me, especially when I look haggard and well, plain ugly. But whenever I look human, Mommy would claim that I got my looks from him! [ay. That sounds so weird.:))] Kuya Brian can get really strict when it comes to the workshoppers, but he’s totally fun to be with and there won’t be a dull moment when you’re with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATE REA. &lt;/strong&gt;Thsuper Ate Rea! Streetdance! Wooh. Ate Rea’s such a great person. She was really kind to me during my first day. She was the one who briefed me about the basic stuff I should do at the start of the workshops. She was also my first lunchmate. After that, we didn’t get to spend much time together since she practically didn’t have time for lunch anymore because of her Streetdance class. But, towards the end of the workshops, we would be able to spend bonding time, especially after my Jazzfunk classes. We totally love the Maria Flordeluna book. It was super hilarious. :)) We also got to experience the CAW Class 2 together, thus, taking the Face the Wall method into full implementation with the kids. Haha. I looove her pirate costume for their show. According to Kuya Brian, she looked like Madam Auring. :)) Peace, Ate Rea, I love yoouuuuu!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATE CHEENA. &lt;/strong&gt;Thsuper Ate Cheens. My super makeup artist. I would’ve looked like crap for the shows if she wasn’t there to do my makeup. We also love chika time together! And oh, we did the rerun for the Maria Flordeluna activity book thingy. It was totally hilarious, especially when she got to speak her parts with the lisp.:))  Ate Cheena and I met up after the workshops, [when I submitted my ARs] and we totally miss work already! Are we workaholics already?? :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATE K.LO. &lt;/strong&gt;haha. Not J.Lo, K. Lo! My other makeup artist. :)) Ate K. Lo is sooo much fun to be with. We’d get lots of juicy stories from her all the time. She’s one of the people I admire there since she’s not only gorgeous, but totally kind and is really wise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KUYA JAYSON. &lt;/strong&gt;The Pik-Nik Shoestring guy. Haha. He’s also the guy from PhilSci. I loved those boding moments that Angelo, Kuya Jayson and I had. Kuya Jayson would have totally hilarious stories for us everytime. Usually from the kids at his classes or other past experiences as a TA. He also taught me how to play FF7 at Angelo’s laptop. It was so cool. Although I think I won’t be able to play it again since I won’t know how to do it now. I just suck at those things. :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JANE. &lt;/strong&gt;My super sister. Bebe3. Aww. I don’t want Jane to go the States. :( I’m going to miss her sooo much. Jane and I would often have a lot of heart to heart talks, most of which are totally depressing. But those moments are very special since somehow, we got to rid some of the sad feelings we had. She’s such a genuine and kind person amidst all the blessings she has. She’s really down to earth and is one of the best people I’ve ever met. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew. That was such a long post. Anyway, I’ll still add people to that list. Mom’s just bugging me to finish this thingy already. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;To all of you guys who made my summer extra special,[mentioned above or not] thank you soooo much! See you next summer!:) *huuuugs!*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-6329968476204243907?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/6329968476204243907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=6329968476204243907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/6329968476204243907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/6329968476204243907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/06/tribute-to-summer-07.html' title='Tribute to Summer 07 :)'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-7167862777616691846</id><published>2007-06-14T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T18:11:36.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend, weekend!</title><content type='html'>I want time to fly by &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slash that. I need time to fly by as fast as it can. I need to train!! I need to playyy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly though, we have a quiz on Algeb tomorrow and I have to read today's newspaper for our Journ HW. God. Somebody take me away from the laptop, or else, I'll end up sleeping late again. Thus, fattening my already huge [and ugly] eyebags. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello world, I'm the pair of walking eyebags again. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-7167862777616691846?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/7167862777616691846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=7167862777616691846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/7167862777616691846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/7167862777616691846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/06/weekend-weekend.html' title='weekend, weekend!'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-865662670419742940</id><published>2007-06-12T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:00:23.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing summer:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Wah. I want Summer 07 to last foreverrrr.:(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell. :(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, new template again!:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for my Tribute to Summer post:) [which I'm still working on, it's verrrryyyy looong:))]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peaceout.:)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-865662670419742940?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/865662670419742940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=865662670419742940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/865662670419742940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/865662670419742940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/06/missing-summer.html' title='missing summer:('/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-3291330543910729725</id><published>2007-04-30T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T09:08:29.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoot me:))</title><content type='html'>The Tagaytay trip was fun. But I guess I just wasn’t able to make the most out of it. Darn it. I wasted such a nice vacation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at Canyon Woods with our family friends. Their house there was really nice, and they made us feel right at home. It was really cozy, but spacious at the same time. The cold breeze was somehow depressing, but at least, it gave me a break from the scorching heat back in Manila.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Saturday afternoon was spent on lazing around at the sauna and steam baths and taking a dip in the Jacuzzi. The elders were just playing golf all the time. Oh well. I guess golf just isn’t my thing because ever since I tried it, I sort of didn’t like to continue learning the sport anymore. But driving the golf carts was really fun. That part was totally fun for me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little boy from the Bagatsing family was introduced to us. His name was JT. JT’s really adorable and fun to be with, putting up a brave act and bluffing us in terms of watching scary movies, but then turns to the scared little boy that he really was. He also loved to swim and never got tired of the indoor pool in the Sports Pavilion. But what I find so amazing is that little boy of seven years old will someday be the CEO of one of the biggest banks in the Philippines. Yeap, he’s an heir of such a big fortune, and yet, great humility can be found in him. I do hope he doesn’t change.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nighttime came and I still felt empty. But everything was really pretty, especially since the fairy lights were on for the awarding ceremony of the golf tournament. We came back to the rest house at around 10pm already and I felt really tired already. So it was sort of an early snooze for me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up real early that Sunday for mass at the Angels’ Hills chapel. I felt really sleepy though. Haha. I wasn’t even myself, I had such a hard time concentrating on the gospel and homily. But I still sort of got the gist of the gospel, so all’s well. We then went on to Punta Fuego in Batangas after the mass. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Punta Fuego, we visited Kawayan Cove and Canyon Cove, which were practically neighbors. Lunchtime came and we went back to Tagaytay for lunch at Yellow Cab. After having lunch, we then headed back to Manila. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was such a great trip. But then again, I was too troubled to actually have fun.&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/8731541-3291330543910729725?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/3291330543910729725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=3291330543910729725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/3291330543910729725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/3291330543910729725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/05/wasted-such-nice-vacation.html' title='shoot me:))'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-1253726405906651574</id><published>2007-04-25T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T18:20:20.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet nothings :&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;*The title might seem really irrelevant to my blog post until the 4th paragraph, haha.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been more than a week already, but it feels to me like a month’s passed by since I blogged. Oh well. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really know if I’m feeling as happy as I was this morning. Man, everything’s still in a  topsy turvy state. Each day has its own set of ups and downs, and sadly, I usually end up down in the dumps come nighttime. Crap. This is all just a choice. Apparently, I always choose to sulk while the precious summer days drift away. Phbbbbbbt. It’s like even though I’m elated at times, then my energy level suddenly plummets after a short while. I think I already need help. HELP! [anyone, pleeeeease?]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had training yesterday. We only did two cycles of the dreaded circuit training thingy. We’d do lots [and I mean a &lt;u&gt;lot&lt;/u&gt;] of pushups, sit-ups, backbends, and two other exercises whose names I forgot. [ha-ha] Pardon my ignorance. So there, after those cycles, we got back to drills and matches. Surprisingly, it wasn’t as tiring as that of last week. After last Tuesday’s [April 17] training session, I immediately felt like throwing up, had a huge headache and had severe body aches all over. Man. That totally sucked. Anyway, at least I think I have gotten used to the hellish training demands. I mean, it would do me good someday when I really need it, so all this hard work will eventually pay off. [I hope so, ha-ha]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mom arrived from the States last Monday. Apparently, Dad would go crazy if Mom would stay for a day more there. Haha. Seeing my Dad miss my Mom badly was funny and sweet at the same time. For the past 20 years that they’ve been married, there’s still this spark between them, just as if they’re still in the first stage of a relationship. [That mushy-mushy thingy. Haha.] Dad was jittery and all over the place last Sunday, making sure everything was sparkly and clean in our house, drat, we even made fun of him several times, and I think he noticed that we’ve been laughing at him for quite a while. At least he didn’t get mad or something. Haha. And just a few days back, Dad was complaining about how he couldn’t get to sleep just because of missing Mom so badly. Awwww. :&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun thing about having Mom back was, of course the &lt;i&gt;pasalubong.&lt;/i&gt; :] Fuuun. She bought lots of Ghirardelli mint and dark chocolate for me, which is why I’m totally loving her even more. Yey. But, I somehow have to control myself because I still have to watch my weight, or else, I’d have an even harder time during training sessions. She actually bought a lot of stuff there, golly gee, &lt;i&gt;she had a real shopping expedition without me!&lt;/i&gt; Ouch. Haha. But, amidst all those fabulous stuff she bought for us, &lt;u&gt;I’m really glad she’s back home.&lt;/u&gt; It’s hard without a Mom for just three weeks. And yeah, I’ll still be this happy even though she didn’t come home with those treats, even without the Ghirardelli. Haha. See? I’m actually learning about the stuff that really matter. Yey. :) &lt;b&gt;I love the fact that my Mom’s just back home, with or without the &lt;i&gt;pasalubong.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the minute that my Titas were gone from the Balikbayan Box-salvage-time[haha], Mom immediately asked about my report card. Uh-oh. Even though I did surprisingly well [it wasn’t at all expected, swear] during the 4th quarter, I knew that my performance this year wasn’t good enough for her. So, true enough, she told me that since I did well during the 4th quarter, that will serve as a challenge for me to do that well or even better during my sophomore year in Kisay. Gahhd. I don’t know. Everything will be harder for sure, and I’m not that confident with the tests and lessons in Kisay as I was in Assumption. Oh well. I’ll just keep on praying. Surely, God will be able to guide me through next year, just as he did during my freshman year. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post has been long enough. And boring too. Haha. Sorry for just writing my heart out, I’m having irritable, mixed feelings and I’m just taking advantage of this blogging thingy to rub it all off. Apparently, it’s not that effective, but it did manage to make me feel a little bit better. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ciao for now. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pahabol:]&lt;/i&gt; ---Liang and Mara, I’m totally glad you’re back in Manila. I’m sure Palawan was a real blast.:) Salamat sa pasalubong. Muahmuah:) and Liang,&lt;i&gt; sino ba nagsabi sayong umakyat ka sa puno&lt;/i&gt; in the first place? Haha. Peace, I love you dear utot.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll leave you guys with a line from my Dad to my Mom when he called her while she was still in the States [and I was eavesdropping, hahahaha]:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Di ako makatulog kasi&lt;/i&gt; I miss you &lt;i&gt;na&lt;/i&gt; eh. &lt;i&gt;Wala ka kasi kaya&lt;/i&gt; I can’t sleep.”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww.:&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-1253726405906651574?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/1253726405906651574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=1253726405906651574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/1253726405906651574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/1253726405906651574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/04/sweet-nothings.html' title='sweet nothings :&gt;'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-1183127285591722547</id><published>2007-04-17T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T09:28:25.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy tuesday</title><content type='html'>I've been down for quite a while now. But this isn't what my summer's supposed to be! It should be about relaxing and having fun. My world is just going through the big spiral down again, I guess. I hope it ends soon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumon's been bugging me. Gahhd. I'm finishing level J [at long last!],  call me a nerd, but I'm actually enjoying the Proof of Identities thingy! You just manipulate the equations and stuff, haha. It's a lot easier than the past topics in level J, oh well. I just want to finish this and get on with level K. *nerd Kay*:))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in QC now for training later, from 2-5. I started eating less during the weekend, which was very hard, since weekends are feastdays in our house or we get to eat some place nice. Although I think I'm actually getting used to it already! I ate less Carbonara and less rice yesterday. Hooray. If I keep this up, I'll just have 5-10 or no pushups during training at all! Heaven.:D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Shang pics are now in Liang's multiply. yay. We looked totally crazy. Ohwell. It was so much fuuun. We took pictures in escalators, in Pink Box, near the fountain[during closing!] and everywhere else, oh well. haha. I hope we get do to it again, and SOON. &lt;em&gt;Mia, bumalik ka na!!:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope things get better.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do.:c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-1183127285591722547?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/1183127285591722547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=1183127285591722547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/1183127285591722547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/1183127285591722547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/04/lazy-tuesday.html' title='lazy tuesday'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-117627274213587585</id><published>2007-04-11T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T14:25:42.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wooh.:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;new skin.X)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bow.:)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-117627274213587585?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/117627274213587585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=117627274213587585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/117627274213587585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/117627274213587585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/04/woohd.html' title='wooh.:D'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-117439012402172282</id><published>2007-03-20T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T20:53:40.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Here's &lt;a href="http://allcoveredup.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Liang's &lt;/a&gt; blog post. It touched me some much that's why I wanted to put it here as well. haha. Nostalgia!!!:) Ohwell. Go na, read it:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~~~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends forever no matter what happens friendship never ends &lt;br /&gt;3.20.2007 03:45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine us, 6 second graders, running down the 'hill' beside the upper kiosk singing "friends forever, no matter what happens, friendship never ends." Back in second grade we were a barkada, with our own secret handshake. We were so young, believing every promise will not be broken and every dream will come true. We promised eachother we'd be friends forever. And guess what? After 6 long years, here we are, still friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line "no matter what happens" was just so superficial back in second grade. It was the tampuhan when we didn't accompany one to drink from her jug. (maeca? mara? remember?) "What happens" was limited to when one was pushed down and had a scratch on the knee. (Julia, ikaw may pakana nyan. :D) We faced gradeschool together overcoming obstacles (maecaa, wag kang mamamataay. HAHA. mara? remember the fight because of the violin? HAHA) learning so much from eachother along the way. (maeca, ako nagpapasaway sayo. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only now that I realize that "no matter what happens" is just more than the line who sort of rhymes with "friendship never ends". I remember sixth grade, when all of us were classmates and as close as ever. I remember how happy we were then, how often we spent time on the telephone talking about gossip gossip and more gossip. (carabao? train? syrup? ay duling? duraflex?) I remember clearly how my greatest downfall happened, how low I felt back then. I remember crying everyday, feeling so rejected. (Angge naaalala mo ba yung language seatwork na by pairs. nagtulungan lang tayo nung dumaan si ms. joy). I remember missing you guys so much and I was willing to give up everything to have you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that miracles do happen. Despite the horrible circumstances in sixth grade and 3 people transferring schools, here we are planning to reunite on friday, equipped with our big mouths ready to tell many stories. I'm so thankful that even though horrible stuff happened, we're still friends, just like our promises to each other in second grade :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MIA MARA ANGGE RICA JULIA RICA AND MAECA!!&lt;br /&gt;couldn't imagine gradeschool without you guys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for friday! waaah! excite ako :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~~~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. haha. I'm so excited. :) Can't wait till Friday. Can't wait till summer. This is going to be one of the best summers in my life. Better yet, the best.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Study checklist&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Earthsci&lt;/u&gt; - rocks, minerals, diastrophism, CDT, PT, SST, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;BasicStat&lt;/u&gt; - &lt;s&gt;Mean Deviation&lt;/s&gt;, Standard Deviation &amp; Variance (Grouped &amp; &lt;s&gt;Ungrouped&lt;/s&gt;), Quartile Deviation (Grouped &amp; &lt;s&gt;Ungrouped&lt;/s&gt;), Coefficient of Variance, Skewness &amp; Kurtosis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;MAPEH&lt;/u&gt; - did we actually study anything in MAPEH?!?!?! haha. oh yeah, stuff about smoking..ohwell, shotgun &lt;em&gt;nalang&lt;/em&gt;:) bwahaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you guys can see, I still have a lot of stuff to review for, on the contrary, I still am not planning to study any time soon. Bad Kay. But, rest assured that I'll at least finish 75% of the tasks up there. Maybe I'll study later, 9 pm? haha. &lt;em&gt;Bahala na. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Liang, thanks for letting me grab your post. I just loved it sooo much. :) and  oh, you too, I love you my mighty utot:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-117439012402172282?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/117439012402172282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=117439012402172282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/117439012402172282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/117439012402172282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/03/sweet.html' title='sweet:)'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-117437427144226222</id><published>2007-03-20T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T16:07:59.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gone loco</title><content type='html'>I should be studying for Earth Science or Basic Statistics by now, but, no, I'd rather slack off, watch mindless TV, while earphones are glued to my ears, texting and of course, making this blog post. What a great multitasker. haha. I don't know where my value of time has gone to(yeah, the thing that Dad's been instilling in my sister and I for the past years, yeah, it was effective, but now..ehrm..haha), but apparently, it's gone somewhere down the drain. Oh well. At least, I'm not torturing my brain, with knowledge on rocks, standard deviation and the like.. at least, not yet. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had such a hard time studying because this pesky fever kept on coming up after 30 minutes or so of reviewing. I had no choice but to sleep, and waste my precious time. haha. Nah, time spent on sleeping is time well spent. :)) Wooh. Words of wisdom. NOT. hahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's totally clear that I'm hyper today. Well yeah, I am, but I'm not that totally happy. Wah. It's because I'm stupid. Gone crazy. Forgot important things. Oh well. &lt;em&gt;I'm so sorry.&lt;/em&gt; :(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that's keeping me happy is the fact that my parents let me go out with my friends on Friday. :) I miss my girls:) Am soooo excited that frankly, I'm having a hard time concentrating on my studies and I just want the days to drift by (even though they're not supposed to, I'm pretty torn, wah.) and let the wonderous Friday gimmick happen. Wooh. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaaahd. Then again, I think I better study. Earthsci's really hard, plus BStat's totally confusing, I guess a few browsing won't hurt. Plus a few more recalls and drills, as said from my previous post, I really need to cap off this year with &lt;strong&gt;good grades&lt;/strong&gt;, though not &lt;s&gt;perfect scores&lt;/s&gt;, but at least &lt;u&gt;decent&lt;/u&gt; ones that I won't be ashamed to show my dear parents.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to study is the only way that I'll be able to get those decent grades. Wah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I know there's the special people around me that I can go to especially in these times of stress. :) Thank you, you guys.:) &lt;3 &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-117437427144226222?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/117437427144226222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=117437427144226222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/117437427144226222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/117437427144226222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/03/gone-loco.html' title='gone loco'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-117397288631088993</id><published>2007-03-16T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T00:38:07.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eyebags, again:)</title><content type='html'>Oh, gee, look at the time. It's almost midnight.:))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooyeah. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously on a high now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if it's a good thing though, since I should be studying for the EarthSci long test tomorrow, which is a certified brain drainer. haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I just have to wait for the TechWrite CD to burn and I'm off the net. How saaaaaaad. haha. Gahd. I am so not making sense here. I'm literally taking a break from my acads, haha. I still have one more task in my To-Do list left unchecked. And yeap, you got it right, it's reviewing for the Esci test tomorrow.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it my fault if I'm not really interested in rocks, volcanoes and the like? Whoooooooooot. I so don't want to study anymore. I want to sleeeeeeeep!!! But I guess I have no choice. I need to study and take things seriously. This is the last run and I need to finish the year off at least with decent grades. Wooh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me God.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caffeine overload and humongous eyebags again. Lovely.;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-117397288631088993?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/117397288631088993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=117397288631088993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/117397288631088993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/117397288631088993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/03/eyebags-again.html' title='eyebags, again:)'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-117378426081846632</id><published>2007-03-13T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T20:11:01.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it?</title><content type='html'>As a child, I was afraid of a lot of things. The dark, creepy crawly things, ghosts, the works. I remember crying out to my dad whenever I felt scared and he would comfort me and try to make me laugh. It was easy to make calm down before. A simple joke or hug would settle my restless self down.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my elementary days back in AA, I still had those petty, sometimes funny phobias. My friends and I would actually have a blast shrieking our hearts out and realize that we were scared, but having a good time at it too. Having my friends with me would somehow lessen the fear and comfort me right away. On more serious fears, they were there to hear me out, to talk to me heart to heart and after a while, everything would seem alright. But my parents were(and are) still in the picture, and I'd never find more comfort than in them. During this time, I also began to develop a deeper relationship with my big sister, most of the time having her as a confidant to some of the problems I rant about, those of which I couldn't share with my parents. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in just a few days, I am about to end my first year in high school. I can say that I've changed a lot these past ten months. Both physically and emotionally. It seems that nowadays, problems and fears became heavier, harder to go through, and sometimes impossible to solve. These would range from anything under the sun. I guess this is one of the perils in high school that everyone just has to go through. Eventually everything will help me out and hopefully, mold me into a better person.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this time, it's as if, the people whom you can count on for support are getting farther and farther away, and are getting less. That's what makes the situation seem unbearable, I think. Good thing though, those special people, no matter how few they are, are really of great help. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As life goes on, challenges become tougher, testing our personality and improving our whole outlook in life. It's just something we have to go through, no matter how hard it may be, no matter how badly hurt we may get, no matter how impossible it may seem.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is inevitable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-117378426081846632?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/117378426081846632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=117378426081846632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/117378426081846632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/117378426081846632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/03/is-it.html' title='is it?'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-117343163549823673</id><published>2007-03-09T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T19:56:01.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye, Mr. Happy:)</title><content type='html'>Mr. Happy's career has officially ended. We had our times, yeah, but it's now time for him to go, since, well, I'm happy again.:) So, 'till next time, Mr. Happy, do rest in peace.:) hahahaha. [Mr. Happy's the hand puppet I used to draw whenever I feel totally sad, waha. Crazy mehh.:))]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/smile016.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In loving memory of Mr. Happy (Mar. 5, 2006-Mar. 9, 2006)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, we just had our Psychological Tests today. They're just a bunch of tests we had to take nonstop, but no worry though, since they're not graded at all. Plus, they weren't brain-draining tests, so they're A-okaaaay.