<?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-14307923</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:23:54.770+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingaly Yours</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-114277377097373395</id><published>2006-03-19T21:57:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T22:16:17.760+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1.tinypic.com/rs7di1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been wondering what makes lj so special, so I decided to try it out. No one hops in here anyway. Ciao. ^__^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-114277377097373395?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/114277377097373395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=114277377097373395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/114277377097373395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/114277377097373395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2006/03/moved.html' title='Moved!'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1.tinypic.com/rs7di1_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-114260511553875934</id><published>2006-03-17T23:15:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T23:18:35.556+09:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a alt="elouai's doll maker 3" href="http://elouai.com/doll-makers/new-dollmaker.php?reload=true&amp;sex=girl&amp;background=0000&amp;elements=0000&amp;wings=0019&amp;base=0001&amp;boystockings=0000&amp;boyshoes=0249&amp;boyskirt=0200&amp;boytop=0015&amp;boytwopiece=0000&amp;girlstockings=0033&amp;girlshoes=0345&amp;girlskirt=0603&amp;girltop=0378&amp;girltwopiece=0000&amp;head=0060&amp;mouth=0067&amp;nose=0011&amp;eyebrows=0072&amp;eyes=0104&amp;face=0052&amp;makeup=0000&amp;earings=0000&amp;glasses=0000&amp;hair=1057&amp;scarf=0000&amp;boyfullbody=0000&amp;girlfullbody=0000&amp;hat=0210&amp;accessory1=0000&amp;pets1=0000&amp;pets2=0000&amp;accessory2=0000&amp;cover=0000&amp;namedoll="&gt;&lt;img alt="elouai's doll maker 3" border=0 src="http://elouai.com/doll-makers/link-doll.php?&amp;sex=girl&amp;background=0000&amp;elements=0000&amp;wings=0019&amp;base=0001&amp;boystockings=0000&amp;boyshoes=0249&amp;boyskirt=0200&amp;boytop=0015&amp;boytwopiece=0000&amp;girlstockings=0033&amp;girlshoes=0345&amp;girlskirt=0603&amp;girltop=0378&amp;girltwopiece=0000&amp;head=0060&amp;mouth=0067&amp;nose=0011&amp;eyebrows=0072&amp;eyes=0104&amp;face=0052&amp;makeup=0000&amp;earings=0000&amp;glasses=0000&amp;hair=1057&amp;scarf=0000&amp;boyfullbody=0000&amp;girlfullbody=0000&amp;hat=0210&amp;accessory1=0000&amp;pets1=0000&amp;pets2=0000&amp;accessory2=0000&amp;cover=0000&amp;namedoll="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Today is meh dad's b-day!!! Yestie was meh mum's!!! Happy "I am OLD" Day to the both of youz! Is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am tired and will not post anything else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-114260511553875934?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/114260511553875934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=114260511553875934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/114260511553875934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/114260511553875934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title='!!!'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-114239381184971383</id><published>2006-03-15T12:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T14:02:10.666+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Teh--------</title><content type='html'>ho-hum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY, March 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pts for computer. i had loads of fun doing the practical test. thank heavens the written one didn't push through. that reminds me... we still haven't taken the last test on chpater 2 and 3. anyhoozles, it's summer and nobody care anymore. meh "studied" with some of the fingals in the publications office. i predicted to milezy during recess that we'd eventually end up doing no studying and a lot of talking about suicide or jumping out the really low window in said office... came true! seriously. i am turning into a trelawney. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY, March 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chemish~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem was okay, easier than last grading's test. i sort of forgot what to do with the density though... solved for the mass whatsit, but i had no idea what to do with it afterwards. ah, well. i finished it, so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;health~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piece of cake. the facts t. suzette makes us memorize have a knack for sticking to my brain for some reason. sadly, i cannot say the same for chemistry and such. i spelled cuttelage whatsit wrong though. well, doi. i only discovered that i had stolen verai's notes in the morning and when your'e trying to study abortion while eating breakfast, nothing really sticks to your head on account of the constant near-puke related situations... that was a long sentence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingles~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it feels wrong, it's wrong- that's my motto. read it aloud and if it sounds wrong then it is... even when it's not. er... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY, March 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ss~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ss is always fun and you basically just have to reread everything. poof! you'll remember what has to be remembered when you have to. ^___^ i'll miss ss... and t. anne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clf~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i am not an erehe. i would not have survived that test if i was! i felt like self-help whatsit when i reread my answers for the last part, but this test was definitely easier than last grading's. needless to say, i didn't crack my skull trying to figure out what other good deeds i could "do" to nurture the culture of goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY, March 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flip~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when t. wendy told us that we only had to study 10 out of the *counts with fingers* bazillion chapters i was ecstatic- as in wheeeeeeeeeeee! flip was okay especially since i memorized the silly names of the maikling kwento authors. *sniggers* batungbakal... not that names have any effect on their genius. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teh. as in teh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot which baking ingredients needed to be packed or not, so i finished early and started adding shade to the penciled measuring cups. oh, and i also discovered that i'm an oatmeal cookie! *bites self* yum and ow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching seminarians dancing and singing their way into priesthood is fun. saw two rockstar guys. the shorter one dances better. saw a jamie whatsit who is actually donna's cousin. ho- hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------teh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in meh cousins' house for three days! tis fun there even if i'm all alone when they head off for college life. they have dsl, a WORKING dvd player, and lots of korean movies to choose from. just yesterday, i finished my k-film marathon with "My Tutor Friend". hahai. darn korean movies... fooling you that somewhere there's a guy willing to beat up a mob for you. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also watched "Crash" which was superb! poor anthony!!! he was only going to get his statuette of st. christopher when tommy aka "i'm so not racist, but i just shot a black guy" put some lead into his chest...*sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished "Pride and Prejudice" and i hate the ending. twas so bitin!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------- teh back to meh summer job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-114239381184971383?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/114239381184971383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=114239381184971383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/114239381184971383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/114239381184971383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2006/03/teh.html' title='Teh--------'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-114112842913621214</id><published>2006-02-28T20:32:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T21:33:42.813+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Go Breaking My Heart!</title><content type='html'>*points up* that's the song that ended the much saputed about class play production. first of, all i'd like to say I AM BEYOND SORRY to le Pahte and the Miggster for forgetting to mention them during the acknowledgement. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes!!! humana jud ang torcher. *hits Verai with a mic* in the morning i couldn't eat breakfast because i was so nervous about the play, but i was all smiles when i got into the classroom- save for a grimace that just had to show itself on account that i had just hauled a three large bags full of costumes and props suspended on two very heavy poles covered with 9 meters of equally heavy cloth. ah well... *ahem* my nerves attacked me again after lunch because everything was beyond disorganized. during the rehearsal, the actors kept on forgetting their lines, the "transition cloth" people looked lame as they dashed about the stage, and so on. maybe it was just my nerves that kept stabbing me with the words "we are SO not ready", but when the viola and sebastian (we were staging "Twelfth Night") started their i'm rich and shipwrecked scene, all  the bad vibahs left moi- most of them anyway. yay for the loss of bad vibahs! wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! *cough* where was i? ah, yes. kudos to the actors for their er... acting. though the mics were a bit annoying, they did pretty well with the muggle sonorus spell. kudos to the stage crew for er... crewing the stage... no, for being all blackish and quick-footed. ^__^ kudos to the light, sound, etc operator. kudos to the plants. kudos to the make-up artists, the designers, and everyone else! kudos to the photographers (before I forget again), scriptwriters, etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. KUDOS TO DIREK ORBITAL AND HER SMALL-EYEIOSITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUDOS TO THE ASSISTANT DIRECTORS!!! *bows, slips, and laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooooooer. it's over. no more 7-4 practices in mi casa (the 3rd time, i tell you, is not always the charm). no more gold paint to cover my hands with (farewell, Midas' Touch. no more people wrecking my room, although my bean bag will never sew itself up :-(. no more chances to shout the word "DOOR". no more "HOUSE RULES" tacked all over mi casa. no more play prod!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i all i have to do is watch le prods of le other secs. yep, it's finally my turn to sit back and RELAX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao, ma cheri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-114112842913621214?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/114112842913621214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=114112842913621214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/114112842913621214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/114112842913621214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2006/02/dont-go-breaking-my-heart.html' title='Don&apos;t Go Breaking My Heart!'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-114043073998917490</id><published>2006-02-20T18:54:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T19:37:54.356+09:00</updated><title type='text'>*munch*</title><content type='html'>2/17/06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ [b]PEACE CAMP 2006!!![/b] it wasn't as fun as i hope dit would be, but that's life for you&lt;br /&gt;+ before that i had to make-bantay over ickle sophies *evil cackle* i love being older: [i]"I DON'T THINK YOU NEED YOUR MOUTH TO WATCH THE MOVIE!!!" "PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSST!!!" "SIT PROPERLY!" "EXCUSE ME!!!" ""SHUT UP, FRIENDS"[/i]&lt;br /&gt;+ they were watching "Pay It Forward" and Bebang cried- again&lt;br /&gt;+ enjoyed telling people that Haley would die&lt;br /&gt;+ had to make-bantay over the freshies as well... once more with feeling: "PSST!!!"&lt;br /&gt;+ registered for le camp and categorized as a donkey... heehaw&lt;br /&gt;+ set up tent, but- alas!- there were [b]no pegs[/b]. stole one from a neighboring tent, so at least ONE corner didn't fly away&lt;br /&gt;+ had warm-ups, but most of the time i watched the leaders shake their thing, and helicopters, and butterflies...&lt;br /&gt;+ admired Choy Miranda's speech- and [b]his clothes[/b]. prayed to God, asking if i could steal them&lt;br /&gt;+ seriously. the donkey group was beyond [i]ignored[/i] by the peace camp populace. ach. heehaw&lt;br /&gt;+ le living rosary was cool. all shiny and living...&lt;br /&gt;+ slept at 12:30 ish because people were so [b]noisy[/b]. actually stepped out of le tent to scream, "PANGATOG NA MO!!!!!!!!!!" &lt;br /&gt;+ Patty was sick and crying all night. had to be all motherly and freeze to near-deathish for her sake. *adjusts halo*&lt;br /&gt;+ it started to [b]RAIN[/i] :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/18/06&lt;br /&gt;+ woke up at 5:30 and fixed le tent. did not know how and it got all muddy and gabrielle-doesn't-know-how-to-fix-me-like. sighers&lt;br /&gt;+ loved the "Crazy Frog" aerobic dance Carmel did. go JACS!&lt;br /&gt;+ hung out with the Fingals in Carport while i waited for my ride. Choco Chip Cookies and Snack Packs taste delish together. not at all fattening! XD&lt;br /&gt;+ went back to school mga 1:30 for the [i]12th[/i] practice. people arrived late, so most of my time was spent laughing at SheShe. not with... [b]AT[/b] the "Orbital"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/19/06&lt;br /&gt;+ [b]FAMILY DAY 2006!!![/b]&lt;br /&gt;+ only had two boy-scouting successes... wished Robert was there and even one wouldn't be so bad&lt;br /&gt;+ spent most of the morning going around without a friend by my side save for Mass that is&lt;br /&gt;+ lost in BINGO, but will never really feel the kind of pain Fiona did... *shuts up*&lt;br /&gt;+ saw my first Siberian Huskie!!!(sp?) King didn't count because he was part askal&lt;br /&gt;+ spent Php 95 on three scoops of ice cream. yay for ice cream and money that isn't mine!&lt;br /&gt;+ had dinner at Paradise and watched part of "Pride and Prejudice". kilig overdose. Mr. Bingley is so huggable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/20/06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&gt; SECRET!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-114043073998917490?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/114043073998917490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=114043073998917490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/114043073998917490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/114043073998917490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2006/02/munch.html' title='*munch*'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-114022254134558903</id><published>2006-02-18T09:20:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T09:29:01.353+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Shortyworty</title><content type='html'>MM told me last night, "Nawala na gyud ang  tunok sa akong mata!