<?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-8697369645253646204</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:25:41.304-07:00</updated><category term='realization'/><category term='test'/><category term='-_'/><category term='botany'/><category term='school'/><category term='rant'/><title type='text'>Lalalove</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-8360022465314895591</id><published>2010-07-02T07:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T07:21:51.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Today, I woke up early not because of class but because of something that I usually don't do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I woke up early because I want to be first in line as the doors of Forever 21 would open. Today's July 02, 2010 and finally Forever 21 opened it's doors to the Philippines. I am familiar with the brand as I have a cousin in the States that would send me her hand-me-downs bearing the said brand. Getting these pretty hand-me-downs lead me to browse their collections online. From accessories to shoes, they're definitely lust-worthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Jido and I agreed to meet in Megamall at 9. Why early you ask? Well, the first 250 people in line would be getting vouchers worth 200 pesos. Since there were the two of us that would mean 400. Jido was 30 mins late, but what the hell, we still got in anyway. We were the 70th and the 71st people to step on the tiles of Forever 21. I tell you, IT'S GINORMOUSLY HUGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Everything in the store made me giddy. I tried on dresses and the like, but as I looked into the mirror, I saw a fat girl trying on beautiful clothes. I felt sad, that the dresses don't suit me because I'm fat. Soooo, I turned to buying accessories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I got to buy 550 pesos worth of accessories but only paid 150 because of the vouchers I had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This day, made me motivate myself to lose atleast 15 pounds within the term so that I could buy my graduation dresses in Forever 21 and they would fit me perfectly. I have a photo of what I bought but I'm too lazy to post it here. Maybe, I'll post it some other time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-8360022465314895591?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8360022465314895591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=8360022465314895591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/8360022465314895591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/8360022465314895591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2010/07/forever-21.html' title='Forever 21'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-1828607120733694077</id><published>2010-06-30T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T05:58:44.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last term</title><content type='html'>Hello almost long forgotten blog. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long ago, I said to myself that I wouldn't be using this space anymore, but then again, I was stalling and googled Jido again and tadaaa~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently on my last term (hopefully) here in DLSU and as of the moment I am currently stalling, stalling from what you ask? SPEECOM, my public speaking class. I really don't like public speaking, it doesn't motivate me, and look at the result~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should get back to work. Lot's of things to do. XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till next time. I ever I remember you again. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-1828607120733694077?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1828607120733694077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=1828607120733694077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/1828607120733694077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/1828607120733694077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2010/06/last-term.html' title='Last term'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-7802871757176524839</id><published>2010-01-24T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T02:47:50.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAOSIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;SAOSIN CONCERT~ BEST CONCERT EVERRRRRRRRR~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT INTO A MOSH PIT&lt;br /&gt;MY LEGS AND TOES HURT LIKE HELL&lt;br /&gt;STOOD UP FOR 3 HOURS&lt;br /&gt;WAITED AND HOPED TO MEET THE BAND MEMBERS AND WE DID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS SUPER LUCKY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANUARY 22,2010 I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-7802871757176524839?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/7802871757176524839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=7802871757176524839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/7802871757176524839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/7802871757176524839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2010/01/saosin.html' title='SAOSIN'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-7428949745854560553</id><published>2010-01-07T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T23:32:32.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Bank Empty</title><content type='html'>negative, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave everything. I gave up everything. What do I get in return?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hate the fact that you tell your ex everything and keep everything from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before it's too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-7428949745854560553?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/7428949745854560553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=7428949745854560553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/7428949745854560553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/7428949745854560553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-bank-empty.html' title='Love Bank Empty'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-7964361629203385840</id><published>2009-12-26T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T08:13:42.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Gain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One thing that I hate and at the same time love is food. Yes, from the crispy pata to the buko pandan yes, I love devouring them but hate the regret and consequences after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been gaining weight and not doing anything about it. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so fat and ugly~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-7964361629203385840?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/7964361629203385840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=7964361629203385840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/7964361629203385840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/7964361629203385840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2009/12/weight-gain.html' title='Weight Gain'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-8316175012181672838</id><published>2009-12-23T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T05:59:56.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really  need a new hobby</title><content type='html'>I just got home from Jido's place. XD Today was Jill's birthday and I was surprised that my parents allowed me to go. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great food! :D I got to meet some family members to and it fells warm and cozy as well as awkward treating me like family hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need something to do. I'm becoming internet bored. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-8316175012181672838?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8316175012181672838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=8316175012181672838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/8316175012181672838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/8316175012181672838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-really-need-new-hobby.html' title='I really  need a new hobby'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-8399149638416812746</id><published>2009-12-22T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T06:08:43.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Firts</title><content type='html'>FIRST TIME FIRST HONOR DEAN'S LISTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGHEST LEVEL OF STRESS EXPERIENCED, HIGHEST GPA EVVVAAAAAARRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.625&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;DDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-8399149638416812746?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8399149638416812746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=8399149638416812746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/8399149638416812746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/8399149638416812746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-firts.html' title='First Firts'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-1875673384007658993</id><published>2009-12-19T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T22:54:16.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There would only be one thing on my wish list for this Christmas and tons of reasons  why I chose this item.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What I want for Christmas is a Time Machine. Yes, another unrealistic wish from me. Another unattainable wish for this Christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I  want a time machine because I want to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Go back to the times when I feel that I was most loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Compared this year from the last. I really felt warm and cozy all the time. Unlike this year which was the total opposite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I am nearing the end of my undergraduate degree, work gets very demanding and very time consuming. This year was a very sleepless year deadlines, quizzes, community service, journals, graded recitations, papers, reports, commuting, errands, traffic, orgchem ate up my year. Leaving very minimal time for the things that I love doing the most like playing facebook apps, talking to HS friends (which very much happened only through emails, im's, pm's and other online means), going out with and hanging out with friends and loved ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;School really deprived me from what I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's also been a rough year for me and Jido. I really don't know but I wasn't like this last year. Something changed or something was lost or something shouldn't be there. I really don't know but I really don't feel the warm and cozy feeling as much as last year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. I want to change instances that I felt embarrassed, out of place and that I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Falling just because I didn't see the last step of the stair and having someone know me to witness it, LRT fails, events that I  wasn't able to attend that turned out to be the most fun and exciting event of the year and it would be the talk of the town until the next event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have felt this way the whole year. Maybe because I chose to be distant to focus on things  that really mattered but it turned out that I might have made the wrong decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a lot of wrong decisions in the past years that have led me to regret somethings that have had happened this year. I might have met the wrong people,  been to the wrong places, have done the wrong things and would really want to straighten things up. But all I can do is look back and have regrets and wish for a better me next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Go back in time so that I could have been more prepared for almost everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cramming and procrastination and laziness might have been prevented if only I knew how things were going to be very demanding as well as difficult. And with the luck that I have, I also got sick during hell week and LaSallian Action Week and was absent for almost more than half of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That week I had tons of long exams that I had to make up for and extended my hell week and it became worse when Jido and I got into a fight. I know right~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the histciv instances that we just laughed about and unfortunately got a grade of 2.5 which was very unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think  of other reasons why I want a time machine, or I just have soooo many reasons that they're in my head, jumbled. HAHAHA Disorganized thoughts. and I am sleepy. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might take a nap and continue writing about this or I might end up talking about something else in my next post hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though no one really reads this, I feel better even I am just talking to myself this blogging may in a sense be cathartic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-1875673384007658993?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1875673384007658993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=1875673384007658993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/1875673384007658993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/1875673384007658993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishlist.html' title='Wishlist'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-4967298027067751464</id><published>2009-12-17T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T05:51:08.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Christmas Break~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello there! I've had said Hello to Christmas break a few days ago and this was the only time that I got to update this little space on the internet that I have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am bored and I am liking it. HAHAHAHA. I really miss this feeling, worrying about what to do the next day because you have so much time that you can't think of anything to do that would entertain you the whole day. HAHAHAHA. This is what I felt for the first few fridays of the PAST/CURRENT term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't able to visit/update or whatever because of academic related shiz but now I am temporarily free for the HOLIDAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots to write about and I don't know where to start. This might turn up to be a verrrryyyy long update given that I really don't want to type long stuff. But, anyway, Jido and I spent yesterday (our monthsary) mall-hopping looking for and canvasing for his shoes that I would be giving him as a VERY late Birthday and Christmas gift. We went to SM Megamall, TRINOMA, Gateway and Farmer's (?) XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really lazy today, I might make another entry of the whats and the hows of my term. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K thnx bye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-4967298027067751464?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/4967298027067751464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=4967298027067751464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/4967298027067751464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/4967298027067751464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-christmas-break.html' title='Hello Christmas Break~'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-2709429245282538765</id><published>2009-11-28T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T05:53:17.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because I'm Lazy~</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I'm just here because I  don't want to do anything academically related. YES! IKR~ and it's coming from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended this Buhay Med Talk yesterday, (friday) well, it opened my eyes to a lot of stuff. I thought that it would encourage me to pursue but it just made me think more about the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said that med could give you a financially comfortable, which what I really wanted because being filthy rich could lead to death threats and robbery. Hahaha. Anyway, the things that really bothered me was that one of the factors contributing to the mortality rate of med students was LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes~ They said that there are a lot of female medical students who drop out of med school because of love. Some students get pregnant making then incapable of continuing med school, others quit because their significant other can't wait for them for so long, others suffer failures in major subjects because of break-ups that would serve as a distraction to studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really  don't know if I can endure such challenges, and plus, I would be studying for another 20 years. And I really  don't know what to do. I really want to study medicine and I think I can but there are just somethings that should be taken into consideration. There's a lot of uncertainty going on. But in time I would have to resolve this dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched 500 days of summer with Taba~ I thought that it was a very good movie as people can't get over it but I just got disappointed. ORRRR maybe I wasn't paying attention to the movie and was distracted. HAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-2709429245282538765?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2709429245282538765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=2709429245282538765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/2709429245282538765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/2709429245282538765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-because-im-lazy.html' title='Just because I&apos;m Lazy~'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-8086564728441469482</id><published>2009-11-12T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T17:27:23.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday the 13 th</title><content type='html'>Good morning! Today is the day I do almost all of my paper works and start studying for my exams next week. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might help with the La Sallian action week preparation tomorrow if I finish the stuff that I have to do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make another proper blog entry when I  have the time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-8086564728441469482?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8086564728441469482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=8086564728441469482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/8086564728441469482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/8086564728441469482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2009/11/friday-13-th.html' title='friday the 13 th'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-5922737221167318015</id><published>2009-11-10T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T03:57:16.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest NEEDED</title><content type='html'>Every day seemed like hell as this term started. I would always wake up at 4:30 am and sleep by 12 or 1 am just to finish reading, yeah just reading no memorizing, stuff for long exams and the exams never end. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel tired,stressed and irritable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-5922737221167318015?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/5922737221167318015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=5922737221167318015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/5922737221167318015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/5922737221167318015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2009/11/rest-needed.html' title='Rest NEEDED'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-8726143574096329966</id><published>2009-11-09T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T16:29:07.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long forgotten</title><content type='html'>I haven't been blogging recently for I have embryology class which eats up 70% of my time. Though I became a total loser, I enjoy being one. Haha~  This would be my last biology class and I would like to get a very high grade. XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently at home and it's 8:30 am. Hooray for free cuts! No PSYCLIN today. XDD so yeah, but I'll be going to class in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just update if I get the chance to. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-8726143574096329966?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8726143574096329966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=8726143574096329966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/8726143574096329966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/8726143574096329966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-forgotten.html' title='Long forgotten'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-5337928733120876138</id><published>2009-09-11T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:04:15.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>During the term "break"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am really thankful for having survived this term. Why?, you ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEARPSY:Learning and Language of Psychology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir  RA was the prof, yes, he's the tall guy with the thick glasses. A very jolly fellow and easy to talk to and get a long with. I really enjoyed class discussions but not the essays. The dreaded EAs hahahaha. It always took me more than a day to do. I got low on the first one and average on the second one. But I was really surprised to be one of the highest in the hardest EA ever. (Yey me!) I got disappointed when I saw my grade in MLS though, I got a 2.5 while I was expecting a 3.0 or higher. Almost all of the people who's taking LEARPSY and urged me to go to the consultation to have my grades checked. And luckily, there was a mistake and I got a 3.0. I really didn't want to argue with the computation of my grades, it's not me. But people urged me to so I did and got a grade higher than 2.5. (Thank you, Wong, Mac and Jido)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSYCME2: Psychological Measurements 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSYCME2 with Sir Howard. This was my comfort zone. This was the class that I had no worries about. Sir Howard is the best at explaining stuff about psychological assessment. This was also the class that I learned how to take down notes fast. Since this class is a 1-hour-class with so many topics to tackle. Sir had to speed things up, so did the change in powepoint slides. Though the discussions were fast, sir never forgot to discuss one single detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir was always good at keeping out attention by using games and very entertaining examples for the topic. PSYCME2 with him is really fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LBYPSY2: Psychological Measurements Laboratory 2&lt;br /&gt;This class is with teacher Trina. Writing assessment for the people we watch in videos and assessing other people caught my attention. I really enjoyed this class especially as Ms. Trina as our instructor. Though answering psychological tests and intelligence tests was kind of dragging and tedious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSYORG2: Organic Chemistry 2 for Psychology Majors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@.@ All I can say is that I really got a well and hard earned 2.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LBYCH32: Organic Chemistry 2 Laboratory for Psychology Majors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Miss Lagua again! There were only 4 experiments for the whole term. This lab was the most hilarious lab ever, disappearing glasswares that never disappeared. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABPSYC: Abnormal Psychology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Sir Bob, the usual funny lectures with loads of reading. I never thought that we would read the whole book for it. It was the total opposite DEVPSYC last term. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HISTCIV: History of Civilizations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very funny subject. XDDD Chilling instead of worrying and worrying instead of chilling. XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited about next term~ I'll be classmates with JIDO TABAAAA~ hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday here I come~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIDO here's my wishlist hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunny Hoodie&lt;br /&gt;The blue bag&lt;br /&gt;Time Traveler's Wife&lt;br /&gt;Inkspell&lt;br /&gt;The cupcake book mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-5337928733120876138?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/5337928733120876138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=5337928733120876138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/5337928733120876138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/5337928733120876138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2009/09/during-term-break.html' title='During the term &quot;break&quot;'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-7843440367722926728</id><published>2009-07-11T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T08:20:29.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>No more updates because there's no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bummer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-7843440367722926728?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/7843440367722926728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=7843440367722926728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/7843440367722926728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/7843440367722926728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-819160464847523369</id><published>2009-06-24T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T07:04:00.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>intrimitida.</title><content type='html'>I am confuzzled. Yes, confused and puzzled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read something that I shouldn't have. It's really not me. But~ curiosity killed the cat. And now I am having doubts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I already had doubts  but it was ages ago when my gut told me so. But now that I have seen/read/learned about that something my gut went mute. Hence, confuzzled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-819160464847523369?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/819160464847523369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=819160464847523369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/819160464847523369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/819160464847523369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2009/06/intrimitida.html' title='intrimitida.'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-5957385349799251736</id><published>2009-06-09T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:00:54.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet bored</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday, classes got suspended for 10 days because of the flu thingie. I'm bored and haven't done anything productive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately,I have also been fond of playing farming games. Thanks to Harvest Moon and facebook i have been virtually productive in terms of farming. XD LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO SEE MY JIDO, RIGHT NAO~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-5957385349799251736?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/5957385349799251736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=5957385349799251736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/5957385349799251736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/5957385349799251736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2009/06/internet-bored.html' title='Internet bored'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-8461136062816748597</id><published>2009-05-17T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T05:05:29.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading FILIPSY articles and is resting for a while. Then, I shall start to read the stuff again. I'm really praying hard. I just want to pass. That's all. ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate myself for missing you so much. T-T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-8461136062816748597?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8461136062816748597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=8461136062816748597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/8461136062816748597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/8461136062816748597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2009/05/100th-post.html' title='100th post'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-704878218767614845</id><published>2009-05-16T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T07:57:46.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>99th post</title><content type='html'>Never felt so lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have to get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A not-so-happy 16th to the both of us. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-704878218767614845?