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing was, I wasn't feeling good at all today. I had a hard time breathing since last night till now. Phbbt. An asthma attack hit me at school during the test, plus while Jenny, Camille and I were at the Values Ed garden hanging out with Miggy. Gaahd. Stupid me. Forgot the inhaler. Thought I was going to collapse, but I got through. Yey me. haha.:)) So the second I got home, I quickly plugged in the nebulizer and puffed away. haha. Didn't help much, though, I still feel bad and I think a fever's coming up. Oh pleeeeeeeease, noooooooooooooo.:( I don't want to have a fever, not now, maybe on Monday. haha. I so don't want to miss Jolo V.'s birthday celebration tomorrow morning till the afternoon and my dad's house birthday party starting at around 5pm till morning the next day in our Taytay house. Yeah, baby. Two parties is one day. Gotta love it.:) That's why my immune system's gotta work overtime, no fever or whatsoever till Monday!!! haha. Gotta stock up on that Cecon fast. haha. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week's going to be a hectic one. Our adviser admitted that we'd have quizzes every meeting, plus a lot of info will be given out. Oh no. Information overload. Certainly not my thing.:( Well, yeah, learning about stuff is kinda fun at times, but too much stuff to remember is deadly. Way deadleeeeh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phhbt. Honda Motors' service is definitely slowing down. Gahhd. My dad and I have been waiting for about a week for our CR-V to be delivered, but according to the coordinator at the Pasig branch, the delivery will take some time because of some technical issue. Sheesh. I sooo can't wait for our new car. Another baby in the family. haha.:) I'm soooooo excited.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you's:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duane&lt;/strong&gt;, for the Hershey's cookies and cream, Reese's peanutbutter cups and the Hershey's milk chocolate, definitely yummy.:) &lt;em&gt;Sa uulitin&lt;/em&gt;:) haha&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Camz&lt;/strong&gt;, for guiding the hell outta me, especially earlier this week. Wouldn't have this sanity[even though it's clearly low in status,hahaha] left if you weren't there to hug me with every teardrop. :)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt;, for the Cerealicious treat. Super duper yummy. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jolo V&lt;/strong&gt;, for being such a patient seatmate especially during my emote-emote moments. haha. and oh,, for carrying my computer project a while ago. What an angel. haha.:) &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jolo R&lt;/strong&gt;, for sharing the ever yummy Tomi, gave me that much needed boost. haha:) &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Cutter&lt;/strong&gt;, for accidentally slipping from my hand last night, cutting me in the process. Darn it. I'm not into lacerating, you know. Stupid Natsci project. Stupid wobbly hand. haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&gt;So, I'm also saying thank you to &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Band Aid&lt;/strong&gt;, for covering up the cut. Yey. haha. &lt;em&gt;Babaw. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, for keeping me company during my 3-hour emote session, haha.:)) mehn, I've been very emotional this week,:))&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt;, for another chance. :)&lt;/em&gt; And the Chuckie. haha.:))&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and to everyone else who's been an angel this week, keeping me sane, fixing me and helping me out. haha. thank yooooooooooooou.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my post ends here. *bow*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cue applause*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;em&gt;kapal. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-117343163549823673?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/117343163549823673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=117343163549823673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/117343163549823673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/117343163549823673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/03/goodbye-mr-happy.html' title='goodbye, Mr. Happy:)'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-117335336152226733</id><published>2007-03-08T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T19:29:21.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a quick one:)</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday &lt;strong&gt;Dad!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday &lt;strong&gt;Jenny!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avo+Bec will have the psych tests tomorrow, no classes! Hallelujah!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-117335336152226733?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/117335336152226733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=117335336152226733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/117335336152226733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/117335336152226733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/03/quick-one.html' title='a quick one:)'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-117317322939576423</id><published>2007-03-06T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T19:06:04.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never been this happy</title><content type='html'>*not*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I convince myself to stop crying, in a matter of seconds those freakin tears begin to fall. STUPID.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is how it feels.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time chocolates were no good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-117317322939576423?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/117317322939576423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=117317322939576423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/117317322939576423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/117317322939576423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/03/never-been-this-happy.html' title='never been this happy'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-117282442220007088</id><published>2007-03-02T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T16:52:00.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this just in..</title><content type='html'>During my siesta, I heard the faint ringing of the phone downstairs, but was too sleepy to bother and pick it up. Besides, my dad hogged the television downstairs, so he should pick it up. So I went back to my not-so-wonderful sleep. [It did rid some of eyebags though.]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time, my dad eventually woke me out of my slumber. I was irritated at first since I rarely sleep during afternoons, and I do miss it, so I thought that he was depriving me of doing something I don't get to do that often. My dad told me that my TechWrite teacher called a while ago. A big 'uh-oh' popped in my mind. &lt;em&gt;What was it this time? Have I gotten myself into some trouble again? &lt;/em&gt; Then again, he told me that I needed to return Mr. Panzo's call to find out what exactly was up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my call, Mr. Panzo told me that I was to compete at tomorrow's Regionals for reading comprehension with the 2nd, 3rd and 4th year reps. Shoot. Up to now, I still am scared since I had no other experiences of competition aside from badminton before. So there, the girl who's been sulking all day immediately turns into one of QSci's representatives for a regional competition. I have to feel good about myself immediately to be able to do good tomorrow. Hopefully I will.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me. Since I really don't know how this competition thingy goes about. I really need your prayers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the Avo-people who wished me luck and promised me their prayers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*still depressed, now afraid, I hope these negative feelings will be gone by tomorrow.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-117282442220007088?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/117282442220007088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=117282442220007088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/117282442220007088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/117282442220007088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-just-in.html' title='this just in..'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-117281542208465206</id><published>2007-03-02T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T14:09:57.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>down the drain.</title><content type='html'>Today's the 2nd of March. I am supposed to be celebrating today. I am supposed to be sooo happy today. This day was supposed to be something really spectacular. I was totally looking forward to this day. I was praying hard last night for this day to come. Yes, it eventually came, but with depression in tow.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be doing my Kumon worksheets in front of the laptop. I shouldn't be at home. Gaaahd. Going on and on about this makes me feel more depressed, but I can't help it. I just need to blog my heart out this moment just to keep my sanity in tact.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe sleeping would ease it all. Yeah, maybe sleeping will.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta have the much needed siesta. All this drama is just too hard to take. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where has all the excitement gone to?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-117281542208465206?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/117281542208465206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=117281542208465206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/117281542208465206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/117281542208465206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/03/down-drain.html' title='down the drain.'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-117275042776111767</id><published>2007-03-01T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T20:00:27.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3-day weekend, babyyy:)</title><content type='html'>The DATs were given today. Contrary to what I thought, we'd be given such brain draining tests, but, the only test which was deadly was the Filipino test, all the others were fine. So there, my rants were only put to waste. haha. Still, taking tests isn't my favorite thing in the whole world.haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's a free day,hallelujah!:) Friday's rest day, yeeey. No training on Saturday, up until April 15, which makes me feel a little bit sad, but I'll have to get through the training-less weeks. Saturday afternoon to Sunday morning is devoted to my AA friends. I sooo miss them. I'm hella excited too.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, ooooooooooooooh lala, there's a &lt;strong&gt;Nike Sale &lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow, whoot. My Tita texted me a while ago and told me about the said event in the MegaTrade Hall, starting tomorrow till the 4th.&lt;3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing more to write, since laziness is taking over my system again, haha, I'll update later once I have some sensible things to write. For the time being, bye, y'all.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-117275042776111767?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/117275042776111767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=117275042776111767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/117275042776111767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/117275042776111767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/03/3-day-weekend-babyyy.html' title='3-day weekend, babyyy:)'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-117266156997905767</id><published>2007-02-28T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T19:23:19.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAT is bad &gt;:)</title><content type='html'>'The Division Achievement Tests will cover 25% of your card grade, class, so please do well in the tests tomorrow.'&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrible. Plain terrible.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The freshmen and juniors will be put in a deadly 5 hour test series tomorrow. While the seniors and sophomores will have the day off tomorrow and then take the DATs on Friday. Gaahd:\ Isn't it that achievement tests aren't supposed to be graded at all? Gone were the days where CEM tests were taken lightly. Arrgghhh. Sometimes too much striving for excellence is deadly. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, after the DATs, Basti, Jen and I will take another series of tests for the regional competition in English, I think. Whoever with the highest score will be the one to be sent to the said event. Ohwell. Go Bastiii!! haha.:) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I've been totally craving for GoNuts, haha. So anyone with a good heart there, send me some:) haha. I'm dying for those uber delectable donuts. Calories, calories, calories, who cares about them stupid calories when you get to taste a piece of heaven? wahahaha &gt;:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this week ends already. It's just too tiring. It's just been too demanding and stressful, with one look at my face, you'll see the big difference from what it was the past year, way back during the wonderful days of 7th grade. I didn't have zits at all, and my eyebags weren't that big and there were no black circles underneath my eyes. Now, well, it's like there's a big neon sign with the word 'STRESSED' in big, bold, red letters across my poor, tired face. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need is day of complete rest, say, 12-15 hours of sleep? No books, no handouts, no notes, no acads. Just plain unwinding and relaxation. Please,ohplease, ohplease, I hope that day would come soon.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I've got something to look forward to.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 more days:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-117266156997905767?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/117266156997905767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=117266156997905767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/117266156997905767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/117266156997905767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/02/dat-is-bad.html' title='DAT is bad &gt;:)'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-117214884535822006</id><published>2007-02-22T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T21:12:41.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mathematics &amp;&amp; the rest of the world</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's our Math LT and I haven't even opened my Math notebook yet, nor take a glimpse of the ECUP copy. Gaahd. The Ecup. Way dreadful. I didn't even understand the stuff that Mr. Chua lectured. Well, I do, a little bit. Maybe, 25% of the lectures, I did understand, the rest, well, it's all up to my lucky stars if I'll pass the LT tomorrow or not. haha.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had our NatSci LT a while ago. It was waaaayyy confusing. Very, very tricky. I must admit, I didn't review that well for the test, but since I understood the stuff that Ms. Bael discussed in the IS Lab, I thought that I'd still be able to pass with that knowledge on my head. Balancing equations was pretty tricky, but I guess I'll be able to get the items in that part. The identification part was haaaard.:| There was a point where my mind was just blank and my hands were just doing the shotgun. Yeah. Shotgun. I love doing shotguns. Especially when my mind's going blank. So that means, I always do the shotgun. Waha. My mind's going insane.  Gahhhd. I was wrong about not reviewing. Ohwell. Lesson learned. Review, review, review. Man. All this pressure's getting to me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, terrible news was given to us. Particularly for me. We're going to have the dreaded achievement tests in the first week of March. Nooooooo.:( The idea of studying the subjects from cover-to-cover doesn't appeal to me at all. This is going to be hard. Back in elementary, we don't do cover-to-cover tests. Plus, achievement tests were not part of the final grade so there is actually no pressure in taking tests like the CEM, for that matter. Har. I suck at achievement tests. I really do. By the looks of it, my 4th quarter grades are going to be &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; pulled down by the achievement tests. I can't take this. I need a break. I really do.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as much as I want school to end, the idea of going on a summer break suddenly became dreadful. Weird. Well, I really do want to hang out by the beach and laze around during the summer break but a big part's going to be taken away by the start of summer. &lt;em&gt;Time's going so fast. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, my grandparents are going to migrate to the States this summer, on the 30th of March, to be exact. I have mixed feelings about this issue. I'm sure going to miss my grandparents, but I'm reasurred by the fact that I'll get to see them at least once a year. I'll miss my Lolo's jokes and the way he.. well, spoils my ate, cousins and I. Ha-ha. Especially when our parents are putting up a strict act, he'll be always there to cater to our needs. waha. Not only that, he also tries to soften up our parents especially when bounds for grounding are in the air. My Lola, on the other hand, cooks really well. I'm sure going to miss her specialties, Sinigang and Igado. Though I'm not that close to Lola as with my Lolo, life won't really be the same without her gentle smile and graceful ways.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A lot of stuff are going to be taken away from me this summer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I be able to handle it? Hopefully I will. I know it's going to be real hard. But it's going to happen, it's life. It's inevitable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-117214884535822006?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/117214884535822006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=117214884535822006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/117214884535822006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/117214884535822006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/02/mathematics-rest-of-world.html' title='mathematics &amp;&amp; the rest of the world'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-117187644297435319</id><published>2007-02-19T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T17:14:02.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my mind's spinning out of control</title><content type='html'>We were dismissed earlier today. At 2pm exactly. Which means, we didn't have Math and Technial Writing today, what a relief. Math and TechWri gives me headaches these days. It was supposed to be such a fun day. I was actually looking forward to it. But how stupid can I really be? Gaahhd. :(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know just what got to me. Immediately, stuff going on my mind goes on a topsy-turvy and I can't think sraight. I forget my priorities and I commit grave mistakes. Sucks to be me, eh?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I didn't elaborate on the details. I can't, well at least for now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry, again. Sorry if I keep on messing up. Hope you had a nice time. &lt;u&gt;I'll make it up to you.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-117187644297435319?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/117187644297435319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=117187644297435319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/117187644297435319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/117187644297435319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-minds-spinning-out-of-control.html' title='my mind&apos;s spinning out of control'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-117144917832467827</id><published>2007-02-14T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T18:54:57.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts' Day x)</title><content type='html'>Hearts' Day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first ever in QSci.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a blast.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thaaaanks.x)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, our annual Valentine's Day dinner date was cancelled. Dad had an emergency meeting, just now, and my Mom, plus my Ate and I decided to make things easier for Dad and just schedule another date during the weekend. I do hope Dad's not too stressed out, besides, he shouldn't be too stressed-out, menn, for crying out loud! haha.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, hope y'all enjoyed this day as much as I did.:) It was indeed a day to remember.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely. :p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you,, i want my own set of bodyguards too!!! madaya kaaaa,, haha:) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/smile011.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artie and I,, Artie's way pretty,,haha:))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/smile014.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jen, kay and camz,, loveit:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/smile015.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;venti frappes are luuurve.&lt;3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/Tongangs.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone crazy ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-117144917832467827?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/117144917832467827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=117144917832467827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/117144917832467827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/117144917832467827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/02/hearts-day-x.html' title='Hearts&apos; Day x)'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-117127562812944956</id><published>2007-02-12T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T18:29:19.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...and my worst pains are words I cannot say</title><content type='html'>Last night was dreadful.:( I had a terrible asthma attack, one that I was not prepared for. All was well for the past three months or so and an asthma attack was not at all expected. I had such a hard time breathing I had to take a lot of shots from the Discus and the nebulizer was working overtime. Mom stayed close to me last night, everyone was scared, so was I, it was I think, the worst I had for about 6 months. They were supposed to rush me in last night, but I insisted that I was fine, even though I was not. I'm becoming real weird. Gaaahd.:( I went to school feeling really bad. Good thing Camille was already there. At last, some sunshine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was sad. Definitely not one of my favorite days. I am such a terrible person. Arrrgh.:( Plus, it became worse when I signed in the messenger. :((&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will a perfect score in natsci make my day? I thought it would. Apparently, it's not just enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-117127562812944956?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/117127562812944956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=117127562812944956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/117127562812944956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/117127562812944956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-my-worst-pains-are-words-i-cannot.html' title='...and my worst pains are words I cannot say'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-117007115031328768</id><published>2007-01-29T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T18:52:04.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cold:)</title><content type='html'>It's been a month, and I'm doing totally fine. Thanks to the people around me. I've learned the great value of life. You know who you guys are.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even notice it until I looked at my calendar, haha. See? I almost forgot.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was totally cold, it even felt like Baguio in the middle of Qsci,, haha. I loved it though, I would totally enjoy it if the temperature would be like that every single day.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for the hug:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-117007115031328768?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/117007115031328768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=117007115031328768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/117007115031328768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/117007115031328768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/01/cold.html' title='cold:)'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-116981175810357955</id><published>2007-01-26T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T19:48:43.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speech Choir, beybehhh</title><content type='html'>I arrived at school pretty late this morning. Well, not that late, but later than my usual time of arrval, I think it was like 7.50 sharp or something, &lt;em&gt;basta&lt;/em&gt;, just right on time for our car to be able to go through the gate before it closes. haha.:)) Oh well. haha. It took me so long to get up and prepare. I am LAZYYYYY.:))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, since there were a lot of cars during that time, Tito&lt;em&gt;[my dad was pretty slow too this morning, so he told me to go with my tito instead,,haha, see, we're such a lazy familyy:))]&lt;/em&gt; dropped me off near the Values Ed garden, where Jenny was seated. haha. She didn't even notice. &lt;em&gt;Bulag shokoy&lt;/em&gt;.:)) Nyaha. Kidding, Jenny.:) peaaaace.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Avo room was such in such a buzz. Everyone was cramming, especially for the Natsci project, good thing though, Lyka was able to take our project home last night and was able to make a fab set-up. Whoot. Praise Lyka:))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Banzon stopped by our room to inform us of our call time, whoot. We had to be there 15 minutes before the presentation. So there, she advised us to get into our costumes already, if we had costumes, that is. Us girls invaded the washroom immediately, Camz wore a super nice outfit. haha. &lt;em&gt;Katuwa&lt;/em&gt;. Skirt ni Bebe, shirt ni Cloi, leggings ni Tita. Slippers ni Jen. woohoot.:)) Labitt.:)) But she did look nice in that Brainy-outfit of hers. I so envy her. haha. Actually all of them looked good, I looked, well, err, ordinary. I should've brought that other costume. Tssss.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had two run-through&lt;em&gt;s&lt;/em&gt;, I think. Oh well, after that we painted our right hands according to our corresponding colors. It was red for me. I was about to go to the pink crowd and realized that it would be dumb of me to do that. haha. Yeah, I am outta my mind.:)) I then went to Ella and asked her where my other Red groupmates were, apparently, they were on their way to the IS lab for some red food color. Oh yeah. Joy. We are such resourceful kids.haha.:)) I dashed my way to the field, &lt;em&gt;[yeap, I was wearing my court shoes, so that no one would call me a penguin while running,, wooyeah:))] &lt;/em&gt;and finally was able to catch up with the boys. haha. I was the only girl in the group, or was I the only boy? hahahaha.:)) Ryan finally gave us the red paint, without brushes. Tss. Here go our resourceful selves again. We just had to do many high-fives, and tada! We had our right hands coated with red paint. haha. Love it.:))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally had to proceed to the covered court for the moment of truth. Damn. All the other sections looked good. Ohwell. We just had to make do with what we had. We were 6th, again. Ohwell. Finally it was our time. We were pretty loud I think. But what we did was nothing spectacular. Am dead serious. Yes, we really spent a lot of time and effort in that particular presentation, but we weren't that special compared to the other sections. At least it wasn't hard for us to accept our defeat.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't place. Not even the usual 3rd. [we were 3rd place in the folkdance thingy and 3rd again for the CarolFest] Oh well, we just had to accept it. We all knew that we won't win, anyway. But I couldn't help but think of all the time and effort we spent in this activity. I could still see the tired and weary faces of Marielle, Camille and Ella. They all directed us well. We just weren't that attentive and focused. At least now, it'll be a lesson learned and another chance to redeem ourselves. If there is another chance, that is.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I forget, it was my 2nd day, again. haha. During our CarolFest, it was my 2nd day too. Honestly, what is up with the clashing of the competitions and my cramp days?!? haha.:))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our Basic Statistics 'class' at the bleachers. Oh yeah. Twas fun. Mrs. Nuestro didn't even attend, so we just stayed there and laughed, made a &lt;u&gt;lot&lt;/u&gt; of noise, laughed again and just had puuure fun. haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, wow, I managed to make another long post. haha.:))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KUYA DUUUUANNNEE!!!:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-116981175810357955?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/116981175810357955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=116981175810357955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116981175810357955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116981175810357955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/01/speech-choir-beybehhh.html' title='Speech Choir, beybehhh'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-116946410513982069</id><published>2007-01-22T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T19:08:25.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; didn't keep your promise.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;, I'm starting to lose my patience, you know. Just stop it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-116946410513982069?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/116946410513982069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=116946410513982069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116946410513982069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116946410513982069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-116944658590544787</id><published>2007-01-22T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T14:16:25.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whuttarelief</title><content type='html'>Whew. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Periodical tests were finished today. At long last. The days of torment are now officially over.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Earthsci test had a lot of items which needed some serious analyzation, which were totally tricky. Hopefully, I pass the Perio test, or else, the scores I had for the past quizzes and tests would be put to a waste.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad varsity players weren't exempted from the MAPEH test this quarter, haha. I didn't know some items in the MAPEH test, especially those pressure points in Health. Oh well, everyone passes MAPEH anyway, haha.:))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, at least I'll get to relax today, plus, my dad and I are going out tonight, and I'm totally looking forward to it. It'll be the icing on top of the cake.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wondeful Monday, everyone.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-116944658590544787?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/116944658590544787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=116944658590544787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116944658590544787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116944658590544787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/01/whuttarelief.html' title='whuttarelief'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-116920148730517482</id><published>2007-01-19T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T18:11:27.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tgif:)</title><content type='html'>The perio tests today were totally brain smacking. Technical Writing, Natural Science and Basic Stat. Men. Pure hell.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bstat was the easiest of the lot though, whilst Natsci was pretty easy during the multiple choice part but the problem solving was the complete opposite. Ohwell. I'm just crossing my fingers and wishing that at least I pass the perio,,haha. Techwri was the hardest. Twas the most stressful of the tests. Hopefully, the Monday test would be easier than the tests we had today. &lt;em&gt;*please-oh-please-oh-please*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dreadful tests, my friends and I went out. Yeap.:)Twas so much fuuuun.:) I'll upload some pics once Camille sends it to me:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training will finally resume tomorrow, hallelujah!:))&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-116920148730517482?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/116920148730517482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=116920148730517482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116920148730517482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116920148730517482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/01/tgif.html' title='tgif:)'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-116901665783927154</id><published>2007-01-17T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T15:12:05.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just loooove taking periodical tests.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NOT.&lt;/strong&gt;haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo stupid:))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will I be able to review for math when my notebook is in the friggin locker??? Good thing I have my E-cup sheets, though. But I won't be able to understand the Ecup stuff fully if I don't have my notebook with me. Oh well. Phhhfffbbbt. Stupidity sucks. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been online for half of the day already, and I haven't even studied yet. Yay, me!:)) Hmmm. I'll study as soon as I finish the post. Hopefully. haha. I'll go somewhere far from the laptop, as soon as this publishes. haha. There. I still have 3 difficult subjects to review for and approximately 9-10 hrs of review. I think that should be enough.[that is if I still want to get at least 5 hours of sleep.haha.]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I've set-up my English and AP books and notebooks, plus my clearbook, my pencil case, a sharpener, an intermediate pad and the 3 Ecup sheets on my study table. The laptop has to go to the opposite side of the room, to prevent further distraction.haha.:)) But I'll still be online, just buzz me through ym if you need something &lt;strong&gt;important&lt;/strong&gt; from me.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the caffeine, baby, it's study time!!!:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-116901665783927154?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/116901665783927154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=116901665783927154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116901665783927154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116901665783927154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-just-loooove-taking-periodical-tests.html' title='i just loooove taking periodical tests.'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-116851875615405600</id><published>2007-01-11T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T20:32:38.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to you, yeah you:)</title><content type='html'>First of all, I am terribly SORRY if I have offended you, yes, the person who's been a regular user of my cbox.:)) I am so sorry for anything that I have done that you didn't like at all.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, please leave Qsci alone. Qsci has done nothing wrong to you, so please, be your good self, and leave my present school in peace.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this post, I have a few words for you, &lt;em&gt;frequent-user-of-my-cbox&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubber glue, back to you.:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks yummy:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-116851875615405600?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/116851875615405600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=116851875615405600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116851875615405600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116851875615405600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/01/to-you-yeah-you.html' title='to you, yeah you:)'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-116825641732001945</id><published>2007-01-08T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T18:21:13.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am an addict:)</title><content type='html'>Hell I am.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, a car addict, that is.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and I went car window shopping yesterday. We dropped by Honda Libis, Ford Greenhills, Mazda Greenhills, Nissan Libis[or was it Ortigas?haha], Hyundai Ortigas and Toyota Shaw. We even went inside the Mercedes Benz, Chrysler, Dodge and BMW showrooms just for fun. haha:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the cars[most of them are SUVs] we checked out:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/hondacrvnew.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CR-V 2006 was pretty good.:) I totally loved it, especially since our car before was a CR-V, but it was a 2005 model, though.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/cr-v2007.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 2007 CR-V to be launched in April. It looks a lot like the BMW X5, that's why it looks totally luxurious.:) Can't wait to check it out in the showrooms.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/bmwx5new.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think the side angle of the BMW X5 looks a lot like the Honda CR-V 207? I do. haha:))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/ford2006.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ford Escape was cool too. I just didn't like the black piping below. haha. &lt;em&gt;Arte:))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/mazda_tributenew.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mazda Tribute is a nice SUV. It's not too tough-looking, but it can surely handle the great outdoors.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/toyotafortunernew.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fortuner too is a great contender. It looks big on the outside, but it is pretty small with terms of its interior. Pretty good though, because it runs on a diesel engine, which is totally practical nowadays. You get the high-end look even though you won't have to burn your pockets by the high gasoline prices.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/nissanurvan-estate.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even checked out the Nissan Urvan-Estate. It looks a lot like the new Toyota Hi-Ace though.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/starex.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we checked out the Nissan Urvan-Estate, I liked Hyundai's Starex better. Plus, my dad said that the 2006 Starex has the best van drive around.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/hyundaitucsonnew.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hyundai Tucson looked like a big toy car. haha.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/fordeverestnew.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes, the Ford Everest. It looks like a ranger with a hood on, but it still looks nice.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/camry.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Toyota Camry is a killer. I totally loved it.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/hondacivic2006.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not the least, the Honda Civic 2006. It has a spacious interior and to kill looks. It is also similar to the BMW One Series.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I think the big shot cars for my dad are the Honda CR-V, the Toyota Fortuner, the Hyundai Starex, the Toyota Camry, and the Honda Civic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the BMW X5. haha. As if. It was fun looking over the expensive showrooms too. Everyone is free to dream. haha.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am totally excited for the new car that'll be added to our family's collection early this year. But I'm crossing my fingers for the Honda CR-V 2007[which will be out in April], the Toyota Fortuner or the Toyota Camry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I bought a new pair of badminton shoes. It's a Nike rubberized sole with gold and hot pink piping. yeah. Hott. haha:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-116825641732001945?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/116825641732001945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=116825641732001945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116825641732001945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116825641732001945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-addict.html' title='i am an addict:)'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-116791893690926091</id><published>2007-01-04T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T21:55:36.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, AP:))</title><content type='html'>Unbelievable. Yeap, this day was totally unbelievable.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to school totally unprepared for the AP long test. haha. Whenever my classmates would ask me questions about the AP stuff, I'd end up staring and just giving them a puzzled look. I didn't know anything at all. haha. Ohwell.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our free time, Jenny, Camille and I decided to review for AP. I managed to take note of some stuff, but it wasn't a great deal. I just kept on forgetting stuff and I couldn't answer their questions. I was totally clueless. It was then that I made up my mind and I gave up. I'll just fail my 2nd long test. I passed the 1st long test, so maybe, it was okay for me to fail my 2nd. haha. Bad Kay.:))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 4th period was AP. After Ms. Banzon dismissed us, it took a while for Sir Semana to come to our room, but pretty much, it was time for us to take the dreaded test. We were all jittery, especially me. It seemed like all of my classmates were totally perepared for the test, while I only knew some facts.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed really hard before, during and while checking the test papers. Prayer really does work.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I passed, I think it's high time for me to start prioritizing my studies over leisure time. Maybe this was just one chance given to me, and the next tests would be totally up to me. Ohwell. Time to face the music.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-116791893690926091?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/116791893690926091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=116791893690926091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116791893690926091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116791893690926091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-ap.html' title='oh, AP:))'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-116771607990692150</id><published>2007-01-02T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T13:34:39.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enough of my rants, it's 2007 already!:)</title><content type='html'>Happy new year y'all!:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, it's pretty late, but it still counts, right? Right Camz? haha.:))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Tita Neris is celebrating her birthday today, and so is Kuya Kyaw. Happy birthday, you guys:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, it's just too sad that I won't be able to attend my Tita's celebration tonight. My tita and some friends, plus my ninang will go to the Westin Plaza later to have a night out, I think they're also going to a couple of parties, tsk, I've always enjoyed celebrating Jan.2, the Tita Neris way, but this year, I won't be able to make it.:(Tsk,tsk. Stupid school. haha. Kidding. I just don't want to go to school yet, the break's totally short.:|&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of my rants, I do hope that this year would be a good one. Not only for my family, but for everyone as well, especially our less fortunate brothers and the people who were affected by the calamities that struck our country the past year. Hopefully, this year will bring us inner peace and true happiness.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A prosperous year to everyone.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-116771607990692150?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/116771607990692150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=116771607990692150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116771607990692150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116771607990692150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2007/01/enough-of-my-rants-its-2007-already.html' title='enough of my rants, it&apos;s 2007 already!:)'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-116659758361395266</id><published>2006-12-20T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T18:03:17.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my christmas rants</title><content type='html'>We had our Christmas Party today. Note the lack of excitement. I didn't even enjoy it. It was well, to be honest, crammed and unorganized. Ohwell. It was the company of my friends that made up for the lame party. It would be a dull one without my two tongangs and my other friends. Oh yeah, and the electric guitar too. haha. It was so nice, I want one!!!! There we go again, my never-ending wishlist. Tsktsktsk. And to think a lot of people won't even have homes this Christmas. Tsktsktsk, bad Kay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't feel the Christmas spirit. Yeah, I gave out a lot of gifts a while ago and received a reasonable amount of gifts too, but this year, something's wrong. The frustrating part about is, I can't even identify the source of my lack of enthusiasm for the holidays. Friggin me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it's already the start of the Christmas break. But, men. A lot of projects were given out and Long Tests to review for are all lined up on the first to the second week of January. Friggin projects. Friggin tests. Why can't they just let us enjoy the break? Whyyyyyyy??????? :\&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my AA friends. And I so mean it. No need for more words, I just miss them. Hands down.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I am playing the part of the girl who's angry at the world right now. I dunno where this angst came from, but I do hope that this thing will vanish just in time for Christmas. I don't wanna be a grinch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-116659758361395266?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/116659758361395266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=116659758361395266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116659758361395266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116659758361395266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-christmas-rants.html' title='my christmas rants'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-116653912580707900</id><published>2006-12-19T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T22:45:04.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it really just a few days before christmas? :(</title><content type='html'>I am sad. Terribly.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things happened over the past days. There was the Carolfest, where we, the AvogadroI students won 3rd place. Again. Ohwell. At least we were in the top 3. Pretty much, all the time and effort put into it was paid off. All the callouses from my violin practices paid off. Well, sort off. And all the fraustration I experienced as choreographer was finally released when we danced during the Tagalog song part. It turned out to be pretty fine after all.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The EarthSci LT result was given out today. I passed. Yeap, I am happy. But I don't know about my parents. I think they expect me to pass with just a few mistakes. All I care about is passing. I'm becoming mediocre. This is not supposed to be happening. Ohwell. I must be satisfied with my grades. If this is the only level that I can go to, then fine. I don't need to be the most intelligent, or be the one who's always recognized for being on top, I just need to learn.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to SM a while ago. Friggin SM North. I already got nauseous when we stepped inside the mall. Strange. Maybe I'm not just meant for SM North. Freak. But, I still had to buy the gifts, that's why I sacrificed my throbbing head. Ohwell. So there, I had a hard time shopping for the guys, because I was totally clueless of the stuff they want for Christmas, so I just used my gut-instinct. Ohwell, I hope they like the stuff that I've brought for them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please smile. Please be happy. Please? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't feel the Christmas spirit. I am such a weird person. I'm not even excited about the Christmas party tomorrow. What's wrong with me??:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-116653912580707900?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/116653912580707900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=116653912580707900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116653912580707900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116653912580707900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/12/is-it-really-just-few-days-before.html' title='is it really just a few days before christmas? :('/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-116582984363334457</id><published>2006-12-11T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T17:40:46.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tickle-me-not:))</title><content type='html'>It was certainly a cold day. Good thing my jacket was there to keep me warm,, haha. Phbbbt. Jenny accidentaly wrote on the right arm of the jacket with an orange highlighter, oh well. haha. Take note: it was a white Kamiseta hoodie,, :( haha..:)) Oh welllllllll. I still love Jenny. [Special mentionnn!:))]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was alright:) I had good scores with my quizes,, and yeah, I love my math score.:) Loveit, loveit, loveit:) It wasn't perfect, but it's alright. I think everything in terms of my academics is going pretty well.:) At laaast.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the FlagCem, the ViaCircle pin was awarded to each section's President and Secretary. I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there on the stage, straight-faced. Ohwell. :)) Someone told me I looked like a mourner on stage, I didn't even smile,, I smiled &lt;em&gt;kayaaaaa&lt;/em&gt;,, haha. Ohwell. Maybe I was just born to be a pouty face.:))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes my favorite part: Kuya Duane finally gave me my Kriskringle gift! Yaaaay:) I waited for four days,, &lt;em&gt;[ean kasi,, laaaate:)) haha]&lt;/em&gt; but it was totally worth the wait. He gave me Ferrero Chocolate and a bar of Nestle dark chocolate. Lovedit.:) Thanks, kuya Duane:) You still have a couple of weeks to go for the Kriskringle,,haha:))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the day, Camille and I were the poor tickle targets. haha. Those boys just kept on tickling us. I almost died.:)) There came a point wherein I was cornered and I was just screaming,, haha, I just got back by slapping them:) I also pinched lil'bro Alvin hard on the cheeks,, oh, the joy of revenge. haha.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-116582984363334457?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/116582984363334457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=116582984363334457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116582984363334457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116582984363334457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/12/tickle-me-not.html' title='tickle-me-not:))'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-116531788744145939</id><published>2006-12-05T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T19:34:53.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clumsy girl kay</title><content type='html'>Okaaay. I think clumsiness is already synonymous to my name. As soon as I got home, I tripped on the doormat. While I was preparing iced tea, I spilled some water. And last but most certainly not the least, I fell down the stairs. haha. It was painfuuuuul.:)) Ohwell, that's what you get from stupidity.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, upon arriving at our house, my dad told me something really dreadful. Well, at least for me, that is. My sister and I are going to be usherettes at this Saturday's Oath Taking Event in our subdivision. Phbbbbt. Oh c'mon. I don't want to be an usherette. What can you get from a clumsy usherette? Disaster. Yeap, plain chaos. Aside from that, some VIP will be coming, according to my dad. I doooooon't want to mingle with those people. What more be their guide? Phbbbbt. I have inferiority complex, for crying out loud! haha. Ohwell. I just have to deal with it. But I'm still praying that the usherette thingy will be cancelled.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a stupid person. And disobedient too. Ohwell, this is what I deserve. There were a lot of warnings already. I just didn't listen. And it's my fault that I'm suffering now. &lt;em&gt;malabo ba? haha, wag neo na intindihin:))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-116531788744145939?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/116531788744145939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=116531788744145939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116531788744145939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116531788744145939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/12/clumsy-girl-kay.html' title='clumsy girl kay'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-116462469874182955</id><published>2006-11-27T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T18:59:38.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at laaast:))</title><content type='html'>Whew. I survived,, yeah, baby, yeahhh.:)) After five hours or so of writing down abstracts and thinking of economical and environmental effects of several science fair projects, I still am pretty sane. Yep. That's an accomplishment. haha.:))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was amaaaaaazing. I loved it. Aside from the fact that I got to finish my Earthsci homework[which was to be written on our notebooks,, bleh, stupid 'no computerized homeworks' rule x)], I even managed to buy some stuff in the mall &lt;strong&gt;with a budget&lt;/strong&gt;. Yeapp. I did! haha. And I only felt a &lt;u&gt;little bit&lt;/u&gt; nauseous a while ago, maybe I really am getting used to SM North now.:) Yay.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downside of the past week was, I felt really bad last Saturday, that's why I didn't make it to the AA fair. :(( I was feeling really dizzy, tired plus, a fever was coming on after lunch last Saturday. I totally looked forward to going to the AA fair and watching the variety show and hang out with my friends. Sorry I wasn't able to go, you guys.:( I'll make it up to you. Promise.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was out today due to the Regional Press Conference, that's what's nice about Qsci,, events such as those are being held there all the time, that's why the students get unexpected 'no classes' days. Alavitt.:)) But, classes will resume tomorrow, oh well, brain bashing days are still here. &lt;em&gt;Oh c'mon, Mr. Christmas Break, please do hurry up!&lt;/em&gt; haha:))&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-116462469874182955?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/116462469874182955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=116462469874182955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116462469874182955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116462469874182955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/11/at-laaast.html' title='at laaast:))'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-116427755079973035</id><published>2006-11-23T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T18:29:21.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phhhhffffbbbt:))</title><content type='html'>Okay. I actually have nothing good to write. Oh there. My back is aching. Yeap. Real bad. So somebody with a good remedy, please, do help:)) haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played badminton again. Yeap, this addiction will never be cured. Oh well. I just loved Jolo and Zed's Nano Speed rackets. Ohplease-ohplease, buy me one.:)) haha. Can't wait for Christmas.haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camille was sent to the clinic a while ago. Poor thing. She was crying and stuff. It was totally unlikely of her. Nyhoo, at least, she's fine now. Still hyper. And happy. That's why I love her:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Techwri presentation sucked, big time. And who was to blame?? Me. Yeap, me. Nyaha. No questions asked. Oh well. Sorry, groupmates.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll have our stargazing activity tomorrow. Oh, and AA will have their fair too.:) I'll go there on Saturday.:)) Yipee. Hmmm. I wanna have smores during the stargazing night, marshmallows and a bonfire, anyone? haha. There goes my stupid appetite. &lt;em&gt;Remember, kay, you need to lose weight.:))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-116427755079973035?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/116427755079973035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=116427755079973035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116427755079973035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116427755079973035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/11/phhhhffffbbbt.html' title='phhhhffffbbbt:))'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-116419510662455902</id><published>2006-11-22T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T18:13:37.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>topsy turvy:)</title><content type='html'>Badminton was so much fuuuuun.:) Lovedit. The jogging pants was totally killing the hell outta me, but that's the use of scrunching.:)) I just loved doing lobs and smashes a while ago.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, I went home, pretty tired. Then I ate a heavy,heavy,heavy merienda. So much for the fats I lost during my nonstop playing earlier. Nyaha. But I just love eating, with my yogurt drink. Go yogurt!:) After pigging out, I decided to practice my break.[freeze and verts] I had fun putting my feet up in the air and then losing balance after fifteen seconds or so. haha. Ohwell, practice makes perfect. After doing my final vert, I suddenly felt sleepy. So there, I slept, on the floor.:)) My sister woke me up after an hour, I think. She told me I looked cute while sleeping. Nyaha. Cute, as in ugly but funny:))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a shower before I ate dinner. Pantene shampoo plus racket bruises don't work together &lt;i&gt;pala&lt;/i&gt;. It was painfuuuuuul.:)) Then I felt dizzy. I ate dinner, heavy, again. Oh well. I so need to lose weight. :)) Up until now, I still feel dizzy. Tsktsktsk, must be the pig out session or the verts and freezes a while ago. Nyaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you know?&lt;br /&gt;...that I chicken dance to the Itchyworms' cd, Noontime Show,,nyaha&lt;br /&gt;...that I love wearing my Winnie the Pooh loose white shirt with my uber fave Unionbay denim shorts[I'm wearing it now!!:))]&lt;br /&gt;...that my Goody brush is a &lt;em&gt;'sekreto-ng-mga-gwapo' &lt;/em&gt;tool:))&lt;br /&gt;...that I am beginning to love my short hair. But I still want it to grow a couple more inches, and I'm fine:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-116419510662455902?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/116419510662455902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=116419510662455902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116419510662455902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116419510662455902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/11/topsy-turvy.html' title='topsy turvy:)'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-116402182196892533</id><published>2006-11-20T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T19:39:00.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>used, battered, broken</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt that you were just being sucked dry by the people around you? Well, today, I most certainly have. &lt;i&gt;I feel used.&lt;/i&gt; And I can say that it's not the most desirable feeling in the world.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain it. It's just a bizarre feeling of loneliness. It's like you're starting to realize the bitter truth of things. It's hard. Really hard. I hate this. But it won't stop. Whenever I tell myself that I'm feeling better already, there's this feeling of emptiness again. It's like a gauge that's almost full, then suddenly, an outlet pipe works and drains the gauge out again. It sucks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't this go? Why can't I pretend that everything's fine?