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more TERM PAPER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more ISP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more ENTAB CULMINATING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still so much to finish before this schoolyear ends, but I shall vent my folly later when I have a bag of chips and French onion dip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooohkay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will talk about Peace Camp in next post... @_@ First, I have to get some rest since, for two nights, i've only gotten seven hours of sleep combined. 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/14307923-114022254134558903?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/114022254134558903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=114022254134558903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/114022254134558903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/114022254134558903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2006/02/shortyworty.html' title='Shortyworty'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-113836984240170722</id><published>2006-01-27T21:50:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T22:53:07.203+09:00</updated><title type='text'>VANITYVANITYVANITY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://rockmyspace.com/apps/rockmyspace.swf?instanceid=6483684" quality="high" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#000000" width="426" height="320" name="rockmyspace" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="never" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://rockmyspace.com/imageshack.php" target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src="http://imageshack.us/img/iss4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhuhuhu. It wouldn't fit in the sidebar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-113836984240170722?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/113836984240170722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=113836984240170722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113836984240170722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113836984240170722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2006/01/vanityvanityvanity.html' title='VANITYVANITYVANITY!'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-113793348236677580</id><published>2006-01-22T20:44:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T21:46:19.680+09:00</updated><title type='text'>To Sneeze is BEAUTIFUL!</title><content type='html'>*sniffle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH. got sick last thursday, the day before the darn PEACE DAY. i was boiling and a bit weak that morning. hells bells. i considered foregoing the whole fandango in the name of good health, but mam was a chaperone and had to go(i think...). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...i arrived in school bundled up in a humongous red jacket, carrying a bag with nothing but my meds, lots of water, and thick book that i almost never took out. yes, i was living the dangerous life that day... cue eyeroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bus was a Natalie, all big and air-conditioned. it had a cool door that went all gshhhhhh-gshhhhhhhhh like the Darth Bus that it was. tres cool. there was also banner in the front with the words "St. Theresa's College High School Department DAY TOUR". hmph. they forgot to put in models of the month four-time winner etc. with a big fat III-B. oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first stop was at the house of Car Car's bigman aka MatMat the Chicharon-making Mayor. fresh off the pan deep-fried fat is delish, i tell you. simply sinful. the taho there was good as well, not full of lasawiosity like the ones sold near the school. MatMat is actually, *name withheld due to possible kidnapping-related reasons*'s uncle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next stop was at St. Catherine's Church, which was beautiful. Unfortunately, Lolo Bataclan wasn't there to give us free food. *sigh* the tiles in their office are exactly like the ones in St. Peter and Paul's in Bantayan. whoa. that's already two cousins if you include a church in Bohol that we visited last summer. okay, so i started getting hot again (did i ever stop? lmao) after some picture-taking. i had to stay in the bus whilst everyone checked the municipal hall. didn't even go out when the others were posing for a class pic in front of some white monument. tooooooooo weak. *cough*lazy*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had lunch in Bahay na Tisa, which is called so because it has mucho tiles, NOT because it's made of tisa wood as i had originally guessed. it's pretty is all. i didn't get the spooky vibe which, was strange, but vair much great. if i did, peeing alone would have been quite a challenge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, i got sicker, so i had to stay in the bus- again. everyone else was off to the Car Car's water-thing save for the driver/owner of Natalie, my dear mam, the travel agent, and Bri's mam. the last three talked about marriages and common friends and all the other stuff moms talk about. i pretended to sleep while listening to their chat, but i, eventually, dozed off any road. i woke up when my classmates arrived- about an hour later, i suppose. most of them patted my head when they passed by, like i was some kind of Sto. Niño. pity was my friend that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think... the next stop was the shoe market. didn't buy anything except for some Doublemint, which you don't exactly put on you feet. everyone gathered for one last class pic, before climbing back in Darth Bus and heading off to the Theotokos Shrine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was supposed to be a DANCING SUN, but maybe that was just the one-time miracle that made the STEEP hill a pilgrimage site. did i mention that it was perched atop a steeeeeeeeeeep hill? they should've carried me since i was sick and all. sadists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was another stop, but i slept through that... a sick Sam likes to live dangerously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few hours of bad karaoke skills (courtesy of my lovely classmates), more meds, and chika, we arrived at STC. and i...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREW UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got down. oh joy and flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following night, i woke up every hour to puke. yes, my body has some kind of sick clock. my throat started burning during the last four since i has pretty much given back my breakfast, dinner, and lunch before that. urgh. urgh. urgh. will stop now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling better now. i just have the canine-cough(aka coughing that sounds like a very sick dog's bark) and the sniffles. the skin under my nose is all red though. i finished a whole roll of tissue paper in one afternoon. sahd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will post pics soon! nyt all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-113793348236677580?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/113793348236677580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=113793348236677580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113793348236677580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113793348236677580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2006/01/to-sneeze-is-beautiful.html' title='To Sneeze is BEAUTIFUL!'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-113733649922802782</id><published>2006-01-15T23:21:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T00:22:08.740+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bum That I Am</title><content type='html'>Sinulog '06 is over! it's such a shame that i didn't even watch it on the telly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a party at my house. work galore for lil old me, but it was worth it. ate some dugo-dugo and scrumptious mango float. it was fun before the spawn of satan aka my little cousins annihilated my bean bag. poor beany was bleeding little styrofoam balls. huhuhu... Owi scratched my face and i am now disfigured. sadly, i don't have a male-version of Fluer Delacour to love me with all my disfiguriosity- except my dad, but he doesn't count. eeeeeeew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skiddadled to Ayala for some aimless walking with Bilay, Tamae, Kit, Don, and Gutz. i broke a NECKLACE and had to pay for it. i still have my dignity intact, mind you, but my poor money... poor, poor money. i had a fudge brownie ice monster to comfort my poor soul.it was delish as always and i have added it to my fave food list. i shared it with Gutz, at first, but she kept on getting brain freezes. yay! more for me! ^^ the others got Zagu, which is probably there fave drink since they patiently waited in line for an HOUR. truly amazing. must remember not to wear a Zagu costume when they are in the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can HEAR the fireworks from Ayala right now. i've seen their displays so many time, i don't bother going out anymore- THAT and there is a huge tree covering them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOA!!! some big bang just er... banged. seriously, i got goosebumps when i heard it. i wonder how it looked like... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D couldn't help myself. that BANG was just too huge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the display was simply breathtaking and i have now forgiven Ayala for being CHEAP on fireworks during New Year. honestly, those technicolor lights could've rivaled the ones in LOTR. ^^ forgot to take pictures though. sahd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to rp more! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-113733649922802782?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/113733649922802782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=113733649922802782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113733649922802782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113733649922802782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2006/01/bum-that-i-am.html' title='The Bum That I Am'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-113723721128387375</id><published>2006-01-14T18:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T20:13:31.313+09:00</updated><title type='text'>*bawling*</title><content type='html'>this is so sad... for the second time in a row, my Math and Filipino grades went down. it's soooooooooooooooooooooooooo depressing. my parents aren't worried AT ALL, but i've been driven to tears. i'm pathetic. my mom has been telling me that it's okay becuase i tried my best, but those words only make it WORSE. those words tell me that my best wasn't good enough. so sad... at least... at least, T. Jean thinks i'm an angel even if i can't get geom right no matter how hard i try, so i got an A for personality and leadership. yay-ish. my Filipino is still above 87 though, but it'll probably go down this grading. my Chem is still 85, but my GEOMETRY is a sad 86. that would be a great grade for me if it wasn't an 87 last grading or an 88 before that. hahay. my brain is missing. i must make kimi find it!!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to rpg!!! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-113723721128387375?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/113723721128387375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=113723721128387375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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will blog again later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-113668386672167874?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/113668386672167874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=113668386672167874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113668386672167874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113668386672167874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2006/01/nakalimtan.html' title='Nakalimtan'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-113637983452855227</id><published>2006-01-04T21:02:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T22:03:54.540+09:00</updated><title type='text'>irreconcilable differences</title><content type='html'>well, this is it... the big 2006. lorda, i'm going to be senior this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas vacation. hmm... apart from, being tortured on and off with term paper and isp fandangos it was all good. got lots of presents, lots of BLUE shirts(why???), and had lots of time to spend in the alternate universes in my head. how many are they now? two main ones i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;numero uno would be the robert pattinson universe, where i have triplet brothers and live in gorgeous house like lucy lui's in charlies. i've stopped going there for the past few days. no longer in my rob phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number 2 would be the gackt one, where i am stuck in a house with the weird bishounen a la big brother. really strange universe of pedophilia since he is 30+ and i'm... 15. yes, we are the tomkat of tomorrow. ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where was i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. i am also out of my william moseley phase because he laughs like a girly-girl- all heeeheeeheeee. am being superficial, i know. we've "broken up" now. mwahahaha. trust me. it was mutual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for old time's sake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/jpwq55.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to print our reports now. ~toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-113619214141363085</id><published>2006-01-02T16:55:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T17:55:41.426+09:00</updated><title type='text'>bleh and more bleh</title><content type='html'>it's shame my first post of the year has to be like this. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ 001. name : Gabrielle Samantha&lt;br /&gt;+ 002. nicknames : Sam, Gabe, Gabey/ Gay-b, Mantang, Gasa, Carabao&lt;br /&gt;+ 003. sex : Female&lt;br /&gt;+ 004. birthday : April 9&lt;br /&gt;+ 005. age : 15&lt;br /&gt;+ 006. star sign : Aries&lt;br /&gt;+ 007. place of birth : Cebu City, Philippines&lt;br /&gt;+ 008. current residence : Cebu City, Philippines&lt;br /&gt;+ 009. hair color : Brown&lt;br /&gt;+ 010. eye color : Brown&lt;br /&gt;+ 011. height : 4'11&lt;br /&gt;+ 012. writing hand : right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____BODY iLLS + SKiLLS&lt;br /&gt;+ 013. do you bite your nails : no&lt;br /&gt;+ 014. can you roll your tongue : yes&lt;br /&gt;+ 016. can you raise one eyebrow at a time: no. i want to though...&lt;br /&gt;+ 017. can you blow smoke rings : no&lt;br /&gt;+ 018. can you blow spit bubbles : no&lt;br /&gt;+ 019. colored hair : no&lt;br /&gt;+ 020. tattoos and where : none&lt;br /&gt;+ 021. piercings and where : ears&lt;br /&gt;+ 022. do you make your bed daily: yes&lt;br /&gt;+ 023. what goes on first bra or underwear : panties! mwahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;+ 024. which shoe goes on first : right&lt;br /&gt;+ 025. speaking of shoes, have you thrown one at someone : yes&lt;br /&gt;+ 026. how much money is usually in your wallet: sinsilyo lang... php 10?&lt;br /&gt;+ 027. what jewelry do you wear 24/7 : none&lt;br /&gt;+ 028. whats sexiest on a guy : anything as long as he carries it well&lt;br /&gt;+ 029. whats sexiest on a gurl : ditto&lt;br /&gt;+ 030. would you rather be on time and look ok or late and look great : on time&lt;br /&gt;+ 031. do you twirl your spagetti or cut it : cut AND twirl&lt;br /&gt;+ 032. how many cereals are in your cabinet : three&lt;br /&gt;+ 033. what utensils do you use eating pizza : fork and knife for really big ones, otherwise... my hands and a napkin&lt;br /&gt;+ 034. do you cook : just basic stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____GROOMING&lt;br /&gt;+ 035. how often do you brush your teeth : twice a day.