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/704878218767614845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=704878218767614845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/704878218767614845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/704878218767614845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2009/05/99th-post.html' title='99th post'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-7497563989707335354</id><published>2009-05-13T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:08:49.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Sorry, I haven't been on lately. I'm too preoccupied with my other social network accounts and also busy with FILIPSY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that transcribing would be this hard. Transcribing a 30 minute conversation would take you what? 4 hours? D; hell. XD But atleast learned a new skill. I would really just hope that our efforts would give me at least a 1.0 on my course card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group went to baranggay sucat in muntinlupa to do our urban field work. We met pretty much, nice people and some freaky ones. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the urban field work, we were off to Silang, Cavite for the rural part of the work. We meet nice and good people. Very accommodating. And talk about tons of pineapples. XD You might say that this trip was somewhat kind of a vacation but no. It's not. D: Doing work in the morning, noon and afternoon then a lecture and additional transcription during the night up to the wee hours of dawn. Good thing the food was good. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like being away from home and from my Jido. Even if I'm with my classmates, something is really missing. My wouldn't be complete. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we only have a few days before summer class ends and regular term begins. XD I really hope that I could find a stronger motivation to study. I'm doing fine right now, but it would be better if things would go a little bit more smoother. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-7497563989707335354?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/7497563989707335354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=7497563989707335354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/7497563989707335354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/7497563989707335354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2009/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-4298931103492772697</id><published>2009-05-06T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T05:13:25.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JIDO</title><content type='html'>Here's a chance to see how well you really know your guy.&lt;br /&gt;Cut, paste and fill in the answers, then forward . . .&lt;br /&gt;Shoot, you know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;The real challenge is to send it to them to see how right you really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He's sitting in front of the TV, what is on the screen?&lt;br /&gt;ABS CBN game shows. XD News and stuff. Mostly he'll just sit in front of his laptop and watch youtube videos. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You're out to eat; what kind of dressing does he get on his salad?&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't like mayo. D; But he likes the tiger prawn platter thingie. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's one food he doesn't like?&lt;br /&gt;Raisins. DD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You go out to eat and have a drink. What does he order?&lt;br /&gt;Pag sa sbarro spinach and mushroom. Tapos pag sa jollibee, jolly spaghetti and large fries usually water pero minsan softdrinks. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Where did he go to high school?&lt;br /&gt;Don Bosco. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What's his shoe size?&lt;br /&gt;DDD; 10? 11? XDD I DON'T KNOW~ SORRY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he was to collect anything, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Wala pero meron ata. XDDDDD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is his favorite type of sandwich?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;Di ko pa siya narinig na magsabi ng gusto niyang sandwich pero nagrereklamo siya pag sandwich ung merienda sa office. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What would this person eat every day if he could?&lt;br /&gt;Pizza~ Creamy spinach and mushroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is his favorite cereal?&lt;br /&gt;Honey stars na may strawberry? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What would he never wear?&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know 'cause he can wear girl clothes and it would still fit him. But I think he said that he doesn't like loose clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is his favorite sports team?&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix Suns ata. XD I really don't know. I don't know anything about sports~ DD; (Sorry, me = major loser)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who did he vote for?&lt;br /&gt;People he know. And he didn't vote his classmate who opens the classroom lights. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who is his best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Madami eh~ His ex, then Yves (sp?) he also has a psycho bestfriend. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is something you do that he wishes you wouldn't do?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Madami, I'm a bad girlfriend. T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is his heritage?&lt;br /&gt;Filipino~&lt;br /&gt;He's a die hard patriot. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. You bake him a cake for his birthday; what kind of cake?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... I'll bake him a.... hmmmm... he made me an oreo cheesecake for my birthday. XDD basta no spoilers puhlease. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Did he play sports in college?&lt;br /&gt;He was an Ex football player. He played when he was in gradeschool but know he just plays basketball during the LSPO sportsfest. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What could he spend hours doing?&lt;br /&gt;Sleep, play RC, go online and spend time with me~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is one unique talent he has?&lt;br /&gt;Jido~ talent daw oh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made me fall in love. ^^ and oh~ when were still starting as a couple he makes my heart jump whenever he kisses me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I got some of the details wrong. D; I hope that you'll  still love me despite of it. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-4298931103492772697?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/4298931103492772697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=4298931103492772697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/4298931103492772697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/4298931103492772697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2009/05/jido.html' title='JIDO'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-1903022287099095556</id><published>2009-04-22T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T06:25:56.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We meet again. ;D</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been updating much. Well, you know the drill. Okay, not really. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I haven't been visiting my blog, it's not that I don't hsve the time but I just forgot about this little internet space that I took long long ago. Now that Hell term is over I remembered. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why I forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL TERM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might notice that every term, I always mutter the phrase "this term is the worst term evaaarrrr~". But now I really mean it. Why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LBYPHYD&lt;br /&gt;The open lab system is very convenient because you can take advanced lab classes or get into a class wherein the prof is pretty much favorable to you. But the thing is you'll original prof will always be the one to right on that white card you always get at the end of the term. After all of the line of 9 grades that I got from the experiments and shiz I only got an effin' 2.0 with is equivalent to 72-80ish for a grade. DD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOCIPSY&lt;br /&gt;I was yawning the whole time not just because it's siesta time but also the room can get too cold that it would be more conducive to sleep than to listen. We don't have reference materials that would fit to the discussions and the library, though the library holds a lot of social psychology books, it doesn't carry a single book that would capture the scope of our syllabus. Plus, it's too tedious to look for multiple references and might end up discarding the whole bunch because it won't fit with the lectures. Papers and uberly long exams and a presentation were the only bases of the grades soo might as well be thankful that it is a non-zero number grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSYORG1&lt;br /&gt;anfigvgbawiovjlaksvmiaebveogvlmkaibv&lt;br /&gt; a maklebfolbwan oa bmjnoiafkwelfepewob njikmnkb aweokbv, bjb jweakgboblma&lt;br /&gt;16 casualties and an effin' 1.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poupee girl&lt;br /&gt;A site that Jido told me. I got into it that I forgot writing stuff here. Dooo cute. MOAR RIBBONZ PLZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook&lt;br /&gt;Restaurant City~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just thankful that I survived this heck of a term, barely survived. I'm really going to arm/equip myself for the 1st term war. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-1903022287099095556?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1903022287099095556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=1903022287099095556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/1903022287099095556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/1903022287099095556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-meet-again-d.html' title='We meet again. ;D'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-411278000603917390</id><published>2009-02-08T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T06:28:07.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid</title><content type='html'>I've been not Hannah lately. No rainbow. No  presence of mind. Stupidity. Forgetfulness. Laziness. Sick. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll start being my self starting tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should also start taking Mark's advice. XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please blog about the quiz-fest week. See planner for details. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-411278000603917390?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/411278000603917390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=411278000603917390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/411278000603917390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/411278000603917390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2009/02/stupid.html' title='Stupid'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-7558337915402857014</id><published>2009-01-15T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T04:15:26.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I never felt less loved.</title><content type='html'>I might be paranoid or just plain stupid but I really feel DDDD; I really don't know if I'm just becoming numb or there's something that I should rather not know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are just getting colder and colder and it's not only the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know why I can't stop crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-7558337915402857014?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/7558337915402857014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=7558337915402857014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/7558337915402857014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/7558337915402857014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-never-felt-less-loved.html' title='I never felt less loved.'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-5466976293305087015</id><published>2009-01-02T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T03:52:42.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello 2 00 9...</title><content type='html'>Last year, I didn't have anything to say about the "new year" celebration we had. Maybe because I just slept through it or something not-so-pleasant happened that I repressed or whatever. It was just plain B-O-R-I-N-G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this New Year's celebration was not different. It was just boring. I kind of celebrated with the most annoying cousin in the world, but at least I had someone who's barely awake to "celebrate" with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;Debut Year..&lt;br /&gt;I was invited to a lot of parties. I attended some of them and turned down most of the invites for various reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning, that this year meant to a lot of people who reached legal age but not for me. Being 18 just made me more miserable than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/3 of Sophomore-year Year&lt;br /&gt;Not being academically achieving during my freshman year, made me realize that my hard work won't get any certificate during EAF "distribution". And to think that studies aren't getting easier and chemistry spells cheMISERY and to think that it's one of my ultimate weaknesses plus majors are up inline. I really didn't know what happened, but I got a certificate during the last EAF "distribution" and will get another one in the next. ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy Year&lt;br /&gt;During the whole year, I've been with most of the boys in our block. Considering that the male species in our block is slowly deteriorating, I ended up being with 4 of them then 3. Plus the boys from the other block came in the picture. Some girls might think that this very unlikely occurrence would be a dream come true. Well, sorry to burst your bubble but it's very annoying and very excruciatingly uncensored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book Year&lt;br /&gt;This was the year that my book list became exasperatingly long. And this was the year that I got and bought a lot of books. And I'm not talking about school books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow Year&lt;br /&gt;I became more in touch with my inner rainbow. Sounds retarded right? And sooo? I don't care. Hahaha. Anyway, you'll know why when you read the awfully long part of this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RED- My favorite, and is always on top of the rainbow. This year has been an energy-filled year. I became more active in stuff that I was supposed to do and became more passionate with the stuff I'm into. ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, there's always to sides of the coin. Despite the charge of energy, energy draining events occurred. Fights, misunderstandings, paranoia and stuff like that happened. But it wouldn't be called life in their absence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORANGE- Moderation. Too much of everything might hurt us ehh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YELLOW- Been addicted/attracted to yellow the whole year. I was really happy the past year. Cheerful as I am, I became more happy than before. Maybe because I have imps for siblings, Psychos for block mates, Angels with horns for friends, and an Emo Boy for a boyfriend. ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREEN- Do I have to write something here? It screams for itself. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLUE- I only had a bit of this during panic attacks but I was really thankful for Trish teaching me how to breathe. It really made my year a slightly calm one. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDIGO- There are things better left unsaid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Yesterday is history, the future is a mystery but today is a gift, that's why it's called the present."&lt;br /&gt;-Oogway, Kung Fu Panda (2008)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIOLET- I really wanted to be royalty, but I know that it can never be. But this year I really felt special like royalty. May not be special to everyone but I maybe at least to someone. I hope. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year! I hope I'll get more of what I had last year.&lt;br /&gt;2008 is a year worth remembering. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-5466976293305087015?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/5466976293305087015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=5466976293305087015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/5466976293305087015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/5466976293305087015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-2-00-9.html' title='Hello 2 00 9...'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-8974233429702227747</id><published>2008-12-28T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T01:47:25.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when clarisse tagged me..</title><content type='html'>1. When was the last time you saw the person who absolutely takes your breath away?&lt;br /&gt;- 10 days ago. D;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you waiting for something/someone?&lt;br /&gt;- not really.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3. Last friendster message you received from?&lt;br /&gt;- Kuya Junee.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4. Does anyone hate you?&lt;br /&gt;- Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever read an entire book in one day?&lt;br /&gt;- Uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?&lt;br /&gt;- Not everyone.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you a jealous person?&lt;br /&gt;- Most likely.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you get 8 hours of sleep everyday?&lt;br /&gt;- During this term break, more than. XD&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you hate the last girl you had a conversation with?&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;10. What are you going to do after this?&lt;br /&gt;- Dunno, do something with photoshop? XD&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;11. How’s the weather today?&lt;br /&gt;- Dreary and cold.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 months from now? Why?&lt;br /&gt;- I am already in one. D;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;13. When’s the next time you’ll see your closest friend?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;14. What were you doing this morning at 7am?&lt;br /&gt;- About to go to mass. XD&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;15. What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;- Elevator. XD&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;16. Is there anything that you are craving right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmmmm... someone's hug. XD&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you need to be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;- cleaning. XD&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;19. Who do you hate?&lt;br /&gt;- Uhmmmmm.. I can't answer that here. XD&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you think you’re a serious person?&lt;br /&gt;- I think so. XD&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;21. What was the last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;- My saliva. XD&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;22. What are you going to do tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;- I will go to the bank. XD&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;23. How have you felt today?&lt;br /&gt;- Lonely. :((&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;24. What were you doing at 8:00 this morning?&lt;br /&gt;- walking home. XD&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;25. What was the last thing that made you laugh really hard?&lt;br /&gt;- hmmmm... I forgot, it has something to do with my cousins. XD&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you tell your best friend EVERYTHING?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, I do. XD&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;27. What were you doing at noon yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmmm... I was reading GG or watching Grey's. XD&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;28. Are you gonna be home alone tonight?&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;29. Who/What made you upset yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmmmmm.... I can answer both, but I would be a long and shallow story.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you sing in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;- Sometimes, when I feel like it. XD&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you know somebody who has the same birthday as yours?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, Sheena! ;D&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you trust all of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;- Yup, I wouldn't call one a friend if I don't trust them.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;33. What color are your bedroom walls?&lt;br /&gt;- Plain, old, boring white. D;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;34. Anything you wish you could tell someone but can’t?&lt;br /&gt;- Uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;35. What other names did your parents consider for you?&lt;br /&gt;- I really don't know. XD&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;36. Did you ever get kid’s meals from McDonald’s just for the toys?&lt;br /&gt;- Uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;37. Who was the last person you went on a walk with?&lt;br /&gt;- My mom, and my sister...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;38. What is(are) your favorite color(s)?&lt;br /&gt;- rainbow and everything in between&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;39. Who was the first person you talked to today?&lt;br /&gt;- Pio. XD &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;40. What time did you sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;- I forgot. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'm bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-8974233429702227747?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8974233429702227747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=8974233429702227747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/8974233429702227747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/8974233429702227747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-clarisse-tagged-me.html' title='when clarisse tagged me..'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-9199238756129469443</id><published>2008-12-27T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T04:33:23.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grabbed from Janine. ;D</title><content type='html'>Stayed single almost the whole year?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Done something you've regretted?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost someone?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut class?&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were involved in something you'll never forget?&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited a different country?&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly, but no. D; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooked a gross meal?&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost something important to you?&lt;br /&gt;Ung 2k koooooo.. T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a gift you adore?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came close to losing your life?&lt;br /&gt;Uhmm, kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a party?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read a great book?&lt;br /&gt;Yep, Inkheart and the rest of the GG sequel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw one of your favorite bands/artists live?&lt;br /&gt;No. DDD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008: Friends and Enemies&lt;br /&gt;Did you meet any new friends this year?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you dislike anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I'm a meanie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you grow apart from anyone?&lt;br /&gt;I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any regrets when it comes to your friendships?&lt;br /&gt;None at all. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008: Your BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a cake?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a party?&lt;br /&gt;Kinda. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008: All about YOU:&lt;br /&gt;Did you change at all this year?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you change your style?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno. XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you in school?&lt;br /&gt;Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you get good grades?&lt;br /&gt;I guess so. I got DL again. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you drive?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you own a car?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;br /&gt;Yup. A lot of them did. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you move at all?&lt;br /&gt;move? ish living not dead. D; is terribly sick but not dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you go on any vacations?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. I think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you change anything about yourself now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a lot I might say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 WRAP UP:&lt;br /&gt;Was 2008 a good year?&lt;br /&gt;Half and half. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 2009 will be better then 2008?&lt;br /&gt;I hope so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-9199238756129469443?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/9199238756129469443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=9199238756129469443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/9199238756129469443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/9199238756129469443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/12/grabbed-from-janine-d.html' title='Grabbed from Janine. ;D'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-1087907929899791919</id><published>2008-12-26T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T18:12:02.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you're bored...</title><content type='html'>It's has been the worst Christmas vacation for me, but what the heck, there's always a first. Anyway, I've been drowning myself with books. Reading book after book after book. Entertaining myself with medical dramas and heard a line from Grey's Anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Don't wonder why people go crazy, wonder why we don't. &lt;br /&gt;-Meredith Grey&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are really crazy. Doing things without really thinking. Dreaming dreams that are impossible to achieve but then again hope for it. Believing in delusions and shiz. Wanting to live in fantasies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I am one of those people. Call me crazy. I am. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really don't need psychology after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-1087907929899791919?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1087907929899791919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=1087907929899791919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/1087907929899791919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/1087907929899791919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-youre-bored.html' title='When you&apos;re bored...'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-703529122599144065</id><published>2008-12-24T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T00:40:48.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Badeeeeng ;D</title><content type='html'>The rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any questions they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves. Tag 8 people. Those who are tagged cannot refuse. You cannot tag the person who tagged you. Continue this game by sending this to 8 other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What would make your day better?&lt;br /&gt;Jido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. At what age do/did you wish to marry?&lt;br /&gt;26? Dunno, when I'm ready I guess. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's your all time favorite song?&lt;br /&gt;The list could go on and on and on and on.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's your most recent regret?&lt;br /&gt;Uhmmmm... Un basta un.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Answering this meme.. XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Is there someone you're thinking of right now? Who?&lt;br /&gt;Jidooooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When you encounter a sad moment, what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;Think of happy thoughts. XD It sounds weird and dorky but it's what I really do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you win $1 million, what will you do with it?&lt;br /&gt;I will use it. YEZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you think you're crazy? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, because I think so. ^_________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How do you cope with boredom?&lt;br /&gt;I SLEEP, or watch TV shows or READ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Is there someone you love who have hurt you in any way? Who?&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, it's not just someone... mga someonessssss.. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you miss someone? Who?&lt;br /&gt;YES. JIDO and my friendssssssss... D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you have one wish, what would you wish for?&lt;br /&gt;to get what I want and not regretting it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Given a chance to make someone love you, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;He already does... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you believe that dreams do come true? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, because some of my "dreams" already did come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What would you do if your answer in #15 read this?&lt;br /&gt;Uhmmmmm, act normal? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you look forward to in 2009?&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What song would you like to be played at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;Uh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Think of a person right now. What would you like to tell him or her that you possibly know you cannot?&lt;br /&gt;I really really hate you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Why is life so important to you?&lt;br /&gt;why is it not important, huh???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to tag anyone, if you have read this and don't have anything better to do. Answer the shiz, mmm'kay. Thanks! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry X'mas, Loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-703529122599144065?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/703529122599144065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=703529122599144065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/703529122599144065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/703529122599144065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagged-by-badeeeeng-d.html' title='Tagged by Badeeeeng ;D'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-3812707877712393714</id><published>2008-12-21T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T08:09:10.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you wish upon a star...</title><content type='html'>I've been bumming the whole day, aside from the occasional errand, yes, I've been bumming the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading since yesterday, been reading Inkheart and I'm half way through. I never thought that book can be found in the young readers section, it's  just too sad.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of sad, I've found interest in tragic love stories, fairy tales that in the first place wasn't really a colorful one, stories of hopefuls that really has nothing to hope for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to have the life of the Disney princesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A magnificent castle.&lt;br /&gt;A whole town/country/city kissing your feet.&lt;br /&gt;A family so protective yet very understanding.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyable lessons that I never thought ever existed.&lt;br /&gt;Friends who will ever be so loyal.&lt;br /&gt;A knight in shining armor that will forever be at your side promised to adore you for all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, a happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this kind of life only existed in the minds of those who really hoped for something, because, as I have learned reality is really the total opposite of happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one lives in a castle anymore (Unless, you're a blue blood and would risk having hemophilia).&lt;br /&gt;A whole town/city/country wouldn't care about your mere existence.&lt;br /&gt;A family can be very protective but don't understand you at all.&lt;br /&gt;Lessons in the real world are NOT fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;Friends can be your worst enemies.&lt;br /&gt;If there existed a so called "a knight in shining armor" then why are there separated couples then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is happily ever after real??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad endings may be as good as happily ever afters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what's in store for me. It maybe a tragic ending or a somewhere over the rainbow ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am hoping that in this start of my fairy tale that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have shelter, it might not be a castle but I'll be proud to call it my sanctuary..&lt;br /&gt;Lessons that might cause headaches and anxiety but may bring contentment and relief..&lt;br /&gt;Friends that might be not-so-perfect but will always be at your side..&lt;br /&gt;A family that may not be of royalty but will always your home..&lt;br /&gt;A prince that may not be in a suit of armor but will always be perfect in my eyes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not have forever but I have a life time. It might not end as happily as Cinderella or as Snow White but as of now I can call it my happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to be in place except for the last one... Like Snow White I've sung "someday my prince will come..." a lot of times but I never really met someone who stayed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that this prince who bumped into me isn't just an accident, but the right one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never been soooo happy. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-3812707877712393714?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/3812707877712393714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=3812707877712393714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/3812707877712393714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/3812707877712393714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-you-wish-upon-star.html' title='When you wish upon a star...'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-3594705858934661165</id><published>2008-12-20T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T19:29:24.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss writing.</title><content type='html'>There's a been a lot of stuff and ideas in my head that I can't seem to word out. I really miss writing. I miss deadlines, I miss editing, I miss chasing people for their articles, I miss being the boss, I miss the headaches, the sleepless nights, the pressure and all. You might think that I'm crazy, maybe I am, but I really I miss writing. Or maybe I just have a lot of time in my hands that's why I've been craving for something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss school too. I'm so glad that I still have a lot of books that I could read. But In due time, I'll run out something to read. XD Might as well save up. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to blog something about vanity being a sin, but since my best friend needs something for her school paper in the opinions section might as well start writing it in a formal way, right? ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-3594705858934661165?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/3594705858934661165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=3594705858934661165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/3594705858934661165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/3594705858934661165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-miss-writing.html' title='I miss writing.'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-6204259471147647557</id><published>2008-12-18T15:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:18:54.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so happy term end</title><content type='html'>During the past week, a lot has happened. I really didn't have the heart to study for the finals. Thinking that I only have two and it would all end on a friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Chem lec killed me and so did chem lab. D; When it was all over (I didn't feel that it was), I didn't get to go home with my emo boy that night and I felt that something is really uh, yeah. I didn't felt well either. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to rest when I got home and also during the oh-so-boring weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was monday;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was to meet Jido in pureza and go to his place. We watched Enchanted and Definitely Maybe. We also did a lot of camwhoring. And I made a wallpaper out of the pictures. I really had fun! ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 16th;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy month 5th monthsary, emo boy! ;D Jido, Nina, Wong, Marco and I met up in school  and decided to take the cab to Greenbelt. We thought that everyone was already there because we were running late but to our surprise we were the first ones there. Then came Joe and introduced us to Gab. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became broke after hanging out in redbox but it was all worth it I had fun. XD Jido didn't sing. Ang daya talaga... D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and  there was tomorrow;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tin and the others went to our house to hangout. We did the usual kwentos, eating, and more eating. XD I really missed you guys. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the day we all have been dreading for;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COURSE CARD DAY&lt;br /&gt;I wont be saying details but I really didn't feel happy at all. Even though I reached  the DL grade I really didn't feel it because of other reasons. D; And this is the last school day that I would be seeing my emo boy. T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the copy of Inkheart. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? It may seem that things might not be going the way they should be but ever since I got to know you and ever since we came to be everything seemed fine, everything seemed to go the way I planned or the way it should be. Even though there were times that I really didn't know what to do just the mere thought of you made me smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the best Christmas gift I ever received.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-6204259471147647557?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6204259471147647557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=6204259471147647557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/6204259471147647557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/6204259471147647557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-so-happy-term-end.html' title='Not so happy term end'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-5070990657717677395</id><published>2008-12-12T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T19:32:46.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals is finally over</title><content type='html'>Yeah, no more worries... NOT! still have course cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's making their wish lists, I'll make one kasi gaya gaya ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello kitty phone strap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Inkheart&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One big hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Yellow opaque tights&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new watch&lt;br /&gt;Candy Land ice cream from Nestle Creamery&lt;br /&gt;A new set of oil pastels&lt;br /&gt;A new jacket/hoodie&lt;br /&gt;A monster shirt&lt;br /&gt;The Face Shop's &lt;strike&gt;nail nutrition coat&lt;/strike&gt; and nail strengthener and the nail polish that has star glitters.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't feeling greedy this Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-5070990657717677395?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/5070990657717677395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=5070990657717677395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/5070990657717677395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/5070990657717677395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/12/finals-is-finally-over.html' title='Finals is finally over'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-2719740788971061908</id><published>2008-12-09T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:36:11.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>loving you even more...</title><content type='html'>is missing you right this very moment. You might be answering your stat exam right now, and I'm just stalling again ( I'm 1/2 done with my theoper paper, Yey!). I really wish you good luck. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know what? you're an expert in making my heart melt. &lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;• What is the best thing about 16?&lt;br /&gt;- EVERYTHING! literally everything! that is why i'm so inlove with her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you do makes me love you even more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kiss*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-2719740788971061908?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2719740788971061908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=2719740788971061908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/2719740788971061908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/2719740788971061908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/12/loving-you-even-more.html' title='loving you even more...'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-7036551637604787570</id><published>2008-12-09T04:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:22:57.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an hour of sleep...</title><content type='html'>My started with the usual routine that my alarm forgot to wake me up, rushing to the bathroom, getting dressed and end up realizing that I forgot, yet again to eat breakfast while staring at the "oh-so-beautiful" sceneries you see when you ride the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSYCHM2;; Is sir mad at us? Why was the test sooooo hard? D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LBYPSYB;; I didn't get to finish the belly fat part of our report. D; But I think we got a good grade. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMALIT;; 4.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home, slept for an hour and surprisingly, I felt refreshed. I didn't feel as sickly as I was this morning. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-7036551637604787570?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/7036551637604787570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=7036551637604787570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/7036551637604787570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/7036551637604787570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-hour-of-sleep.html' title='Just an hour of sleep...'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-5219664408015722619</id><published>2008-12-07T20:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T20:43:57.691-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realization'/><title type='text'>It's really annoying</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been using Friendster for quite sometime now and  I still can't figure out what the bulletin board is for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, yeah, I know it is for announcements and events and stuff. But why do people  post something personal there? Posting surveys and other questionnaires are fine and tolerable (flooding them is unforgivable) but to broadcast to your social network that your sad because of something or that you're pissed because of your own stupidity is just... ugh... annoying and pathetic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one really cares about your stupidity, some bored people might be. But in any "normal" case no one would really care and people would just think that you have ADD or something. Well, I don't care and I really do think those people are attention seeking leeches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post my personal shiz and junk in a blog. At least, you have an outlet and people close to like friends can read it without annoying other people. Or you can just tell people how you feel (but then again they might get annoyed of your ranting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People should learn where to post the stuff that they want to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I'm just stalling and is annoyed at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-5219664408015722619?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/5219664408015722619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=5219664408015722619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/5219664408015722619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/5219664408015722619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/12/it.html' title='It&apos;s really annoying'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-7788769963683290931</id><published>2008-12-07T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T06:07:51.666-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Is currently experiencing HELL</title><content type='html'>Hi there long forgotten blog. Sorry I haven't been updating you, I've been through and is still in hell. What do you mean by hell you ask? Let me tell you one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick, really sick and finals week is just hours away and I'm stalling.&lt;br /&gt;I have an oral exam about a book that doesn't interest me at all and I already forgot what it is about.&lt;br /&gt;I have a "seminar" class that we're going to conduct and it's worth 15% of our grade and I really need it badly. But guess what?! We're still not yet done! Yey!&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I have a chem exam that most likely I'll fail because I don't understand a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of this shiz is going to happen on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's more. I have my chemistry finals on friday both lecture and lab. Joy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No chances of being a Dean's Lister this term. I just want to pass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot more to blog about but I really can't afford to stall today even if I still have tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Marie and Marco! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-7788769963683290931?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/7788769963683290931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=7788769963683290931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/7788769963683290931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/7788769963683290931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-currently-experiencing-hell.html' title='Is currently experiencing HELL'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-2102756236230240566</id><published>2008-11-29T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T06:26:53.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SECURED</title><content type='html'>I haven't been updating lately. I just don't have the time to make lengthy blog entries that is my I resorted to make updates in my twitter account (follow me?).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to put in this entry. A lot has happened during this term and I don't think that I could write everything here. And with all that has happened, I learned a lot of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAPJA;; I really thank Sir Kintanar for making me realize a lot of stuff. Stuff that confuzzled me. XD I wish you the best of luck in your thesis, Sir! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-2102756236230240566?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2102756236230240566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=2102756236230240566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/2102756236230240566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/2102756236230240566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/11/secured.html' title='SECURED'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-1673320663044167903</id><published>2008-11-27T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T06:49:41.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAD</title><content type='html'>Dear DEADBlog;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I haven't updated you. Promise in due time I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-HANArawr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-1673320663044167903?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1673320663044167903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=1673320663044167903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/1673320663044167903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/1673320663044167903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/11/dead.html' title='DEAD'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-9021758121712472496</id><published>2008-10-31T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T05:08:34.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were a disney princess, I would be MULAN</title><content type='html'>Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;[ ] One of your parents is dead&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are expected to do a lot of chores&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You love to dress up&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You love animals&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are waiting patiently for your Prince Charming (I did and I already found him)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your mom is really strict&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have sisters who seem kind of jealous of you&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’re afraid to speak your mind sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have left your shoes at a friend’s house before&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have blonde hair&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 5&lt;br /&gt;Belle:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’ve kissed someone your friends didn’t like&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’ve been lost in the forest&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love to read&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are not shy at all, and not afraid to speak your mind&lt;br /&gt;[x] One of your family members is a bit weird&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have done volunteer work&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a wild imagination&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love to take care of people in need&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’ve had guys like you only because they think you’re pretty&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’ve rejected at least one person when they’ve asked you out&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your dad is very rich/important&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are very clever&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’ve been with someone way different from you&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’re unique and different from everyone else&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’d never marry someone just because they were rich&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have set a lot of goals for yourself&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You don’t have a lot of friends&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’re independent&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are wealthy&lt;br /&gt;[x]Your parents try to control your life&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents expect a lot from you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You really try to follow the rules, but it’s hard for you&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You’re a bit of a trouble maker&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’re the youngest in your family or in the last 2&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a lot of sisters (3 or more)&lt;br /&gt;[x] you collect something&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have/had long, hair&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have/had a pet fish&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’re extremely curious&lt;br /&gt;[x] You believe everything people tell you/you’re a bit gullible&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow White;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know that you’re beautiful&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sometimes it seems like your mom is jealous of you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’ve almost been killed&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have at least seven good friends&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’ve had food poisoning&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have/had short hair&lt;br /&gt;[x] You get along with almost everyone&lt;br /&gt;[x] All of your friends are different&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love to have a good time&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’re happier when you’re out of the house than in&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulan;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can be a tomboy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] People wish you could be a bit more girly&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’ve pretended to be someone you’re not&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’ve had a physical fight with someone&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have/had considered running away from home&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents try to plan your life out&lt;br /&gt;[x] a lot of your friends are boys&lt;br /&gt;[x] You sometimes find yourself in bad situations&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love your family so much that you’d do anything to protect them&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aurora;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You live/have lived with someone other than your parents&lt;br /&gt;[x] You almost died at a very young age&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are gentle, loving, and/or thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a decent singing voice&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like to sleep in late on the weekends&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You spend most of your time outside&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’re adopted&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’re very romantic&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pink is one of your favorite colors&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pocahontas;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love to walk around and explore big cities&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are more spiritual than religious&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’ve been in an interracial relationship&lt;br /&gt;[x] One of your family members is dead (mum, dad, sister, brother, grandma, grandpa)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents are very protective of you&lt;br /&gt;[x] Someone you know has been in war&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love nature&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have/had black hair&lt;br /&gt;[x] You would love to move somewhere exotic and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’re very adventurous&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the princess’s name that you got the most in and repost…if you have more than 1, play eeny meany myny moe with them until you get an answer and…&lt;br /&gt;Repost this as, If I were a Disney Princess, I’d be _____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D; And people say that I look like her. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-9021758121712472496?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/9021758121712472496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=9021758121712472496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/9021758121712472496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/9021758121712472496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-i-were-disney-princess-i-would-be.html' title='If I were a disney princess, I would be MULAN'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-5093866566094427027</id><published>2008-10-23T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T08:06:05.