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add to my many worries are my suck fest of what you call grades. They have totally been pulled down. Here are the stats: from being top seven of the CYL, I have now become the top sixteen. From being top six of avo, I'm now tenth. Get that. Yeah. I was given a huge tell-off last Saturday. But deep down, I really am thankful. I didn't even expect to be part of avo's top ten. I expected to be part of the bottom ten. But, God has certain ways of telling you He's still there even if you totally messed up. There. That's why I love God so much. Hands down.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though things are gradually brightening up, I still can't take this feeling of loneliness. I just miss the old times. I really do.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size= "1"&gt;I need a hug.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-116402182196892533?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/116402182196892533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=116402182196892533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116402182196892533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116402182196892533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/11/used-battered-broken.html' title='used, battered, broken'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-116358956230285368</id><published>2006-11-15T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T19:18:53.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no ctrl+z</title><content type='html'>I just hope at times that the keyboard strokes we learnt at Computer class would be applicable to real life. That ctrl+z stroke would be totally handy. But, life's not that easy, and it most certainly is not a word processing program or whatsoever. It's something really fragile, and we humans must just learn on how to deal. Yeah, that's where the think-before-you-act phrase comes in.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I go again with my anti English sub rants.:)) I so knew that she was pointing out that she hates me already. She said that she hates arrogant students. Oh yeah? Well, I hate arrogant teachers. Nyaha. Yeah, I'm evil. And that she doesn't like traitors. Hmm. Am I a traitor, or was she just being immature? :)) And for her friggin info, I do my job as a class secretary. Those unnecessary tasks was just way out of league. In fact, I even gave her a computerized copy of the class list with our nicknames and grades. Take that. And she calls me irresponsible. LOL. I know I'm mean. But it's my blog, so I'll post whatever I want to.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally love AP now.:)And, wow, it's Mr. Semana's[Sir Joe!!:))] birthday tomorrow:) &lt;i&gt;Avo,, sino bibili ng cake??nyaha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's not yet the end of the world. Keep on going.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-116358956230285368?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/116358956230285368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=116358956230285368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116358956230285368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116358956230285368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-ctrlz.html' title='no ctrl+z'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-116315372943839833</id><published>2006-11-10T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T18:38:20.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate third period:|</title><content type='html'>I hate our new English sub. Grrr. I can't believe I'm saying this, but, yeah, I want Ms. Banzon baaaack!:( I won't survive the one and half month torture that's in store for us. I just can't. Well, at least I'm not alone, almost everyone, or everyone that is, in Avo hates the teacher. *evil laugh* In the first place, it is the teacher's, I repeat, the teacher's job to list down the names of the students in the class record and not the secretary's job. And it is not the cyl top one's job to list down the recitation grades of his classmates. It's the teacher's job, dammit! Yeah, and she's not supposed to shuffle our seating arrangements just like that. I hate it. It sucks. Sucky,sucky, new english seatplan. Phffft. I can't see a thing from that distance, dammit. It's too far. And from her snotty looks, she's the type who just won't care if a student can't see her miniscule(and-not-that-pretty-to-look-at) handwriting. Men. I don't even understand the recitation-slash-lecture part. She can't even express herself that well in English. Oh c'mon. She's an English teacher for pete's sake! She should be fluent in that language for us to be able to get what she's teaching. Common sense, men, common sense.  Oh c'mon. Puh-lease. I know I'm getting very mean at this, but I was totally pissed off. Plus, she's totally demanding. She piled us with lots of stuff to do. Oh c'mon. She must know that English is not the only subject that we have. Phffffffft.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love AP. It's like heaven after hell. [Yup, AP's our fourth period, which means, it's after English:))] And yeah, the fact that Mr. Semana didn't give us any homework made AP the bessst.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Techwrite was totally fun. Loved it. We had to share to the class our position paper about the brain drain in the Philippines, and by some ominous announcement of my class number, it was in a matter of seconds when Jenny and I were already in front. The class was chanting our nicknames[they make fun of us in that way, like, for example, Jenny's &lt;i&gt;shokoy&lt;/i&gt; and I'm the &lt;i&gt;ancient one&lt;/i&gt;,,nyaha] which made me laugh. Men, they just won't stop. But it was all for fun's sake, so, yeah, I didn't mind. It was totally hilarious. Jenny had a lot of creative stuff going on. And yeah, I didn't really expect it from her, but it totally rocked. Even Mr. Panzo laughed at her gestures. Hilarious.:)) All our other classmates had funny interpretations to their respective homeworks. It was nice to see that even if all of us were already stressed, we still had a lot of goofiness going on. The downside of techwrite was the research stuff we had to do over the weekend. We won't have rest time during the weekend again. Ohwell.:\&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doomed earlier this week when I heard that I had to stop training tentatively for the Enhancement classes. Oh c'mon. Puh-lease. I won't give up training for 5++ hours of non-stop studying. I mean, my brain's been battered and training keeps me sustained[and fit] amidst the stress and tasks being dumped unto us. Plus, I need to be better for next year's Interschool Meet. I need to redeem myself.:) But, good thing, last night, my dad was ready to defend me from the clutches of my mom.:)) Not that my mom's evil, but she's the one who wants me to take the Enhancement classes, that's why it was total bliss when I heard that my dad wants me to continue training. I love my dad:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size= "1"&gt;And, to you, yeah you, you know who you are,, don't give up okay? &lt;i&gt;kaya mo ean:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-116315372943839833?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/116315372943839833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=116315372943839833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116315372943839833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116315372943839833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-hate-third-period.html' title='i hate third period:|'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-116281540054095851</id><published>2006-11-06T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T20:16:40.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>go natsci:))</title><content type='html'>Yeah. Go Natsci. I love my retake score. I had a perfect score, plus bonus points. Alaviittt.:) Yeah. Totally. Woohoo, now I have a line of 9 Perio score, whootwhoot.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, I failed the EarthSci Perio. It was expected. Tsktsk. But, I finished my homeworks today before I went online, so there, I'm being such a good girl.:) Yeah. I'm reformed. Well, kinda.hahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stylist murdered my hair, dammit. Oh well. Hafta live with it. Okay, there were a lot of reactions. Some approved, most, errr,, well, haha. Let's just say they loved the long-haired Kay better. Oh well.:))&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-116281540054095851?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/116281540054095851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=116281540054095851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116281540054095851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116281540054095851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/11/go-natsci.html' title='go natsci:))'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-116255706422334914</id><published>2006-11-03T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T20:31:04.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i flunked!:))</title><content type='html'>I knew it. I &lt;b&gt;SO&lt;/b&gt; knew it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second quarter was hell. My grades were a suck fest. It's just so weird. I studied real hard this quarter. I even stayed up late, and it even came to the extent that I would just get three hours of sleep. But what happened? I flunked. Yeah, big time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO DEAD.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll be in the botton rank of Avo this quarter. Ouch. After being in the top ten, I'll then sink into the very bottom. How nice. Not.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I just have to do better in the 3rd quarter. If that means I won't have to sleep, then I'll do it. I need to redeem myself. The failing marks in the second quarter won't happen again in the third. It can't. Or else, I'm dead meat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-116255706422334914?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/116255706422334914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=116255706422334914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116255706422334914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116255706422334914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-flunked.html' title='i flunked!:))'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-116229121086157302</id><published>2006-10-31T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T18:51:03.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy day, halloween</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, I went to Mia's house. It was totally fun.:) I missed that girl a lot. We also got to bond with Angge,, men, I missed these people to death.haha. Of course, they were still the beautiful people whom I have known from the beginning of the world,, I don't know who I would be without them.:) Love you guys.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Periodical Test results for AP and Filipino were givan last Monday. AP's test result was mediocre. Tsktsktsk. From a 95 in the first quarter, in then went down to a line of 8. Tsktsktsk. Bad Kay. Slash that, Lazy, Stupid Kay is more appropriate. Then for Filipino, yes, I passed, but I think it also was a line of 8 since the trasmutation was not given. I was well over the passing, but it still did no good for me. Yeah, my mom was kinda gobsmacked after hearing the news. At least she'll know what to expect come report card time.haha&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Natsci was given today. Oh men. I flunked. Totally. I hope I do good on the retake. I need to perfect it to at least get a decent periodical test result. And oh yeah, during our first period, which was Earthsci, Ms. Paningbatan told us that the test results were disappointing. Tsktsktsk. That gave me a hint of my next major failed grade. Why-oh-why do I have to fail the core subjects? I mean, I could fail the non-core such as AP and Fil, but why did I fail in the core subjects? Oh well. I just need to do better in the 3rd quarter. I need to. And maybe, at least get back on the CYL top ten. That was just a MAYBE. haha:)) But, seriously, I need to do better, because there would be an 'or else' to accompany it. If I don't pull up my grades, my mom said I have to quit varsity. No way. No, no, no way. See? That's why I have to work extra hard during the next quarters.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting aside the grades, this day was a blast.:) Today was declared a half day. Woohoo! Celebrate.:) Camille, Jenny and I planned on going to Starbucks after school, but my mom texted me at around 10 a.m. that we'll have lunch out. It was a shame that I wasn't able to go out with Jenny and Camille, but going out with my family was totally worth it. We fetched my mom at ABS and went to Friday's at the Rembrandt Hotel. It was a total food fest. Pasta, baby back ribs, quesadillas, grilled chicken and a lot more filled our satisfied tummies. haha. Oh, and a lot more calories to burn was added to my to-do list.:))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already finished with dinner, and yeah, a lot more calories were added to my 'to-burn-calorie-list'. haha. We had roasted chicken complete with white wine. See? That's why you wouldn't get a chance to eat in small amounts in our house.haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, &lt;b&gt;Happy Halloween&lt;/b&gt; guys!:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Scientians, enjoy the one day break,,haha:) It'll be helpful for our battered brains and at least prep us up for the upcoming work loads.:))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-116229121086157302?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/116229121086157302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=116229121086157302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116229121086157302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116229121086157302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/10/crazy-day-halloween.html' title='crazy day, halloween'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-116167911133467865</id><published>2006-10-24T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T16:38:31.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sembreak:)</title><content type='html'>At last. A few days of peace and quiet after brain bashing periodical tests. Oh yes. The Periodical tests were hard. Down right hard, mehn. I'm going to have low grades. Hands down. &lt;i&gt;Goodbye cyl top 7.&lt;/i&gt; It was fun while it lasted.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least, I'll get to have some time out. Ahhh. This is the life. This is what hat I've always wanted, me, the laptop, the ipod, the tv. Heaven. :)) haha. Oh, and adding the beach to heaven will be very much appreciated.haha:))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to enjoy this precious free time given to me.:) bye y'all.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-116167911133467865?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/116167911133467865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=116167911133467865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116167911133467865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116167911133467865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/10/sembreak.html' title='sembreak:)'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-116021949839539485</id><published>2006-10-07T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T19:11:38.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kilig moment:))</title><content type='html'>Kilig moment!!!:))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was deadly. Toxic. Yet super sweeeet.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was, dead tired, with all the drills and stuff,, especially with the infamous smash racket drills[the most hated drills in our badminton training sessions]...suddenly, the cute little boy, Sean, approached me and said,, 'Ate Maeca, you're tired na. I'll buy you a drink ah. Ikaw kasi eh, you should rest kaya muna...'&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Little boys are just so sweet.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-116021949839539485?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/116021949839539485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=116021949839539485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116021949839539485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/116021949839539485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/10/kilig-moment.html' title='kilig moment:))'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-115949867945069079</id><published>2006-09-29T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T10:57:59.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being a good girl:))</title><content type='html'>I just hate it when suddenly you decide to be a good girl and do all your homeworks just as mom told you, then the search engine suddenly goes berserk and won't open up the stuff you need for the effin' homework and project. How utterly nice. Splendid.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet is very, very, very bad. When you go to Google, it does turn up. Then you type in the stuff you need. Damn. The research material just won't load. So, you decide to go to Blogger. There, ta-da! It does open up and in just a snap, too. Then you go to Friendster, mehhhn. A ton of new friend requests and stuff to upload. Well, that went fast. The dsl's working fine. Bloghopping is a breeze. As always. Visiting the Barbie sites was fun.[haha] Going over my emails was not interrupted. It's just that the homeworks aren't done yet. Oh well, the Internet just doesn't want me to be a good girl and finish my homeworks...yet. Maybe later. I'll just go back to playing games and chatting,,haha:))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bad,bad,bad girl.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope my mom isn't reading this,,haha:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-115949867945069079?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/115949867945069079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=115949867945069079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/115949867945069079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/115949867945069079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/09/being-good-girl_29.html' title='being a good girl:))'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-115814458747376907</id><published>2006-09-13T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T18:57:56.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>qsci's foundation day</title><content type='html'>okay. what a busy week.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sort of rushing this thing because i still need to make some steps for the cheerdance. harhar.:)) this is gonna be hard.x)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, before is say byebye,, i've got a few discoveries i'd like to share,,:) [especially to the assumptionistas:)]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. remember how we used to get all fussy and excited about the intrams and the fair? well,, for me, i didn't even know that friday will be the start of our foundation celebration. that means that the intrams, and the 'fair' will happen &lt;i&gt;na.&lt;/i&gt; haha. &lt;i&gt;wala, i just wanted to share, kasi naman, i don't even feel the burst of excitement i used to feel in aa:))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. qsci has an assassination booth. yeah baby.:) &lt;br /&gt;3. qsci also has a marriage booth. haha. &lt;i&gt;haha,, kagulat-gulat lang,, kasi walang ganun back in aa eh,,duhh,,:))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. the battle of the bands ticket cost P50 only. haha. beat that. :) &lt;i&gt;kaso, magpapalibre naman ako eh,,haha:))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. my name's &lt;b&gt;ciara&lt;/b&gt; &lt;em&gt;daw&lt;/em&gt;,, haha. according to that boy in einstein-i.haha. &lt;em&gt;ang layo sa maeca&lt;/em&gt;:))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aun. marvel at how i am amazed at such little discoveries. haha. &lt;i&gt;hayaan nio na, mababaw nga ako eh.&lt;/i&gt;:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll just keep you posted on my nonsense stuff once i'm not that busy again.:) bye y'all:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-115814458747376907?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/115814458747376907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=115814458747376907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/115814458747376907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/115814458747376907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/09/qscis-foundation-day.html' title='qsci&apos;s foundation day'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-115667862009028944</id><published>2006-08-27T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T18:41:52.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>niceee</title><content type='html'>This week was a blaaast.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, recap time,,:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raniel's birthday,, NO CLASSES!:))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to be the first day of the Interschool Meet for the QSCI Badminton Varsity Team, but apparently, it was the opening day, yes, but we won't have our games until Wednesday. So, instead of wasting the rest of the day[we actually wasted the first half of the day already,,] the team, except our Captain, &lt;i&gt;Ate Erika&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;went to &lt;i&gt;Kalayaan Badminton Courts&lt;/i&gt; to practice.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I had my classes for the morning, up until our AP period, after that, &lt;b&gt;Ate Erika&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Lia&lt;/b&gt; pulled me out of class[yey!] for the team warm-up. Avogadro-i wished me luck for the games which would start at around 1 pm in Pisay. After a few laps around the court and some 45 minutes of warm-up exercises and basic strategies and stuff, we were certainly ready to go. So, there, we already arrived at Pisay. We were even in time to catch the 4th quarter of the Basketball Girls' game, our team was against Pisay's. They won! Yeah, baby.:) I forgot the end score, but it was pretty far behind, sorry &lt;b&gt;Julia&lt;/b&gt; and Mia, looks like QSCI beat your Basketball Girls' Team:) nyaha. &lt;i&gt;I'm kidding, y'all:)&lt;/i&gt; After quite a long wait,, it was eventually time for &lt;b&gt;Ate Nicole&lt;/b&gt; and I to put our baminton skills to the test. We were up against &lt;b&gt;Pugadlawin High&lt;/b&gt;, we were pretty nervous at first, but we managed to beat them:) Yeah, baby.:) Little did we know, our next and eventually, our last game would be the championship round, against &lt;b&gt;Rondon High.&lt;/b&gt; Mehn. They definitely have skills. *praise them*:)) So, at around 4 &lt;br /&gt;something,, we were to have a game up against the defending champs. They body smashed me a couple of times. They totally caught me off-guard. At least next year, we already know what we're up against. Anywhoo, at least we were 2nd place. Congrats to &lt;b&gt;Ate Erika&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Lia&lt;/b&gt; for being the &lt;b&gt;champs&lt;/b&gt; for the &lt;b&gt;single &lt;br /&gt;girls 1 and 2.&lt;/b&gt;:)) &lt;i&gt;Galingan niyo sa Division, ha:)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pandanggo practice, baby:) My feet were terribly hurt. My voice was near extinction. My hands were shaking like hell. But, it was all for the love of our project grade:) And oh, &lt;b&gt;Marielle&lt;/b&gt; and I started to do this dance thingy. &lt;i&gt;Aliw&lt;/i&gt;.:) I also &lt;b&gt;kinda&lt;/b&gt; helped &lt;b&gt;Camille&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Jenny&lt;/b&gt; with their princess dance routine, aliw talaga ung part nila. I got &lt;b&gt;Luis'&lt;/b&gt; small box-slash-&lt;i&gt;lalagyan&lt;/i&gt;-&lt;i&gt;ng&lt;/i&gt;-guitar-pick and forgot to give it to him before dismissal,, nyaknyak,, silly me. It must be my headache and the continuous playing of the Pandanggo music:)) haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showtime, boys and girls,, let's get it on!:) So, okay, the day was definitely starting up with a big buzzzzz. Everyone in the avo room was definitely getting on the jitters.:) And oh, my mom was there. She was there. haha. I'm just not used to the fact that my mom would go and see the performance,, she would rarely do that in AA &lt;i&gt;naman eh&lt;/i&gt;,:) Then &lt;b&gt;Ate Cora&lt;/b&gt;, mom's staff who did my hair and makeup for the Jazzfunk Performance went to school &lt;i&gt;rin&lt;/i&gt;. So, okay, she blow dried my hair and eventually managed to make my messy hair into a super neat bun, with plaits to match. It was definitely a pretty sight. The hair. Not me.haha:) And then, the most embarrassing moment came, makeup time. Oh mehn. Didn't my mom know that I had makeup issues? haha. But I had no choice but to give in. So there, my face was plastered with makeup. Ate cora's great and all, and she does makeup for girls and guys really well, but I dunno, maybe makeup and Maeca just really don't match. So, we had a little practice and stuff. After that we went to the covered court already for the presentation. &lt;i&gt;awww. I suddenly missed the CCP of the East,, the Assumpta Theater,,:))&lt;/i&gt; Avo was up last, but the waiting time seemed like hell. It was like I was dying slowly. But then, I just had no choice but to wait and be amazed with the&lt;br /&gt;other sections' presentations. I was definitely suffering inferiority complex that time,,nyaha:) But when we were up next, my spirits were lightened up a little. I dunno. It was a matter of being in the essence of the moment. We danced our hearts &lt;br /&gt;out and all. Finally, our grand finale was finished and the confetti was set loose. Then, unexpectedly, the candle on my head fell down. &lt;i&gt;good thing,, the dance number was already finished&lt;/i&gt; The candle wax was scattered on the front part of my head and my face, good thing, &lt;b&gt;Luis&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Alvin&lt;/b&gt; were of assistance. But, men, it hurt so bad. Then &lt;b&gt;Ate Cora&lt;/b&gt; finally took everything of my scalp, she was pretty scared because my scalp was really swollen. But when she was able to take it off,, whew. It was a big sigh of relief. So there, Avo-i was 3rd place out of 7 sections. Not bad, not bad at all. :) Carolfest, here we come!:)) The rest of the day was spent by playing street games and pigging out.:) Pizza and cake, baby:) Fatsss:)) The sad thing was, I was pretty embarrassed because I didn't really know how to play their games. Not that I didn't realy know them, I just don't know their games that well, not like badminton,, anywhoo, street games were a part of my past, yes they were, but it was not that clear for me because I didn't play those games all the time...if I played them, that would happen just once in a blue moon,, &lt;i&gt;Ewan. Di bale,  magpapaturo ako,, next time:)&lt;/i&gt;  Dismissal time came, awww. It was time to end the uber-hyper day.:(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badminton training. Such cute little boys.:) nyak.haha:)) Ang cute ni &lt;b&gt;Nathan&lt;/b&gt; tska ni &lt;b&gt;Sean&lt;/b&gt;.:))Hypermart session. iPod on. :))soundtrip, baby:) Then a little walk around SM North, to try to familirize ourselves with the place..:)) Then the mcdo lunch. Kumon time and then time to go home...:) There's no place like home:) I love our Taytay house.:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-115667862009028944?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/115667862009028944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=115667862009028944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/115667862009028944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/115667862009028944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/08/niceee.html' title='niceee'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-115589797738887601</id><published>2006-08-18T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T18:46:17.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>Whoot. I am tiirrrreeedddd. I want just want to snooze the time away. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was a total mix. At first I was so down, then towards the end of the day, I was back to normal.[normal as in hyper,,nyaha:)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't go into the details that much, though, I'm getting pretty addicted to playing car racing games..haha:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Pandanggo guys and girls,, the practices are going to push through tomorrow, 9-11am at the Avo room...Ms. Pundol will be there to keep watch, though I'm not yet sure if I will be able to come, I have varsity training tomorrow,,:)**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-115589797738887601?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/115589797738887601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=115589797738887601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/115589797738887601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/115589797738887601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/08/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-115580975628811983</id><published>2006-08-17T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T18:22:08.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired Feet and Badminton Stuff</title><content type='html'>Oh mehn. Everything's been so tiring lately. Who would've thought that I'll end up being the choreographer for the Pandanggo? nyak. It's totally gobsmacking to know that the world has suddenly turned upside down.[I mean,look at it, me and Pandanggo don't really go well with each other:)] So there, the Pandanggo guys and girls, including me and &lt;b&gt;Marielle&lt;/b&gt;, the other choreographer, practiced until our feet were sore. Well, at least my feet were. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope this dance turns out fine.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'll be practicing with QSCI's badminton team. Nyak. &lt;i&gt;Kinareer ko naman ang badminton&lt;/i&gt; nyakk.haha:)) At least I'll be excused from most of my morning classes,,  from 8am to 1pm that is.:)Oh yeah. Then after that, I'll just have Pandanggo practices and Math and BasicStat. yay!!! At least we won't have TechWrite tomorrow. nyakk.:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting kinda excited about the stuff that's been going on lately,, even though I'm dead tired most of the time, I'm actually enjoying every single minute of it.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't worry,, I still do miss you guys at AA. Of course, nothing can beat AA.:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-115580975628811983?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/115580975628811983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=115580975628811983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/115580975628811983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/115580975628811983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/08/tired-feet-and-badminton-stuff.html' title='Tired Feet and Badminton Stuff'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-115529469630557947</id><published>2006-08-11T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T18:43:22.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday biggel! :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/biggelkayblinkie2.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIGGEL!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww. time really do flies when you're havin' fun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a good 7 years of friendship:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hokay. I seriously need to study for AP and EarthSci. rawwwrrr. I'm so lazy, mehn. Ohwell. I've got the feeling that I'll be able to sleep late[again] tonight. &lt;i&gt;Get used to it,, maeca&lt;/i&gt; haha.:))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming mediocre. Gone are the days where I'll have perfect scores in Math and English. I totally miss those times. I need to keep up with the pace and be able to prove that I really do belong in the star section. And that Assumptionists do have high academic abilities.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least tomorrow will be the last day of Perio Tests. whootwhoot. yeah,baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-115529469630557947?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/115529469630557947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=115529469630557947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/115529469630557947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/115529469630557947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-biggel.html' title='happy birthday biggel! :))'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-114925310938743964</id><published>2006-06-02T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T20:58:29.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restless</title><content type='html'>Two days without jazz funk is complete boredom.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone already...aww.. I just need to dancedancedance.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happened so fast. In a snap, everything was officially over. It kinda sucks, actually.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss my hyper workshopmates. Awww..hope I'll see them again anytime soon at ABS...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo itching for a reunion. I need it! &lt;em&gt;Lakwatcha!!!&lt;/em&gt; It's really different. At exactly 3pm, I already feel like something's missing. Yup, my jazz funk workshop starts at 3pm and ends at 5pm. It's been basically part of my life for only 15 days, but it became some kind of habit or routine for me. I miss ABS, I miss my mom's staff, I miss eating at the Loop, I miss Ministop[Minishop!!], I miss my workshopmates, I miss the &lt;em&gt;kulitan&lt;/em&gt; sessions, the vain moments, the heavenly smell of the elevator when we would all go and try to fit barely 20+ people after a sweaty dance session.[haha]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well,, everything has to end. Summer is nearing its end. Jazz funk ended already. How I wish I could turn back time. Rewind some of those moments. Those crazy ones. Fun ones. Memorable ones.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something really is missing. Through jazz funk, somehow, I had more confidence in myself. I gained friendships to treasure for a loooong time. I had so many realizations. I lost a few pounds[haha]. And yes, I had tons and tons of fun. I loved it. Nope. Slash that. &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE IT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-114925310938743964?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/114925310938743964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=114925310938743964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114925310938743964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114925310938743964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/06/restless.html' title='Restless'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8731541.post-114905983299808705</id><published>2006-05-31T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T15:17:13.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makeup and Jitters</title><content type='html'>Okay. My face has been plastered with makeup. In an hour or so is our call time. Woohoo. Hyper. I can't really think of anything good to write. I just need to relax. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ang atat ko, grabe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this mixture of nervousness with so much excitement that I cannot contain. Phew.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaaaaaxxxxx.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm typing in my mom's PC in her office, btw,, so there's this not-accustomed feeling to keyboards,(since I use a laptop all the time) that's why if there's a typo, don't blame me...haha. &lt;em&gt;labooo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Show doesn't start until 8:30pm, but our call time is 4:15...argh. I'm so jumpy...My mom's staff are all ogling me. haha. First time to see an alien walk around in the 11th floor. haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Jamaican Regattonic&lt;em&gt;(tama ba spelling??LOL)&lt;/em&gt; music is playing in my mind. I need to get used to it. There's no room for mistakes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh. My teacher assigned me to the front and center for some parts,, I need to concentrate and do well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go now, I seriously need to relax.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*relaxing*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*relaxing*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*relaxing*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-114905983299808705?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/114905983299808705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=114905983299808705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114905983299808705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114905983299808705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/05/makeup-and-jitters.html' title='Makeup and Jitters'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-114681269333921077</id><published>2006-05-05T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T15:04:53.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doodles</title><content type='html'>Now I know the reason why for all these mood swings. I'm due. Yep. Due with the stuff every female has to face for, most likely, every month. But, honestly, I'm not yet adjusted to this. I still want to enjoy my activities without even thinking about the possibility of having a stain on my back. But it's something I just have to accept. It's part of being a girl. Yep, being a girl is fun, but what I don't like about is this monthly ordeal. Most especially when I have an activity coming up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. You read that right. This Monday, May 8, is 1)my enrollment in QSCI, 2)my first day at work in ABS as a co-trainor in the acting workshops and 3)my first day as a streetdance workshopper, again at ABS. The latter part is something I am really uneasy about. I mean, how can I go about chasing little kids and dancing while I have my period?? I know I can do that. But I just feel very awkward about it. Tsss.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, my guy cousins will arrive. Oh yes. Finally I'll have 2 &lt;i&gt;kuyas&lt;/i&gt;.  That's something I have been wishing for as long as I can remember. Not that I don't love my big sis, but having a kuya is way different. Hmph. How I wish I had a brother of my own.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep this post really short. I have a few questions to answer again. [Those previous questions were crazy.haha.]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;magtatransfer ka ba talaga? d k alam un.....not until cnabhn ako ng sum1...totoo b tlaga un????bket????????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. haha. &lt;em&gt;panis na eang balitang ean&lt;/em&gt;.haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pano naging 'kay' nick mo??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since my nickname is maeca, my sister kept on calling me maecaykay, then it later became just kay.haha. and, because carmeli is one of my real names, it's somewhat like a shortcut to it, though a different spelling.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what's Assumption Sabbath Place?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I know that the person who asked this question is most likely not an Assumptionista. haha.:) Assumption Sabbath Place is the retreat house where the graduating class of the current s.y. spends 5 days for retreat and inculturation. it actually is something that I was really looking forward to, but now, I won't be able to have a retreat with my batchmates...:(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shoesize mo....hm..lemme guess...6 or 6 and a half?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. you answered your own question. LOL&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;havaianas or dupe?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter, since they're both super comfy. it only depends on your budget. if you want to buy something cheap, you'd better opt for a dupe pair. but if your wallet is bottomless, then grabbing a havaianas pair is no problem at all.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;totoo bang boyish ka?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. yup. in a way I am. I have been influenced greatly by my dad, my guy cousins and also my ate. I'm not that really girly too...Yep. I am boyish. in a good way.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what's your cell number?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.sorry,, I don't give away my cell number, especially if I don't really know the person..try writing your name next time..haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;which do you prefer? aviators or jackie o's?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i don't mind having a pair of jackie o's, [because i actually do have one:)] aviators are my fave. they look absolutely sporty and does not exude that very girly feel.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bat ka maganda?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. haha. funny.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brand conscious ka ba?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope, not really. for as long as what i'm wearing works, is comfy and still stylish. i'm okay. besides, people won't really know if the shirt you're wearing costs a thousand bucks or a hundred. it doesn't really matter.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fave tv shows?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LOT. haha. i am a certified couch potato. but, i love watching cartoons such as spongebob, fairly odd parents and hey arnold...i also adore that's so raven, the suite life, friends, malcolm in the middle, will and grace, project runway, america's next top model, pimp my ride, punk'd, one tree hill, CSI, CSI:NY, CSI:MIAMI, house, yes dear...and a whole lot more..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where did you buy your guitar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, my dad bought my guitar for me. he bought it in cebu. yep, i really am a daddy's girl.haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy questions, huh? I enjoyed answering them, though...:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll buzz by next time.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-114681269333921077?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/114681269333921077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=114681269333921077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114681269333921077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114681269333921077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/05/doodles.html' title='Doodles'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8731541.post-114672798398225416</id><published>2006-05-04T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T15:33:04.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Message in a Bottle</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe how foolish I was. It was like I kept on telling myself that something might happen. That something incredible was going to happen. I was expecting and looking forward to something that is really impossible. I kept on convincing myself that someday, somehow, everything will finally be put into its place. That everything will be alright. That the certain thing I was wishing for would finally happen. And that I was not just a dreamer. That everything that I hoped and wished for would come true. That it would become a reality. But I was a dreamer with very foolish dreams.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I was very wrong. I was foolish. I now know that nothing as significant as that will happen. I was just caught up in a myraid of things. I was carried away. The dreamer self of me kept on taking over. That self made everything seem so easy. So real. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it is nothing to me but words. Words that can never happen. A dream that is given up. Of course, it was way out of my league. How stupid of me not to realize that. How stupid of me to continue on thinking that those foolish things will eventually happen. How stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day to me was like something to look forward to, just because of that longing for that certain thing. It was like a fantasy world. It was like what would happen in the happily-ever-after part of a story. Apparently, it was not. Somehow, it was not for me. Not now. Not in this lifetime.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be content. I must appreciate everything that has happened to me. The blessings I have. The security I feel, the never-ending love that was just around me. Yet, I have not noticed this love before. Only now did I know how much love was shown to me. And now, I realize that I was superficial. I wasted the essential things in life. I took everything for granted. I kept on looking for something which was way out of my reach. I was never pleased with myself or the things that I have done. I was simply wasting each moment with thoughts of how I would be able to reach this dream. This stupid, selfish, foolish dream.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to simply make up for these mistakes that I have done. It was not that wrong for me to dream. What was wrong was making that dream the first priority. Apparently, it was really not. It was just not worth it. I certainly could have done better if only I was not too concentrated with that certain goal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing this already happened to me. It's something that I am thankful for. Now that I've realized everything, this will serve as a lesson for me. Good thing it was now. Not in the future. If it was, I am sure that it would be a lot harder to accept. Now I think I really do know the most important things in life. And if out of the blue, that dream suddenly comes true, it will be something remarkable, but if it does not, it won't hurt me at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-114672798398225416?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/114672798398225416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=114672798398225416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114672798398225416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114672798398225416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/05/message-in-bottle.html' title='Message in a Bottle'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-114655813394612820</id><published>2006-05-02T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T16:35:51.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friggin' Hot in Manila...tssss</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I MISS BAGUIO!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt; lol. Even my status is screamin' it to the whole wide world.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't give too many details and all. Still lazy, so I'll just give tidbits of the trip. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*in no particular order.haha. whatever pops into my mind, i'll write. &lt;em&gt;baka nga makalimutan ko ung mga ibang stuff an ginawa namin dun eh...haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...stayed in a relative's [or someone my parents know for that matter,haha] vacation house&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...big sister made friends with a bunch of guys&lt;i&gt;[uyy,, nagdadalaga na.haha]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ate at &lt;b&gt;Rose Bowl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...went to a lot of places. duh. [that was extremely senseless]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...shopped in the public market. oh yes. you got that right,, :)) was fun, but the smell and the environment was not that agreeable to me. oh well. it was still a nice exposure to the outside world...[btw, i bought a whole lot of food stuffs which were specialties in Baguio..yumyum!:)]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sadly, wasn't able to go to &lt;b&gt;Assumption Sabbath Place&lt;/b&gt;... i wasn't able to buy the pendant...:( [to those whom I've promised a pendant last week, don't worry, my tita will go back to Baguio sometime this May and grab one for us...:) yep, the young, fun tita who provides the yummy coffee jelly to my friends who would go and visit the studios of ABS-CBN,, :)]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...loved the food.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... i guess there are a lot of things that i forgot to write. but damn, i'm too lazy to remember. haha. so my post ends here. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. before i forget. i was actually able to pack light! oh yes. what an accomplishment.hahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here are the questions that have been put up in my question box...:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wanna go rin sa ABS-CBN! how come you didn't tell me? hmph. tampo na ako. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. hmm.. if you really wanna go to ABS, then come there starting May08, since i'm gonna be hanging out there starting from that date on..i'm having a summer job as co-trainor for acting workshops and a streetdance workshopper...:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marami bang papa sa qsci? hihi! bigyan mo ko ng papa pag bisita mo ng aa ha? *wink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...haha. actually, there are. hahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're a wrestling fan, right? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ano ginagawa mo like, right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;typing, listening to PnE, texting, watching TV.. now that's what you call multi-tasking..haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;give me money!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. you give me money first. i'm dead broke.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in your opinion, are you the typical assumptionista?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm...it depends on what your typical assumptionista is. if the typical assumptionista you're talking about is the &lt;em&gt;maarte, make-tusok-tusok-the-fishball, 100% girly-girl&lt;/em&gt; i can say that i really am not like that. but that's just a stereotype. assumptionistas are more than that. i know. and i won't forget. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bakit ka magtatransfer ng school??? gusto pa naman kita makasama sa hs bldg...tsk tsk tsk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww. that's for personal reasons. and because my family's transferring to Q.C. now. haha,, don't worry i'll come by and visit aa as often as possible. maybe you'll even see me in the hs bldg. haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you make the icons? they're like so fab c=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the blinkie thingies? yup. thanks for the compliment.:) i can make one for you if you like,,:) just tag or whatever.haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mind postin' a pic of you?? please, baby girl?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh,, err. okaaaaay. i have pics already.LOL&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who made urr uber funky template? soooooo kiyutt!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my one and only big sister made this skin..:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nagkukumon math and reading ka????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope. only math. apparently math was my waterloo for quite a long time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nakakuha ka ba ng awrd nung graduation ninyo?...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. was kinda unexpected, though. was expecting computer to pull down my grades...luckily it didn't..:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i luv u..........do u luv me?!?!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhm.haha. LOL...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I'll be buzzin' by..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-114655813394612820?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/114655813394612820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=114655813394612820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114655813394612820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114655813394612820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/05/friggin-hot-in-manilatssss.html' title='Friggin&apos; Hot in Manila...tssss'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8731541.post-114620022795823288</id><published>2006-04-28T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T12:58:36.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bunch of Clothes and A Small Suitcase</title><content type='html'>Okay. How am I going to do this?? I dunno which clothes to pack and what to leave behind. Hmm.. This is gonna be hard.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so overreacting. It's just gonna be for a few days in Baguio and I'm packing stuff like hell. Well, here comes the never ending &lt;i&gt;what-ifs&lt;/i&gt; of my mom going on inside my head. &lt;i&gt;What if we stay there for a few days more? What if you spill something and you don't have extra pants? What if it's not really cold there and you suddenly need to change into a pair of shorts? What if the horse suddenly goes wild and lets you fall to the ground? What if there were beaches in Baguio?&lt;/i&gt; See? Exactly my mom's point.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will pack light. I will pack light. I will pack light.&lt;/i&gt; Oh yes. That will definitely happen. Not unless my mom goes and checks my things. Uh-oh. Better hide it, fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-114620022795823288?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/114620022795823288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=114620022795823288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114620022795823288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114620022795823288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/04/bunch-of-clothes-and-small-suitcase.html' title='A Bunch of Clothes and A Small Suitcase'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8731541.post-114611853183559837</id><published>2006-04-26T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T15:12:24.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Baby Takes On The Big City</title><content type='html'>It was one of the days I had to call a miracle. I actually woke up at around 6am.. &lt;br /&gt;which is pretty early for me nowadays.hahaha. That proves I totally possess the summer fever.oh yes. hottah-hottah. LOL.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay. It was a loooong line. Good thing I had so many textmates to save me from boredom.:p &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. While waiting in the line, my mom made &lt;em&gt;chika&lt;/em&gt; with one of the parents there. Apparently, the parent she was talking to had a son, which was 11 years old and was pretty small for his age. He was really cute though.haha. My mom caught my attention  by calling my name out loud for everyone else to hear.[i had earphones on...hahaha] But i found that pretty embarrassing..tsss.There, my mom said, &lt;em&gt;"Kay, si Aaron oh. Aaron, that's your &lt;strong&gt;Ate Maeca&lt;/strong&gt; ah.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;God. How embarrassing can that get? But I just forced on a smile. Which made Aaron's mom say, &lt;em&gt;"Wow, that's your daughter pala. How pretty naman.."&lt;/em&gt;haha. That totally made my day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it. I will soon be wearing a blue plaid uniform. Bye-bye period-friendly-red-uniform...awww...:(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway there was this freaky guy who kept his cellphone up high for everyone to see. &lt;br /&gt;But it looks like he was taking a picture, a picture of..get this..&lt;b&gt;ME&lt;/b&gt;.At first I thought that he was doing a major show off act which annoyed most of the people in my line. But there were instances wherein my mom would go and talk to me and block his view. I noticed that he would lean on the person beside him and still focus his camera phone on me. Okay. So I guess you guys would totally think that I'm an airhead and stuff,, but after a while, the guy beside me pointed it out. He said &lt;em&gt;"Ui, takpan mo ng onti ung mukha mo, pinipicturan ka nung guy sa tapat natin oh.."&lt;/em&gt; Whew. So there. At first, I didn't believe it at all, but the other girl on my right said, &lt;i&gt;"Totoo kaya. Nakita ko ung phone nea. May picture mo.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I really do have to wear glasses or contacts now. I guess, I can't see things clearly, sinceI'm nearsighted, that's why I didn't see my picture on that weird guy's phone. But, during that period of time, a couple of other girls and guys told me, that yes, that guy was really taking pictures of me. Damnit. &lt;em&gt;Pag naging kaklase ko yun eh&lt;/em&gt;...I'll definitely show him who's boss.tsss.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole course of the med-exam, my mom and I went to her new friends. Apparently, they'reparents from other exclusive or private schools. So, there, I made a little socializing and stuff.Just to follow suit with my mom and everyone else...I guess everything's really going to turn out fine. Especially after seeing that guy. Nope, he's not the jerk who &lt;s&gt;tried to take&lt;/s&gt; took pictures of me...this one's waaaay different. He's definitely cute. And he said hi to me. hahaha. Oh yes. I love QSCI. hahahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, after that, went straight to ABS and had lunch there. The usual stuff. Stayed in mom's office and all. Sadly, there were no star-sightings for me...awww. But, what makes me pretty excited is the fact that when school starts, I'll be in ABS every single friggin' day. Oh yes.That means &lt;b&gt;Starbucks&lt;/b&gt; and rubbing elbows with celebs.hahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After havin lunch,my tita got me from my mom so we could go to &lt;b&gt;Gateway&lt;/b&gt;. Oh yes. The pleasure of havin' a young tita.haha. So there, bought a new perfume from &lt;b&gt;Bayo&lt;/b&gt; whichI totally loved. But, our main purpose there in Gateway was to watch this certain movie for free.At first, my tita told me it was a secret. I was really hoping it would be &lt;b&gt;The Wild&lt;/b&gt;, since I really want to watch it. But disappointment struck me when she said that we would watch &lt;b&gt;D' Lucky Ones&lt;/b&gt;. I was like,, &lt;i&gt;"Whatt????"&lt;/i&gt; But of course, what should I expect,she's working in ABS, and the tickets she'd get for free would be from the company she's working&lt;br /&gt;for..But, at times, she mysteriously appears with a bunch of free tickets form whoknowshwhere,and we'd gladly come with her to the movie house...The hell. But, actually it turned out to be a pretty funny movie. I never thought I would say this, but yeap. It was definitely funny, but not as hilarious as an &lt;b&gt;Adam Sandler&lt;/b&gt; or a &lt;b&gt;Jim Carey&lt;/b&gt; flick,, of course. haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was the end of my day. Pretty mixed-up eh? I guess I'm really used to it already.But I sooo can't wait for June. Things will get much more interesting by then.hahahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-114611853183559837?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/114611853183559837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=114611853183559837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114611853183559837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114611853183559837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/04/beach-baby-takes-on-big-city.html' title='Beach Baby Takes On The Big City'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-114551249992989301</id><published>2006-04-20T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T13:55:00.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagaytay Trippin'</title><content type='html'>The Tagaytay trip was super fun. It really is one of the most memorable trips I've had, especially since I was with Julia.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I won't share the whole thing,, since I know that you guys are getting allergic to my long posts...haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;woke up at 4:45am to do last minute checking of things and finally, take a shower&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;5:50am, went off to Julia's house&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;at around 6:10am, arrived at Julia's house&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;was introduced to Julia's balikbayan Aunt and Uncle, along with their uber-cute 4y.o. daughter&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;went off to Tagaytay&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ate at Cinnabon at a gas station[I actually forgot the name of the gas station already, silly me..haha]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Julia dropped her fork, then her knife,,haha,,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;was the last to be able to finish eating,,LOL&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;arrived at Tagaytay and went straight to Picnic Grove&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;after Picnic Grove, went to Highlands already&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;went to see if the cable cars were available, sadly, it won't start operating until 12:00pm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;went to see if the furniculars were already working too, but, like the cable cars, it won't start operating until 12 too...bummer&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;headed off to the tallest peak in Highlands&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ordered &lt;strong&gt;apple shake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;was &lt;u&gt;almost&lt;/u&gt; late for the furniculars, but we actually arrived there, 5 mins. before it would start its first trip...haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;went up and down 55 steps while waiting for the furninculars to be able to operate to come back up&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Kuya Johan borrowed my &lt;strong&gt;pink&lt;/strong&gt; baller,,haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ate lunch, had chicken inasal&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Malaya[Julia's balikbayan cousin] was only eating the cheese and pasta of her spaghetti, without the sauce,,8) haha,, found it strange, but she was still extremely cute..