&lt;br /&gt;+ 036. how often do you shower/bathe : every night&lt;br /&gt;+ 037. how long do these showers last : usually, 10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;+ 038. hair drying method : air-dry&lt;br /&gt;+ 039. do you swear : when i'm really pissed&lt;br /&gt;+ 040. do you mumble to yourself : a lot&lt;br /&gt;+ 041. do you spit in public: when i really need to&lt;br /&gt;+ 042. do you pee in the shower: do you?&lt;br /&gt;+ 043. the cd player : yes?&lt;br /&gt;+ 044. person you talk most on the phone with : Genevieve&lt;br /&gt;+ 045. what color is your bedroom : red, white, black, &amp; woody brown&lt;br /&gt;+ 046. do you use an alarm clock : yes&lt;br /&gt;+ 047. name one thing or person you're obsessed with: surfing the net&lt;br /&gt;+ 048. have you ever skinny dipped with the opposite sex : no&lt;br /&gt;+ 049. Have you ever sunbathed in the nude : no&lt;br /&gt;+ 050. window seat or aisle : both. depends&lt;br /&gt;+ 051. whats your sleeping position : curled-up, on my side, flat on my face/back...&lt;br /&gt;+ 052. what kind of bed do you like : comfy one&lt;br /&gt;+ 053. in hot weather do you use a blanket : yes&lt;br /&gt;+ 054. do you snore : no&lt;br /&gt;+ 055. do you sleepwalk : sometimes&lt;br /&gt;+ 056. do you talk in your sleep : all the time&lt;br /&gt;+ 057. do you sleep with a stuffed animal : yes- a green hippo named hippo&lt;br /&gt;+ 058. how about the light on : nightlight!&lt;br /&gt;+ 059. do you fall asleep with the tv or radio on: when i'm home alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____WHEN WAS THE LAST TiME YOU&lt;br /&gt;+ 060. had sex : never&lt;br /&gt;+ 061. were kissed or kissed someone : this morning, my parents- not on the lips though&lt;br /&gt;+ 062. watched bambi : years ago&lt;br /&gt;+ 063. talked on the phone : a few mins ago&lt;br /&gt;+ 064. read a book : last night&lt;br /&gt;+ 065. punched someone : last tuesday&lt;br /&gt;+ 066. where do you see yourself ten years from now: no idea... scares me sometimes&lt;br /&gt;+ 067. who are you gonna be married to and where : er... &lt;br /&gt;+ 068. how many kids do you want to have : i want to adopt... one?&lt;br /&gt;+ 069. your profession : manning the family business... badly&lt;br /&gt;+ 070. future school : my crazy parents want me to go to ateneo... i'd like to stay in stc... don't really know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____FRiENDS&lt;br /&gt;+ 071. who is your best friends : i dunno... i don't go up to my friends and squeal, "you're my bestest buddy!"&lt;br /&gt;+ 072. what friends do you hang out with the most : fingals and cousins&lt;br /&gt;+ 073. friend that you fight with the most : athena conlu&lt;br /&gt;+ 074. friend that you miss the most: nobody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____LAST PERSON WHO...&lt;br /&gt;+ 075. slept in your bed: me... why? what have you heard?&lt;br /&gt;+ 076. saw you cry: my mom&lt;br /&gt;+ 077. made you cry: my mom!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;+ 078. spent the night at your house: athena c&lt;br /&gt;+ 079. you shared a drink with: bebang&lt;br /&gt;+ 080. you went to the movies with: fiona&lt;br /&gt;+ 081. you went to the mall with: my parents and manong gaspar&lt;br /&gt;+ 082. yelled at you: my dad. mwhaahahaa&lt;br /&gt;+ 083. said they were going to kill you: don't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;br /&gt;+ 084. said "I love you" and meant it? : yes&lt;br /&gt;+ 085. been to New York? : no&lt;br /&gt;+ 086. been to Florida? : no&lt;br /&gt;+ 087. california? : no&lt;br /&gt;+ 088. hawaii? : no&lt;br /&gt;+ 089. mexico? : no&lt;br /&gt;+ 090. china? : no&lt;br /&gt;+ 091. canada? : no&lt;br /&gt;+ 092. danced naked? : yeah... ahahahaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;+ 093. dreamed something really crazy and then it happened the next day? : all the time&lt;br /&gt;+ 094. got a really bad feeling about something then it happened? : yepyep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____ALRight NOW....&lt;br /&gt;+ 095. red or blue? : red&lt;br /&gt;+ 096. spring or fall? : fall&lt;br /&gt;+ 097. high school or college? : HS&lt;br /&gt;+ 098. are you bored? : yes&lt;br /&gt;+ 099. how many buddies are on? : 4&lt;br /&gt;+ 100. last movie you saw? : the breakfast club&lt;br /&gt;+ 101. last noise you heard? dogs barking&lt;br /&gt;+ 102. last time you went out of the state: never&lt;br /&gt;+ 103. do you have a crush on someone? : i guess&lt;br /&gt;+ 104. what do you think of ouija board is true: yes, but it's dangerous&lt;br /&gt;+ 105. what book are you reading now? : The Portrait of a Lady~ Henry James&lt;br /&gt;+ 106. worst feeling in the world? : losing time&lt;br /&gt;+ 107. what is the first thing you think when you wake in the morning? : my latest dream&lt;br /&gt;+ 108. how many rings before you answer? : one&lt;br /&gt;+ 109. future daughter's name? : blair&lt;br /&gt;+ 110. future son's name? : draco! mwhahahaha&lt;br /&gt;+ 111. chocolate or vanilla? : chocolate&lt;br /&gt;+ 112. if you could have any job you wanted, what would it be? : something that rakes in billions without involving lifting a finger&lt;br /&gt;+ 113. sport to watch? : specifically... nba and nfl&lt;br /&gt;+ 114. glasses/contacts: Glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~because patty told me to~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ist seven songs that you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're not any good, they must be songs that you're really enjoying right now. Post these intructions in your blog along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they are listening to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thriller - Micheal Jackson&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm Singin' in the Rain - Gene Kelly&lt;br /&gt;3. Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;4. Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen&lt;br /&gt;5. My Humps - Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;6. Magic Works - Harry Potter OST&lt;br /&gt;7. Love Is All Around  - Wet Wet Wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taggy-tag: ehrm... don't know any other blogger aside from the ones who already did this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-113619214141363085?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/113619214141363085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=113619214141363085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113619214141363085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113619214141363085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2006/01/bleh-and-more-bleh.html' title='bleh and more bleh'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-113551300015385086</id><published>2005-12-26T13:37:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T14:38:49.746+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Finale</title><content type='html'>dec 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas to one and all! teehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not the most exciting of christmases, but still nice! 'course we went to mass in the morning. tried my best to listen, but thoughts of isp-and-term-paper-fandangos kept on bothering me. at least i tried. when we got home, had some bacon and eggs on toast. muy yum &lt;---- hey, that's kinda cool! newhack, headed to lola asing's for brunch. didn't eat much though save for some eggs, chorizo, fruitcake, banana pandan and queso de bola. doodled some really creepy things on my sketchbook, the one i share with my mom. they were very much inspired by nocturnal-devil's work. he's not satanic or anything. trust me. just real creepy. ok... headed back home fer couple of hours. didn't eat lunch since i had brunch which is like lunch except with br...&lt;br /&gt;opened my presents! oooooooh! i love presents!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a flash drive(512mb!^^)&lt;br /&gt;new clothes from gingersnaps(it's a boutique for little kids, my fave kind of store)&lt;br /&gt;a vair cool notebook to add to my notebook collection&lt;br /&gt;~my lovely parents&lt;br /&gt;cologne~reggae kwenks&lt;br /&gt;that thing you tie to your cell...yeah, that one~my manita, MM(surprise!surprise!)&lt;br /&gt;a cute shirt~from my officer-manita thing&lt;br /&gt;lovely brown sandals~a tita&lt;br /&gt;a pencil holder+moolah~uncle diotay &amp; auntie elli&lt;br /&gt;more moolah~mama tita&lt;br /&gt;more clothes!~mommy dels&lt;br /&gt;a photo clip angel~auntie tata&lt;br /&gt;loads of narnia &amp; robert videos~me!&lt;br /&gt;a bag tag~the cat&lt;br /&gt;pink purse~meeeeeeg&lt;br /&gt;handmade bookmark thing~milezy&lt;br /&gt;tweety bag~kimi&lt;br /&gt;cute caruso hanky, bracelet, and pugongs~the aliños&lt;br /&gt;apple pie~manaing memen muyyum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessed indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed at home for the rest of the day, messing around on the computer. neopets! got a plushie petpet paint brush. probably won't use just like the snow one i got last year. also got 900 neopoints and couple of other stuff. went to mommy dels house to greet tito ed and his wife who just arrived from kangarooland. yeah, the one who told me that prince william and harry are handsome in person. well doi... nehooze, he told me that he had a christmas gift for me, something he really bought for just me. even had my name on it. sahdo story though- it got lost in the airport. damn conveyor belt. headed to bebangs afterwards and had somne dindin. ate viv forgot to make me pasta putanesca again. oh well. just mixed some olives into my spaghetti to fool my stomach. worked actually. mommy dels brought her laptop and lcd so we could view slideshows of recent holiday pics on the big blank wall in the aliños living room. the oldies made us set everything up. we did manage to do it- almost. we had no idea how the the robert pattinson clip we were testing it with wouldn't show up on the wall. turns out you have to press the f8 key. so much for kids being techsmart. 'kay, since we had to ask for help we didn't get to see any robert goodness on widescreen. hahay. when they had the pics up it was so embarassing. earlier that day, bebs and i had taken glamour photos of ourselves which is okay since everybody does it... but to have close-ups of your himalaya face blown up on widescreen?!?!?!?!?!?!? my gulay. we stopped it before the oldies could see more. told them that the slideshow had already ended. ha. headed home by midnight and went straight to sleep after a quick shower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;am supposed to be doing isp+term paper stuff right now. so sahd. luckily we only have to submit a draft, so it doesn't have to be perfect. gray and pumpkin are here with me, doing more friendster-related stuff than homework. oh well... i AM blogging right now, so we're all even. must revert to mega-leader mode soon, so we'll get everything done before i head off to bantayan. ttyl. cue mega-leader battle cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some william moseley screenshots from a clip i downloaded. merry christmas to y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/j6sec9.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/j6sftj.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/j6sfvs.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-113551300015385086?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/113551300015385086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=113551300015385086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113551300015385086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113551300015385086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2005/12/finale.html' title='Finale'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-113508606920878587</id><published>2005-12-20T22:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T22:41:09.220+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi... I'm Sam and I'm an ADDICT...</title><content type='html'>goodlord. i promised myself that i'd finish the introduction for our isp today, but i've only done a third of it! curse you neopets!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mygulay. i am an ADDICT to that site. i go there everyday and when i haf nothing to do, i look for something. why do i even bother? i haf no trophies, no paintbrushes, no rare items, no decent neohome, and i NEVER get picked for the caption contest. that site hates me on my good days. (i can honestly say that  my captions are funnier than some of the ones that get picked, but again that's just me, the perpetual newbie) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm such an addict that instead of daydreaming about robert pattinson&lt;3, i daydream about being filthy rich- in NEOPIA. SAHDO. i must stop, but how when there are still a few days of advent calendar goodness left??? think of all the neopoints and free items i would miss if started rehab this instant! think of all the levels and what have you i'd miss the chance of earning if i didn't visit coltzan's shrine for the next few days. think of the chances to get bits of the lab map during random events! think of the slorg who gives free neopoints in the shop of offers! think of the chances to win the jackpot with the daily scratchcard! think about neopoints i would never get to win in the only games i can play, the EASIEST ONES! think of the half of my life i'd miss if i didn't play everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sahd. sahd. sahd. sahd. SAHD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will go on a neopets rehab AFTER christmas. one week. one week. let's hope it'll be a bit more successful than fio's net rehab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-113508606920878587?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/113508606920878587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=113508606920878587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113508606920878587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113508606920878587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2005/12/hi-im-sam-and-im-addict.html' title='Hi... I&apos;m Sam and I&apos;m an ADDICT...'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-113474456114451559</id><published>2005-12-16T21:48:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T23:49:21.170+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza for ME</title><content type='html'>third grading pts are finally over! wheeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geometry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't that hard, but the pentagon thing was a bit confusing. i loved the proving part, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;filipino: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that difficult. mostly, we had to identify who said this and who was being talked about- none of the crazy box with the descriptions thing like last time. i hated that part. i think i did bad, but i didn't study bitaw. i'm not keeping my hopes up. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music was vair easy. it's too bad i had several nfis. sahd. sahd. sahdoooooh. two bands??? i only talked about the beatles! argherama. i also didn't decoarte the last part. didn't notice the 'creatively'. ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;easy peasy. loved the lunes part. it was mucho funo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black ink dancing&lt;br /&gt;on crisp white paper&lt;br /&gt;like ants on snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think ants will freeze to death before they learn how to pick up a shovel and dig their way out of the snow... but that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stat was okay. i got a bit confused with the last part and my neck really, really hurt from all the bending over. i finished it, though. yay for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chemistry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always i left a lot of things unanswered. i'm not very good with numbers and formulas. i forgot how to do the conversion of moles to grams blah. it was a sahhhhhhhd moment, but i never really care for chem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES I DO!!!!!!!!!! my chem is only 85!!! i hate it! it's the only grade i have below &lt;br /&gt;87. beyond annoying. if my grade goes down i'll lose all hope. i doubt that i'll be able to raise it THREE points higher. *sob* goodbyeeeeeeeee dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ss: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ss was fun! i loooooved taking it. i didn't even study that hard. mga 1 1/2 hours lang. i hope it's like that next grading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clf:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balyus! sus! it was easy  and i like it better than the last clf test even when it had more questions on the facts and meanings than on how you can be a good christian and save the world. i liked the last part. drama ayu ako answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loooooooooveed taking this test. it was sooo easy! it's just too bad na nanfi na sad ko. i should pay more attention instructions lagi. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taray had invited me to her b-day celebration. we had trouble finding a ride, so we took a taxi to ayala where we looked AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLL OOOOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRR for charisma and ice. it was already two or something by the time we found each other (picture five high school girls running and squealing, "we've been looking all over for you!" or in tara's case, "i am SO going to throttle you!") and we hadn't even eaten yet. it was a good thing we headed for yellow cab right away. we met the others there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mmmm... i can still see the steam coming from the "pizza for tara!". delish. &lt;br /&gt;-lexy made a coke can pryramid. it toppled over, creating quite a racket. hehe&lt;br /&gt;-we were a bit loud, but HELLO we're teenagers it was after exams. letting loose or whatever. &lt;br /&gt;-we got wet. it rained ALL day. yay for farmers!&lt;br /&gt;-went down the stairs a la beauty queen. people stared. ha&lt;br /&gt;-rode a jeepney together... tried- we wouldn't fit, so only thirteen got on the first one we could find. &lt;br /&gt;-again, we were the loudest bunch. theresians baya. not sobra bitaw&lt;br /&gt;-i only had 1/4 of my butt on the seat. i fell over twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we cancelled the movie fandango because we lacked time. niña, mm, and i went to natio to get x-mas decoartions. the others told us to meet them at timezone. when we got there, we didn't see any of them, so we went to the timezone on the top floor. they weren't there either, so wen went down AGAIN.  after a bit of running, jumping, and hyperventilating, we found them at the orig timezone.it was sahdo time of sahdoness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-LORD, please forgive me!&lt;br /&gt;-played air hockey. lost 2x in a row. had a close BATTLE wif ninzie, but lost like the dork that i am against mm. she's so good at it!!!&lt;br /&gt;-met up wif mam at the west entry. there was a cute geek beside me. complete wif weezer glasses. i don't know his name!!!!!!!!!!!! i wil call him... christian. mwhahhahahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;-then... bought flour for the apple pie(my x-mas gift to t. jean), more natio stuff, a universal remote (bec we couldn' resurrect the old one anymore), and (almost lang diay) a really cool comic book&lt;br /&gt;-accidentally stole(???) a highlighter from natio. *note to self: NEVER put things you're buying in your pocket if your are a big dory*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iz zol vor now! gotte shleep! bybybybybypresBYterian!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-113474456114451559?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/113474456114451559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=113474456114451559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113474456114451559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113474456114451559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2005/12/pizza-for-me.html' title='Pizza for ME'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-113456418183834832</id><published>2005-12-14T20:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T21:43:01.846+09:00</updated><title type='text'>amsup2bstudeinghahaha</title><content type='html'>nothing else to do ('cept studying for the big chem, stat, and english exmas tom!!!), but my favorite 'whatyouendupdoingwhenyou'reanonlychild' game... MOVIE CONNECTIONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cillian murphy-red eye-rachel mcadams-the wedding crashers-owen wilson-shanghai noon-lucy liu-charlie's angles-bill murray-lost in translation-scarlett johanssen-girl with a pearl earring-cillian murphy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel mcadams-wedding crashers-owen wilson-shanghai noon-lucy liu-charlie's angels-drew barrymore-the wedding singer-adam sandler-the animal-rob schneider-hot chick-rachel mcadams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owen wilson-bottle rocket-luke wilson-around the world in 80 days-owen wilson(chicken!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucy liu-kill bill-uma thurman-gattaca-jude law-alfie-susan sarandon-little women-christian bale-batman-liam neeson-love actually-keira knightley-domino-lucy liu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bill murray-caddyshack-chevy chase-orange county-jack black-king kong-naomi watts-ned kelly-orlando bloom-troy-brad pitt-interview-tom cruise-rain man-dustin hoffman-the lost city-bill murray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scarlett johanssen-the island-ewan mcgregor-moulin rouge-nicole kidman-eyes wide shut-tom cruise-vanilla sky-cameron diaz-charlie's-lucy liu-domino-keira knightley-love actually-hugh grant-six weeks notice-sandra bullock-ms. congeniality-benjamin bratt-catwoman-halle berry-swordfish-john travolta-a love song for bobby long-scarlett johanssen!(actually naay shortcut...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk. back tuh work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-113456418183834832?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/113456418183834832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=113456418183834832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113456418183834832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113456418183834832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2005/12/amsup2bstudeinghahaha.html' title='amsup2bstudeinghahaha'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-113422203926858026</id><published>2005-12-10T21:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T22:40:39.280+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Convert???</title><content type='html'>ei. just got back from school! i watched the christmas concert for the THIRD time tonight. lahahahahaha. i swear, it gets better every time. although i won't take back everything i said about the costumes, the concert is great if you watch it at night. the neon isn't so neon and the fab lighting is mucho klaro, making the numbers even cooler. mygulay, i like it so much i MIGHT take back what i said about the costumes because i don't remember getting blinded by the neon green baro't sayas or the high heels when i'm staring at rhina float across the stage or listening to mary sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm... mom's texting me, telling me to hit the sack. i've have so much to bloooooooooooooooooog, but orders are orders! Wiedersehen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-113422203926858026?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/113422203926858026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=113422203926858026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113422203926858026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113422203926858026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2005/12/convert.html' title='Convert???'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-113405099859414735</id><published>2005-12-08T22:07:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T23:10:05.080+09:00</updated><title type='text'>bil hoozho bi'dizhchi-neeji' 'aneilkaah!</title><content type='html'>if you're wondering about my title... it's happy birthday in navajo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MOMMY DELS AND MOMMY CHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahayoo. exams are next week and i still don't understand half of the lessons in geom and chem! my brain has rotted from all the free days the school gave us. argh! free days... that reminds me. our section didn't reach the Php 10,000 mark for the ticket sales, so we won't get an extra day of christmas break... it's so sahd, but at least we already have a free day for being modles 3x. at least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i'll be watching the peace concert for the 2nd time. i liked it, but to be honest...it wasn't as grand as i expected. i hope they practiced a LOT more after that wednesday fandango with one of the emcees and the dead air thing. sahdo. it's too bad they can't make me like the costumes with more practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodahlordah. the costumes are,to put it lightly... ugly. *dodges flying sunflowers and black high heels* come on... neon green baro't sayas??? red leotards with black highs??? sunflowers??? total eyesore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the singing was great. i can tell you that and the thing they did with the stage was cool (let's just say i found out where all our classroom platforms went). the star thing was pretty as well, very sosyal(ish). of course, we can't forget that it's a concert for a CAUSE. you HAVE to like it or you'll have to think about hating something that made someone else VERY happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD NIGHT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-113405099859414735?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/113405099859414735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=113405099859414735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113405099859414735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113405099859414735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2005/12/bil-hoozho-bidizhchi-neeji-aneilkaah.html' title='bil hoozho bi&apos;dizhchi-neeji&apos; &apos;aneilkaah!'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-113378476815608716</id><published>2005-12-05T20:11:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T21:12:48.173+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My Back Hurts *sob*</title><content type='html'>i had to clean the juniors' park(a patch of gravel and soil with a few very old trees, NO grass, and pots and pots of plants)with reg and some girls from the other sections. only reg and i worked, so we were the only ones who ended up with sore backs, sore hands, and sore throats( i accidentally swallowed a bit of gravel). it was very, very, very unfair because the park is hugish for two girls to clean. not only that, we had mini rockslides to worry about since the park is kinda sloping. argh. i think i went a little crazy bec of all the work. i started prancing about, yodelling to the tune of "goldfish spaceship". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm told us our rankings today. my stomach started it's routine jellydance, right before i got my yellow slip. i thought it was a very bad sign, but when i opened it, i started beaming so widely the corners of mouth could've circled the globe. 6th. mygulay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me watched "madeleine" yestie. it's the best k-movie i've seen so far. hahay. it's really nice and it even made me like that guy from "something happened in bali"- a real miracle since i really, really disliked him when i saw that soap. hahayoo. hi-jeen and ji-suk are so cute together... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/i6dmaa.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time i'll be talking about "the classic", "innocent steps", and "a moment to remember". three cheers for movie marathons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papa traded the ranger wif uncle rene's car. *sob* i really loved that pick-up. it was so... white and... car-shaped... *sob* the frontier we traded it for will go to uncle warcao because papa traded his sportage with kuya kenneth's tamaraw(the car not the animal) which is heading to bukidnon... i don't know. this car trading thing my dad does for his business is confusing. *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have homework...*SOB*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-113378476815608716?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-113344252554432017</id><published>2005-12-04T13:20:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T14:21:47.123+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Alalalalalong</title><content type='html'>promised i'd blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got our cards last wednesday. mon dieu! five of my grades went down by a point! gutenlordah, what is happening to me??? it's a good thing that i almost never get grounded because of grades. but still... ach. my dreams of getting in the honor roll are getting farther and farther away, but there's still a microscopic chance i'll make-bawi! i'll just have to *ahem* try harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been on a korean movie marathon. i've seen "jenny, juno" and half of "my boyfriend is type B"- half lang because the player kept on hanging. hahay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"jenny, juno" is a sweet movie. it's kind of weird because you can't imagine teens as innocent as them having pm sex, but whatever. jenny is uber cute, although a bit annoying when she gets her share of moodswings. she's also very demanding with juno, who is the mooooooooooooooost obedient boyfriend in the universe. if she asks him for sour food, he'll give her a whole plate of lemons. if she'll ask for fruits, he'll bring her a whole box of it. he's so sweet to her! when jenny got mad at him for avoiding her, he drew a giant "I love you, Jenny!" on their baseball field(?). plus, he  sleeps with his cellphone in his hand and whenever jenny calls him he'll talk to her even if it's midnight and one time he INSISTED that he'll give her a 12:30 am visit. hahay. he takes such good care of her. that girl is super lucky to have him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be murdered by the cuteness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/i59etx.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;news!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://msnbc.msn.com/id/10029582/" TARGET="_top"&gt;Eddie Guerroro&lt;/A&gt; and &lt;A HREF="http://www.cnn.com/2005/SHOWBIZ/Movies/11/25/obit.morita.ap/" TARGET="_top"&gt;Pat Morita&lt;/A&gt; are dead! what a shocker. i wonder how kimi will take the news...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-113344252554432017?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/113344252554432017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=113344252554432017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113344252554432017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113344252554432017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2005/12/alalalalalong.html' title='Alalalalalong'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-113335720130276464</id><published>2005-11-30T22:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T22:28:03.000+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Icon Love</title><content type='html'>will blog tomorrow. for now...