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got this from Gan</title><content type='html'>1. Dont hug her friends or your friends that are girls cause she'll feel left out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hold her hand at any moment . . . even if its just for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hug her from behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Leave her voice messages to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Wrestle with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't go hang out with you ex when shes not with you, you might not realize how badly it hurts her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you're talking to another girl, when you're done talking, walk over and&lt;br /&gt;hug her and kiss her.... let her know she's yours and they aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Write her notes or call her just to say "hi"..and not just at night after you've already been out with other girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Introduce her to your friends . . . as your girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Play with her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Pick her up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Get upset if another guy touches her and she doesn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Make her laugh, if you can make her laugh, you can make her do&lt;br /&gt;anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Let her fall asleep in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If she's mad at you, kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you care about her, then tell her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Every guy should give their girl 3 things: a stuffed animal(she'll hug it every time she goes to sleep), jewelry (she'll treasure it forever), and one of his t-shirts (she'll most likely wear it to bed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Treat her the same around your friends as you do when you're alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Look her in the eyes and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Hang out with her on weekends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Kiss her in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Kiss her just for the heck of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. If your listening to music, let her listen too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Remember her birthday and get her something, even if&lt;br /&gt;its simple and inexpensive, it came from YOU. it means all the world to HER. it's the thought that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. When she gives you a present on your birthday, Christmas, or just whenever, take it and tell her you love it, even if you don't (it'll make her happy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Always call her when you say you will, it may not seem like it, but it does hurt her and makes her think you don't care so call even if you can only talk for a minute. Girls don't necessarily have to have hour-long conversations every night but its nice for us to hear your voice even for a quick hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Give her what she wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Recognize the small things . . . they usually mean the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Tell her shes beautiful, she needs to know her striving is working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Hang out with her whenever you are free and u should be free to hang&lt;br /&gt;with your girl friend all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. If u care about her...SHOW her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I really don't agree with most of the stuff stated above. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one really knows where his/her right place in this world would be, but wouldn't it be nice if my perfect place in this world would be right beside you?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-5093866566094427027?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/5093866566094427027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=5093866566094427027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/5093866566094427027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/5093866566094427027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/10/got-this-from-gan.html' title='Got this from Gan'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-5324503169309019667</id><published>2008-10-11T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T21:23:39.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somethings are better left unsaid.</title><content type='html'>It's hard to utter the words I LOVE YOU when you really mean I HATE YOU or vice versa. Why is this so? This just proves that some things are better left unsaid. Though when you can't say it, it's hard to keep it all to yourself. In time you'll just burst, release all the tension, the pressure, the emotion and at times, all you can do is cry. But then realizing that tears wouldn't be the answer to your dilemma. You'll just find yourself lost in the sea of confusion, unaware of what would happen next, and you'll just let the waves of anarchy bring you to the middle of nowhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**RANDOM THOUGHT sorry for the crap. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been updating this shiz. Sorry, things are just piling up. T-T School work and stuff, well, you know the drill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need inspiration like, NAO. I haven't been motivated enough to what is due. *head desk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also feel distant from everyone. I don't know why. It's better that I don't know, 'cause what I know won't hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-5324503169309019667?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/5324503169309019667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=5324503169309019667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/5324503169309019667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/5324503169309019667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/10/somethings-are-better-left-unsaid.html' title='Somethings are better left unsaid.'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-3043906732331379953</id><published>2008-09-30T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T18:32:14.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The past is long gone. But history can also repeat itself</title><content type='html'>It's the first of October, no classes and it's raining. Perfect. ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second term as a sophomore is just like any ordinary term. But I have to say that I'm pretty much enjoying this term. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEOPER- I was really happy to see Laine Chua-Garcia on the first day. I really wanted her to be my prof. But, on the second day, we saw Sir Ron. XD Nagsasawa na ako sakanya. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIOLPSY- D; Just, thanks for the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LBYCHO9- Pre lab journals again. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSYCHM2- I never thought that Chemistry would be fun, especially when you're professor really teaches engineering students. I never thought that I would absorb the lesson all in one go, especially when you're professor really teaches engineering students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LBYPSYB- another psychology lab class, but I love this class. All we do is poke brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMALIT- The readings are very interesting. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASARE2- ANG GANDA MO TALAGA, JL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the not-so-rainbow part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of questions bothering me these past weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Could it really be possible that you could be friends with you're ex even though you just broke up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Could your friendship go up another level? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Is there such a thing as a happily ever after?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How can you trust someone without really trusting them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Why is that every time someone apologizes to me, I feel that I'm the one at fault?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry ang emo. D;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-3043906732331379953?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/3043906732331379953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=3043906732331379953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/3043906732331379953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/3043906732331379953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/09/past-is-long-gone-but-history-can-also.html' title='The past is long gone. But history can also repeat itself'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-973280333952472949</id><published>2008-09-21T05:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T05:18:22.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>after 2 weeks</title><content type='html'>I didn't get to write about my birthday and this second term. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy, this post is just a reminder of what to blog about when I'm on my blogging mode. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-973280333952472949?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/973280333952472949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=973280333952472949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/973280333952472949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/973280333952472949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/09/after-2-weeks.html' title='after 2 weeks'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-4010056503750812675</id><published>2008-09-07T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T06:27:07.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School spirit</title><content type='html'>I watched the cheer dance competition today. The excruciating wait in the line was worth it. Thank you, Harry for the tickets!;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched with Harry and some of his HS friends. XD Thank you talaga! I had fun. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEU was my bet. But they didn't win the top place. They just won 2nd runner up. D; Oh well. XD Congratulations to UP! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so unlucky today. D; Nakakairita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we had tickets, we had to, literally, fight for it. D; And we had to line up and wait for more than 2 hours just to get them. While waiting, tangina, it was soooo hot. D; Tapos nangati pa ung dila ko para manlait. D; I was soooo mean. XD But it was all in my head. XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since, I'm waiting for the suikoden file. I'll answer yet another looooong survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from GIGIEBEAR! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't know. Ask my mom. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHATS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?&lt;br /&gt;-- Pictures. They're not my pictures. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT DOES YOUR CELL PHONE LOOK LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;-- a brown k770i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 WHAT MUSIC DO YOU LISTEN TO?&lt;br /&gt;--  Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN?&lt;br /&gt;--  Yep. 9:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;--  Chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHO DO YOU MISS?&lt;br /&gt;-- MY EMO BOY!! T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT is/are YOUR MOST PRIZED POSSESSION/S?&lt;br /&gt;-- MY EMO BOY and everyone else. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT IS YOUR ZODIAC SIGN?&lt;br /&gt;-- The unicorn rider. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. DO YOU GET CLAUSTROPHOBIC?&lt;br /&gt;-- Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU GET SCARED IN THE DARK?&lt;br /&gt;-- It depends. Sa room ko, uu. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. THE LAST PERSON TO MAKE YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;--  Hmmmmm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOGNE / PERFUME?&lt;br /&gt;-- Anything from Bath and Body Works. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT KIND OF HAIR/EYE COLOR DO YOU LIKE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;--  Whatever. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHERE CAN YOU SEE YOURSELF BEING PROPOSED TO?&lt;br /&gt;-- Anywhere impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. COFFEE OR ENERGY DRINK?&lt;br /&gt;-- Coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIZZA TOPPING?&lt;br /&gt;--  cheese. sige kumain ka ng pizza na walang cheese. tingnan natin kung magustuhan mo :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. IF YOU COULD EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;-- Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHO IS THE LAST PERSON YOU MADE MAD?&lt;br /&gt;-- Di mad eh. Pero ung emo poser shit girl kanina. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT WAS THE FIRST GIFT SOMEONE EVER GAVE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;-- Life. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. DO YOU LIKE ANYBODY?&lt;br /&gt;-- Yes, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. ARE YOU DOUBLE JOINTED?&lt;br /&gt;-- Nope. D;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;24. FAVORITE CLOTHING BRAND?&lt;br /&gt;-- Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. WHAT'S YOUR DREAM CAR?&lt;br /&gt;-- Mazda 3, that I'll never get. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. DO YOU HAVE A PET RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;-- None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. WHAT KIND IS IT?&lt;br /&gt;-- Ang kuleeeeeeeet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE KNOWING THAT THE PERSON IS LEAVING?&lt;br /&gt;-- Most likely. Everyone leaves. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO TELL SOMEONE HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;-- Tell? Action speaks louder than words, dearie. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. SAY A NUMBER FROM ONE TO A HUNDRED:&lt;br /&gt;-- sixteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. BLONDES OR BRUNETTES?&lt;br /&gt;-- brunette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. WHAT IS THE ONE NUMBER YOU CALL OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;-- 6530112 XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT ANNOYS YOU MOST?&lt;br /&gt;-- When people laugh/star/poke me.&lt;br /&gt;-- Being insensitive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. HAVE YOU BEEN OUT OF THE USA?&lt;br /&gt;-- Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. YOUR WEAKNESS?&lt;br /&gt;-- I can't say no, most of the time. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. FIRST JOB?&lt;br /&gt;-- Being the eldest daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. EVER DONE A PRANK CALL?&lt;br /&gt;-- Nope, it's rude. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. IF YOU COULD GET PLASTIC SURGERY WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;-- n/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. WHY DID YOU FILL OUT THIS SURVEY?&lt;br /&gt;-- objective was stated above. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT MOST?&lt;br /&gt;-- Dunno. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF ALCOHOL BECAME ILLEGAL?&lt;br /&gt;-- okay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?&lt;br /&gt;-- Jido. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT?&lt;br /&gt;--  I never thought about it. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;-- Nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. DO YOU WISH ON STARS?&lt;br /&gt;-- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. WHAT DID YOU DO THIS MORNING?&lt;br /&gt;-- I woke up, LATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. WHAT DID YOU LAST EAT?&lt;br /&gt;-- Pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;br /&gt;-- Nope. It's ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?&lt;br /&gt;--  D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. ANY BAD HABITS?&lt;br /&gt;--  Procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING MUSIC?&lt;br /&gt;--  Di ko gets. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;-- I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. HAVE YOU EVER TOLD A SECRET YOU SWORE NOT TO TELL?&lt;br /&gt;-- Yeah. Sorry. T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. DO LOOKS MATTER?&lt;br /&gt;-- Sadly, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. HOW DO YOU RELEASE ANGER?&lt;br /&gt;-- I cry. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. WHERE IS YOUR SECOND HOME?&lt;br /&gt;-- Neverland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. EVER BEEN DRUNK?&lt;br /&gt;-- Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD?&lt;br /&gt;-- I can't remember. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. HOW MANY NUMBERS ARE IN YOUR CELL PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;-- Madami eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62.IF YOU COULD BE ANYWHERE RIGHT NOW WHERE WOULD YOU BE?&lt;br /&gt;-- Right beside my emo boy. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. DO YOU USE SARCASM?&lt;br /&gt;-- Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN A MOSH PIT?&lt;br /&gt;-- D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;--  Every aspect of my emo boy. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES?&lt;br /&gt;-- Hana, Nana, Phyphy, Phylea. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?&lt;br /&gt;-- Triple Choco Madness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE COLOR(S)?&lt;br /&gt;-- Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. WHO/WHAT DO YOU MISS MOST RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;-- MY EMO BOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. HOW MANY WISDOM TEETH DO YOU HAVE?&lt;br /&gt;-- I'm not sure. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?&lt;br /&gt;-- Maybe. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO?&lt;br /&gt;-- Falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. LAST THING YOU DRANK?&lt;br /&gt;-- Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;-- My emo boy. (sorry, di ko sinasagot ung phone eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;-- Hair. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. THOUGHT PROVOKING SONG?&lt;br /&gt;-- I can't think of any. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. FAVORITE THING TO HATE?&lt;br /&gt;-- D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. FAVORITE ALCHOHOLIC DRINK(S)?&lt;br /&gt;-- Ung drink na ginawa para sa akin ni son. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. FAVORITE ZODIAC SIGN&lt;br /&gt;-- Gemini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SPORT?&lt;br /&gt;-- D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;-- Dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. EYE COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;-- black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. HEIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;-- Di ko alam. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. FAVORITE ANIMAL?&lt;br /&gt;-- Panduh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. FAVORITE MONTH(s)?&lt;br /&gt;-- December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. YOU LIKE SUSHI?&lt;br /&gt;-- Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. LAST THING YOU WATCHED?&lt;br /&gt;-- Cheer dance competition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. FAVORITE DAY(s) OF THE YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;-- Christmas Day! and every 16th of every month. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;br /&gt;-- I haven't experienced Winter. Soooo, summer na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. KISSES OR HUGS?&lt;br /&gt;-- Both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS?&lt;br /&gt;--  Relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT?&lt;br /&gt;-- Plastic Cover. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. WHO IS THE LEAST LIKELY TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?&lt;br /&gt;-- Those who are not interested. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING?&lt;br /&gt;-- New Moon and Devil May Cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. ANYONE IN LOVE WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;-- Dunno. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey! I'm done. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-4010056503750812675?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/4010056503750812675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=4010056503750812675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/4010056503750812675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/4010056503750812675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/09/school-spirit.html' title='School spirit'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-6487811063928054965</id><published>2008-09-04T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:55:06.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summing Up</title><content type='html'>The past term was really a challenge for me. Though it was hard for me, surprisingly, I finally achieved a goal that I didn't expect to achieve this term, DL na AKO! (Sorry and redundant). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I spent most of my time with my Jido. Thank you soooo much, emo boy. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinayagan din ako sa BLOCK PARTY! ;D term-end party/ "birthday celebration" XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the LSPO sportsfest, oo na, di ako naligo, we went straight to north ave with Nina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought stuff with everyone. XD tanginang 2k worth of drinks. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my multiply blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dear psychos. XD Thank you for the uberly fun term-end party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Janine, for lending me your towel. XD Sorry nabasa ko ng sobra.. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Son! for the drink! Ang sarapppppppp! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Rory for greeting meeeee. Ikaw ung una. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Elfred for pushing the cart. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Nica for the laughs! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Kevin for the ride and for the place. XD (Ung aso moooo XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Ray for the music! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you GF for sharing! ;D I hope you'll feel okay na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Tiff for the kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Zel, Vhes, Joie and Sam for the hugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Marco for the splashes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Wong for managing the stuff and for being thoughtful! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jade for everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Annie for being sooooo cute and bubbly! It really made my day! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Goi for the smiles! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Barney for the birthday song! D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you sooooooo much twin sister Nina for you-know-what! ;D I love you! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Emo boy for just being with me all the time!  I love you x infinty! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUNG SINO MAN SI BIOMAN, THANK YOU SA CAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry ang gulo nanaman ng blog entry ko)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-6487811063928054965?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6487811063928054965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=6487811063928054965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/6487811063928054965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/6487811063928054965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/09/summing-up.html' title='Summing Up'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-2188945609814627898</id><published>2008-08-30T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:33:38.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S OVER!!!</title><content type='html'>It's officially over. The first term of my sophomore year in uni is finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo happy to say goodbye to all of those papers Jade and I made. XD It was really fun having Jade as a partner,  all of the panic moments and etc. Thank you, ojade! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LBYPSMX, soooo close yet soooo far. We had the best experiment within our reach. But then again it's not for us. I really hate these ALMOST events. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of almost... I'm sooo close into getting a 4.0 in PSYCHM1 and a 3.0 in EXPSYC. But it's alright since I didn't fail. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to keep my hopes up in becoming DL this term. I don't want to go on sulking again of my ALMOST DL thingie (that I've been experiencing for the past 3 terms). XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished Twilight a few weeks ago and I've been dying to read New Moon. Unfortunately, I still don't have the book, YET. I have been reading and hearing spoilers from my friends. D; I really hate being spoiled. D; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started reading Sherrilyn Kenyon's Devil May Cry. It's really goooooooood! ;D Especially, when you're into mythology and stuff. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term has ended and it means that the BS PSYC people are going to have another term-end party. I think it has become a ritual like the Thursday symposiums. I've been only to one term end party (and it was the first one). I hope my parents let me go. T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yeah!!! I almost forgot. Candy texted me awhile ago. She already gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. ;D She's going to be baptized, I don't know when but my cousin and I are going to be godparents. XD I think they're going to name the baby Avethea Sabine. (ang coooool nung name) Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**sorry for the uberly random flow of this entry. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-2188945609814627898?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2188945609814627898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=2188945609814627898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/2188945609814627898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/2188945609814627898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-over.html' title='IT&apos;S OVER!!!'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-8732270592992237961</id><published>2008-08-18T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T07:15:33.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate vacations</title><content type='html'>Despite the long weekend, I still had to cram. I really regret going to tagaytay. Even though it was relaxing coming home would mean more work. D; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't enjoy, really I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add to my misery. I miss my Jido, big time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-8732270592992237961?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8732270592992237961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=8732270592992237961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/8732270592992237961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/8732270592992237961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-hate-vacations.html' title='I hate vacations'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-8988524389201871008</id><published>2008-08-16T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T00:29:15.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First</title><content type='html'>Happy Monthsary Jido ko! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-8988524389201871008?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8988524389201871008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=8988524389201871008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/8988524389201871008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/8988524389201871008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/08/first.html' title='First'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-6257714437570728057</id><published>2008-08-12T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T04:26:27.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>Thank you Jido!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I super duper love you!!!! x infinity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-6257714437570728057?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6257714437570728057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=6257714437570728057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/6257714437570728057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/6257714437570728057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/08/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-8060503058858075863</id><published>2008-08-08T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:45:25.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression Over</title><content type='html'>I know that it's not like me to be depressed. But I'm only human, so yeah. (Emo crap) XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with a lousy talk and a presentation of an experiment that short term relationships as its topic. The talk and the experiment made me feel more depressed. I felt bad about something but I don't know what it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac noticed it. (sa lahat pa ng pwedeng makapansin, siya pa.) I had a talk with trish and mac. Sabi ni Trish, naconfused ako. D; Pero di ko alam kung bakit at kung saan ako naguguluhan. D; (sorry kung nagshift ako from english to tagalog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franz, thanks for the choco cream chip and the oreo cheese cake. It kinda made me a bit happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made Jido sad, and that made me feel sadder. Emode. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see the rainbow anymore. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I saw something that made me laugh, really really hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy na ako kahit papano. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a metal mouth again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g77/mamhe/metalmouth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g77/mamhe/metalmouth.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-8060503058858075863?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8060503058858075863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=8060503058858075863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/8060503058858075863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/8060503058858075863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/08/depression-over.html' title='Depression Over'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-7452610187622249983</id><published>2008-08-07T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T16:33:36.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeding love</title><content type='html'>Attended the GA of SMS even though I'm not a member. I wanted to go because of JL and Vhes' presentation. &lt;33333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang gwapo, ay, ang ganda ni JL. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symposium! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-7452610187622249983?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/7452610187622249983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=7452610187622249983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/7452610187622249983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/7452610187622249983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/08/bleeding-love.html' title='Bleeding love'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-2862427797013539500</id><published>2008-08-01T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T06:36:03.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At dahil gaya gaya ako..</title><content type='html'>Mahal ko si Jido Anthony Escolano Ramirez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x infinity. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-2862427797013539500?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2862427797013539500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=2862427797013539500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/2862427797013539500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/2862427797013539500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/08/at-dahil-gaya-gaya-ako.html' title='At dahil gaya gaya ako..'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-1531962152027206861</id><published>2008-07-29T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T15:15:16.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tiramisu</title><content type='html'>&lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Hes for the sweet gift. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does my heart seem to skip a beat whenever you kiss me?~ XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-1531962152027206861?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1531962152027206861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=1531962152027206861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/1531962152027206861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/1531962152027206861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/07/tiramisu.html' title='tiramisu'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-5723968047426526614</id><published>2008-07-24T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T08:00:06.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pouring</title><content type='html'>I missed talking to Nina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about emo shiz with her made me cry. D; Thank you for sharing those shiz with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you soooo much evil twin sister. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solomon tayo ah. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that hope never existed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-5723968047426526614?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/5723968047426526614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=5723968047426526614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/5723968047426526614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/5723968047426526614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/07/pouring.html' title='Pouring'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-7529120883597598290</id><published>2008-07-19T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T18:55:02.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures.</title><content type='html'>Met up in school. (Nina, Wong, Son, Franz and Rory)&lt;br /&gt;Bus ride.&lt;br /&gt;Marco.&lt;br /&gt;Jeep Ride.&lt;br /&gt;Another Jeep ride.&lt;br /&gt;Tricycle Ride.&lt;br /&gt;Marco's home.&lt;br /&gt;She's the man&amp;&amp;crackers&amp;&amp;iced tea.&lt;br /&gt;Dressing up.&lt;br /&gt;Make up by Rory. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Camwhoring in Marco's house.&lt;br /&gt;Nica's debut. &lt;br /&gt;Safety pins and shiz = cam&lt;br /&gt;Dancing.&lt;br /&gt;After party at Marco's home.&lt;br /&gt;Red horse, San Mig, Bailey's and Absinthe = wasted people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't drink absinthe, gusto ko pa mabuhay eh. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking game, not there when it happened. Stripping is not my thing. D; &lt;br /&gt;Played medic for the gang. T-T&lt;br /&gt;Drunk girls... D;&lt;br /&gt;Drunk Marco... DDD;&lt;br /&gt;Drunk Mico... XD D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunk Mico + car + me + us = O.O Bicutan-Magallanes less than 10 mins. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mico for the very very very very fast ride. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed my emo boy sooooooo much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-7529120883597598290?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/7529120883597598290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=7529120883597598290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/7529120883597598290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/7529120883597598290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/07/adventures.html' title='Adventures.'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-8434648766345104282</id><published>2008-07-18T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T05:58:50.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got this from Rosie ;D</title><content type='html'>1) Type in "[your name] needs" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah needs a boyfriend. XD&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hannah Needs Some Alone Time. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah needs a hug. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google Search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hannah looks like a train wreck picture. (the hell?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Type in "[your name] likes" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah likes Lemons (o.O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hannah Likes A Boy. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 ) Type in "[your name] says" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah says her ABC. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Wants Children. (WTF?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Type in "[your name] does" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hannah does a sexy strip tease. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hannah Hates Cinnamon. (actually, I love cinnamon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Type in "[your name] goes" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Goes to Hell. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Type in "[your name] loves" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Loves Her Boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hannah loves nick jonas (the hell?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Type in"[your name] is" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hannah is the captivated.  XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored ako eh. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-8434648766345104282?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8434648766345104282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=8434648766345104282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/8434648766345104282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/8434648766345104282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/07/got-this-from-rosie-d.html' title='Got this from Rosie ;D'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-8057448745678426206</id><published>2008-07-18T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T05:43:02.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late</title><content type='html'>It's already 8:10 and I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earthquake shiz. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the laughs, TFGG people. ;D It was nice meeting yooouuuuzzzz. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, emo boy for the time last night. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel soooo giddy. XD love you emo boy. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SFA, please make my dreams come true. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LSPO people, sorry that I haven't been much help. T_T Babawi ako. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trish, I hope you see this. I don't use my DA journal eeehhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things found in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Borrowed books from the library&lt;br /&gt;2. A brush that I don't use&lt;br /&gt;3. An umbrella &lt;br /&gt;4. My wallet&lt;br /&gt;5. A lot of paper. (ENGLSTRESS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things found in my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;1. A picture of me. ;D &lt;br /&gt;2. A picture of my friends when we were still in HS. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Money&lt;br /&gt;4. Tuition fee receipt &lt;br /&gt;5. ATM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 favourite things in my room&lt;br /&gt;1. My bookshelf&lt;br /&gt;2. My collection of TY bears. ;D&lt;br /&gt;3. My bed and pillows&lt;br /&gt;4. My pillows.. XD&lt;br /&gt;5. Rocking chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I always wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;1. Die young&lt;br /&gt;2. Get what I want&lt;br /&gt;3. Go home late without my dad getting mad. XD&lt;br /&gt;4. Write again&lt;br /&gt;5. Get a GPA of 3.5 XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I'm currently into&lt;br /&gt;1. Jido &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;2. Stalling (AKA procrastination)&lt;br /&gt;3. Chem?&lt;br /&gt;4. Fan girling. XD&lt;br /&gt;5. Jido &lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List out the top 5 presents you wish for&lt;br /&gt;1. Sufficient sleep&lt;br /&gt;2. A GPA of 3.5 XD&lt;br /&gt;3. 5310 or a 6300&lt;br /&gt;4. The jansport printed bag that I'm desperate to have&lt;br /&gt;5. Rainbow, my happily ever after. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who tagged you is TRISH and MAC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your 5 impressions of him/her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAC&lt;br /&gt;-Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;-Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;-Uhhhmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;-D;&lt;br /&gt;- I really don't know. D; SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRISH&lt;br /&gt;-My comfort zone&lt;br /&gt;-Rational&lt;br /&gt;-Friendly&lt;br /&gt;-Fun to be with&lt;br /&gt;-One of the most interesting persons I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itag;;&lt;br /&gt;Who ever reads this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPILY EVER AFTER~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-8057448745678426206?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8057448745678426206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=8057448745678426206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/8057448745678426206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/8057448745678426206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/07/late.html' title='Late'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-1073307165329090468</id><published>2008-07-13T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T05:54:19.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 my emo boy</title><content type='html'>;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel soooo giddy. XDXDXDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah loves her emo boy. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-1073307165329090468?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1073307165329090468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=1073307165329090468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/1073307165329090468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/1073307165329090468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-3-my-emo-boy.html' title='I &lt;3 my emo boy'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-2857647545285857855</id><published>2008-07-11T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T20:20:52.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tinkerpsichorean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SHgitv155mI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ugZ9IzRZQ7g/s1600-h/tinkerpsichorean%4018!+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SHgitv155mI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ugZ9IzRZQ7g/s320/tinkerpsichorean%4018!+079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221961937268106850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Belated Happy Birthday Vhes! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mcdo kiddie party for Ms. Sandro. And our surprise for her wasn't a surprise. XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought going home late would make me feel happy. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-2857647545285857855?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2857647545285857855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=2857647545285857855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/2857647545285857855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/2857647545285857855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/07/tinkerpsichorean.html' title='Tinkerpsichorean'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SHgitv155mI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ugZ9IzRZQ7g/s72-c/tinkerpsichorean%4018!+079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-2008958911153638927</id><published>2008-07-05T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T23:52:12.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalling again&amp;again</title><content type='html'>I got bored and lazy. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;001. Real name: Hannah Phylea A. Olivas&lt;br /&gt;002. Nicknames: Nana, Hana&lt;br /&gt;003. Married: Not yet ;D&lt;br /&gt;004. Zodiac sign: Virgo&lt;br /&gt;005. Male or female: Female&lt;br /&gt;006. Age: 17&lt;br /&gt;007. Highschool: St. Bridget&lt;br /&gt;008. College: DLSU manila&lt;br /&gt;009. Residence: Quezon City&lt;br /&gt;010.Hair color: Dark Brown&lt;br /&gt;011. Long or short hair: Dunno???&lt;br /&gt;012. Smoke: No&lt;br /&gt;013. Drink: Sometimes. ;D&lt;br /&gt;014. Available: Yes&lt;br /&gt;015. Are you a health freak: Uhmmmm&lt;br /&gt;016. Height: Dunno. D;&lt;br /&gt;017. Do you have a crush on someone? Yep, duh.&lt;br /&gt;018. Do you like yourself: I guess so. XD&lt;br /&gt;019. Piercings: ears&lt;br /&gt;020. Tattoos: None&lt;br /&gt;021. Righty or lefty: Rightie. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;022. First surgery: Knee&lt;br /&gt;023: First piercing: ears&lt;br /&gt;024. First best friend/s: Joy Pagdilao&amp;&amp; Ali Orenciana &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;025. First award: I forgot. D;&lt;br /&gt;027. First pet: Dog&lt;br /&gt;028. First vacation: D;&lt;br /&gt;029. First concert: I can't remember&lt;br /&gt;030. First crush: Di ko na din maalala. XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;br /&gt;049. Eating: I'm not eating anything right now. XD&lt;br /&gt;050. Drinking: water&lt;br /&gt;052. Im about to: text someone&lt;br /&gt;053. Listening to: Fall on me - Moonstar 88&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE'S&lt;br /&gt;054. Food: Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;055. Drinks: Iced tea,  Water, Watermelon shake. &lt;br /&gt;056. Colors: Red&lt;br /&gt;057. Numbers: 3 ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;058. Want kids: Yes. ;D&lt;br /&gt;059. Want to get married: Duh?!&lt;br /&gt;060. Careers in mind: I'm still confused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER? :&lt;br /&gt;068. Lips or eyes: Eyes. ;D&lt;br /&gt;069. Hugs or kisses: Both.&lt;br /&gt;070. Shorter or taller: Taller&lt;br /&gt;072. Romantic or spontaneous: Spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;073 . Nice stomach or nice arms: Both?&lt;br /&gt;074 . Sensitive or loud: Sensitive&lt;br /&gt;075 . Hook-up or relationship: Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;078. Kissed a stranger: NO&lt;br /&gt;079. Drank bubbles: Nope. XD&lt;br /&gt;080. Lost glasses/contacts: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;081. Ran away from home: Not yet. XD&lt;br /&gt;082. Liked someone younger: Uhhhmmmm, yes. XD&lt;br /&gt;083. Older: Yes. XD&lt;br /&gt;084 . Broken someones heart: I think sooo. D;&lt;br /&gt;085. Been arrested: Nope, di pa pwede eh. XD&lt;br /&gt;086. Turned someone down: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;087. Cried when someone died: of course&lt;br /&gt;088. Liked a friend: Yes, and it hurts. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;089. In yourself: more than anyone, and a bit less than God.&lt;br /&gt;090. Miracles: YES&lt;br /&gt;091. Love at first sight: Nope&lt;br /&gt;092. Heaven: yep&lt;br /&gt;093. Santa claus: No. D;&lt;br /&gt;094. Sex on the first date: WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;095. the more you hate, the more you love: It depends.&lt;br /&gt;096. Angels: yup and in fairies. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY :&lt;br /&gt;097. Is there one person you want to be with you right now? :nods:&lt;br /&gt;098. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at a time? Never.&lt;br /&gt;099. Do you believe in God? MORE THAN ANYTHING&lt;br /&gt;100. Repost this as "100 facts about (your name)": k.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-2008958911153638927?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2008958911153638927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=2008958911153638927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/2008958911153638927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/2008958911153638927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/07/stalling-again.html' title='Stalling again&amp;again'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-2123067126805057897</id><published>2008-07-05T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T04:41:04.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Libre</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I woke up early to meet up with my community service buddies in mcdo. XD When we got to our destination, the people in the foundation told us that there were only 2 tasks to be done. ( Sa loob loob ko "Yes! magbibilang kami pati mag huhugas ng stuff") Counting and washing the big rolls of unused rejected doy packs, my day started with counting. YES, counting... With all of those numbers and strips. D; I thought that it was an easy task but I was WRONG. Counting a lot of strips is hard. You get to lose count and start all over again and you get to sit on a monobloc for three solid hours plus counting those strips. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the break, we got to wash the rolls of rejected doy packs. After all the washing,  I didn't feel my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the cs. We went to eastwood. hahaha just to buy a grande chocolate cream chip frap. XD All expenses paid by Franz. (Thank you daddy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This supposedly weekend allotted for rest and rest became a school day. D; I went to school to do ENGLSTRESS thingie. D; But at least I got to go to the movie theater. I met up with my cousin in UST and went to Gateway. We ate at teriyaki boy (food was paid by my cousin) I ate 2 pcs of California maki. D; I got to meet some of my cousin's friends. And they also paid for my food and tickets. I got freebies too. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELINA JOLIE&lt;br /&gt;I soo want to be like her. XD She's so pretty. XD I'm really want to lose weight liek, nao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Jido's poser today. D;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-2123067126805057897?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2123067126805057897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=2123067126805057897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/2123067126805057897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/2123067126805057897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/07/libre.html' title='Libre'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-2751107162781601296</id><published>2008-06-28T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T22:22:48.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalling again</title><content type='html'>I am not studying for my chem exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am stalling. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its raining... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana walang pasok bukas. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-2751107162781601296?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2751107162781601296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=2751107162781601296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/2751107162781601296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/2751107162781601296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/06/stalling-again.html' title='Stalling again'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-2330322126172910997</id><published>2008-06-23T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:01:24.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super duper long weekend</title><content type='html'>typhoon frank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspended classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manila Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, BBY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-2330322126172910997?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2330322126172910997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=2330322126172910997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/2330322126172910997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/2330322126172910997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/06/super-duper-long-weekend.html' title='Super duper long weekend'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-3811374020170118403</id><published>2008-06-11T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T05:01:33.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I really dunno</title><content type='html'>Yeah, it's my 1st term as a second year student. Gah, I'm bored. Not in the sense that I don't have school work to do, I've loads of those. I don't know. Something is missing. And I really don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma confused. Really, I am. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not my self. I feel disoriented.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-3811374020170118403?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/3811374020170118403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=3811374020170118403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/3811374020170118403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/3811374020170118403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-really-dunno.html' title='I really dunno'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-721420374250958041</id><published>2008-05-19T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T05:29:21.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of summer</title><content type='html'>It's only mid-May but rain is starting to pour on this little group of islands called The Philippines. I haven't been updating this space in this world of viruses and porn, I'm too busy to update. Yeah, right. When did eating and sleeping all day became something productive to be busy about. I think you got it, person reading this junk, I did not do anything this summer but be a bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what was the BUM up to during this 1 month? and a half of cold summer??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rooting for COOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, even though David Archuleta is some prodigy. I would definitely vote for David Cook. It's not that I don't like Archuleta, he's good (really good). But I like David Cook better. I always end up singing or getting LSS for every song that he sang. He's really cool. I also like his cool &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"suplado"&lt;/span&gt; personality. I would really go down on my knees and kiss his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO You know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This famous line, is yeah, you guessed it. From Gossip Girl. I'm been crazy about the  series as well as the book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SERIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to read the books first before I watched the series. I read the prequel during the first few weeks of its airing. The prequel didn't have anything to do with the series. But it will bring the confused you to somethings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; The story&lt;br /&gt;The series is very different from the book. The series is more &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; "bitcy"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"more spiced up"&lt;/span&gt; than the book. I has a lot of twists and turns, me likey. XD With this spiced up story, I think Gossip Girl shouldn't be on the shelves of the Young adults section of bookstores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BOOK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fast paced. I read Gossip Girl: You know you love me in just 3 hours. I just can't put the book down. I didn't know that it was that good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of typing now. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll always be my baby".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-721420374250958041?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/721420374250958041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=721420374250958041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/721420374250958041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/721420374250958041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/05/end-of-summer.html' title='End of summer'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-5975855855822781763</id><published>2008-05-04T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T23:55:11.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laisy Daisy</title><content type='html'>Super duper late reply to ate rina's tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Each blogger starts with ten random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bloggers that are tagged need to write their ownblog about their ten things and post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of your blog, you need to choose ten people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, or to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 random facts/habits about Hana:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chocolate is my comfort food.&lt;br /&gt;2. I believe in happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm a frustrated artist.&lt;br /&gt;4. I love reading&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm so addicted to gossip girl. &lt;br /&gt;6. I want to lose weight but I really love to eat. XD&lt;br /&gt;7. I clean and rearrange stuff in my room everyday&lt;br /&gt;8. Ranting is my hobbie&lt;br /&gt;9. I love bands when they're not famous and end up hating them when they're famous  (except URBANDUB)&lt;br /&gt;10. Online communities are my outlets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iTAG;; Grace, Clarisse, Janella, Junius, Jido, Eipp, Nikki, Kat, Raisa, Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and I totally forgot to update. I don't have the momentum anymore, soo bye third term update. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo addicted to GG. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-5975855855822781763?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/5975855855822781763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=5975855855822781763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/5975855855822781763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/5975855855822781763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/05/laisy-daisy.html' title='Laisy Daisy'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-7188885623304844568</id><published>2008-04-15T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T18:49:08.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party with a BEHM!