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Jana kept on scaring me, she looked some kind of a freak or something that was ready to attack me with some kinda knife with her stares,haha..:p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;changed to our swimsuits&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;swam non-stop, was pretty cold, but it was alright,,:o&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Julianne had one of her 'episodes', but later on, everything was fine&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;was supposed to go to the jacuzzi, but there was no time left...:(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Malaya was supposed to go sit at the back with Julia and me, but her mom had to still fix her hair, so she had to go sit with Julia's Aunt&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Arrived at Market Market to go and have dinner at Max's&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Ordered chicken sisig, haha,, remembered the rule we had during grade 6 not to eat sisig when dancing, but this time I wasn't dancin anymore,,haha:p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Met up with my mom after eating&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Bid goodbye to everyone else,, sadly it was time to go home&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Slept at our CR-V&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Was able to go home, slept and woke up at around 9:30am,,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really memorable,, I hope I could do it all over again,, oh well..haha :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-114551249992989301?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/114551249992989301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=114551249992989301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114551249992989301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114551249992989301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/04/tagaytay-trippin.html' title='Tagaytay Trippin&apos;'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8731541.post-114535547825937238</id><published>2006-04-18T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T18:17:58.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABS pics[part 1]</title><content type='html'>Hey. I'm back. With the ABS pics[as the title suggests,haha]. :p But, there are jsut &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;some&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the 100+ pics I got. So, yes, there are yet more to come.:p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further ado, here are the pics&lt;em&gt;![I feel like I'm some sort of host of a gameshow or something,,haha...]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/game86.jpg" border="0" alt="game knb"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, on the game knb set.haha. &lt;em&gt;feel na feel&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/game87.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time, i'm on the top block!haha. apparently, Mia's Kris Aquino...haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/game88.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the so called &lt;em&gt;tarantarium&lt;/em&gt;[did I get that right?haha]...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/lbs107.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. behind the scenes of the LBS grand finals.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/lbs108.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still behind the scenes stuff. the three of them looked even cuter in personal.;p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/makisig.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cute!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/gitarauli.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bea during the 'guitar lesson' in Mia's house,, haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/duo4.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..banggag!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/goodmorning.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleepy heads. LOL.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/gobsmack.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shocked.haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/gitarauli1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher and student. &lt;em&gt;ako ung teacher&lt;/em&gt;.:p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/cute.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liang at ako. student and teacher.haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/coffeejelly.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cafe Espresso's ever-famous and sumptuous coffee jelly&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/bringiton.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia and Liang..nyak.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/blurryxa.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam..blurry though..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/blowfish.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;certified insomniacs,,:p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/beaguitar.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learning &lt;em&gt;harana&lt;/em&gt; by PNE&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/bea26.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyak! sira na ung digicam!haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/bea25.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmigosh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/awwwww.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww,, how cute..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/bea13.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scaree!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/bad.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still not sleeping!stubborn girls..haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/bea3.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bea for the umpteenth time...LOL&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/abs71.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mga&lt;/em&gt; big boss &lt;em&gt;ng&lt;/em&gt; ABS...haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/abs70.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more time!haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. not much?? Be patient, photobucket is sooo slow . I'll post them all, so don't worry,,haha:)[yes, that means more pics of Sam.haha LOL]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-114535547825937238?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/114535547825937238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=114535547825937238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114535547825937238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114535547825937238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/04/abs-picspart-1.html' title='ABS pics[part 1]'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-114534165276519776</id><published>2006-04-18T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T14:27:32.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beach fever</title><content type='html'>Oh yes. At last, a new skin. Of course, many thanks again to my big sis. haha. &lt;em&gt;Don't know what I'll be like without you.&lt;/em&gt;haha.&lt;br&gt; I love the skin. Loveee it. Very summer-y.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am so hyped for tomorrow. Going to &lt;strong&gt;Tagytay Highlands &lt;/strong&gt;with &lt;strong&gt;Julia&lt;/strong&gt;. Yupyup. So excited. &lt;em&gt;Gotta pack my stuff now&lt;/em&gt;..haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll be having streetdancing workshops with &lt;strong&gt;Mia&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Julia&lt;/strong&gt; this May. Yes, that's in ABS. Special treatment, here we come! haha. Can't wait for May. I also have a job in the talent center in ABS, co-trainer for the Acting Workshops, basically, I'll be checking the attendance and quieting down noisy kids. Easy. Exactly what I've been doing in AA for several years. &lt;em&gt;Awww...I'll really miss AA...But as Julia said, we have to somehow let go of the past to make way for our future...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with Mia a while ago. Apparently, she's having a hell lot of fun in the States. I miss her so much already...haha...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafta go, I still need to pack my stuff for tomorrow's trip. Ohyeah. [and do my kumon, put the bgm for this, and put back the hit counter...:p] Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-114534165276519776?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/114534165276519776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=114534165276519776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114534165276519776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114534165276519776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/04/beach-fever.html' title='beach fever'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-114474483862900961</id><published>2006-04-11T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T16:40:39.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the shop</title><content type='html'>Okay. Here's the follow-up to my last post[which was verrrryyyyy long...haha:p].&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What?!?!?!?! There's a follow-up to that?!?!?! haha...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not exactly a follow-up, after the post, a couple of people asked me about the store where we bought the P99 flip-flops. That store is actually in &lt;b&gt;Sta. Lu&lt;/b&gt; and its name is &lt;b&gt;BIRTH OF THE COOL.&lt;/b&gt; Basically, it's similar with American Boulevard. It's a store that's worth having a double-take. :p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. I managed to keep this post pretty short. &lt;em&gt;Now that's an accomplishment&lt;/em&gt;. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-114474483862900961?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/114474483862900961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=114474483862900961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114474483862900961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114474483862900961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/04/shop.html' title='the shop'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-114456385350825830</id><published>2006-04-08T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T19:10:02.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>invading ABS [a very, very long post...;p]</title><content type='html'>Woah. Yesterday was super amazing. Woahwoahwoahwoah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually it was Thursday afternoon when all the craziness started.&lt;b&gt;Liang&lt;/b&gt; arrived at our house at around 5:30pm...and &lt;b&gt;Bea&lt;/b&gt; arrived at around 9pm. We did so many bizare things. As in, &lt;i&gt;sobrang kulit.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Nag-guitar lessons pa nga kami eh,,haha. Very funny. Ginawa pa akong teacher nila&lt;/i&gt;... tssss....hahaha... Anyway,, so many things happened. We watched DVD's, Lindsay Lohan movies to be more exact. We didn't really watch them, so there, &lt;i&gt;sayang sa kuryente&lt;/i&gt;.hahaha. Sleeping time came,, which was about 12am,, at first, we couldn't sleep and all, &lt;i&gt;takutan&lt;/i&gt; to the max &lt;i&gt;kasi&lt;/i&gt;. tssss.... So there, eventually we had a shut-eye at around 1am, and then, &lt;i&gt;nabulabog kami nung alarm ko&lt;/i&gt;.hahahaha. Stupid alarm. Anyhoo,without the alarm, we would not be on time, so I think the alarm was not stupid, it was just doing its job.hahaha. &lt;i&gt;labo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after getting dressed, we went straight to &lt;strong&gt;Mia&lt;/strong&gt;'s house. Upon arriving, we were surprised to know that the keys to the twogates couldn't be found. So there, &lt;i&gt;nag-ala akyat bahay gang kami.As in, umakyat kami sa gate nila Mia. Astig&lt;/i&gt;. It was kinda fun, actually.At first, I was pretty scared. But then, after doing it, I wanted to do it again and again and again.hahaha. We hadthe continuation to the guitar lessons at Mia's, because I brought my guitar with me. After the three of them got dressed,Bea decided to wear pink, but didn't have a pink shirt. So, I let her use my pink lacoste shirt for a while, while she was getting dressed, &lt;i&gt;biglang natuklap ung sugat&lt;/i&gt;,,yuckee. Good thing Ninang had extra large bandages. But, seriously,watching Bea while her burn was being treated kinda gave me the creeps. [She was in serious pain...]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un, after waiting for Bea, Mia and Liang to finish taking a bath, we went to our house[again] to pick up the digicam, and three of my jackets. One for me, for Bea and for Liang. Apparently, I wasn't able to warn them earlier about the low temperature at ABS. So there, they ended up borrowing jackets from me. Next stop was Sta.Lu, we decided to buy the supercool flip-flops from this hip store. I forgot the name. Apparently so many things happened to me yesterday, that excitement,being overwhelmed and happiness seemed to drain my brain. The flip-flops were so cute and cheap. They only cost P99. I'm gonna return to that place and raid it. Promise.haha. We ate lunch at &lt;strong&gt;Mcdo&lt;/strong&gt;, Mia and I ordered Fillet-o-Fish, we are such good girls. Sir Ruel ought to be proud. Yeah. Bea ordered a double cheese burger and Liang got spaghetti. After eating, Bea got this crazy idea to strike a pose with Ronald McDonald. Funny. Liang and I were like, &lt;i&gt;'we don't know this people, okay...'&lt;/i&gt;haha..very funny. Anyhoo, it was such perfect timing from Kuya Vic to be able to pick us up after a few minutes that we went out from the mall to its entrance. There, that started our trip to ABS.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the trip, we got crazy[again,as usual] and took some more photos.[we actually took photos when we were in the altis, on the way to my house and Sta.Lu] After several photos, we realized that we were already in ABS, so there, we were dropped&lt;br /&gt;at the &lt;b&gt;ELJ building&lt;/b&gt; entrance near Pantoja.[where I was usually dropped when I would go and see my mom] The three of them were pretty amazed at what they saw in the building. So, we got registered and went straight up to the 13th floor at &lt;b&gt;Cafe Espresso.&lt;/b&gt; I talked to my tita and realized that she already informed the people in the resto that we would go and have lunch there, but no, we just went there for coffee jelly and revel bar. It was good. As always. Loveit.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, I got this phone call from my tita, asking if we were treated well while in the resto. I said, yes, as always,as usual,,again.hahaha. So, there, after having our tummies filled up, we went to the washroom[where Ayna, Mia and I hung out&lt;br /&gt;when we went to ABS last December] and decided that we would hang out there for a while. But we changed plans because many people started going in--contrary to what happened to us last Dec,, before, we pretty much had the whole washroom to &lt;br /&gt;ourselves, but yesterday was different. Apparently, it was lunch break and people were used to hanging out in the washrooms also. We stayed in the washroom for like 5 minutes and then decided to go to my mom's office, to the 11th floor.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hung out for a while in my mom's office. Liang and Bea thought it was pretty cool that my mom's office view was the pbb house. Mia saw it earlier when she and Ayna went to ABS with me before. So there, after my mom talked to some people, she &lt;br /&gt;told us that we could go in the PBB House. We were all really excited. Bea was pretty ecstatic about the fact that she might have the chance to meet &lt;strong&gt;Big Brother&lt;/strong&gt;[which is Lauren Dyogi], but sadly, we weren't able to meet him. He was in a meeting, but if he was not on duty calls, we could've rubbed elbows with him.hahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Big Brother house was incredible&lt;/em&gt;. we got to go through every room. And--ehem--our tour guide was the show's executive producer. Oh yeah. Talk about special treatment. And the fact that only few people got to go there made us realize that we&lt;br /&gt;were really lucky. Bea was amazed because, by far, we were the only Assumptionistas to be able to visit the house. Pretty cool, huh? We went through the boy's room, the living room, altar, confession room and the garden. We were amazed at the toothpick mosaic. It looked like a lot of hardwork was really put into it. Looking at the pool, I suddenly got the urge to swim, or at least dip my feet into it, but I was suddenly in control of my actions. haha. But if I did that, I could've gotten myself to be thrown out of the house and never ever be able to come back in.hahahaha. The confession room was amazing. If only big brother was really there, I would've confessed a lot. haha. The mic was still there, but the chair was not&lt;br /&gt;seen. They were redecorating the house. So, pretty much, everything was outta place. But it was a very exhilirating experience. Treś cool.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh from the gobsmacking experience from the &lt;strong&gt;PBB house&lt;/strong&gt;, we went straight to the set of &lt;strong&gt;Game Ka Na Ba &lt;/strong&gt;which was totally awesome. We met up with &lt;strong&gt;Kuya Mark&lt;/strong&gt;, the friend of my mom, and the executive producer or our legacy. He was really warm, and he really welcomed us to the set. He even had the lights on for our picture taking.The sensor thingies were the coolest things ever. Also, the place where they keep the books was cool too. You'd really get confused if you really were a contestant, becauseyou will really get overwhelemed, but on our case, we were shocked to see how the set was totally high-tech.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with the sensors from GameKNB was really fun. But, Kuya Mark told us that the fun won't stop there. He made us go into the set of &lt;strong&gt;Wowowee&lt;/strong&gt;.[a shooting was going on] It was amazing. After that we were given permission to go into Iya and the other girl hosts' dressing room. &lt;strong&gt;Iya Villana&lt;/strong&gt; was very pretty. She had this beautiful baby doll face. She was tall, too, aside from the high heels she was wearing, she was really was tall. Hate her.haha. joke.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelmed and starstruck all over, we returned to my mom's office and ordered pizza to get ready for the Little Big Star grand finals. Feeling crazy[again] we took some pictures, and then after a while, called to the pantry. We munched and munched away to our heart's content. After a while, we all got ready for the most awaited event of the day...the &lt;strong&gt;LBS Grand Finals&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised at the number of people waiting in line, we all settled in a corner and started to line up too. Honestly, I missed the special treatment we--I would most often get in ABS, but it's all part of everything, so we decided to obey the rules and be happy with the seats that we would get. But what totally pissed us off was that there's this old lady that kept on telling us to line up at the back and all, as if we wouldn't do that. Tsssss. She kept on making faces at us.Grrrr. But anyhoo, we still got the last laugh. Even though we were the last people to get in,, we got 2nd row seats which were reserved especially for us.[in your face, old lady,, hahaha... apparently, the old lady was a mayor and was there for charisse, another grand finalist,, maybe that's why she had the gutts to bully us] Oh yes. I love my mommy.[while we were waiting outside the studio, my mom was called in, and kind of did an inspection of the overall look of the place.]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily seated on our 'special' seats, we were kind of hyped up by the energy inside the place. What was really good aboutthe event was that before they started to roll the film, each and every person in the room was requested to bow down their heads to respect the fraction of the time for prayer. It was really nice, because for every shooting of every ABS show, they would spare like, 10 minutes or so, before they start everything to pray and thank God for bringing them together and to ask for guidance. Pretty much like what us, &lt;strong&gt;Assumptionistas&lt;/strong&gt;, would do.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show started. Sarah's gown was oh so fabulous. My mom told me the gown was very expensive, since &lt;em&gt;it really was couture&lt;/em&gt;. The person who made Sarah's gown was a well known designer in the Phils. I think it was &lt;strong&gt;Rajo Laurel&lt;/strong&gt;, or something. His name is pretty familiar to me. Anyway, their performances were fantastic. When &lt;strong&gt;Sam&lt;/strong&gt; started to sing, it felt like I was already melting. hahaha. &lt;strong&gt;Gian&lt;/strong&gt; was actually much more handsome in personal. He wasn't telegenic though. But, anyway, Gian did have the pretty boy looks, but Sam kind of overpowered him. Awwww. Too bad. But they're both cute guys. hahaha. &lt;strong&gt;Makisig&lt;/strong&gt; was oh-so cute. I can't help but remember the time when we went to the set of LBS and he kissed me...hahaha. Fun times. We even got to talk to Sam, &lt;em&gt;he invited us to go to Shang&lt;/em&gt;, we invited him to go to AA,, we didn't go gaga over him. We acted like mature people. hahaha. It was pretty hard, though. hahaha. I even got to talk to Sam's mom, she asked me a lot of questions, like what school do I come from, how did we manage to enter the studio[I told her we were with my mom, she actually knew who my mom was,,hahaha], my age, what were my likes,, and more of those kind of stuff. I felt I was like in an interrogation process or something, but it was good, I got to talk to Sam, and his mom. haha.[right now, my mom is kinda buddy-buddy with Sam's mom, she even has her number,,funny. hahaha from what I know, my mom used Sam's mom's number for communication and business purposes for our legacy] There, back to the present, because all of those stuff happened lastDecember. Everything went well. Makisig's performance was to die for[the dance part], although he had a few mistakes in his last song,[which made him breakdown to pieces, he cried and cried until the show was over] I thought that he was still so adorable. The show was so much fun. Although there's this guy who kept on yelling really rude things, like, &lt;em&gt;'Sam, you go, girl!'&lt;/em&gt; the hell. And he kept on mocking Makisig for crying, Gian was the one who looked totally pissed off. At one point, they decided to settle down the man first and to make the finalists rest backstage. Sam did a little beatbox, which totally pissed me off, I couldn't do that &lt;i&gt;kasi&lt;/i&gt;,hahahaha. Gian kept on saying[big brother voice] &lt;em&gt;'ung lalaking maingay, punta ka sa confession room'...&lt;/em&gt;totally hilarious. Gian was the type who would certainly punch the guy if he wasn't a contestant. hahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tension filled the air as the time for announcing who the champs were.[or so, in LBS language, the first honors]... but for Sam and Gian, all was well. It was not &lt;em&gt;plastic&lt;/em&gt; of them when they declared in national tv that it was okay whoever will win the contest. They actually talked about it in one corner, they shook hands and hugged. Totally like brothers. It was pretty cute. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confetti flowed endlessly as the show finshed. But earlier, my mom was able to talk to Sam's mom and asked her if we could have a little bonding time with the dude. My mom told me that Sam's mom was pretty ecstatic when she knew that my mom and my &lt;br /&gt;friends and I were there to watch. She said yes, and that we could have some time with Sam. But, sadly, my dad was already there, and we felt like we will be total losers if we would just barge in and ruin Sam's celebration. So, we decided to go ahead. And just wait again for the time to be able to talk to him.[which will happen pretty soon...:p]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner came and we ate at &lt;strong&gt;Chili's&lt;/strong&gt;. We even got the nerve to talk to the reception girl. &lt;em&gt;We begged and begged for crayons&lt;/em&gt;.We even entertained her when we told her that we got to enter the PBB house. I can tell that she was pretty amazed. haha. We were supposed to go to &lt;strong&gt;Starbucks&lt;/strong&gt; and all, but we were all wasted. It really was a memorable day...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I slept, my mom told me that we could've stayed and ate dinner via the buffet served to the finalists and their families. Apparently, she told me to remember the time when we went to LBS last December, we were given free food and all. &lt;i&gt;Sayang.&lt;/i&gt; If my dad only came by a little later, we could've bonded with all the finalists, and we could've eaten the good food.[my momsaid it was pretty good, &lt;i&gt;daw&lt;/i&gt;] But just now, my tita told me that she would inform me of the date of the victory party of LBS, which will be held at Cafe Espresso. She would reserve us seats and all. I love this life. Oh yes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pics are coming within this week, apparently, photobucket is soooo slow...so please be patient...there are like, 100 photos or so...]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-114456385350825830?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/114456385350825830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=114456385350825830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114456385350825830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114456385350825830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/04/invading-abs-very-very-long-postp.html' title='invading ABS [a very, very long post...;p]'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-114380014701989686</id><published>2006-03-31T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T15:51:15.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a long post,, ;)</title><content type='html'>So many things happened during the past days. I still cannot believe how time fast time flies. I still can't believe it that we're--I'm a full-flegded Assumption Antipolo Grade School Graduate. Whew. After all the hardwork. Everything finally paid off. Even the two awards I got were like the icing on top of the cake. It was so unbelievable.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, after about 5[or 6] grueling days of practice, everything was going on so smoothly. First the &lt;b&gt;liturgical innovation&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;b&gt;Ms. Dolly&lt;/b&gt; came. Yeah. It was a blast,, even though we were certainly unprepared, the look on Ms. Dolly's face was extremely priceless. She really did appreciate all the work we had put into the simple surprise thing for her. Next came the most awaited day of all--the Graduation Day. It was very emotional for me. The hell. I looked like a big crybaby,, ask my seatmates then,,hahaha.;p It was extra special also, since the people around me were supportive and stuff,, &lt;i&gt;i love you guys.&lt;/i&gt; :) Then came the diploma time. Whew. Honestly, I felt like my shoes were just going to fly off...[and so did &lt;b&gt;Nikka&lt;/b&gt;,,hahaha] It felt like I was waiting for such a long time just to be able to get that piece of parchment paper, apparently, it really was a long wait. 7 full years of hardwork and all, and you &lt;s&gt;just get a parchment paper.&lt;/s&gt; Nah,, I still think everything was worth it. Awarding time came,, the hell, &lt;b&gt;Maxine&lt;/b&gt; and I were having the jitters like there was no tomorrow. We kept on telling ourselves not to expect to have an award since if we really didn't bag one, we would feel really disappointed. But no, eventually all our hard work paid off and all,, both of us even got two awards. It really was a gobsmacking experience.;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batch outing came. Oh yeah. Had a lot of fun.;) But, towards the end of the day was the most memorable thing that happened to me. It was like I was having this farewell party or something. Everyone I knew were like, saying that they will truly miss me.[I hope that's true,,hahaha:)] I was being touchy and all because my mom told me that I wouldn't be riding in the bus all the way back to AA,, but then out of pity, they eventually let me go.[so much for the dramatic goodbyes I had,,hahaha.;)]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never ever forget this school year. This year was very special for me. All the friends I made and the bond with my friends that got even stronger were parts of an amazing year, an amazing school and an amazing group of people whom I will cherish as long as I can. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidbits of the past:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;b&gt;Biggel&lt;/b&gt; and I used to fight &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; the time...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Was a commentator during our first holy communion...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...My first ever responsibility, being a class president during grade 3...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...My 1st year to host a slumber party[with &lt;b&gt;Mara, Liang and Jean&lt;/b&gt;]...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I was a prince at the Wonder Bookshop,,hahaha....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...My 1st year as a secretary during grade 5...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...My 1st year of intrams, Biggel and I kept this tiny secret about something going on before,,hahaha...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I organized the awarding for 5-2, was a blast...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...My 2nd year as a secretary with 6-3...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Was chosen for the Y.O.U. Rule Youth Convention at Ateneo...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Learned that sisig was bad for dancers[with &lt;b&gt;Aleli&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Kara&lt;/b&gt;,,hahaha;)]...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Was always with &lt;b&gt;Zian&lt;/b&gt;[zian's my classmate during nursery, along with &lt;b&gt;J-Ann&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Mia&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Jana&lt;/b&gt;] during house activities...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Red house group members came to my house,, apparently, we all ate like construction workers...;)[here, &lt;b&gt;Mej&lt;/b&gt; discovered that her true bestfriend was my mom,,hahaha]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Was elected VP of 7-4...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Got hysterical when we saw a dead body during our AK...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Our dance won during the intrams...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Fair was a blast,, shootah-balls tarp was very fun to tinker with,,haha...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Went to ABS with &lt;b&gt;Ayna&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Mia&lt;/b&gt; to invite Sam Concepcion to our legacy...[thanks Mom, btw,,:)]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Dance practices were the best times, ever...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Got to shoot our lines for the AVP,, &lt;b&gt;Bea's&lt;/b&gt; piece was the best,, no doubt...