(these aren't mine! please don't use them...will add the creators names later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Pattinsonites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/i20eit.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt; &lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/i20e90.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt; &lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/i20eq0.png" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt; &lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/i20evo.png" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt; &lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/i20fp4.png" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt; &lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/i20gzq.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt; &lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/i20h8m.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt; &lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/i20h9y.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt; &lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/i20hfp.png" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt; &lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/i20hgp.png" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt; &lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/i20hhf.png" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt; &lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/i20hle.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/i20f1f.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt; &lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/i20h1c.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/i20hoi.png" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-113335720130276464?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/113335720130276464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=113335720130276464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113335720130276464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113335720130276464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2005/11/icon-love.html' title='Icon Love'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-113283419913146589</id><published>2005-11-24T21:14:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T22:15:07.493+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures (NA LANG! argh...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/hs5klh.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt; &lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/hs5kx5.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vanity, thy name is sam * kimi being diplomatic with a first year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/hs5md4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt; &lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/hs5mhz.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pa-sickly effect * a group pic w/ other vain people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/hs5mq1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt; &lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/hs5mrb.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ihas ug samin * tres marias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/hs5mw6.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt; &lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/hs5mx2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lining up for the spanish bread in masterline * a cheerleader, a jockette(jkjkjk), and an artist(girl playing fetch with a zesto or somethinglikethat^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/hs5naa.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt; &lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/hs5nch.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/hs5ndd.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy pork chop with fabbity-fab garnishing by moi(1st and 2nd plate) and my classmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/hs5nnq.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt; &lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/hs5nqa.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very spotty night in stc * not an artistic expression... i tripped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I HAD A REAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLY LONG POST BEFORE THE COMP RESTARTED. DAMN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-113283419913146589?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/113283419913146589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=113283419913146589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113283419913146589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113283419913146589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2005/11/pictures-na-lang-argh.html' title='Pictures (NA LANG! argh...)'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-113253894551245846</id><published>2005-11-21T20:20:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T21:22:10.053+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiketan</title><content type='html'>i have seen it and it was good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the lighting was a bit dim at first. the shadows were always on the actors' faces, but maybe pa-efek lang to. don't know. &lt;br /&gt;-the scenes were kinda rushed as well. i don't think there was a scene that lasted more than 15 minutes, but the book is long and they are trying to fit it in a 157 min film. &lt;br /&gt;-robert didn't talk much. sahdo. actually, all of the 'real' champions didn't talk much. &lt;br /&gt;-emma's acting has gotten better and she's getting prettier too. hm... can't really say the same for dan's acting. *dodges sharp projectiles thrown by rabid dan fans* why listen to me, anyways?&lt;br /&gt;-katie is pretty! and i love her fashion sense. her dress was nice too. can't say the same for mione's. *dodges more sharp projectiles thrown by rabid emma fans* this might seem harsh, but her dress looked like a pink artichoke. &lt;br /&gt;- saw dan naked! 'kay... half. he's kind of skinny, but not like andrew. gohdnoh... dans fitter.&lt;br /&gt;-moaning myrtle is a perv, but so are my friends. ^^ the bathroom scene was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;-the twins have tons of lines and they are cuter in this one.&lt;br /&gt;-neville is taller than harry.&lt;br /&gt;-cedric is dead... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! why do the pretty ones die?!&lt;br /&gt;-there were a lot of herioneXkrum moments. they were so sweet that fiona's converted into a krummione fan.&lt;br /&gt;-speaking of krum, stan is quite macho. he dances well too- like a bulgarian john travolta.&lt;br /&gt;-i love snape.&lt;br /&gt;-i love cedric.&lt;br /&gt;-i love cedric...dead or alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to show just how much of a geek i am, here's my ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/fxdr2x.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the real story is how i got that tiny stub of paper. i reserved seats online and there was this condition that we had ti pick them up before 4.45 or the reservation would be forfeited. mon dieu! dismissal is always at 4(we watched last friday), but t. jean was making all these announcements pa! i was hyperventilating... because of a movie. dili klarong geek, noh? anyways, i asked madam to dismiss me na and i must have looked really worried, because she signed my diary ahead of the others. maybe she thought i had to go to the hospital or something. ha. if only she knew. hm... i even helped with the distribution of all those letters, so i could go na. 'course i ran to 3A afterwards. the cat was packing her stuff, looking as distressed as i was.then, we raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan all the way to carport. quite a fear since i was carrying a cd player, a vair heavy paper bag, a badminton racket, my lunchbag,and my pack. when we got there, the car hadn't even arrived. pfft!(sige na lang. at least we got some exercise)eventually it came and whisked us off to ayala where (again) we raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan as fast as our geek legs would allow. nagsale pa ha and we had to a bit of dodging to avoid unecessary body slamming with the non-geeks. hahay. we got there waaaaaaaay early. i think 4:25 or something. we got our tickets and had to wait for more than an hour for our fellow geeks to get out of the cinemas. all that running and we still had to wait. hm... that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laaaaaaaaaast weekend, we watched this fashion show at jy. it was a cie project. -most of the clothes were great, save for a few. there was this dress na pina-j.lo, the kind of dress that covers ONLY your boobs. it could've been nice if it was on a fellow boobless teenager. &lt;br /&gt;-the guy models were funny to watch. most of them were stiff, but some would do these weird poses at the end of the cat walk. lol. aspiring male models/ comedians ang dating. &lt;br /&gt;-there was ONE really cute guy and ONE really pretty girl. they were my fave models.&lt;br /&gt;-the intermissions were kinda annoying. they were fun, but there were too many of them. i began to think that the fashion shows were the intermission and we were actually watching a musical.*_*&lt;br /&gt;-ate at mcdo afterwards. i love vanilla ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;- my cousin jr was there. he was a director or something. go cuzzin! go cuzzin! nanong wala! man ko freebies!&lt;br /&gt;-i'm going ticket crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/fxtao3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg. homework calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. no time to go over my typos and my awful spelling ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-113253894551245846?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/113253894551245846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=113253894551245846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113253894551245846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113253894551245846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2005/11/tiketan.html' title='Tiketan'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-113232180495730932</id><published>2005-11-18T21:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T22:50:04.966+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho-hum</title><content type='html'>lots of things have happened, but somehow... i don't want to blog anymore. sad. sad. sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-113232180495730932?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/113232180495730932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=113232180495730932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113232180495730932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113232180495730932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2005/11/ho-hum.html' title='Ho-hum'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-113154411784776622</id><published>2005-11-09T21:48:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T22:48:37.856+09:00</updated><title type='text'>hahay way mahay</title><content type='html'>By Jove! It's the 3rd week of the 2nd Semester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Dear Lord... Nothing prepared me for my exam results in Chemistry... (Ahem. How about the fact that I didn't touch the damn book?)XC I barely scrapped a passing grade. It's a good thing T. Krishna decided to make the total score into a 100 instead of the ginourmous 125. God knows what kind of hell could have broken loose if she hadn't taken pity on the hundreds of non-passers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Geometry I did quite well. It felt strange getting that score when the last time I did well in Math was in 5th grade. 12 mistakes!!!!!!! Ohmygulay. I am so hyper right now. But then... I recall Chem and it's back to the dumpster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakamantula! We now have our term paper and our isp to worry about! Why do they love torturing us? WHY? Is it not enough that we have to slave everyday prettifying the school for PA.PA.? (Not that I hate painting and getting scarred by the glue gun...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week Monday and Tuesday is PA. rofl. I usually dislike this time of the... years(? hehehe). The good thing about it is that the grounds become cleaner and prettier... very zen gardeny. I'm talking about the new faculty rock garden, the third year "forest" (!?!?!?!?!?), the fixed doors, the new sinks, and the classroom decor fandangos. HAHAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-113154411784776622?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/113154411784776622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=113154411784776622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113154411784776622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113154411784776622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2005/11/hahay-way-mahay.html' title='hahay way mahay'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-113144622028791752</id><published>2005-11-08T18:36:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T19:37:00.296+09:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>life is life. exeunt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-113144622028791752?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/113144622028791752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=113144622028791752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113144622028791752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113144622028791752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-113015805046943845</id><published>2005-10-24T20:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T21:47:30.473+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ojah!</title><content type='html'>Jah! We have DSL na. Teehee. I am on a trailer, flash, and whatever bonanza. See y'all later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-113015805046943845?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/113015805046943845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=113015805046943845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113015805046943845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/113015805046943845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2005/10/ojah.html' title='Ojah!'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-112772354396953236</id><published>2005-09-25T00:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T17:32:23.976+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Pakilambigit '05 in a nutshell...</title><content type='html'>I can't say that I've been working hard enough to ddeserve one, but i'm taking a &lt;br /&gt;break from homework- just for a little while [ an hour].