</title><content type='html'>I'll just interrupt my blog update by this entry. I really have to write (or type or blog) about what happened last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 15, 2008 was  Rory's 18th birthday. Our whole block was invited to join the celebration. It was already around 5:00-5:30 pm and I wasn't ready yet. I was still online chatting with some friends, knowing that I don't have something to wear yet made me log off and shut down my laptop. Staring at my closet I can't find anything sensible to wear (party wear? like I have those). I pulled out the only dress that I owned, yup, the ONLY dress that I have (questioning my gender? XD). I wore that dress in my uncle's wedding last week, yes, call me ms. outfit repeater. XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the party, I thought that I was late. Rory told me to be there at 6:30 but I got there at 7:30. At the lobby I was Nica, China, Wong, Tiff and Marco and a large cooler. Janine's cooler from the block party that got in Wong's car. XD Anyway, back to the topic, there I were standing for about ten minutes asking ourselves where the party was. The place looked like  it was empty, then Rory's mother went out of a room and invited us to go in. Though I came in late we were the earliest there. We sat down and waited for the others to arrive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everyone arrived they started to serve the food, then after the eating camera flashes were all over the place, I  was literally seeing stars. XD After the wacky poses and camera flashes, two of Rory's HS friends stood up in front of the room and asked everyone to settle down because the program's about to start. 18 treasures were  called, then the 18 shots, I was one of the 18 shots. Rory called me the uberly hot Nana Olives.. XD LOL.. After everyone was called, we gathered  around Rory and gave her the PSP slim that she always wanted. XD After the program, the really party began with dancing and more drinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to go home early, my dad can't drive super late at night. He picked me up around 10 pm. Then we went to Starbucks to get frappes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-7188885623304844568?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/7188885623304844568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=7188885623304844568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/7188885623304844568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/7188885623304844568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/04/party-with-behm.html' title='Party with a BEHM!'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-8545579737464754313</id><published>2008-04-14T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T05:56:58.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your voice is the soundtrack of my summer.</title><content type='html'>Yeah the title of this entry is from a song by Boys Like Girls entitled Thunder. And&lt;br /&gt;yeah, I'm soo in love with someone's voice. Guess whose voice it is?? XD Gabby Alipe's voice of course! Yes, you can call me the freakishly Urbandub fan or whatever. XD But really, I had this "obsession" since Urbandub released their first music video "A new tattoo", that was way back in my second year high school days. During those times, no one or just a few people knew about them. I really liked or should I say, love their songs especially the lyrics. The lyrics really have meaning in them. The lyrics plus the catchy beat really induce you to last song syndrome.  Hahaha. Or is it just me? I would really like to have all of their albums, from the very first to their present album as well as the future albums they're going to release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now for the real topic of this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S OFFICIAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S OFFICIALLY SUMMER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I really didn't anticipate that I would "crave" for summer. I thought that I would not mind the long classes during the summer. For the fact that I crave for work and stuff during my HS summer breaks. But I realized that I still have that sense of post-graduate-want-summer-for-rest-thingie. But people say that it's just for this frosh third term thing, and we will eventually get the hang of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I haven't updated much I'll talk(write/type) about my third term as a freshman student in DLSU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got to pick my classes and schedule for the first time. (A sucky schedule) I thought that everything would certainly go smooth, smooth as a baby's bottom but no. My third term became as rough as the surface of the moon, with craters and all. I'm not exaggerating, I'm just telling the truth. I'll talk about each course 'kay??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLCOM&lt;br /&gt;Difficulty: ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A60 (that's the section where I'm in), had Ms. Marianne Jennifer Gaerlan. She seemed strict at first but eventually I got this aura that I'll be having fun in her class. And guess what I  did! We had this obfuscating activity that we have to decipher trite quotations from it's obfuscated form. *nosebleed* Then we had this activity that we had to think of a hypothetical country and that I  had to walk in campus looking like super mario for the activity (how humiliating). Then the major essays came... I felt that I went blind, but instead of seeing a oblivious nothingness of black, I saw a cynical and inhumane bright yellow. talk about being deaf, the stuff that I heard during the major essays time were the growling of the unforgivable cold of the air conditioning units from rooms 1003 and 711, the terrible songs of distraction from my seat mate's MP3 players and the scratches from the tearing of the yellow pad after each page and not to mention the annoyingly repetitive clunking sound of two to three staplers in class. It's not that horrible I tell you. Those are the only downsides of this class. Let me get to the fun and juicy parts of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A list of entertaining and interesting stuff that happens in ENGLCOM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jaypee's disappearance (the rumor that he got deported?)&lt;br /&gt;-Ryan's LONG bathroom breaks in between 8:00-8:20&lt;br /&gt;-Third being last?&lt;br /&gt;-Annie's sweet momments&lt;br /&gt;-Marc's there's happiness in loneliness topic&lt;br /&gt;-The third sex bathrooms&lt;br /&gt;-Wong's best papers&lt;br /&gt;-THE TONS OF YELLOW PAD&lt;br /&gt;-Purple and green pens&lt;br /&gt;-The pink shirt day (but not really)&lt;br /&gt;-And other stuff that I might have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. I'm getting tired of typing..&lt;br /&gt;I'll play neopets first (ooohhh another topic for an entry)&lt;br /&gt;I'll just continue next post. XD&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/8697369645253646204-8545579737464754313?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8545579737464754313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=8545579737464754313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/8545579737464754313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/8545579737464754313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/04/your-voice-is-soundtrack-of-my-summer.html' title='Your voice is the soundtrack of my summer.'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-3485073460587156540</id><published>2008-04-07T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T23:57:54.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DieDIEDie</title><content type='html'>:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I won't be making it... D;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Noes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Update later (I'm in Gokungwei PSYSTA2 room)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-3485073460587156540?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/3485073460587156540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=3485073460587156540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/3485073460587156540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/3485073460587156540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/04/diediedie.html' title='DieDIEDie'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-726609102118700998</id><published>2008-01-18T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T05:54:20.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration, PL0x</title><content type='html'>I really don't know where to start. I haven't blogged since the vacation. D; I PHail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Christmas ( I know, it's uberly late to blog about this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as usual, we went to our lola's house in Morong and celebrated Christmas eve there. I got to see my cousins again. There were a lot of changes in the place since the last time I have been there. I miss the fun and the stuff I used to do there. Yeah, a lot of unwanted memories but hey, I must admit that I can never forget/regret any of them. I WAS fun. The next day, Christmas day, we went back to Manila to celebrate with my other relatives from my mother's side. I got so see my oh-so-very-obnoxious cousins and yes, they are older than me. It was really boring. Oh yeah! I almost forgot. I saw my cousin's "wife and baby" XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My New Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of my so called Christmas break in Morong but I really didn't get out that much. Well, my new year was utterly boring. I really missed the fun new year. Yeah, it's was like an ordinary day nothing special. I didn't light any fire cracker, well no one did light anything for that matter. I slept through the boring new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first third term&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week one&lt;br /&gt;It was really a different feeling seeing unfamiliar faces in class. I really felt the first day jitters. I really thought that I got the hang of the DLSU system and the people around me. Culture shock? I got scared for the first time. D; I got to meet the new rooms, new professors, new classmates and new courses. Well, I won't do my job well this term, that's one thing that I am sure of. C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LBYBIO3 with Sir Raga: The first meeting was quite okay but to be honest, I didn't expect that we would have an activity on the first day. We were bombarded with scientific names, classes and orders if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLCOM: Writing and Reading exercises. I have classmates from the other block. More Reading and writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTSOCI: NO COMMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FWSPORT: JUDO. God, help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPANA: Yey for Ms Mary Jane Flores! wooot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FILKOMU: Yey for FUNFUNFUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSEF1: I have gaian classmates. I have blockmates as classmates. Modules and more modules. /wrist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSYSTA2: Oh noes! D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired. Let's not talk about the 1st exam being on the 2nd week of the term. PHAIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school for the COMPANA bird practice. Ate in cerealicious and knew things I shouldn't have. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY GOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-726609102118700998?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/726609102118700998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=726609102118700998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/726609102118700998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/726609102118700998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2008/01/inspiration-pl0x.html' title='Inspiration, PL0x'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-7630150353678604876</id><published>2007-12-28T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T06:52:12.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know?</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I got bored. I'm soo going to blog about my Christmas after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from Christian's blog and some from previous conversations with friend.&lt;br /&gt;I did entertain me... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# The dollar symbol ($) is a U combined with an S (U.S.)&lt;br /&gt;# The straw was probably invented by Egyptian brewers to taste in-process beer without removing the fermenting ingredients which floated on the top of the container.&lt;br /&gt;# The word 'pound' is abbreviated 'lb.' after the constellation 'libra' because it means 'pound' in Latin, and also 'scales'. The abbreviation for the British Pound Sterling comes from the same source: it is an 'L' for Libra/Lb. with a stroke through it to indicate abbreviation. Madrid is the only European capital city not situated on a river.&lt;br /&gt;# "Quisling" is the only word in the English language to start with "quis."&lt;br /&gt;# The tune for the "A-B-C" song is the same as "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star."&lt;br /&gt;# The common goldfish is the only animal that can see both infra-red and ultra-violet light.&lt;br /&gt;# The word "queueing" is the only English word with five consecutive vowels.&lt;br /&gt;# The two longest one-syllable words in the English language are "screeched" and "strengths."&lt;br /&gt;# Since 1896, the beginning of the modern Olympics, only Greece and Australia have participated in every Games.&lt;br /&gt;# February 1865 is the only month in recorded history not to have a full moon.&lt;br /&gt;# The longest chapter in the Bible is Psalm 119.&lt;br /&gt;# The oldest word in the English language is "town"&lt;br /&gt;# There is a seven letter word in the English language that contains ten words without rearranging any of its letters, "therein": the, there, he, in, rein, her, here, here, ere, therein, herein. &lt;br /&gt;# It is impossible to lick your elbow.&lt;br /&gt;# Intelligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair.&lt;br /&gt;# 23% of all photocopier faults worldwide are caused by people sitting on them and photocopying their butts.&lt;br /&gt;# there are actually two types of humans? The slightly larger and less intelligent kind, males, have protruding external genitalia called "penises" that are used for making important life decisions. Meanwhile, females have these nifty things called "vaginas" that no one understands yet, especially males&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# The greatest recorded number of children that have been born by one mother is 69! The poor lass gave birth to 16 pairs of twins, seven sets of triplets and a measly 4 sets of quadruplets. Even in the days before IVF!Males, on average, think about sex every 7 seconds. (amp wahaha)&lt;br /&gt;# If you could count the number of times a cricket chirps in one minute, divide by 2, add 9 and divide by 2 again, you would have the correct temperature in celcius degrees... How do they know that?&lt;br /&gt;# Hydrogen is an explosive gas. Oxygen supports combustion. Yet when these are combined it is water which is used to put out fires.&lt;br /&gt;# Grapes explode when you put them in the microwave. Go on, try it then&lt;br /&gt;# +The average chocolate bar has 8 insects' legs in it. (yuck haha)No piece of square dry paper can be folded in half more than 7 times&lt;br /&gt;# "Stewardesses" is the longest word typed with only the left hand.&lt;br /&gt;# It's impossible to sneeze with your eyes open? Next time you feel a sneeze coming try it!&lt;br /&gt;# The word "fuck" is actually an acronym. It dates back to the Good Old Days, when England was severely underpopulated due to the usual combination of fire/war/plague, and the King issued an official order to... well, fuck, to replenish the population. Hence the phrase "Fornicate Under Command of the King" passed into everyday language.&lt;br /&gt;# All Humans Are 99.9% Genetically Identical and 98.4% of human genes are the same as the genes of a chimpanzee. &lt;br /&gt;#  Hershey's Kisses are called that because the machine that makes them looks like it's kissing the conveyor belt.&lt;br /&gt;# The youngest pope was 11 years old.&lt;br /&gt;# Barbie's measurements if she were life size: 39-23-33&lt;br /&gt;# Men can read smaller print than women; women can hear better.&lt;br /&gt;# Shrimps' hearts are in their heads.&lt;br /&gt;# Jesus Christ died at age 33.&lt;br /&gt;# Every time you lick a stamp, you're consuming 1/10 of a calorie.&lt;br /&gt;# Money is made of woven linen, not paper&lt;br /&gt;# A rhinoceros's horn is made of hair.&lt;br /&gt;# A group of frogs is called an army.&lt;br /&gt;# Polar bears' fur is not white, it's clear. Polar bear skin is actually black. Their hair is hollow and acts like fiber optics, directing sunlight to warm their skin.&lt;br /&gt;# Armadillos are the only animal besides humans that can get leprosy.&lt;br /&gt;# A winged penis was the city symbol of Pompeii, the ancient Roman resort town destroyed by Mt. Vesuvius' eruption.&lt;br /&gt;# Every two thousand frowns creates one wrinkle.&lt;br /&gt;# One of the longest English words that can be typed using the top row of a typewriter (allowing multiple uses of letters) is 'typewriter.'&lt;br /&gt;# 'Strengths' is the longest word in the English language with just one vowel.&lt;br /&gt;# Your left lung is smaller than your right lung to make room for your heart.&lt;br /&gt;# A 'jiffy' is an actual unit of time for 1/100th of a second.&lt;br /&gt;# A full moon always rises at sunset.&lt;br /&gt;# The hundred billionth crayon made by Crayola was Perriwinkle Blue.&lt;br /&gt;# "Bookkeeper" and "bookkeeping" are the only words in the English language with three consecutive double letters.&lt;br /&gt;# The most sensitive finger is the forefinger.&lt;br /&gt;# Skin is thickest is at the back -- 1/6 of an inch.&lt;br /&gt;# You would have to count to one thousand to use the letter "A" in the English language to spell a whole number.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-7630150353678604876?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/7630150353678604876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=7630150353678604876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/7630150353678604876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/7630150353678604876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2007/12/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know?'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-1804999808579225237</id><published>2007-12-19T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T18:51:52.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey Day!</title><content type='html'>Because I have nothing to do.. I will answer surveys.&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to love ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.The athletic or the intelligent?&lt;br /&gt;- This is a hard one. I want both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The singer or the dancer?&lt;br /&gt;- Might as well go for the dancer. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. yung may sense of humor or the&lt;br /&gt;mysterious type?&lt;br /&gt;- ung may sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. pakipot or straight forward?&lt;br /&gt;- straight forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The romantic or the silent type .&lt;br /&gt;- romantic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. bright sa Science o sa Math .&lt;br /&gt;- sa Math (bobo ako sa math eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. chinese type or typical pinoy .&lt;br /&gt;- typical pinoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. moreno/morena o maputi .&lt;br /&gt;- moreno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. kung ma-stranded ka sa isla , cnong&lt;br /&gt;isang tao ang gusto mong makasama .&lt;br /&gt;- my gingerbread man. ahy XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. kung mahuhulog na sa bangin ang&lt;br /&gt;taong mahal ka at taong mahal mo, cno&lt;br /&gt;ililigtas mo?&lt;br /&gt;- ung taong mahal ako.. wala akong mahal ngayon eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. don't fall in love with friends .&lt;br /&gt;- nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. love at first sight .&lt;br /&gt;- nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. love is blind .&lt;br /&gt;- sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d. collect and select .&lt;br /&gt;- it's not bad to have options. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e. best friends are the best lovers.&lt;br /&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. ano nagpapahirap ng loob mo?&lt;br /&gt;- trigbio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. ano mas gusto mo : tahimik kang&lt;br /&gt;nasasaktan o alam ng lahat?&lt;br /&gt;- tahimik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. ano ang mga bagay na sa tingin mo&lt;br /&gt;mababaw iyakan?&lt;br /&gt;- wala. iyakin ako eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. kung iiyak ka ulit , ano ang&lt;br /&gt;dahilan?&lt;br /&gt;- trigbio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. sabi nila , kUn mhAl mu ipaglaban&lt;br /&gt;mo . tama ?&lt;br /&gt;- depende&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. sakaling bigyan ka ng pagkakataong&lt;br /&gt;magtanong sa Diyos , anong itatanong&lt;br /&gt;mo?&lt;br /&gt;- Makakapangasawa ba ako ng mayaman? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. ano ba silbi ng survey sayo?&lt;br /&gt;- pampalipas oras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. sa lahat ng nagawa mo ngayong&lt;br /&gt;araw , ano pinagsisisihan mo ?&lt;br /&gt;- nung nagtanong ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. marami ka pa bang gustong gawin sa&lt;br /&gt;buhay?&lt;br /&gt;- Oo naman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. pag sinabi ba syo na malapit nang&lt;br /&gt;dumating ang taong para sayo ,&lt;br /&gt;maniniwala ka?&lt;br /&gt;- Hindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. 5 years from now, may pamilya ka&lt;br /&gt;na . ung asawa mo kaya ung taong&lt;br /&gt;inaasam mo ?&lt;br /&gt;- Malay ko ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. ano pa ba ang hinihintay mo?&lt;br /&gt;- N73 ko. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. masakit kalimutan ang isang&lt;br /&gt;bagay , lalo na ang isang taong&lt;br /&gt;mahal mo .&lt;br /&gt;- Ayt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. magiging masaya ka kaya kung&lt;br /&gt;makuha mo nga yung taong mahal mo pero&lt;br /&gt;di ka niya mahal ?&lt;br /&gt;- Hindi, makokonsensya lang ako&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-1804999808579225237?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1804999808579225237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=1804999808579225237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/1804999808579225237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/1804999808579225237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2007/12/survey-day.html' title='Survey Day!'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-1599355449891301235</id><published>2007-12-18T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T23:12:58.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Partying before course card day!</title><content type='html'>I'm really lucky to have my blockmates! They organized this luau for us! Merry Christmas! I sooo love everyone! Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course card day.. Na -nana ako. I didn't get DL nanaman! oh well, Maybe it's not meant for me D;&lt;br /&gt;atleast I got high grades and didn't fail anything. I really want to get a scholarship. (Oh, God, Help!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-1599355449891301235?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1599355449891301235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=1599355449891301235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/1599355449891301235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/1599355449891301235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2007/12/partying-before-course-card-day.html' title='Partying before course card day!'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-5863112909013662008</id><published>2007-12-12T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T00:51:17.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sufferings are all gone and Keeping up with the past</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was like ugh -i-don't-want-to-study kind of day because we only have 3 chapters for the psysta1 test. I also learned that cramming is very effective. lol. I started studying for the test at around 11:30 pm up to 12 am. lol. I was able to answer the test without worrying. For once I felt confident of my answers. I'm so glad. I also got a lollipop from sir niel. :3 Sooo nice. hahaha After the test we went to Pizza Hut to eat/celebrate, I ordered my mango shrimp salad! Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got on the jeep, I saw this familiar looking girl. I thought that she looked like someone I know but I can't tell who.  But a few moments later I heard someone calling my name. Then someone tapped my shoulder, when I turned around the girl was like. "Hannah!" and I was like "o.o, huh? sino ka?" she was like "Hannah! Ako toh?!" I was like &gt;.&lt;;; (di kita kilalala) she was like "SI AIKO toh" and then I realized that she was really Aiko. lol. She was my grade 5 and 6 classmate. What a small world. HAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-5863112909013662008?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/5863112909013662008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=5863112909013662008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/5863112909013662008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/5863112909013662008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2007/12/sufferings-are-all-gone-and-keeping-up.html' title='Sufferings are all gone and Keeping up with the past'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-1875262095595458818</id><published>2007-12-10T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T06:09:22.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannah, Phylea and Nana</title><content type='html'>Hannah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Although the name &lt;b&gt;Hannah&lt;/b&gt; creates the urge to understand and help others, we stress that it causes a blunt expression that alienates others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the fluid systems, and tension or accidents to the head. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The name of &lt;b&gt;Hannah&lt;/b&gt; creates a friendly, sociable, charming nature, but causes you to be too easily influenced by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; While you find it easy to meet and mix, and can appear agreeable and compromising in conversation, you can become unbending and forceful if pressed too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Others learn that you cannot be told what to do and you seldom change your mind once it is made up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; You prefer situations that allow a degree of independence, but are reluctant to take on a demanding work-load or responsibility.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phylea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Although the name &lt;b&gt;Phylea&lt;/b&gt; creates the urge to be reliable and responsible, we emphasize that it limits your versatility and scope, tuning you to technical details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the elimination system, and through worry and mental tension. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your first name of &lt;b&gt;Phylea&lt;/b&gt; gives you the desire for responsibility and takes you into practical pursuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; You would excel in work of a technical nature where concentration and attention to detail are important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Whatever you undertake, you have the patience and determination to do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; You feel a sense of security in positions of responsibility where progress is made through systematic, step-by-step procedures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; However, you lack vision and you could become too involved in technical details, system, and routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; You do not readily adjust to changes in your routine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Although the name &lt;b&gt;Nana&lt;/b&gt; creates the urge to understand others, we point out that it causes you to be emotional and temperamental.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the fluid systems, liver and the bloodstream. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your first name of &lt;b&gt;Nana&lt;/b&gt; has given you a quick-minded, sensitive nature.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; It gives you a clever, creative ability in art, music, singing, or drama and an appreciation for refined surroundings.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Your sociable nature expresses affection, kindness, and thoughtfulness to the extent that it is difficult for you not to be affected by others and governed by your emotions, rather than by logic and reason.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; As you respond to love and encouragement from others, your romantic and dreamy nature can easily lead you into love affairs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from Carmel's multiply.&lt;br /&gt;I think Hannah doesn't suit me. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Comment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kabalarians.com/index.cfm"&gt;Try it for yourselves&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more time!