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Legacy promotions was awesome,, got to go to Magic 89.9 to promote our legacy...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Wrote our[7-4 officers] first reply slip ever,,;)...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Was supposed to jump with Mej, Nikka, &lt;b&gt;Pau, Jana and Kara&lt;/b&gt; during the Cueshe part, but we weren't allowed to do so[we even practiced jumping]...:c&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Legacy itself was so rewarding,,;)...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;...Dance part was so hilarious...but we had fun...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Talked to Sam before he even performed...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Discovered I didn't pass Phil.Sci...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Got comforted by many people,, especially Biggel, Mia and my family...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Was confirmed,, &lt;i&gt;kinakapatid ko na si&lt;/i&gt; Mia!!!...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Pressure and stress took over me as the HELE project's deadline got closer and closer...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Had a problem with some of my friends in 7-4...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Took QSCI test...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Eventually made up with my frinds...:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...The last set of quarterly tests were like brain drainers...hahaha...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Grad practices were heaven and hell at the same time...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Discovered that I passed QSCI...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Graduation itself was very memorable...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Batch outing was a special day...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and now,, back to the present...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...planning to go to card day tom...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...planning more outings with my friends...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...April 25 is my medical exam in QSCI...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latter things sounded like future plans,, hahaha.. so there,, my long post ends here. Once again, to everyone that has been a part of my life so far,, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i love you guys!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-114380014701989686?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/114380014701989686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=114380014701989686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114380014701989686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114380014701989686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/03/long-post.html' title='a long post,, ;)'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-114319883080233129</id><published>2006-03-24T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T19:13:50.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the countdown is on....</title><content type='html'>Whoa,, after a week of tormenting day-to-day practices, only a half day of practices is left,, and that's it. I'm outta AA...:c Not that I'm uber,totally happy about it, but of course, there's the feeling of something I've treasured for a long time to be gone soon...I will really miss AA, my friends, my batchmates, most especially 7-4...:c&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was a blast. I will truly be thankful for all the memories that I will treasure for the years to come,, and yes,, &lt;b&gt;I SHALL RETURN!!!!&lt;/b&gt; [for special events, such as the intrams, fair and legacy concerts,,:)]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens, if I'm going to stay or go, all the experiences, everything that has happened for the last ten months will always be in my heart.:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To my friends, the people whom I've shared laughs and tears, and most especially to 7-4,, &lt;b&gt;i love you guys!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-114319883080233129?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/114319883080233129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=114319883080233129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114319883080233129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114319883080233129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/03/countdown-is-on.html' title='the countdown is on....'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-114239214346703397</id><published>2006-03-15T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T11:13:47.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here we go again</title><content type='html'>roar. Was planning to go out with angge, janica, mara and hannah today. We were supposed to go to big R ata and Sta. Lu, gawd. And then now, my parents don't allow me because of the transpo-mix up. roar. Last night, they said that they would allow me and provide me with the transpo. But here comes the emergency thingy at the offices of both of my parents. So there, I am left here, all alone, in front of the flat screen TV and the laptop, and the digicam right beside me, and the cellphone, charging, and the stereo blasting loud PNE music. whew. It's gonna be a loooooonnnng day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I made some blinkies last time. Thought of displaying it to the world wide web again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wapakk.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/flipblinkie.gif" border="0" alt="summer's definitely here"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, summer's really here.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wapakk.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/biggelkayblinkie2.gif" border="0" alt="biggel and kay"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you look at that. we were so fat. haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wapakk.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/guitblinkie.gif" border="0" alt="guitar"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet,, another guitar.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-oh. It's our &lt;b&gt;deliberation&lt;/b&gt; today. Please pray not only for us, [Grade 7] but also for the seniors as well.*starts to nail bite*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I'll be eating[again] in a few. A yummy &lt;b&gt;crema de fruta&lt;/b&gt; is waiting for me downstairs. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-114239214346703397?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/114239214346703397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=114239214346703397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114239214346703397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114239214346703397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/03/here-we-go-again.html' title='here we go again'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-114233190401485124</id><published>2006-03-14T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T18:25:04.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whew</title><content type='html'>Yeah. Everything's been said and done. At last. Peace again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, damn. I had to speak in front of the whole batch. Yakk. Talk about being impromptu. haha. But, then again, it was the real oppurtunity for me to speak out my thoughts about them,, and how--how I love them. Yuck. Mushy. haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a hard time, though. Sheesh. Still don't have this certain thingy for a certain person. haha. That was so weird.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No classes tomorrow. Joy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw my grades in AP, Language and Science. Science was totally unexpected. It was pretty high. AP was LOW. And Language, don't even dare to ask about it, it was really low. Oh well. At least I don't have to worry about my academics anymore. whew.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless,, I had so much fun today. At last, we're totally okay now. &lt;i&gt;tuloy pa rin ang pigtails namin sa&lt;/i&gt; march27!!!haha...yeah.&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/8731541-114233190401485124?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/114233190401485124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=114233190401485124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114233190401485124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114233190401485124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/03/whew.html' title='whew'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-114137782247969083</id><published>2006-03-03T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T17:23:42.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freak</title><content type='html'>Had a bad day today. Sheesh. I'm never gonna make it to acad honors. But then again, I still have this tiny little speck of hope that I might reach the cut. I do hope so. I need lots of prayer. So please do pray for me. I've been working really hard for those honors.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, how did I know that I won't reach the cut anymore? Simple. Two words. &lt;b&gt;HELE PROJECT.&lt;/b&gt; The frickin' project's gonna spoil everything. I even managed to have line of 9's in all the three quarters, not a single line of 8. But boy-oh-boy, this simple pair of shorts is gonna send all of my hardwork down the drain. Freak.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't finished it[the project] yet. The teacher said she would accept those *toot*ing projects in Monday. So there, I was pretty relieved. But you know what, she added the thing that made me really mad. Steaming mad. She would accept it, but mark it late. Surely, I would have a line of 8 in that project. And maybe, I even earned a line of 7 in the quiz. Damnit. That would give me an ugly line of 8 in the card. Okay,, fine, so what's a line of 8?? I can still pass grade 7 with a single line of 8. But, what if she gives me an 86??? Freak.  I won't make it to the Acad Honors cut. The thing that I've been working hard for. That is the reason why I sleep at 2am in the morning just to accomplish a project, so I won't get a line of 8. Freakfreakfreak. I can't believe this is happening. My parents are looking forward to graduation day because I might have the Acad Honors award[along with many others, of course.] And here I am, disappointing them. The freak. I've already had their hopes up. And if I fail them, this won't be the first time. This would be the second. [duh, I didn't pass the Phil.Sci. test...hmph.] I don't want to fail them. I want to make them proud. If I don't, well, maybe, I'm not just meant for greatness. And maybe, this was all just an attempt with no chance to succeed. How stupid of me. Stupidstupidstupidme.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, now I know what to give up for lent. My negativity. haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, I cried a while ago about it. Maybe I was just experiencing too much stress. Way-way too much. I've been able to go through very stressful times, but not anything like this. I didn't even submit the 20 concepts of science that we were supposed to submit today.What's worse is that, those were supposed to be submitted to me. The freak. And I wasn't able to submit one. God. I am the greatest VP ever. That was about the science fair. I wasn't able to go there, so I won't have any frickin' thing to write, so there,, another failing mark. And that is equivalent to one quiz. Yeah. I'm so smart. Well, at least the week's over. Next week, I'll be facing the quarterly tests. &lt;i&gt;Oh God, please help me. Please.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;the freak/freak&lt;/i&gt;=A term that I wouldn't say online. It's actually pretty similar to that of the original bad word.haha,,:p I promised not to curse anymore. Apparently, I still technically am cursing. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-114137782247969083?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/114137782247969083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=114137782247969083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114137782247969083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114137782247969083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/03/freak.html' title='Freak'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-114137772582782457</id><published>2006-03-02T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T17:22:05.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The White Chicken/Dog</title><content type='html'>Had the pet show today. Was kinda scared and still oh-so amazed at the dogs, especially those cute fluffy ones.[see, I'm never gonna get rid of this fear of dogs...]Somehow, I just want to play with dogs, but I can't. I can't even play with my own dog, what more with other people's pets?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, Kara and I were tinkering with the calendar[the one with with the artworks of the grade 3 students] near the bulletin board/cabinet. We were laughing about the supposed to be chicken in the picture,, because it really looked like a white dog. We kept on laughing our heads out about it. Suddenly when we were supposed to go out, Denden's white dog just came out of nowhere! We shouted. &lt;i&gt;as in, tili.&lt;/i&gt; I guess the people who saw that thought what we did was pretty stupid. But apparently, I have this huge fear of dogs and I think Kara is afraid too. So there, having the dog jump out of nowhere, especially when we were talking about the dog with pretty much the same attributes kind of freaked us out. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never get over my fear. NEVER.haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-114137772582782457?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/114137772582782457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=114137772582782457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114137772582782457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114137772582782457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/03/white-chickendog.html' title='The White Chicken/Dog'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-114112807237549745</id><published>2006-02-27T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T20:01:12.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>erase-erase</title><content type='html'>I have changed my opinion. I'm not in favor of this no classes thing already. Just a few days back, I was in total bliss to know that classes were cancelled, but after some time of thinking, and exposure to the news, I finally decided that I liked to have classes already and I don't like this idea that classes are being suspended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I like to have classes??&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;b&gt;A late graduation?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the suspension of two days worth of classes, we[AA students, esp. graduating classes] are now out of track with regards to the lessons that we should be taking up. Also, as for graduating students[that's our batch and the seniors], this week was supposed to be our last week of lessons, quizzes, oral tests, etc. And next week would be our finals already. I'm actually beginning to worry that our graduation might be held later than that of fixed date which is March 28. But, due to the canonization of MME[&lt;i&gt;daw&lt;/i&gt;] in April, it's least likely for us to have our graduation in April. So when will we have graduation if in case it'll be delayed? I don't know, but I'm sure that I don't wanna have our graduation in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;b&gt;A martial law.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I'm totally against martial law. If a martial law is what's best for our country, then so be it. But what I'm afraid of Martial Law [or so called Proclamation 1081] is when the President takes the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Writ of Habeas Corpuz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; away. That is what made the Maritial Law of 20 years ago devastating. They could put anyone to jail without evidences, witnesses and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm a nobody in the world of politics and all of the other stuff most grown-ups are busy fidgeting around in all the time. But if all the nobody's would go together and brainstorm and think of a way to put our country to stability again, then that would be most likely the best thing that will happen in our country this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days the TV has been working over-overtime. In our house, the TV's are always on because we are now keeping track of the news. I know it may be hard to believe that I'm already watching the news every single minute, but our parents told us[my sister and I] that it is important for us to be aware of what's happening around us. Whatever may occur in the next few days might be the events that would change our future for the better or the worse. So, a few moments ago, in &lt;b&gt;ANC&lt;/b&gt;[what can I do? my mom's working in ABS-CBN] they reported that a commotion is going on in the congress right now. Apparently, a Bayan Muna member was arrested. Phfff. What's happening? Have they taken out the Writ already? It seems as if the Administration is just plucking people out of their own respective groups. I'm actually becoming pissed off. Why would they take people out and throw them into jail when they have not yet been proven eligible? I'm scared. I hope this puts to a stop already. I hope all the people who were taken away from their families during the past few days and the ones who are free from any record of violating the law would be set free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really hard to visualize that in the next few days, we &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;might&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; be already experiencing Martial Law. Let's all pray that no matter what happens, Martial Law or no Martial Law, God will guide us and protect us throughout this whole ordeal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-114112807237549745?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/114112807237549745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=114112807237549745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114112807237549745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114112807237549745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/02/erase-erase.html' title='erase-erase'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-114074272302834218</id><published>2006-02-24T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T08:58:43.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AP mid quarter today nah,, no classes! yeah!</title><content type='html'>yeah. i'm so frickin' hyper. no classes. oh yeah. haha. the best. apparently i'm going to &lt;b&gt;mia's&lt;/b&gt; [kinakapatid!] in a while. legacy viewing and editing to be done in her house. oh-boy-oh-boy,, &lt;i&gt;tamang gumimik dahil may coup de etat[tama ba??&lt;/i&gt; i didn't really watch the news stuff, &lt;i&gt;eh.&lt;/i&gt;haha]. haha. the best.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to the no classes thingy,, we won't also have our ap mid-quarter! oh yeah. &lt;b&gt;rejoice,, 7-4!!!&lt;/b&gt; bad vp,,haha. &lt;i&gt;ang&lt;/i&gt; b.i. &lt;i&gt;ko.&lt;/i&gt; haha,, &lt;i&gt;hayaan mo na,, minsan minsan lang toh.&lt;/i&gt; haha. i so have to make the most out of this...yeah. i think i better go now..hafta prepare stuff..;p &lt;b&gt;enjoy the day guys!!!&lt;/b&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/8731541-114074272302834218?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/114074272302834218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=114074272302834218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114074272302834218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114074272302834218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/02/ap-mid-quarter-today-nah-no-classes.html' title='&lt;s&gt;AP mid quarter today&lt;/s&gt; nah,, &lt;b&gt;no classes!&lt;/b&gt; yeah!'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-114068931121061974</id><published>2006-02-23T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T18:08:31.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad vp,, bad</title><content type='html'>Today was tough. I really fought back tears. Then again,, for a while there,, I thought that he was purposely doing that to make me cry. Oh well. At least I didn't. &lt;br /&gt;Not in school. Not infront of 7-4. Not anymore.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked if we were united. I said yes, but there are still some shortcomings. He said that he wasn't pinpointing, but someone is to blame, that some people are not &lt;br /&gt;doing what they are supposed to do. I think he was talking about me. 7-4's bad vp. &lt;i&gt;[tama pala talaga si mara...]&lt;/i&gt; Or probably the worst in Assumption &lt;br /&gt;Antipolo Grade 7 history. Although, him questioning me made me ponder on my true leadership skills. It made me wonder if I really had them. And if it was an &lt;br /&gt;accident that I was elected as their VP,, maybe I wasn't really meant to be one. Why am I thinking about this now, when the school year is going to end? Well,, to &lt;br /&gt;tell you guys the truth,, I know for a fact that from the start of this school year, many people think of me only as a class secretary and not a VP,, besides,, &lt;br /&gt;nowadays I have really noticed that many teachers are starting to question me. Not directly and all,, but with their glaring looks, murmurs and stuff. All that &lt;br /&gt;i'm-disappointed-with-you looks. It was regularly thrown to me during  this year. But, you know what... I had fun. Amidst all the doubts of many people,, I think I &lt;br /&gt;did my best,, and still... I loved what I was doing. I'll start to make the most out of this position,, for this may never come again. 7-4 has indeed trusted me to &lt;br /&gt;become their leader. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I'm not letting them down,, not even for the last couple of weeks.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So what if I'm not the smartest...?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So what if I did many mistakes..?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just as long as I do good now, for the last couple of weeks and at least make a miracle out of 7-4,, I'll feel really accomplished this year.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;kahit wala nang award sa grad,, basta makita ko lang na masaya sila, at hindi na kami mamaliitin ng teachers,, parang un na rin ung award ko...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-114068931121061974?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/114068931121061974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=114068931121061974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114068931121061974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114068931121061974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/02/bad-vp-bad.html' title='bad vp,, bad'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-114060285709497201</id><published>2006-02-22T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T18:10:57.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blinkie madness</title><content type='html'>It was such a miracle that I still got a line of 9 in Math. I was totally expecting that I would get a line of 7 or maybe at least a line of 8. Whew. I thought for a &lt;br /&gt;moment there I would get my first line of 7. Thank heavens. haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Club time today was such a bore. It's just that I don't really feel like playing badminton in school now. I think I need the proper court size, proper net length,, &lt;br /&gt;etcetera. haha. demanding &lt;i&gt;ba toh???&lt;/i&gt;. I wonder what club I'll pick next year...hmmmm....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group in science finally was able to finish our supposed to be 'science-fair-worthy' project. I know that we did our best. And I think we can also be included in &lt;br /&gt;the science fair. But, it's just that there are way too many good projects in our class. hmph. So much for the science fair.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our days as Grade 7 students are really numbered. [as Ms. Dolly always says in our MT's nowadays...hmph.] Thinking about HS life scares me. I think I'm not that &lt;br /&gt;ready yet. How will I be able to handle the academic demands and extra-curricular activities all at the same time?? Harhar. I think I wanna stay like this forever. A &lt;br /&gt;Grade 7 student, I mean. haha. But I know that I can't. I have got to face the reality and get ready for 4 excruciating[but fun&lt;b&gt;?&lt;/b&gt;] high school &lt;br /&gt;years.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have lotsa stuff to do. I'll just go buzz by some time. ;p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way,, I made new blinkies[you guys may already notice that I'm so getting into this blinkie-making thing... it's actually a lot of fun,, if you have the &lt;br /&gt;patience,,haha.]... Apparently I was sooo bored yesterday. haha. Boredom really is good.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/seatmates.gif" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah,, that's actually for our friendster account. apparently,, janica made an account,, &lt;i&gt;kala ko,, biro-biro lang un,,haha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/kguitar.gif" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a new guitar one for me...if you guys want something like that,, tell me,, ayt??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/magnanaygif.gif" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that one's for chessy and kara,, &lt;i&gt;para ilagay din nila sa&lt;/i&gt; blog or multiply..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hafta do my CLE hw &lt;i&gt;pa&lt;/i&gt;,, apparently,, Mara's calling me a bad vp,,haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-114060285709497201?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/114060285709497201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=114060285709497201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114060285709497201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114060285709497201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/02/blinkie-madness.html' title='blinkie madness'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-114000386580333656</id><published>2006-02-15T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T20:22:23.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>help</title><content type='html'>Today was more awful than the 1st day. As expected. Duh. I knew it was going to worse and worse as each day passes. But then again, I said after some serious &lt;br /&gt;bloghopping, I was going to say less complaints. I never knew how much of a whiner I was, not until yesterday[after seeing/reading that more people are experiencing worse problems that I am undergoing right now]. I guess I'm really taking this Confirmation thing seriously,, see I'm starting to change. [at least that's &lt;br /&gt;one good thing about this being tired all day and finding consolation in front of the laptop, bloghopping and just surfing the rest of the day away]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I can pretty much say that I've been quite down these past days. I dunno the hell why. I just want to get the heck out of this very dull phase. I seriously &lt;br /&gt;want to be happy and hyper again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,, one thing's made me quite hyper today, but not that long. In fairness, being pulled out of the singing practices for the &lt;b&gt;Humayo't Ihayag&lt;/b&gt; dance was &lt;br /&gt;pretty cool. Aside from the fact that we could be saved from all the drowsiness that seemed to be floating in the MPB, we got to fix our hair, talk and talk and have a &lt;br /&gt;blast dancing the time away.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, aside from the fun I had sometime during the middle of the day, I can't help but think about what I've done for 7-4 as a VP. Amidst all the brainstorming, I &lt;br /&gt;thought up of only a couple of stuff. And, boy, was I disappointed. It's near the end of the schoolyear, and yet I can see that I haven't been that dedicated VP. But, &lt;br /&gt;what I know was I did my best. However, it was not my very best. I must really make the most out of the remaining days I get to spend with 7-4. It makes me &lt;br /&gt;really guilty to become a bad leader to them. Somehow, during the middle of the schoolyear, I even thought of how can I make an impact to my classmates, but it &lt;br /&gt;seems that I haven't even done a single thing for them. Damn it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems I have too much sentimental stuff going on? Gosh, you guys just don't know how I hate it when I'm feeling like this. Totally sucks. I just want to be happy &lt;br /&gt;again. Oh boy, oh boy,, &lt;i&gt;kay the whiner&lt;/i&gt; steps in again. I have to remind myself to get rid of that stupid trait of mine. I need help. I really do.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah,, before I forget,, &lt;b&gt;kara,, get well soon!&lt;/b&gt; [with that swelling eye problem of yours,, ;p]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-114000386580333656?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/114000386580333656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=114000386580333656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114000386580333656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/114000386580333656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/02/help.html' title='help'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-113990937009050129</id><published>2006-02-14T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T17:29:30.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yeah. valentine's day.</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to be really happy today. Well, aside from the fact that I had to wear those oh-so-hard-to-walk-on-heels-from-hell, and the itchy stockings, the day was really alright and somehow, a bit exciting and fun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made this day extra-special was that &lt;b&gt;Biggel&lt;/b&gt; gave me 3 roses today. Oh yeah. It's so niiicccceeee having her as a &lt;b&gt;bestfriend&lt;/b&gt;. I dunno what I'll be without her. So, Biggel,, here's to you...muah!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah,, thanks to the people who gave me chocolates. yumyum. ;p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what made my already-happy day turn into a day full of stress and doubts. Yeah,, I'm exaggerating. But the fact that a person whom I consider a close friend somehow mocked me today. Oh yeah, nice timing, friend. Here's my explanation to you,, &lt;i&gt;friend&lt;/i&gt;...I only recited during that particular period because I wasnt't listening. okkaaayyyy? I was not showing to the whole class that I can do those things very well,, because for one thing, I can't really do it well. I was troubled because of my grade in that specific subject's UT1,, so after some time of thinking[and still not listening], I looked up to the board and saw the example written there. So, okay, my stupidity took over and I raised my hand and answered it. So, really, I wasn't trying to boast or anything, but my stupidity and my unattentiveness was controling me too much that day. There, if you're reading this, &lt;i&gt;friend&lt;/i&gt;,, I hope you get my explanation.;p by the way,, I'm not starting a fight.