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Bebang's birthday!!! *sings* HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;PAKILAMBIGIT 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sam the Usherette-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my usherette id! One of the manoys must've picked it up because I couldn't find it anywhere[ not that looked everywhere]. It was my only remembrance of how I, along with the other 3B officers, had to babysit FIFTY boys from Don Bosco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gidibdib nako akong job, noh. The sun was in their faces and it was merciless, so I fanned and shaded the poor guys afterI saw them blinking and uhm... glistening. I was the Mother Teresa of usherettes that morning.Okay, so I was fanning myself and they got a snippet of my self-made breeze, but the shading thing was an unselfish act. Although... for some reason MM's welcome banner's shadow would only fall on me,  it was still a magnanimous deed, ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and despite what Da told me days before, they don't smell. They were actually&lt;br /&gt;nice- at least the ones we talked to, BUT... one guy was absolutely beautiful&lt;br /&gt;[and I know that he was smart too since all of them were the top students in their classes]. I wanted to JUMP on him, but that wouldn't have been proper behavior for someone who was assigned to watch over him. Darnit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the cheerdance exhibition their teachers gave them twenty mins. to roam around. The senior usherettes told me that I still had watch over them and I was like WHAAAAT?!?!?! Daryl, Cha, and Kim had abondened me. I was alone with forty-nine boys and a god- for ten minutes, anyways I left them after making sure they promised that they'd all head for their bus after&lt;br /&gt;twenty.Lahahahay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cheerdance -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cheerdance is all a blur to me right now, but I think we weren't as awful to watch as I thought we were. The seniors were just really, really, really good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Boiled Egg -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meg had a fever and her mam had to pick her up. Poor Eggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being sick. When I was a little kid, I always wanted to be ill, so I could get out of school. When I entered highschool it all changed. Only the deranged get ecstatic when their boiling hot or when their noses gush like a snot verson of Salto Angel. There is just TOO MUCH to do, too many deadlines to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywheck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 is tanga day. NOTHING happens on day two and there is absolutely no chance of a lad-scouting extravaganza unless you fancy grown men [the manoys, guards, Mr. Enriquez, and Teacher Joel].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dead Egg -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meg was absent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Games -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my last entry. Tres tragique...Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Egg Lives -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meg was okay na, so we saw her again and we met her friends, Tami and Denise. These girls are from different sides of the globe [accdg. to Meg], but they look like sisters. Freaky-ish.They were like twins 'cept one of them was born several years earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Meg FINALLY met Andrew, my malnourished 'cousin'. Meg has a thing for him ONLY because his eyebrows are thick- vair, vair thick like baby yaks who decided to live on his face. Anyhoozles, I'm sure she doesn't really, really like him. Right, Egg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Taboo -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buzzer is to me as Paris is to Meg. He is my bestest pal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gone Taboo crazy. We played the game three times that day. I luurve playing it even when I ALWAYS lose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Less Important Games -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won the softball game against the seniors!!! 0-3!!! For the second year in a row we are the softball queens of STC. Jah... This year, it is our only pride and joy since we lost our soccer crown to the Seniors, but it's all buena. They ARE the graduating batch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we don't become the champions for all the games, next year, I will yank all&lt;br /&gt;of... someone's hair off and give it to that bald[shinave nya], ex-Teresyana, lezboff, who hangs around the iskul a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does she miss her straight days or is she girl-scouting? *_* Nuff na oi... before someone dibdibizes this.I don't want a hatchet sticking to my head.thankyouverymuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Closing Lala -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in a FIELD, but it was sweltering. Here and there, girls were dancing like they were high. I danced too- like it was the end of the world [not that I'd be dancing if an alien was chewing on my thigh]. Paclose- close pa ng eyes ha. Feel na feel ang music. The music? It was... I didn't really understand it, but it was cool even when the only thing Reggae Jesus ever said was somethingsomething bayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the mayhem, the teachers asked us to clean the quad. The crowd quickly broke up and people started drifting away like they never heard anything. Baaaaaaaahd. Bebang and I helped clean up, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-112772354396953236?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/112772354396953236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=112772354396953236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112772354396953236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112772354396953236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2005/09/pakilambigit-05-in-nutshell.html' title='Pakilambigit &apos;05 in a nutshell...'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-112747504891698012</id><published>2005-09-23T19:29:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T20:30:48.933+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressing News</title><content type='html'>we lost we lost FOUR games today. howhowhowhowhowhow???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in badminton, the froshies won fair and square(i think). that was just saaaahd. the&lt;br /&gt;sophies won the soccer, chess, and scrabble games, jah... but:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-soccer-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the final score was 0-1 and if there hadn't been a short time slot or whatever we could have won it back. the sophies scored that ONE home right before the umpire said that 30 minutes &lt;br /&gt;was over... i almost cried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chess-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what really happened, but they say that some seniors and sophies were&lt;br /&gt;cheering for their players. that is ABSOLUTELY FORBIDDEN on account that it distracts the players. however, you can't really blame it on that since the sophies aren't deaf. they could have been distracted by their own supporters as well... inspired, but distracted, right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-scrabble-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the players got confused with the schedule. tres sad. they were twenty minutes late and the matches were forfeited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't. blog. too. depressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i had meant to post something longer with my thoughts on how i think&lt;br /&gt;we underrated the sophies, how i hated being underestimated when i WAS one, how &lt;br /&gt;today was a lousy birthday for tanzy[she was a chess player], etc... but [again] i'm too depressed. :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-112747504891698012?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/112747504891698012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=112747504891698012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112747504891698012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112747504891698012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2005/09/depressing-news.html' title='Depressing News'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-112730611651113868</id><published>2005-09-21T20:35:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T21:41:03.636+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Walang Kasense-sense...</title><content type='html'>by the end of this week, i'll be mondo fat like the people whose butts ooze over benches in 'supersize me'. people won't be able to see my eyes or my neck anymore- that is if they can bear look at my podgy form. seriously. i've been consuming my weight in candy. mygulay, i could feed a third-world country with all the junk i eat. plus, intrams starts tomorrow. that means i'll be drowning in nachos, iced tea, ice cream, siomai, and even more candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm just depressed. since monday i haven't been able to do any homework and all the school blah we have to pass next week. my brain has been devoured by that horrible scenario that keeps flashing in my head, the one wherein we embarass ourselves in front of our families and other schools with our cheering/droning or zombie dancing or both. argh. i tried my best to be optimistic for tomorrow's performance, but after seeing the seniors practice for the nth time my heart dropped to my feet. i'll still give it my finest tomorrow, though, even if others cannot.&lt;br /&gt;go juniors! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was in the car with mam [a very scary time on account that she usually&lt;br /&gt;gives me one of her out-of-the-blue lectures on life and blah], we talked about&lt;br /&gt;lemon mentos [ zankgod] and how i am now addicted to them. our lemon-flavored discussion segued into my future [quite natural when you're talking about candy]. she started telling me that my life depended on three men, Tito King, Uncle Warcao, and Papa. they are at the helm of papa's company, the very one that pays for my tuition and important stuff... like lemon mentos. She told me that NO ONE can replace them and if something ever happend to any of them, my life would be in chaos [jah, like a war doesn't rage in my head everyday]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tragic, innit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is international peace day and we had this program in the sunken court to commemorate it.  there were A LOT of guests from other schools and we didn't have enough seats. they had to sit in the floor or on the steps.bisan guests nadamay sa 'frivolity' ng school.nkkhya naman... &gt;.&lt; sige na lang. at least, na grace sila with our beauty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my whole family was there too. well, not my whole family- but my lola, one of my aunties, her husband, they're two kids, and my uncle's girlfriend[?!?!] were there. Mommy Dels gave a speech which i could't hear since we were fifty miles away from the BACK of the stage :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the program was okay, but one of the highest points [something that wasn't even part of show] was when Marvic set fire to our flaglets. laharhar moment of the day. the worst part [again- something that isn't even part of the show] was when whatshername almost set fire to my hair. it was during the two minutes of silence thing, so the smell of my singed hair acted like incense 'cept it wasn't calming at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*_* neht llit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-112730611651113868?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/112730611651113868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=112730611651113868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112730611651113868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112730611651113868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2005/09/walang-kasense-sense.html' title='Walang Kasense-sense...'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-112722350029387627</id><published>2005-09-20T21:35:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T22:38:20.296+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiix</title><content type='html'>papa has left for the cagayan of oro yet again. laharharhar... not. he eez always going on business trips [so he can shower me with butterscotch from wipey-wipey and put tictackings on the table]. i get stuck with mam which is absotively fine, but then SHE goes off to bantayan for some museum thing and i am left all aloney. add that to my onlychildiosity and i might as well be a hermit. 'cept hermits don't geoff blogging twaddle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have accomplished nix today 'cept make the bracelets we'll be wearing on thursday. beadwork is actually quite easy. as long as the beads all fit though the flamin' needle and you don't have to spend the rest of your life looking for ones that do or threading them with your teeth [which is what i always found myselfie doing], it's easypeasy. i even made one of princess'since she was absent. i won't get paid,though. sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mon dieu. palpatine is a talking about how he could not poo because he was so nervous[about what? squeaky chairs and kittens, most probably] i must go get my eardrums poked in or i will die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-112722350029387627?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/112722350029387627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=112722350029387627&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112722350029387627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112722350029387627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2005/09/niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiix.html' title='Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiix'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-112700443749432882</id><published>2005-09-18T00:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T10:32:34.900+09:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm bored...</title><content type='html'>it's almost midnight and i've been online for three hours. that's ninety pesos down the drain. i'm going to have to pay mom half of it so she won't go ballistic. it's a good thing my parents are out of town. if they saw me now, they'd chop of my fingers and my tongue in case i somehow learn to type with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lord… it also their anniversary today. i did not greet them at all. now, don't go all "you are such a baahd daughter". i'm making them a nice card and its better than a stupid text message even if it's a day late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fifteen years... i wonder if they still love each other as much as they did when they were just married. ach. i know i shouldn't be thinking of such things. but still...my parents never lived with each other when they were still dating. even if they had countless snogfests, knew each other’s fave stuff, or whatever, they didn't really know each other. i have seen a lot of movies wherein the girl says "but you haven't known me that long..."and the guy answers, all gooey-eyed, "i have the rest of my life to find out". that's pretty romantic, but what if you don't like what you find out? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where the hell is my point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah. moving on... had badminton lessons again today. ibing and soy tagged along since mamis paying for their lessons they were good, better than me during my&lt;br /&gt;first session. as usual, i sucked and i've noticed that i get suckier when this guy&lt;br /&gt;passes by. gasp. do i have a new crush? i first saw him during my first session. he &lt;br /&gt;was playing in the court next to ours. gah. he's not gorgeous like robert or jude,&lt;br /&gt;but he's cute enough to be crush material. i was doing the underhand drill when he passed by , needless to say, i missed almost all the birds my trainer was chucking at me. i don't really remember, but i think i was debating on how i could get his name [and address and cell... hehehe]when my trainer called him. "Je.... something". the Lord has heard me! =_= argherama. i think he knows that i have a thingle for him. i’m rarely a subtle person... but i am always so pathetic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my coach made me play against the second year badmin team.para experience kuno. one girl gave me the stink-eye. what did i do??? i wanted to shove her racket &lt;br /&gt;down her mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mygulay, [may ilaw na!] intrams is in four days. That’s four days till i have to 'watch over' fifty bosconian seniors.  