&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;Trigbio finals ( I'm sooo going to fail)&lt;br /&gt;Zoo Finals (I hope to pass)&lt;br /&gt;Psysta1 (test paper, see you on wednesday)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-1875262095595458818?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1875262095595458818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=1875262095595458818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/1875262095595458818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/1875262095595458818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2007/12/hannah-phylea-and-stuff.html' title='Hannah, Phylea and Nana'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-2419740236240772177</id><published>2007-12-08T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T22:26:57.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalling</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am stalling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo tired of studying zoo. I'm not yet done. lol. I have 5 more chapters to read, but what the heck. I want to study math now. Hahahaha.. I'm going bonkers na. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of entry is this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;I'm in desperate need of peace and relaxation)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-2419740236240772177?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2419740236240772177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=2419740236240772177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/2419740236240772177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/2419740236240772177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2007/12/stalling.html' title='Stalling'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-237018205822858090</id><published>2007-12-07T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T19:32:45.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertain me</title><content type='html'>I didn't sleep for the lab exam. I really regret going to Eastwood and the airport. But I think not sleeping was worth it. I was really hard but I hope everything will pay off. I got a higher grade than what I had expected on zoolec. I'm really thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals are coming, I need to do better to make my grade higher. I really hate it when my parents look down on me. I don't like seeing them disappointed, It breaks my heart (ang drama ko). But seriously, I don't like things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo many things are happening, I'm really confused. While school work's doing fine, my insides are going whack. XD Hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-237018205822858090?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/237018205822858090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=237018205822858090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/237018205822858090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/237018205822858090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2007/12/entertain-me.html' title='Entertain me'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-450522923630124689</id><published>2007-12-02T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T18:56:13.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you wish upon a star..</title><content type='html'>Yeah, 'tis my wish list..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Milo ( or any Bape rubber shoes)&lt;br /&gt;Bape Rainbow Colored stars hoodie&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow patterned chucks&lt;br /&gt;Gold Nail polish&lt;br /&gt;N73&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;To pass ZOO!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Witch of Portobello (book)&lt;br /&gt;Solomon's Key (book)&lt;br /&gt;Nautical Dress&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow stripped knee high socks&lt;br /&gt;To lose weight&lt;br /&gt;Another book shelf&lt;br /&gt;Wish Bear plushie&lt;br /&gt;tokidoki bag&lt;br /&gt;jansport back pack (printed)&lt;br /&gt;PS3&lt;br /&gt;Loco Roco game (PSP)&lt;br /&gt;A new scientific calculator&lt;br /&gt;2gb USB&lt;br /&gt;another hello kitty bag&lt;br /&gt;strawberries&lt;br /&gt;a vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;sleep&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broken heart printed chucks (gray and pink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;hello kitty umbrella&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blue and green contacts&lt;br /&gt;shades that would suit me&lt;br /&gt;photoshop CS3&lt;br /&gt;a new digicam (sony/canon/olympus)&lt;br /&gt;To become DL! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;All of Urbandub's albums&lt;br /&gt;Saosin CD&lt;br /&gt;My own personal slave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything to add. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I'll put MORE later..&lt;br /&gt;I have to study for ZOO.&lt;br /&gt;I've been stalling for 2 hours already hahaha.. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-450522923630124689?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/450522923630124689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=450522923630124689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/450522923630124689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/450522923630124689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-you-wish-upon-star.html' title='When you wish upon a star..'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-8112950834318782089</id><published>2007-11-26T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T03:27:09.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>Yey! We're done with C1, but more of zoology to come. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only Monday and I really feel tired, I don't know why.  I'm not myself today, I'm not in my happy-touchy-feely mood. I haven't bitten anyone since last week (T-T). I'm really not myself.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yes, I'm insane)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-8112950834318782089?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8112950834318782089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=8112950834318782089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/8112950834318782089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/8112950834318782089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2007/11/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-1150320794210281357</id><published>2007-11-20T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T22:29:56.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Akala mo ikaw lang ha!</title><content type='html'>Sa tingin mo ba ikaw lamang ang may karapatan na magsalita ng ganyan? Hahaha. Nagpapatawa ka 'ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga salitang nagbabadya ng madilim na tunguin, akala mo ikaw lang?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakikita ko na ang  iyong tunay na kulay.&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga salita mo dinaraan&lt;br /&gt;akin nama'y gagantihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarili na lamang ang laging iniisip,&lt;br /&gt;kapwa nama'y nakakalimutan.&lt;br /&gt;Alam mo naman na mas nakatataas ka sa amin,&lt;br /&gt;ngunit mas lalo mo pa kaming pinagmumukhang tanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aanhin pa ang mga abilidad na natanggap mula sa Panginoon&lt;br /&gt;kung sa pagmamayabang lamang gagamitin.&lt;br /&gt;Tulong na lamang ang hinihingi ng iba&lt;br /&gt;babaliwalain pa ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'wag mong sisihin ang iba kung bakit nilalayuan ka nila..&lt;br /&gt;Tingnan mo ang salamin at malalaman mo rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Hahaha ang bobo ko na mag tagalog.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Sir Yap!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-1150320794210281357?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1150320794210281357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=1150320794210281357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/1150320794210281357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/1150320794210281357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2007/11/akala-mo-ikaw-lang-ha.html' title='Akala mo ikaw lang ha!'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-7908080570727077227</id><published>2007-11-19T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T02:45:41.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>/wrist</title><content type='html'>/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;startrant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;committing&lt;/span&gt; suicide. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. This whole term's hell, and I don't need this. I want my first term to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is second term hell?&lt;br /&gt;1) FROGS (and soon Cats)&lt;br /&gt;2) Low Grades&lt;br /&gt;3) Lack of Sleep&lt;br /&gt;4) My rainbow is gone, it's all blacks and whites&lt;br /&gt;5) My sister&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Worrying&lt;/span&gt; about my parents.&lt;br /&gt;7) Kaspil1&lt;br /&gt;8) "The break up"&lt;br /&gt;9) I miss my TWELVE (soooo much multiplied by infinity!) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I going to help my parents? Having low grades would'nt get me a scholarship 'ya know?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm living my hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need someone to put a smile on my face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/endrant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-7908080570727077227?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/7908080570727077227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=7908080570727077227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/7908080570727077227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/7908080570727077227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2007/11/wrist.html' title='/wrist'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-6868380759827638259</id><published>2007-11-05T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T04:38:38.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>itag</title><content type='html'>I got this from China's multiply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES&lt;br /&gt;Pick your birth month.&lt;br /&gt;- Strike out anything that doesn't apply to you. (mine is in red.)&lt;br /&gt;- Bold the five-ten that best apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;- Copy to your own journal, with all twelve months under a lj-cut. (what’s this?)&lt;br /&gt;- Tag 12 people from your friends list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Suave and compromising.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Careful, cautious and organized.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Likes to point out people's mistakes.&lt;/span&gt; Likes to criticize. &lt;strong&gt;Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well.&lt;/strong&gt; Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. &lt;strong&gt;Loyal but not always honest.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Does work well.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Very confident&lt;/span&gt;. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. &lt;strong&gt;Able to motivate oneself&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Understanding.&lt;/strong&gt; Fun to be around. &lt;strong&gt;Secretive.&lt;/strong&gt; Loves leisure and traveling. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hardly shows emotions.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Tends to bottle up feelings.&lt;/strong&gt; Very choosy, especially in relationships. &lt;strong&gt;Systematic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itag&lt;br /&gt;Nikki Arellano&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse Laureles&lt;br /&gt;Grace Florencio&lt;br /&gt;Junius Diaz&lt;br /&gt;Kat Gomez&lt;br /&gt;Justine See&lt;br /&gt;Jido Ramirez&lt;br /&gt;Trisha O'leary&lt;br /&gt;April Roque&lt;br /&gt;Carmel Josef&lt;br /&gt;Raisa Perez&lt;br /&gt;Angel Lorilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the birth months along with the characteristics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANUARY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people's flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEBRUARY: Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCH: Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APRIL: Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE: Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST: Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride in oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER: Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people's mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER: Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOVEMBER: Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER: Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egotistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8697369645253646204-6868380759827638259?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6868380759827638259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=6868380759827638259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/6868380759827638259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/6868380759827638259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2007/11/itag.html' title='itag'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-5742587048054282718</id><published>2007-10-15T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T06:40:52.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncomfortable Survey</title><content type='html'>THE UNCOMFORTABLE SURVEY. (lets see if&lt;br /&gt;you can get through it. if not, you're&lt;br /&gt;too scared about your past)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shortest relationship:&lt;br /&gt;8 days! RAWR! Beat that! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How many boyfriends/girlfrien ds have&lt;br /&gt;told you they love you?&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Have you ever thought that you were&lt;br /&gt;going to marry the person you were&lt;br /&gt;dating?&lt;br /&gt;Once..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Have you ever loved someone so much&lt;br /&gt;that it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Have you ever made a boyfriend or&lt;br /&gt;girlfriend cry?&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Are you happier single or in a&lt;br /&gt;relationship?&lt;br /&gt;It's nice/ happy to be single. But being with someone special is waaay beyond being happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Have you ever been cheated on?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, yes. But I was aware of it.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What is your favorite thing about the&lt;br /&gt;opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Have you ever had your heart broken?:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, a lot (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Have you ever broken someone's heart?:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Talk to any of your exes?:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, in a civil way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If you could go back in time and&lt;br /&gt;change things to where you could still&lt;br /&gt;be with one of your ex's, would you?&lt;br /&gt;No, Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Think any of your ex's feel the same&lt;br /&gt;way?:&lt;br /&gt;I really don't care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do you believe that you are a good&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend or girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;No, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Have you dated people who were not&lt;br /&gt;good to you?:&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Have you dated someone older then&lt;br /&gt;..you?:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Younger?:&lt;br /&gt;In your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-D o you believe everyone deserves a&lt;br /&gt;second chance?&lt;br /&gt;Depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;Nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ever dated two people at once?&lt;br /&gt;Nevah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do you want to get married?:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do you have something to say to any&lt;br /&gt;of your exes?&lt;br /&gt;Ewwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ever stolen someone's boyfriend or&lt;br /&gt;girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ever liked someone else's boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;or girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Does heartbreak really feel as bad as&lt;br /&gt;it sounds?:&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Are you looking for a boyfriend or gf?&lt;br /&gt;No. I'm with someone na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Got this from a friendster bulletine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-5742587048054282718?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/5742587048054282718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=5742587048054282718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/5742587048054282718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/5742587048054282718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2007/10/uncomfortable-survey.html' title='Uncomfortable Survey'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-167454733639720048</id><published>2007-10-12T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T01:29:18.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[insert title here]</title><content type='html'>Let this blog entry,&lt;br /&gt;be a mystery,&lt;br /&gt;for I am too lazy,&lt;br /&gt;and way too dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-167454733639720048?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/167454733639720048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=167454733639720048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/167454733639720048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/167454733639720048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2007/10/insert-title-here.html' title='[insert title here]'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-4519416742926007997</id><published>2007-10-05T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T02:45:06.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being with God and the next day Hell</title><content type='html'>We had our LASARE1, it's the la sallian recollection. It's your usual recollection but with a lot of fun stuff. Aside from the activities, we has a couple of students from ISA. They made the recollection not so boring. Hahaha. LASARE1 ended with a mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**La Salle won!&lt;br /&gt;Bye UE. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, how ironic. We had this looong exam in zoo lab. It was hard! T-T especially the theoretical part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE DL.&lt;br /&gt;T-T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-4519416742926007997?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/4519416742926007997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=4519416742926007997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/4519416742926007997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/4519416742926007997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2007/10/being-with-god-and-next-day-hell.html' title='Being with God and the next day Hell'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-5060525637410190913</id><published>2007-09-26T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T03:00:24.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom ate me.</title><content type='html'>Yeah. BOREDOM ate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a math test today. I hope I pass. I want to make up for the 1.0 I got last term. Mrs. Lundag seems good naman. I'm really confused if I should pass my candidacy form for the SK elections. Gah! It's making my head hurt. Lab's making my head hurt too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Edit&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, forgot something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home with Jazz and Kaye today. It was my first time to ride the LRT1 to Doroteo Jose and walk a long way to LRT2. Hahahaha. Jazz said we could see the Andrew Bldg and the Sports Complex when we're on the LRT2 on the way to V. Mapa station. I couldn't see the buildings it was foggy. Maybe some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed my blog skin. I'm into fairytales. I have read alot of retelling of fairytales. Most of the books I borrowed was from ANDRIA. (Thanks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the List:&lt;br /&gt;Golden: It's like Rapunzel&lt;br /&gt;Water Song: The Frog Prince (I'm currently reading this one.)&lt;br /&gt;Midnight Pearls: My favorite, it's like the little mermaid.&lt;br /&gt;The Storyteller's Daughter: Arabian Nights&lt;br /&gt;Beauty Sleep: Sleeping Beauty (Duh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot the others. ^^;;&lt;br /&gt;(yeah I'm a bookworm/freak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**another edit&lt;br /&gt;La Salle lost to ADMU by 1 point.&lt;br /&gt;Knock out game on Sunday. :3&lt;br /&gt;There's still hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-5060525637410190913?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/5060525637410190913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=5060525637410190913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/5060525637410190913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/5060525637410190913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2007/09/boredom-ate-me.html' title='Boredom ate me.'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-5268006820971104299</id><published>2007-09-22T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T04:33:56.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uberly Late updating</title><content type='html'>SORRY, I haven't been updating my blog because of some issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My laptop was destroyed by my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story behind it: (making the long story short)&lt;br /&gt;The so called "Hell week" last term was nearing and I had to study. So I didn't use the laptop for at most 2 weeks. After Hell week was over, I got the urge to do laptop-whoring ( if you know what I mean, lol). When I lifted the monitor of my laptop, an army of ants welcomed me. I was furious and I know that something inside of my laptop got eaten or something. I turned the laptop on and guess what? I can't type my password because the keyboard's busted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My cellphone was destroyed by my sister.&lt;br /&gt;3. I got kicked out of my room. ( by my sister's request)&lt;br /&gt;4. I didn't get to watch the FOB concert (yeah, thanks to my sister)&lt;br /&gt;5. And yes my sister has issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the mayhem in our house, school had it's downside this term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY SCHEDULE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;9:20-10:20 TREDONE (Religion Class with Ms. Peracullo)&lt;br /&gt;10:30-11:30 PSYSTA1 (An interesting Statistics class)&lt;br /&gt;12:50-2:20 ZOOLONE (I want BOTATWO with Ms. Agoo)&lt;br /&gt;2:30-5:30 LBYBIO1 (Dissecting time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;8:00-9:30 TRIGBIO (I don't hate math that much na)&lt;br /&gt;9:40-11:10 KASPIL1 (C.D.O.G.)&lt;br /&gt;1:00-3:00 FWTEAMS (Volleyball, Yeah! Let's burn those baby fats!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;br /&gt;9:20-10:20 TREDONE &lt;br /&gt;10:30-11:30 PSYSTA1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;8:00-9:30 TRIGBIO &lt;br /&gt;9:40-11:10 KASPIL1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;**See monday schedule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-5268006820971104299?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/5268006820971104299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=5268006820971104299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/5268006820971104299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/5268006820971104299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2007/09/uberly-late-updating.html' title='Uberly Late updating'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-2723847853847869545</id><published>2007-08-21T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T03:46:34.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a tuesday but not really.</title><content type='html'>It's a Tuesday but not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the super typhoon Egay our schedule in school got mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday=Monday Schedule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NTROPSY&lt;br /&gt;We discussed alot about social psych today. As usual NTROPSY = Laugh trip.&lt;br /&gt;And I need more CBE people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRITHIN&lt;br /&gt;Franz assumed that there's no crithin!&lt;br /&gt;He was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Fallacies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOTAONE&lt;br /&gt;Quiz of hell.&lt;br /&gt;The quiz was sooo hard.&lt;br /&gt;"SAYANG UNG PINAGARALAN KO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LBYBIOA&lt;br /&gt;Practical: &lt;br /&gt;Another quiz from hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written:&lt;br /&gt;Hard but easier than the previous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noo moore sembreak??&lt;br /&gt;D;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-2723847853847869545?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2723847853847869545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=2723847853847869545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/2723847853847869545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/2723847853847869545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-tuesday-but-not-really.html' title='It&apos;s a tuesday but not really.'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-8524166861739679126</id><published>2007-08-17T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:58:29.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag you're it!</title><content type='html'>I got this from&lt;a href="http://nightygal.multiply.com/"&gt;a HTG person,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ragdolls.multiply.com/"&gt;Oh-so-adorable-Rory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 8 facts about yourself, you share 8 things that your readers don't know about you.Then at the end you tag 8 other bloggers to keep the fun going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Each blogger must post these rules first.&lt;br /&gt;* Each blogger starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;* Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;* At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;* Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm a FAN GIRL of almost all jpop/jrock band or singer. WOOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Is irritated by my last name, Phylea.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;**I always get comment like "it sound like phylum", "Cool name, how do you pronounce it?", "Oh, it's pronounced as Fi-le-ya so it's like fish fillet?" D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I was diagnosed by my NTROPSY group to have Obsessive Compulsive Personalit Disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm addicted to everything sweet, that's why I'm so fattt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I twitch when I hear or say "modified" *twitch*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I can do a fishy face. But then again it's a piggy face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I like to bite.... people's arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I miss my HS friends and twelve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itag&lt;br /&gt;April Roque&lt;br /&gt;Grace Florencio&lt;br /&gt;Nikki Arellano&lt;br /&gt;Junius Diaz&lt;br /&gt;Raisa Perez&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse Laureles&lt;br /&gt;Jido Ramirez&lt;br /&gt;Kat Gomez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-8524166861739679126?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8524166861739679126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=8524166861739679126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/8524166861739679126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/8524166861739679126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2007/08/tag-youre-it.html' title='Tag you&apos;re it!'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-1362038530372585340</id><published>2007-08-02T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T22:02:18.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness XD</title><content type='html'>Be Warned.&lt;br /&gt;This post is filled with random stuff. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Classes! Woot!&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping, eating and watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I'll study and do stuff tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;UPCAT + My cousin (miggy)= O___O&lt;br /&gt;I have been watching videos on youtube&lt;br /&gt;Youtube+jrock+me = NONSTOP FAN GIRL-ing&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I wish CARMY a very happy birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;HABURDEI!&lt;br /&gt;Blow out!! Wooot! XD&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;More to come!&lt;br /&gt;DERECHO SANTUGON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" alt="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/74/51/71/745171_814141b93b2b64kh274p27.JPG" width="499" height="297" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud! I look like boa kwon! WooT!