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a nonsense post,, right? Oh well,, I couldn't say the love bug bit me already,, but maybe it was the hyper side of me that took over today. Yeah,, happy valentine's y'all!;p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/kayblinkie.gif" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sooo bored. See what boredom can really do??haha. Tag me if you want something like that..;p&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-113990937009050129?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/113990937009050129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=113990937009050129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/113990937009050129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/113990937009050129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-yeah-valentines-day.html' title='oh yeah. valentine&apos;s day.'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-113983066068397273</id><published>2006-02-13T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T19:37:58.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 1st day</title><content type='html'>Today could never get any worse. Well,, actually it really can. Since today, the confirmation practices were started. And I really can say that it was like getting an early, sneak-peek taste of hell. It was like an army camp, mind you. I even started to think that they were training us to become soldiers who would be soon put into battle. Whew. Aside from the fact that we were to be as stiff as boards during the practices[no fixing of hair! no slouching! &lt;i&gt;kulang na lang&lt;/i&gt;,, no breathing!] extra work was given to us, officers. We had to be part of the disciplinary group who would keep a sharp eye on our fellow students. Arrgggh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I just have to continue consoling and prepping myself up for the following hell days yet to come.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's day tomorrow! Bought a bunch of chocolates for some people,,;p I just hate the fact that we have to trudge on our heels again tomorrow. Arrgh. The horror.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, my mind is going on a topsy-turvy spin right now. I think I have to end this post already or else, it'll be as topsy-turvy as I am. Ta-ta for now. ;p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminders[for me]:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-submission of CLE reflection paper on thursday&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-give out chat![haha,, halatang tinatamad...:p]&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/8731541-113983066068397273?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/113983066068397273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=113983066068397273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/113983066068397273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/113983066068397273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/02/1st-day.html' title='the 1st day'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-113957956701714759</id><published>2006-02-10T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T21:58:38.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sheesh</title><content type='html'>i failed my math test even though the results aren't given yet,, i just know. fudge. looks like,, it's gonna be my first line of 8 for the whole year or when everything's really going bad,, my first line of 7 for my whole entire life. &lt;i&gt;panira&lt;/i&gt; even though i get a 79 in the card for the 4th quarter [and there really might be a chance that i'm gonna get it..] i'm still gonna get a 91 average in math [thank goodness for the straight 98's for the past 3 quarters...] but then again,, considering that i studied for this test,, fine,, i crammed.. but still... i knew the all the formulae to be memorized, i analyzed almost all of the problems.. and here's what i get,, i think the lowest grade i might receive for the ut1 in math is 77... beat that. my first line of 7 ever..whew. life really is hard. blast it. i'm supposed to be having the time of my life now...considering that it's the very last lap in my life as a 7th grader, and here comes my stupidity. oh yeah. nice timing, &lt;i&gt;stupidity&lt;/i&gt;,, i'm so having the time of my life now because of you. not. so yeah,, my fraustration led to worse conditions, i answered an algebraic equation even though ms.martinez didn't ask for the answer,, i wasn't listening, so i assumed that she was asking for the answer. phff. lesson learned. &lt;b&gt;don't ever assume&lt;/b&gt; i mean,, what kind of person would give an answer even to a question that is not being asked,, well.. a fool might do that. and that's me for today. even for the rest of my life. sheesh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently,, i just poured every single bit of my fraustration and anger[towards myself] into making these uber perky blinkies,, they're for our friendster account...[barbie girls...wanna have a look-see? click this link...http://www.friendster.com/profiles/barbiegirls]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/nikkabarbiegirls.gif" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's for nikka,, since she's the foundress..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/mejbarbiegirls.gif" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and uh,, this one's mej's,, my seatmate&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/kaybarbiegirls.gif" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's for me...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/karabarbiegirls.gif" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my twin..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/denisebarbiegirls.gif" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my kabit...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/paubarbiegirls.gif" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that one's for pau...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know,, what a boring post,, it's just that i so have to let my feelings out for now,, i can't keep them bottled up.. or i'll explode. ayt? ta-ta for now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recollection tom...have to wake up early..sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-113957956701714759?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/113957956701714759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=113957956701714759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/113957956701714759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/113957956701714759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/02/sheesh.html' title='sheesh'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-113896299243257026</id><published>2006-01-21T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T18:36:32.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>legacy!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how time flies so fast. The legacy just happened last Friday, January 20, 2005. It was a big success. After everything that our class has gone through for the sake of this major event, I think it was really worth it. All those practices, decision making, brainstorming, and even some misunderstandings took place, but all of that comes down to one thing, the one thing that every single person in our batch desires. A wonderful, unforgettable legacy night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The general rehearsals took place last Thursday. It was spent for all those sweaty hours of dancing and blocking and all the dirty work that takes place in a prod. number. But, honestly, not minding the sweat and the humid temperature, the day was actually fun. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I honestly had fun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday, January 20, the BIG DAY.&lt;/b&gt; the day started out to be kind of a very holy one for me. The first thing I did when I arrived school with my mom [she's the prod com head,, so she had to be there verrry early in the morning...] was to wait in the hallway near the admin building. [I had to wait for the bell to ring because I had so many things with me.] While waiting, I met Kara along the way. So, even though the bell wasn't even rung yet, Kara and I went straight to the 7-4 classroom. After dropping our things [we had a lot, I can say. haha. ;p] and posting my letter for 7-4 [it's a habit of mine to make letters for 7-4, sometimes for encouragement or thank you's but, most of the time, I write them because I have nothing else to do, but for this case, the letter was encouraging them to do their best in our prod no., 7-4 seriously needed some inspiration...haha.], we went straight to the chapel to attend mass.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending the morning in a very, err,, holy way. The rest of the day was spent on cramming the dance steps and last minute instructions. Aside from that, I had my hair done. [I was in braids from around 11 am to the legacy event itself, it was a relief for me to dance and dance without the hassle of bangs. How I wish I could be in braids everyday,,haha.]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 4pm, we were served our dinner. [ang aga, noh?? haha.] I opened the holy box of mcdo chicken! haha. [too bad kara wasn't able to document it..haha.] so,, after opening the box, we announced to the whole class that it was eating time! After some time of being officers, we realized that we were ordinary students with empty stomachs, so putting aside the fact that we haven't distributed all of the chicken meals, we grabbed our own food and settled down right in the middle of the classroom.[the rest of 7-4 just got their food and I think they didn't mind us eating even though the food wasn't fully distributed yet,, :p] Nikka[kuya] and Mej[seatmate] sat beside the two of us,, para daw ma-complete ung square. [haha. labo. pakita ko na lang ung pics later,, :p] so, there, after praying and all,, we ate, and chatted, and ate and chatted. After eating we[kara, myself, nikka, mej, pau and jana] went to the multi to grab some drinks. Along the way, we heard the music of Cueshe playing. We jumped and jumped to the music. It was kinda nice, actually. We went to the middle of the field, right on the dot, and formed a circle, and started to jump ala Cueshe. haha. After jumping and laughing like there was no tomorrow, we went to the multi[finally, ;p] to buy drinks. Kara, Jana and I went straight to Starbucks, Jana bought a vanilla frap, grande, I think, and Kara bought a tall mocha frap, and I bought a grande mocha frap. Mej, Nikka and Pau bought drinks from Mcdo, which was right beside Starbucks. Even in the multi, Cueshe's sond, Ulan, can still be heard. Just in time for the jumping part, we formed a circle and did our routine again. Promise,, we looked like mental patients let on loose. haha. We even planned to stay together during Cueshe's turn to play and form a circle and jump and jump ala Cueshe. haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things happened after buying our drinks. We had our makeup done, mine was done by Janica, mind you, Mej and Nikka had more visible makeup that our[kara and i] makeup.haha. We practiced the dance some more and I gave a bouquet of flowers to my mom. [it was Ms. Dolly's &lt;i&gt;pakana&lt;/i&gt;, but my mom really appreciated it,, ;p] After praying as a class,[we even prayed for Hannah, she was absent throughout the whole quarterly exams and even during the legacy itself... :c] and praying as a whole batch, we[mai, kara and i] managed to make 7-4 settle down and make 1 straight line. It was pretty hard to make them line up, actually. Jitters came over me, but the moment we went out to sing the national anthem and the invocation, the jitters were gone. [mind you, maigirl, roxy and i were up front of our class.. just because we were the leaders for the action thingy,,] The OBB was presented to us, the OBB was just composed of our pics. Then, the AVP came up. We had a couple of laughs. But the most embrarrassing for me was when 7-4 started screaming like hell when my face came upon the screen. [I joked them into doing that, but I wasn't really serious about it...it was just a joke! but then, they seemed to be really taking all my jokes seriously, this time...haha.]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The legacy event itself was so much fun. Stonefree gave an awesome performance, and I really really really enjoyed it since I was in the front and center, so I got the best view..I even got to say thank you to Sam personally just before he came to the stage to perform.[mia, ayna and I went to ABS last Dec. 8 to invite him to come to our legacy, and with my mom's help,, he did! :)] Even though we[kara, myself, mej, nikka, pau and jana] didn't get to jump during the Cueshe part, we managed to appreciate Cueshe's supposed to be jumping music by just banging our heads like there was no tomorrow. haha. Right before the last batch of performers came up the stage, the  bloopers part was shown in the video wall,, it was totally hilarious, especially Bea's part...And honestly, the Restrospect part was fun. We[mara, kara, toni, mej and i] danced and danced up until the very last song, although Mej was sleepy most of the time, we still managed to wake her up. haha,,;p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the legacy was a verry unforgettable event. Just how our batch wanted it to be.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/pic97.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the legacy itself...me and mej&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/pic84.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi kita! the lights are kinda cool, though,, haha. that's actually me and kara...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/pic80.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, i was so hyper that i would take a picture of anything that would catch my eye,, haha. this time, ung board ung napag-diskitahan ko.haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/pic79.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinadaan ang kaba sa pagiging hyper,,haha..;p...kara,janica,kay&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/pic78.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right after applying the gruesome makeup,, yuckee,, icky stuffs...kara,kay,angge&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/pic75.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay and mej, wala kaming mahanap na mirror nian,, kaya pinicturan na lang namin mga sarili namin,, o diba, great minds think alike!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/pic70.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yakk! makeup time!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/pic56.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyak! nginatngat namin ni asawa ung chicken!haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/pic45.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. ang sarap kumain. ung may pink na watch, c kara, ung may khaki na pants, c nikka, ako ung isang naka-skirt[nka-skirt din kac c kara nun eh,,] tapos c mej ung nka denim pants..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/pic44.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right after having my braids done&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/pic37.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha,, pinicturan ako ni denise&lt;kabit!&gt; nian..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;introducing, ang PARLOR NG 7-4!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/pic35.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/pic34.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/pic33.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/wapAk38.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o diba, parlor-na-parlor ang dating? curling sa isang side, straightening sa isa, tapos braiding sa isa pang dulo!haha. pwedeng pwede na talaga maging parlor.;p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/mgahyper.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BARBIE GIRLS!&lt;/b&gt;kara,nikka,mej,kay&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/pic30.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naninigarilyo habang ginagawan ako ng braids,, haha. hindi! nag lo-lollipop lang ako nian,,haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/wapAk93.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singer ng stonefree&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/wapAk81.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kara and i, right before lining up for the invocation,, dinadaan ang kaba sa pa-picture picture,,haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/wapAk71.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyak! ang masungit kong makeup artist!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/wapAk61.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang pangit&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/wapAk60.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. that's me with my ever-loyal makeup artist..haha.kapal&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/wapAk59.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kakatapos pa lang bumili ng drinks, pink lemonade ata ung hawak ni mej, tapos mocha frap ung akin..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/wapAk58.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nag-iinternalize ang mga loko...nikka,mej,jana&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/wapAk57.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kami ian, pagkatapos kumain...ako ung may adidas na black and white na rubber shoes, c mej ung may white na chucks, c kara ung may brown and pink, tapos c nikka ung may black na chucks&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/wapAk40.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. my braids. c denise[kabit!] nag picture nian eh,,;p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/wapAk23.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang banggag namin ni asawa..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/wapAk22.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. teacher chessy!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/wapAk21.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kara and i, habang ineexplain ung instructions for the dance,, naku! caught in the act kami! halatang hindi nakikinig!haha,,;p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/wapAk17.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-4 classroom,, after everything has been said and done...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayyt,, those are just &lt;b&gt;some&lt;/b&gt; of the &lt;b&gt;many&lt;/b&gt; pics i have, but it'll be a big hassle for me to upload every single one of those pics, so just bear with what i've uploaded,, ayt?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'till my next post..:D&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-113896299243257026?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/113896299243257026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=113896299243257026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/113896299243257026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/113896299243257026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/01/legacy.html' title='legacy!'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-113747822196614560</id><published>2006-01-13T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T14:10:21.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa. This week has been a blast. Even though I was really harrassed and all due to the many duties handed over to me as a section head and the daughter of the Head of the Production Committee..[I just made it sound good,, but actually it's really hard to be the &lt;i&gt;utusan&lt;/i&gt; of not only your mom but also your C.A.] I actually had fun. Why? It's because I got to go in and out of the classroom whenever Ms. Dolly would go and excuse me,, and I would be able to rest my head for a little while at the same time. [by the way,, my head has is officially in the overused state these past days...haha.] Also,, I got to see the pictures for the AVP,, I mean,, it's so much fun to see the pics of my batchmates during their &lt;i&gt;nene&lt;/i&gt; days... especially during the kinder and preschool times... I got to see many of my batchmates donning these hilarious costumes, [mind you, some of them even looked cute...haha.] and some of them even looked like they were really taking the dance interpretations seriously and singing their hearts out...But, seriously, I can't help but think about how time flies so fast... in a little while, it'll be the end of the 3rd quarter already, and then, before you know it...it'll be graduation already! [wait,, before graduation,, there's the announcements of the people who passed in the 2nd screening for Phil.Sci.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about how time flies so fast,, it's gonna be our legacy this Friday, Jan. 20... I'm seriously getting the jitters,, especially after knowing the sequence of the dances...*sigh* And.. I'm having this crisis going on... I'll be one of the dancers for Dirty Dancing! [which well,, stands already for its name,, once you hear it,, you wouldn't need to say more...]Anyway,, aside from the supposed to be 'silver lining of a dark cloud' which is I'll get to dance with my twin,, it's just that the dance itself is giving me the goosebumps...haha... Well,, the legacy is the perfect timing to document any black mail material for us, 7th graders... wawa naman kami...haha... Also, I wouldn't like my face to be plastered on a big video wall during the AVP part,, goooddddd.... who would like that, anyway??? Okaayyy,, I seriously have got to take my head off the fact that my face [together with Mara's] will be seen by manyyyyy people and even our bloopers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,, about the legacy,, some lucky girls [including me,, i'm so lucky!! haha... that's actually thanks to my mommee...haha...] got to visit the studios of Magic 89.9 to promote the legacy. I seriously had the time of my life. The dj's were oh-so fun to be with and so easy to talk to... I so want to have a part time job as a DJ,, it looks like it's a job that not like, a serious thing,, because you know,, even if you have mistakes on air,, your co-dj's will always back you up and just laugh about it...Anyway,, here are some photos,,[the pics I got from the AVP pics collection and also the pics I took while we were in the office of Magic 89.9]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!But before that,, quarterly tests are coming up next week! ahhhhh!!!! [talk about being tortured before partying the night away during the legacy....]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also,, here's a look-see of my sched tomorrow...[&lt;i&gt;aii,, halatang wala talagang magawa eh,,&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:MORNING:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting with the prod com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;editing of the AVR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VTR viewing/editing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:AFTERNOON:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kumon,,ata...wag sana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IP project preparation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, if my parents allow me... i'll be going out with Pau and Mej tomorrow,, kelangan lumayas muna bago mag quarterly!!!haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaaayyy,, here are the pics...[sorry I put you guys on hold...haha...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/eeEw.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa 89.9...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/mightymikeslickricktetaat89.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa loob nung dj booth!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/kaypao.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaming dalawa ni pao..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/kaymarajelaijanicaangge.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kami&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/kaybiggel.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay.biggel&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/kayangge.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaming dalawa ni angge&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/janajanicaanggekay.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bago mag-vigil.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/erikakarakayhannah.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erika,kara,kay,hannah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/samulti.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagpapaka-responsible na mga officers,,haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/peechure.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture uli.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/mag-nanay.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mag-nananay!! kay,kara,chessy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/mag-asawa.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's me with my asawaness,, haha..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/karakayangge.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nag pose pa talaga kami..kara,kay,angge&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/groupnmen.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kunwari ginagawa namin ung group work for reading!haha..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/gatasera.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mga gatasera! iya,janica,kay&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/chessykarakay.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aii,, may sumingit sa likod,, joke lang jana..haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/7-4classroom.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ichura ng classroom nmen..haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orait,, i guess you guys already had ur fill of pictures of our banggagness..haha..[aiii,, new word? banggagness???] i'll be buzzing by some other time.. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-113747822196614560?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/113747822196614560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=113747822196614560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/113747822196614560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/113747822196614560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/01/whoa.html' title='&lt;p&gt;'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-113655503979887346</id><published>2006-01-06T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T13:51:53.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honestly,, I'm being the laziest person to be able to walk the face of the earth nowadays. I don't really want to move a muscle.. I even cancelled badminton... I mean,, I rarely do that. Badminton is practically my life,, so cancelling it means ignoring my other source of life! haha. &lt;br /&gt;I think,, the things I have to do are the things that are making me lazier than ever..I mean,, not only do we have the IP, the CLE Scrapbook and the AP Research thingy deadline coming up... I also have some extra stuff to do. Yes,, that's what I get for being a VP... I mean,, I have to write a letter to the parents regarding the expenses we're gonna make for the costume during the dance presentation. I also have to organize the AVP,, which means I have to sort out all the pictures, scan pictures, reformat diskettes, test discs from one laptop to another,, gosh. Actually,, it totally is stressing me out. Aside from the fact that I won't really be making the AVP,,[my mom hired a professional guy from ABS to make the whole audio-viual thingy... thank god...]&lt;br /&gt;Err,, hafta go.. I'm getting really bored and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;besides,, I'm actually tired... so,, ya.. I'll be posting again,, some other time.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-113655503979887346?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/113655503979887346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=113655503979887346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/113655503979887346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/113655503979887346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2006/01/honestly-im-being-laziest-person-to-be.html' title='&lt;p&gt;'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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-8731541.post-113575971279098531</id><published>2005-12-28T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T19:01:26.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had an awesome christmas... no words can really express how happy I was during our noche buena...haha. Even though my dad was kinda sick,, I still don't know why I was really happy. [I'm a daddy's girl,, whenever I see my dad sick or something, I automatically feel as bad..]But then again, I think it was the presence of my cute cousins that made the night seem endless and fun. [anyway,, thanks to all the people who gave me gifts...:D]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, without further ado...[and as promised with my previous post...] here are a bunch of pictures of me and my cousins...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/papaikay.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's my dad and my cousin...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/kayla.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmigosh,, kayla is just so cuutee...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/kayikay.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayla at ako,, pinapatulog ko siya nun..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/kalay.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayla.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/ikaymaco.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adorable. kayla and maco.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/ikaykay.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kami uli ni kayla&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/cj2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cj,, my first pamangkin... my second cousin,, ate cristy gave birth to her last dec.26...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v715/maeca/cj.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang laki ng cheeks ni cj...haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,, we're going to bicol tomorrow. we're gonna celebrate our new year in bicol. i'm sure that it's gonna be one heck of fun again.. but then again,, please do pray for us since we're gonna travel by car *groan* well,, at least.. i'll have an excuse to go buy a latte at starbucks along the expressway,,haha...:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,, hafta end this post.. i'm gettin kinda bored...haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8731541-113575971279098531?l=wapakk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/feeds/113575971279098531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8731541&amp;postID=113575971279098531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/113575971279098531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8731541/posts/default/113575971279098531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wapakk.blogspot.com/2005/12/had-awesome-christmas.html' title='&lt;p&gt;'/><author><name>maeca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17714985985183335528</uri><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></feed>