sad… [da told me that they smelled. i don’t really know for sure, but noynoy smells and he’s bosconian. maybe… hehehe. i better stop now before someone flames me.  ]'course, i'll be with the other officers and i'm allowed to bring my cell so it's not so bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaah! it's midnight na gyud. 120 pesos na! i'm not really doing anything you know. i'm just downloading the latest GoF trailer and it's taking a millennium to load. my head is telling me to wait until we get dsl, but the harry potter freak is screaming, "just get the bloody trailer!!!". most of it has been loaded and i take peeks at it occasionally. i've seen robert actually moving. he is still tres hot. sherry the pedo think he is oogly. he is so not. i can't wait for the movie to come out so can tell her, "in your pedo face, moony!" nah. i'm not that mean. maybe she doesn't like him because she prefers young boys. i also saw katie in action. she's not blindingly beautiful but she's pretty. i saw the video clip of the unsuccessful cho chang hopefuls in titus. a bunch of them were cover girl material, but katie still outshone them all. isn't that something? plus i saw a snippet of voldie. a few days ago, patty posted a pic of ralph fiennes in all his cloaked, evil glory. i didn’t think it was authentic, but patty wouldn’t believe me. *sob* now i can finally prove to patty, that it wasn’t ralph as voldie after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-112700443749432882?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/112700443749432882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=112700443749432882&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112700443749432882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112700443749432882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-bored.html' title='i&apos;m bored...'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-112678810793124454</id><published>2005-09-15T20:52:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T21:41:47.936+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Whinges and Gossip</title><content type='html'>Almost everyone has something to complain about. I find myself complaining sometimes and I'm sure you complain. Hell, even the filthy rich complain. What I CAN'T STAND are people who never do anything about their complaints. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. This girl in school kept on whingeing about how sucky our cheerdance was. She wouldn't stop. I nearly reached my boiling point, but since I'm *ahem* a peace-loving person... I just told her to bring her complaints to the cheerleaders. That shut her up for a second. A second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some girls in class are forming this 'hateclub'. Apparently, they all harbour malicious thoughts for a girl in class. Gah. They're doing sickeningly good jobs at pretending that they don't want to hack her into pieces or something. I DON'T know who the girl really is, but I know that she's a classmate and that they call her 24/7. Poor 24/7...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who says that juniors are mature needs to  make like a religion teacher and open his eyes more. &lt;--- Pahte, you're the only one who'll understand this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-112678810793124454?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/112678810793124454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=112678810793124454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112678810793124454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112678810793124454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2005/09/whinges-and-gossip.html' title='Whinges and Gossip'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-112644594503825335</id><published>2005-09-11T21:37:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T22:39:05.043+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Expensive Daughter Has Spread Her Disease</title><content type='html'>!!! Ugh. It's 9:22 pm and I still have to memorize Rizal's bio.What on earth am I doing blogging? Curse the allure of the internet. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patty has spread her disease. No uy. I've been an expensive daughter since birth. I am an only child and it's quite natural for my parental units to dote on me. I get everything I need and most of what I want 'cept for the most ridiculous requests of course... I am SPOILED, but I'm not a brat. Is that possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. We went to Natio after Mass because I had to buy a Filipino novel. Yun lang, but I egged my papa to get me Jessica Zafra's "Tw7sted" and Jostein Gaarder's "Sophies World". He got it for moi WHILE TELLING ME HOW HE MAKES TOO MUCH UTANG. And they say I'm weird. Anyvhack, I won't be reading them soon since I still have to reread "The Picture of Dorian Gray" for Engrish and the aforementioned Filipino novel for -doi- Filipino. Other books waiting for me to grace them with my grey matter are the sixth HP, the second "Sisterhood...", the fifth "Confessions...", and John Steinbecks's "The Pearl". Laduydaduydaduy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafta go and murder my brain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-112644594503825335?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/112644594503825335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=112644594503825335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112644594503825335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112644594503825335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2005/09/expensive-daughter-has-spread-her.html' title='The Expensive Daughter Has Spread Her Disease'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-112641130223895435</id><published>2005-09-11T12:11:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T13:01:42.243+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Snippet</title><content type='html'>I'm going back to CI. I didn't feel fulfilled with last Saturday's activity!!!I just have to go back there and redeem myself.I am such a sucky teacher... =_='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mam has me taking badminton lessons. You cannot believe how many badmin addicts I found volleying pieces of feathered rubber in Metro Sports. There were old people, teenagers, couples, cute guys, feeler guys, feeler girls... O_O Needless to say, while they were playing at lightinng speeds, I was hysterically swinging my racket like the lunatic that I am. I have to start somewhere, don't I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time to blog more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-112641130223895435?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/112641130223895435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=112641130223895435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112641130223895435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112641130223895435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2005/09/snippet.html' title='Snippet'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-112580399169964966</id><published>2005-09-04T11:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T12:26:13.170+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Much</title><content type='html'>~Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I have found my calling and since we are talking about me, it’s pointless and costly. I luuurve playing “House of the Dead”[ or “Time Crisis”]. I absolutely suck at games like this, but no one ever said you have to be good at something to enjoy them.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I played “HoD” last night at Timezone because I was bored and wanted to burn some cash. [Am I turning into an expensive daughter like Patty???] I didn’t want to play against a total stranger in air hockey or Daytona, so I found myself shooting away chainsaw-wielding zombies. I wasted Php 44 on the second boss alone. Ha. My card melted at the end of level two or whatever they call it, so I had to go back to Tequila Joe’s where my dad was hanging out with Uncle Rene. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;~Before all that, I watched “The Magic of Curtis” with Chai, Fio, Pumpkin, and Alyssa A. Curtis had this boy band look going on. He danced in a leather shirt for a while. I wanted to laugh, but that would have been rude. Well, I’m not there anymore so HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! The magic show itself wasn’t as amazing as I had thought it to be, but it was still nice. I think his voice, which sounded very young boyisity [not a word, I know…], made it less dramatic. The dancers were good though, very scary smiles and everything, but&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;the audience was terrible ‘cept US. XP Most of the people wouldn’t clap or respond to anything poor Curtis said. Being “nurturers of the culture of goodness”, Fio and I clapped extra loudly than usual to make up for the humdrumiousity of the crowd. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;~I want to believe in magic again. Hahay. All these illusionists and trick artists are making it hard for me to do so. I checked out the occult sec at Natio after buying my third ballpen for the week [I am cursed]. The tarot sets are gone! [I wonder who else is feeling-Trelawney here] There’s some new spell books, though, and I vant zo vuy zem all! *cackle* It’s too bad I’m bankrupt from all the zombie-killing. Plus, the books might have some hidden evil in them and I wouldn’t want that to invade me! I have one spell book, but I bought it because it was pink, shiny, and the title was “&lt;strong&gt;Samantha’s &lt;/strong&gt;Guide to Teenage Witchcraft”.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;~I had dinner, some nights ago, in my lolo’s house. Matthew was terribly cute when he tucked a bag of &lt;em&gt;white rabbit &lt;/em&gt;under his shirt and ran around screaming, “I’m pregnant! I’m pregnant! I’m pregnant! I’m pregnant! I’m pregnant!” Ha. That little dude is still three.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! Turd year life is telling me to do my homework! Adios. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-112580399169964966?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/112580399169964966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=112580399169964966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112580399169964966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112580399169964966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2005/09/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing Much'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-112531726522726103</id><published>2005-08-29T20:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T21:07:45.233+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Rantz</title><content type='html'>I watched Van Helsing last night with my little cousins. Soleil and Mayumi kept on screaming and crying. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA &lt;- evil big cuz taking over my body!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, Lord, for I will now rant…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palpatine can get sooo annoying at times. I swear… the only thing keeping me from abhorring him completely is the fact that I pity him at the same time. His siblings abandoned him and his mam for a ‘better’ life in the States. He could have gone there too if he didn’t have to take care of their mam, who is now DEAD, btw. Now, he’s old and having a hard time to acquire a green card.  I admire his dedication to his parental unit… but he can still get infuriating. He has these silly idiosyncrasies that really get on my nerves. Right now, my mam is talking to him about the thing that happened last week- he screamed at River and Mel because their chairs made so much noise. Lord, he sounds like he’s sobbing… Ok, I will stop now or you’ll start to think I’m a hollow witch. Ah… He’s laughing now. I think he’s looking for his Bill &lt;- in-joke that only Egg will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the culminating activity for the Buwan ng Wika. Gah and I have the lamest costume in the department ‘cept for the people who will be wearing their tie-dye sarongs over their laag clothes. I was once guilty of wearing such an unoriginal ensemble, but I just HAVE to yap. This event happens ONCE a year. There's ample time for people to soup up a decent costume. The culmination activity for the Buwan ng Wika is a day for remembering Filipino culture and people walking around in their puruntongs, looking like lost Ms. Universes with their malongs-kuno draped across their boobs, pretty much kills the authenticity of the whole thing. Another killer would be donuts during the salo-salo. Donuts?!?! Dunkin is the kita-kits or something ng bayan, but that does not make it Filipino food. Naku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The OC na so see ya later. *sings* Typos, typos, typos, so many typos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-112531726522726103?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/112531726522726103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=112531726522726103&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112531726522726103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112531726522726103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2005/08/rantz.html' title='Rantz'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-112510964758639601</id><published>2005-08-27T11:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T11:27:27.593+09:00</updated><title type='text'>REPORT CARD</title><content type='html'>i'm in titus right now. i just got my report card! i got pretty good grades except for chemistry. i got a measley 84 there. argh!!! ttyl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-112510964758639601?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/112510964758639601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=112510964758639601&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112510964758639601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112510964758639601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2005/08/report-card.html' title='REPORT CARD'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-112488569695111197</id><published>2005-08-25T12:14:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T21:14:56.956+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Things &lt;--- a title I'll use again and again</title><content type='html'>RANDOM THOUGHTS since nothing really happened today…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Seeing an old playmate is always nice, but it feels a bit strange (at least for moi) to find out he’s swung THAT way. One of my cousins is gay, but I saw first-hand how he transcended from lowly sack of testosterone to fabbity-fab fairy. That’s different from meeting Rocky again. After all these years of remembering how he told me I ran slow because I was a girl, I find out that now he REALLY runs like one himself. Life is tres strange. Well, at least we have mucho more in common and I’ve always enjoyed the company of gay men. I mean, we do have at least eight of them in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~If God had wanted people to be juniors, He would have given us five brains, arms, everything. We have two play-productions this Monday. Two. Deux. Dos. Zwei. Due. Dalawa. Duha. Naku. I thought I had gotten used to third-year layp. Still, at least I’m not on the streets. Getting emo again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I have horrible posture. I’m as baku as Lance Armstrong’s wins are straight. When I grow old, I’m going to be hunchbacked, blind from all the reading in the dark, and penniless. I wonder if they’ll cast me for “Kampanerang Kuba in Space”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-112488569695111197?