&lt;br /&gt;I have anothe myheritage collage on my friendster account!&lt;br /&gt;WOOOT! I look like boa kwon!! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-1362038530372585340?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1362038530372585340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=1362038530372585340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/1362038530372585340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/1362038530372585340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2007/08/randomness-xd.html' title='Randomness XD'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-1461496333366931653</id><published>2007-08-01T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T23:41:03.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super duper late</title><content type='html'>I'm in my tita's condo unit. Haha. Just got out from school, but I need to go back for *ugh* modified PE! Eww. I hope Kat doesn't forget to water the plants for our botalab thing. XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice!&lt;br /&gt;There's no class tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put more when I go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-1461496333366931653?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1461496333366931653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=1461496333366931653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/1461496333366931653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/1461496333366931653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2007/08/super-duper-late.html' title='Super duper late'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-7382178180787392023</id><published>2007-07-03T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T02:01:46.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot!</title><content type='html'>One word&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;. Jazz wore a pink shirt, pink chucks and a pink cap, he also brought a pink bag. And speaking of pink bags, China and I, used pink bags. Ms. Manlangit came in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;early&lt;/span&gt;,as usual, and started the class with a prayer then a review for the quiz ( I'm so going to fail that one). After anthrop, was math. We continued the discussion of the assignment and opened a new lesson (argh, RADICALS, Nooo!). We were given a looooong hw about radicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANTHROP&lt;br /&gt;Jazz=Pink=gay D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATH111&lt;br /&gt;Marco+Math= Weird sounds&lt;br /&gt;Marco after math= Mask rider! XD and Ultra man!&lt;br /&gt;Marco+Justine= GAGO XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-7382178180787392023?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/7382178180787392023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=7382178180787392023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/7382178180787392023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/7382178180787392023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2007/07/woot.html' title='Woot!'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-6894986177558244874</id><published>2007-06-30T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T06:35:14.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What does your name mean?</title><content type='html'>I got this from Angeline. XD&lt;br /&gt;spell it! try this. fun. fun. fun. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - likes to drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - likes people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - wild and crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D - great personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E - good kisser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F - people adore you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G - decisive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H - good personality and looks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I - loves everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J - lives life for fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K - silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - loved by everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M -makes dating fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N - drop dead sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O - best in bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P - popular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q - hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R - fucking crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S - easy to fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T - loyal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U - loves to chill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V - not judgmental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W - broadminded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X - assertive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y - best girlfriend/boyfriend ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z - always ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for my name. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H - good personality and looks&lt;br /&gt;A - likes to drink ( I like chocolate drinks!)&lt;br /&gt;N - drop dead sexy &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(woot!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - likes to drink ( I like chocolate drinks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P - popular (ORLY?!)&lt;br /&gt;H - good personality and looks&lt;br /&gt;Y - best girlfriend/boyfriend ever&lt;br /&gt;L - loved by everyone&lt;br /&gt;E - good kisser (WTF?!)&lt;br /&gt;A - likes to drink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-6894986177558244874?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6894986177558244874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=6894986177558244874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/6894986177558244874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/6894986177558244874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-does-your-name-mean.html' title='What does your name mean?'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-7610729725359728680</id><published>2007-06-29T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T02:48:36.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='botany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><title type='text'>Brain dead</title><content type='html'>My day started of well, got to school, met up with Franz, and did an experiment with upper classmen. They called us "specimens" hahaha! :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NTROPSY(9:20-10:20)&lt;br /&gt;Sir Ron came in and noticed that the room was half full. Almost everyone did the extra credit thing. We waited for the others and started the activity. Carlo was not there T-T our group had a tough time with the activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRITHIN (10:30-11:30)&lt;br /&gt;The prof came in and started the lecture, we were ask to hear a talk for extra credit but I can't for some personal reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAK (11:30-12:50) The lunch break from hell.&lt;br /&gt;6th floor with Franz, Then off to STRC for a nice quiet environment for review. But the usual my-brain-can't-take-it-anymore reactions from people started to blurt out as soon as they arrived in the room. My usual moment of my-brain-is-turning-into-mush-trisha-help is starting to infect everyone as well. Then Ms. Agoo came in (This is it! I'm so going to fail! T-T).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOTAONE-LAB (12:50-3:30)&lt;br /&gt;A brief yet complicated lecture/review on Glycolisis and Kreb's cycle then the "quiz" started. We have to compute for how many ATPs were produced in the two processes then I went like... .... .... .... T-T. I didn't study about the freakin' ATPs T-T I resorted to guessing. T-T after the "quiz", Ms. Agoo gave us a few minutes to review for the Theoretical part of the lab exam. After 10 mins, the exam started. I was sooo hard! I went ... ... ... again! I was like BLANK! But I got sure answers to some items in the test. The best is yet to come, THE PRACTICAL TEST! Ms. Chona was our "proctor" (Yey!) I liked the practical test because I was used to the kind of test the bell will go ting! and you'll go to another station. After the Ting! test we talked about the test, the upper classmen in our section had difficulty too. T-T meaning that the test was really hard. T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Hana!! Reality check! Your in college now! MOVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-7610729725359728680?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/7610729725359728680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=7610729725359728680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/7610729725359728680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/7610729725359728680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2007/06/brain-dead.html' title='Brain dead'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-5598323124833715983</id><published>2007-06-27T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T02:14:43.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psych majors? NOT?! (Block Pic day! CANCELLED!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/RoJcgShJLVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8vAkGiRBaKk/s1600-h/kiddie+retards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/RoJcgShJLVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8vAkGiRBaKk/s320/kiddie+retards.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080725039423761746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hahaha The caption says it all. BLOCK PIC day, THEME: Kiddie Hahaha.. Lawrence made all of us laugh! &gt;.&lt; (Thanks Rory for the pic!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-5598323124833715983?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/5598323124833715983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=5598323124833715983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/5598323124833715983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/5598323124833715983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2007/06/psych-majors-not-block-pic-day.html' title='Psych majors? NOT?! (Block Pic day! CANCELLED!)'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/RoJcgShJLVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8vAkGiRBaKk/s72-c/kiddie+retards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-1392351411045909671</id><published>2007-06-26T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T05:39:03.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-_'/><title type='text'>The half of first term</title><content type='html'>NTROPSY (MWF 9:20-10:20)&lt;br /&gt;-This subject's so interesting at the same time fun!&lt;br /&gt;-I realized that we understand the different psychological perspectives without us knowing. ( We can all be psychologists! Wooot!)&lt;br /&gt;-I touched a human brain. XD hahaha I was fun! But the formalin part wasn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRTIHIN (MWF 10:30-11:30)&lt;br /&gt;- Jayjay of the bloomfields attends this class! XD&lt;br /&gt;- Crititcal thinking made my head hurt.&lt;br /&gt;- Got to love those buffer points!&lt;br /&gt;- Make marijuana legal? &lt;br /&gt;- Group works with upper classmen is so sweet! :3&lt;br /&gt;- Butterfly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOTAONE (MF 12:50-2:20)&lt;br /&gt;- A lot of people are asleep. &lt;br /&gt;- Another day with the projector!&lt;br /&gt;- Notes, Notes and more notes&lt;br /&gt;- IVLE!&lt;br /&gt;- Plants!&lt;br /&gt;- The memories of 2nd year bio.&lt;br /&gt;- Doodles and scribbles.&lt;br /&gt;- Justine's green jokes. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LBYBIOA (MF 2:30-5:30)&lt;br /&gt;- Earl's toad&lt;br /&gt;- Test tubes are Jaycy's bestfriends!&lt;br /&gt;- The icky microscope.&lt;br /&gt;- Bonus points!&lt;br /&gt;- Hannah=Ben Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;- 2hrs to 5 days waiting time! T-T&lt;br /&gt;- BOREDOM&lt;br /&gt;- Walking keeps Franz' feet awake.&lt;br /&gt;- Lab gowns! Franz = Superman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTROANTRHOP (TH 8:00-9:30)&lt;br /&gt;-Ms. Manlangit!&lt;br /&gt;-Activities!&lt;br /&gt;- Jaycy's training for soccer.&lt;br /&gt;-Garbology&lt;br /&gt;-Transformative learning&lt;br /&gt;-Film viewing.. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;-I need to wake up early!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATH111 (TH 9:40-11:10)&lt;br /&gt;- If you cancel terms you'll go to math hell&lt;br /&gt;- scratch papers&lt;br /&gt;- YELLOW PAD!&lt;br /&gt;- My brain turns into mush or it freezes&lt;br /&gt;- Everyone starts to complain about the room being too cold.&lt;br /&gt;- Careful with the signs&lt;br /&gt;- Expect homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FWDANCE (H 1:00-3:00)&lt;br /&gt;- I was able to attend 3 meetings&lt;br /&gt;- Warm ups were fun but very confusing. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;- It's not Cha-Cha but Cha-Cha-Cha.&lt;br /&gt;- Junee!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;- Pingpong desires with Andria.&lt;br /&gt;- John Lawrence= Borgy= Richie= Chupa Chups?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOD PE (H 5:00-7:00)&lt;br /&gt;- Freaky&lt;br /&gt;- Pervs&lt;br /&gt;- Weird&lt;br /&gt;- Insane&lt;br /&gt;- I hate having scoliosis!&lt;br /&gt;- Lecture, Reporting, and Ball control&lt;br /&gt;- *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DURING LUNCH BREAK&lt;br /&gt;-La Casita (andrew 6ht floor/ Sports complex 2nd floor)&lt;br /&gt;-With Trisha, Minseun, Franz, Kat&lt;br /&gt;- "anong ulam mo?"&lt;br /&gt;- Apples&lt;br /&gt;- the unusual conversation&lt;br /&gt;- Crazy talks&lt;br /&gt;- Chocolates &lt;br /&gt;-"Wag ka ng mag aaral! Matalino ka na eh!" (to kat and franz!)&lt;br /&gt;- Aiko and Carl + US = INSANITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISMISSAL (LRT MRT)&lt;br /&gt;-With Franz, Kat and Rory&lt;br /&gt;-Mondays: It's okay.&lt;br /&gt;-Tuesdays: WHEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;-Wednesdays: WHEEE!! U BREAK!&lt;br /&gt;-Thursdays: I hate thursdays!!!!&lt;br /&gt;-Fridays: I hate it when it's pay day = DISASTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Too lazy to form paragraphs&lt;br /&gt;I miss my HS friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-1392351411045909671?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1392351411045909671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=1392351411045909671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/1392351411045909671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/1392351411045909671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2007/06/half-of-first-term.html' title='The half of first term'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-4604121036748723551</id><published>2007-06-02T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T20:08:31.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Survey</title><content type='html'>1. ) Do you prefer to sleep or talk to&lt;br /&gt;a friend when it gets boring in class?&lt;br /&gt;- Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. )Do you wave hi with a smile or a&lt;br /&gt;serious face?&lt;br /&gt;» I guess wave with a smile. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) One thing that you like about your&lt;br /&gt;house?&lt;br /&gt;- The fact it's freaking scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.)The last time you cried, is it&lt;br /&gt;because of someone?&lt;br /&gt;- Obviously, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.)Chocolate ice cream or&lt;br /&gt;chocolate bar?&lt;br /&gt;- Chocolate bar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Rudest thing you have done&lt;br /&gt;to your teacher?&lt;br /&gt;- I want to forget about it! Dem you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) What's the good thing about&lt;br /&gt;schooling?&lt;br /&gt;- Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) last song u downloaded?&lt;br /&gt;- Last Bouquet - Gazette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.)Which part of your body is itchy&lt;br /&gt;and aching now?&lt;br /&gt;- My left foot. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) Worms or cockroaches?&lt;br /&gt;- Worms na lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. ) If you can have a choice, would&lt;br /&gt;you prefer to be friends or attached&lt;br /&gt;with someone you love now?&lt;br /&gt;- Attached with the one I LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) In one word, describe your day:&lt;br /&gt;- stressful? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) What website(s) do you have&lt;br /&gt;open?&lt;br /&gt;- blogger, gaia, imeem, friendster, multiply, miniclip (multitasking?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) you listen to music when you are..&lt;br /&gt;- doing something else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.) What song are you listening to&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;-Reila- Gazette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.) The latest news you've received?&lt;br /&gt;- news? Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.) Last clothing item you&lt;br /&gt;bought?&lt;br /&gt;- A shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.) Name 5 things you have around&lt;br /&gt;you:- Laptop, a bunch of blank cds, pen and paper, note book, melody's bio book, worksheets, a bag of doritos. XD&lt;br /&gt;hahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.) What item you can't live without?&lt;br /&gt;- water? my pillow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.) Who can't you live without?&lt;br /&gt;» My family, and friends, DHE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.)State the date, day and time at&lt;br /&gt;this moment:&lt;br /&gt;» June 3, 2007, Sunday, 11:05 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.)What do people think when they&lt;br /&gt;first meet you?&lt;br /&gt;» Masungit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.) What color is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;» Dark brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.) Natural/dyed?&lt;br /&gt;» natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.) What was the last book you&lt;br /&gt;bought?&lt;br /&gt;- Paolo Coelho's The Devil and Miss Prym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.) Do you like answering&lt;br /&gt;surveys?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.) Last thing you did?&lt;br /&gt;- took a bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.) Two things that some people don't&lt;br /&gt;know about you?&lt;br /&gt;- I'm paranoid most of the time and my middle name's Austria XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. )Are you a frequent user of&lt;br /&gt;Friendster?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-4604121036748723551?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/4604121036748723551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=4604121036748723551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/4604121036748723551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/4604121036748723551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-survey.html' title='Another Survey'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-8922211491553070950</id><published>2007-06-02T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T19:55:37.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Do you still talk with the first&lt;br /&gt;person you loved?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, but it annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever seen your best friend&lt;br /&gt;naked?&lt;br /&gt;- No. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you obsessed with someone?&lt;br /&gt;- I think so. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is the best thing about your&lt;br /&gt;job?&lt;br /&gt;- As a student? Hmmm... I really don't know &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;- Doritos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Did you get any compliments today?&lt;br /&gt;- I'm home alone, so who will give me compliments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Where are you going on your next&lt;br /&gt;vacation?&lt;br /&gt;- Vacation? Hmmm.. Get as much sleep as I can! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When was the&lt;br /&gt;last time you kissed someone?&lt;br /&gt;- Yesterday. Pio's chubby cheeks! :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;br /&gt;Are most of your friends guys or&lt;br /&gt;girls?&lt;br /&gt;- girls! I came from an all girls school. ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. do you own furniture from IKEa?&lt;br /&gt;- IKEa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.What kind of a car do you drive?&lt;br /&gt;- I really want a Mazda3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If you could have one superpower&lt;br /&gt;what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- Manipulate time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you took a long&lt;br /&gt;drive? &lt;br /&gt;- With my dad? 2 weeks ago? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What's your favorite fragrance?&lt;br /&gt;- Romantic Wish by Victoria's Secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is your least favorite sound?&lt;br /&gt;- Ticking of clocks!! ARGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Are you moody?&lt;br /&gt;- At times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What's your favorite movie of all&lt;br /&gt;time?&lt;br /&gt;- FF7 Advent Children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;toilet papered someone's house?&lt;br /&gt;-Uh, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Have you ever liked someone but&lt;br /&gt;never told them?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Have you ever had a crush on your&lt;br /&gt;brother/sister's friend?&lt;br /&gt;- my cousin's friend, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Have you ever gone to a nude&lt;br /&gt;beach? &lt;br /&gt;- No, I'm not insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Have you ever gone streaking?&lt;br /&gt;- No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Have you ever had a stalker?&lt;br /&gt;- I will never know. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. How many hours a day do you watch&lt;br /&gt;TV?&lt;br /&gt;- I seldom watch tv. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you ever gone to a party?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Have you ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Have you ever thrown up from&lt;br /&gt;working out?&lt;br /&gt;- No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Have you ever gotten a haircut so&lt;br /&gt;bad that you wore a hat?&lt;br /&gt;- No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Have you ever eaten 3 meals&lt;br /&gt;from 3 different fast food restaurants&lt;br /&gt;in one day?&lt;br /&gt;- No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What was the last song you&lt;br /&gt;listened to?&lt;br /&gt;- Blue Train by Asian Kung Fu Generation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Have you ever slept with one of&lt;br /&gt;your co-workers?&lt;br /&gt;- No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What one item do you never leave&lt;br /&gt;home without?&lt;br /&gt;- Money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Who was the last person who called&lt;br /&gt;you?&lt;br /&gt;- Kuya Anton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who was the last person who texted&lt;br /&gt;you?&lt;br /&gt;- Macmac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. When was the last time you slept&lt;br /&gt;for 12 hours straight?&lt;br /&gt;- 3 weeks ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What did you do yesterday? &lt;br /&gt;- Researched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What are your plans for tonight?&lt;br /&gt;- Research some more, study then sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What are your plans for the&lt;br /&gt;weekend?&lt;br /&gt;- Next Weekend? Hopefully there won't be as much work load, I'll sleep. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Who will repost this survey?&lt;br /&gt;- Anyone who would like to answer this survey. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-8922211491553070950?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8922211491553070950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=8922211491553070950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/8922211491553070950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/8922211491553070950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2007/06/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8697369645253646204.post-4096483488762958145</id><published>2007-06-02T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T07:52:32.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>Two names you go by:&lt;br /&gt;1. Hana&lt;br /&gt;2. Nana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you're wearing right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. shirt&lt;br /&gt;2. shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you want in a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;1. Communication&lt;br /&gt;2. Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of your favorite things to do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Read&lt;br /&gt;2. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you want at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;1. Peace&lt;br /&gt;2. More clohtes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two pets you've had:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dog&lt;br /&gt;2. Gold Fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you did last night:&lt;br /&gt;1. Encoded notes&lt;br /&gt;2. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you ate today:&lt;br /&gt;1. Doritos&lt;br /&gt;2. Dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people you last talked to:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ate Gay&lt;br /&gt;2. Kuya Anton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you're going to do tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;1. Research&lt;br /&gt;2. Study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two favorite holidays:&lt;br /&gt;1. Christmas&lt;br /&gt;2. Labor Day?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two favorite beverages:&lt;br /&gt;1. Watermelon Shake&lt;br /&gt;2. C2 Lemon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two favorite TV shows:&lt;br /&gt;1. Laguna Beach&lt;br /&gt;2. Gokusen 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two favorite food:&lt;br /&gt;1. Chocolates&lt;br /&gt;2. more chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of your least favorite things to do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Riding an overly packed train&lt;br /&gt;2. Going home late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NAMES THAT FRIENDS CALL YOU:&lt;br /&gt;-- Hana&lt;br /&gt;-- Nana&lt;br /&gt;-- Ate Hana XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU'VE DONE IN THE LAST 33 MINUTES:&lt;br /&gt;-- Texted&lt;br /&gt;-- Drank water&lt;br /&gt;-- Encoded a part of this so called survey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU'RE AFRAID OF:&lt;br /&gt;-- Cockroaches (flying cockroaches)&lt;br /&gt;-- Losing my family&lt;br /&gt;-- Humiliation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE IMPORTANT THINGS IN MY LIFE:&lt;br /&gt;-- family and friends&lt;br /&gt;-- reputation&lt;br /&gt;-- clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS:&lt;br /&gt;-- GAZETTE&lt;br /&gt;-- Saosin&lt;br /&gt;-- Urbandub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS TO BE HAPPY: (My way!)&lt;br /&gt;-- Chocolates&lt;br /&gt;-- Dhe&lt;br /&gt;-- Dhe XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT PRESENT:&lt;br /&gt;-- Reila&lt;br /&gt;-- Seven Years&lt;br /&gt;-- New Tattoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU MISS FROM YOUR PAST:&lt;br /&gt;-- Classmates from bridget&lt;br /&gt;-- Twelve&lt;br /&gt;-- My feeling of security&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE GIFTS YOU WOULD LIKE TO RECEIVE:&lt;br /&gt;-- Money&lt;br /&gt;-- MP3 player&lt;br /&gt;-- Clothea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;- Reading&lt;br /&gt;- Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;- Writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO FORHOLIDAY:&lt;br /&gt;-- Japan&lt;br /&gt;-- Morong&lt;br /&gt;-- The Moon XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CARTOON CHARACTERS:&lt;br /&gt;-- Astroboy&lt;br /&gt;-- Mario&lt;br /&gt;-- Keropi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE BOY'S NAMES:&lt;br /&gt;-- Johnlee&lt;br /&gt;-- Miggy&lt;br /&gt;-- Tom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE GIRL'S NAMES:&lt;br /&gt;-- Megan&lt;br /&gt;-- Andrea&lt;br /&gt;-- Valerie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:-&lt;br /&gt;- Finish my studies&lt;br /&gt;- To travel around the world&lt;br /&gt;- To fulfill my life's purpose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8697369645253646204-4096483488762958145?l=gazetteislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/feeds/4096483488762958145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8697369645253646204&amp;postID=4096483488762958145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/4096483488762958145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8697369645253646204/posts/default/4096483488762958145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazetteislove.blogspot.com/2007/06/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>Phylea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015204088412517612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uenj-L1hsRc/SKaHZQT7DTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZId3uCrqZW4/S220/new-009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