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/112488569695111197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=112488569695111197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112488569695111197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112488569695111197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2005/08/random-things-title-ill-use-again-and.html' title='Random Things &lt;--- a title I&apos;ll use again and again'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-112462488980023607</id><published>2005-08-22T11:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T20:48:09.806+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just had a very laid-back weekend. Horrible, actually… I keep on worrying about what I might have forgotten to do! I only accomplished two things today- &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/view/21995932/"&gt;my Music project&lt;/a&gt; and the diary thing for English. I feel so incompetent right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we’ll be changing our seats. I don’t want to. I’m going to miss Regina in all her genius seatmate glory, Stephy’s constant “I’m so fat” or “Harry is maaahnly” comments, Grayshell shutting us up when we sing a Hilary Duff song, and even Pumpkin’s everyday routine of saying “Stooooopid.” I’m getting so emo. Zoddammit! We’re still classmates baya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahay. I’ve given up trying to make my own template. CSS or whatever is as alien to me as Math. I’ll have to stick with my current layout. No prob really since it’s adorable naman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasted 120 pesos for that. It’s sooo argh. Dial- up is argh. Golden Peak is so argh for being so tall and blocking the wifi signal. My forehead is so argh for being a warzone (don’t ask..,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so argh, but at least I’m not on the streets begging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m getting emo again. I better stop now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-112462488980023607?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/112462488980023607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=112462488980023607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112462488980023607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112462488980023607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-had-very-laid-back-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-112454515970247523</id><published>2005-08-20T22:35:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T22:39:19.706+09:00</updated><title type='text'>August 20! &lt;--- I can't think of a title</title><content type='html'>~August is the “Buwan ng Wika” and since cut-out queen, MM, is in III-B, our walls are decorated with brown paper tiles to give our classroom a nipa hut effect. Well… At least, they WERE. The school told us to take them off. They were afraid the tape would damage the paint so our walls are back to its creamy boringiosity. Poor Tempo. Putting those things up took them three days pa gyud. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Some of the FU*-fighters and I watched “The Great Raid” this afternoon. Since it was “the most successful rescue mission in the history of the U.S. military”, it really wasn’t that- How should I say this? Hmm… I really didn’t go, “Ah! Oh! Nooooo! Stupid bullet!” which is what I usually do during war flicks. Still, it was a cool movie. Critics are saying it was a flop, but I don’t really listen to them that much. Although I have to admit the number ONE reason I watched “The Great Raid” was because it was about Filipino history. Cesar Montano was in it, bringing with him his unnatural bad English from “Rizal”. Paolo Montalban was in it- for TWO minutes tops. There was also this Pinoy guy who’s a suki in playing lecherous kontrabidas. I think he died… Anywhack, it was nice to see Pinoy actors in a movie with DECENT special effects. It’s pretty rare baya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I’m currently in a “poetry phase”. I’m a FRUSTRATED poet. Sobra. My poems are baduy. You know… all “I love you with all my soul” stuff. Reg and Steph asked me to write them so I didn’t really have a choice. I confess that I did enjoy writing them and I loved the look on Steph’s face when she realized that Harry Potter, her “loverboy”, was already DEAD in the poem. Read: “As you trace my name, the silver letters engraved on black stone.” Of all the poems I wrote this week, NONE of them had good endings. Lol. I changed it into an essay though. I am obsessed with proportion (which it lacked greatly) and I couldn’t choose which lines to use thus I used them ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Our report cards will be given out next week. My stomach feels like a million caterpillars wiggling in it. I can’t wait. &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fingals United&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-112454515970247523?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/112454515970247523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=112454515970247523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112454515970247523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112454515970247523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2005/08/august-20-i-cant-think-of-title.html' title='August 20! &lt;--- I can&apos;t think of a title'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-112402072273647922</id><published>2005-08-14T20:37:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T20:58:42.740+09:00</updated><title type='text'>no title kay kapoy si madam</title><content type='html'>Chihuahua! It's been a week since our qes. So far, I've done okay except in Geometry and Chem. Of course, that was expected. I had 35 mistakes in Geom which means my score was five points higher than the passing score! If was someone else I'd be devastated, but I'm me so HAHA! In Chem I had 55 mistakes which HURT, but I still passed. Enough about grades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I watched Charlie and the Choco Factory with my parents last night. It was weird and I absolutely LOVE weird as long as no one gets hurt 'cept the people who hurt me. Ok. Me joke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Aaah! I've gotten the Kwan bug. I just finished reading "The Hundred Secret Senses" by Amy Tan. It's really nice 'cept for the part when Libby-ah talks about "making love". I'm not use to that at all. It's either sex or bleepbleep. Bleepbleep sounds even weirder actually, but at least I don't say tooot! which is beyond annoying if you ask me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was yapping about Charlie and the Choco Factory and I end up talking about bleepbleep. Something is vair, vair wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm thinking about changing my template. My current one is uber cute, but I want a more personalized one, something than doesn't require me to squint, something like Patty's... I better get to it na because I'm picky. Nakakasuklam. Yesterday, I went through five outfit changes before I was ready for laag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-112402072273647922?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/112402072273647922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=112402072273647922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112402072273647922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112402072273647922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-title-kay-kapoy-si-madam.html' title='no title kay kapoy si madam'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-112210100141924909</id><published>2005-07-23T15:40:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T15:43:21.423+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Kadyut lang sa...</title><content type='html'>This is going to be short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t have classes yesterday, so I went to the movies with my parents. We watched “Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy”. It was so cool and funny, but my mom kept on laughing that I was too annoyed to laugh sab. It had a stellar cast too. They had John Malkovich, Bill Nighy, Alan Rickman… Sobra. Plus, the guy who plays Arthur is the same guy who plays another Arthur in Harry Potter. The Weasley one ba. Anywhack, I really want to watch it again, but I have a bazillion things to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. Periodicals are in a week. I better start studying for Geom and Chem. I suck at Math and other kuti stuff. Gtg, pyu… &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-112210100141924909?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/112210100141924909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=112210100141924909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112210100141924909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112210100141924909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2005/07/kadyut-lang-sa.html' title='Kadyut lang sa...'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-112117640369857069</id><published>2005-07-13T13:51:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T18:58:24.216+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't think of any good titles...</title><content type='html'>Teacher Christine had us rearrange our seats. Thank you, God. My old place would get scorching hot after lunch. It's by the window, but we're on the ground floor. So... Unless a tornado was about to sweep me up to my rightful place as queen of an alternate universe where you can have awful posture and not be hunchbacked when your senile, you couldn't get as much as a whisper from the heavens on most days. The breeze from the electric fan can get to me now and I would have been in utopia if we didn’t have to take a quiz on tenses. I swear, just like the Lupang Hinirang, I can never get it right no matter how much I go over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ach. That reminds me. We have a practical test on the three STC Must Songs. Must. Must. Must. Must. Must. Must. Must. Must. Must. Must. NOT Mass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PU #2 picked me up from school suuuuuper late. It was a good thing Dixie lives nearby and decided to hang out with me for a while. Dixie is ultra talented in the art and singing department. I'm making her a DA account to show the world her talent. Sobra. I'm a semi-Dixie-licker&lt;--- new thingy I learned from reading "The Princess Diaries VI". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And adults say that we can't get anything from books like that. Excuse ME but who reads sex books with scantily clothed couples on the cover??? Adults [Of course, some peers of mine, who will remain unnamed, read them too] Susan books are exempted from this category because her books only have scenery on the cover and the bed scenes- can you call them bed scenes? They happen everywhere! Pick- up trucks, in the middle of football fields, on a desk... [I got all this info from Egg, some Spudders and from the ONLY Susan book I've read, "Kiss an Angel"] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vhere was I? Oh, yeah. Never mind that topic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an unannounced pre- diagnostic test for Geometry from SS to Fil time. Surprise! Surprise! NOT. What the heck is SAS or transversal? I haven't even taken the test about Geometry's history yet. Mon DIEU. It’s a good thing it's not part of the card grade. But, the report tomorrow for SS is! I better go pretend to study and set my alarm for five so I can study AGAIN aka sleep till six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Pyu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-112117640369857069?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/112117640369857069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=112117640369857069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112117640369857069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112117640369857069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-cant-think-of-any-good-titles.html' title='I can&apos;t think of any good titles...'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-112108089170924493</id><published>2005-07-11T20:17:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T19:01:06.993+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you still be friend if...</title><content type='html'>Nagsummative mi sa Geometry. I studied. I ACTUALLY studied, but I think igo ra ko makapass! Ach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spudders and I had this weird conversation during lunch. We talked about who we would date if we were guys. It all started when I asked them if they'd still be my friend even if I was bi or gay. [Of chores, I am neither... I don't have anything against those who swing that way]. They told me that they would still be my friends as long as I didn't ask any of them out. HA. They're good people and all, but I would NEVER date any of them. Of course friendship isn't about the ifs diba. Anywack, the Abyss told us she would totally date her cousin- which is beyond gross... but she told us that she would if they weren't related so she could break her stupid heart into a bazillion pieces and then set them on fire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't like her cousin. :-P Obvious ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaaaaaaay... I have report to memorize for Social Studies. Is third- year really this difficult or am do I just think it is? We have tests everyday. I'm constantly studying my brain dry. &lt;---- BIG FAT LIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australia ish... G'nyt, Pyu. (-.-) Zzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I luuuuurve my new skin by _upside-down*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-112108089170924493?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/112108089170924493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=112108089170924493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112108089170924493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112108089170924493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2005/07/would-you-still-be-friend-if.html' title='Would you still be friend if...'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-112097242180999342</id><published>2005-07-10T14:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T19:11:11.876+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Paradise</title><content type='html'>I stayed slept in Paradise last night. It still feels like home. It should since I lived there for eight years. I can't remember a lot but to sum them up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight years of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Listening to people say, "Naa moy itlog?" &lt;br /&gt;2. Cowering in terror of The Xai.&lt;br /&gt;3. Pakipot with the cute guy on the street way before mine.&lt;br /&gt;4. Running around the village braless * I have no boobs so I didn’t break any laws*.&lt;br /&gt;5. Falling of my bike in front of unsuspecting passersby.&lt;br /&gt;6. Cramming that stalked me to my new house.&lt;br /&gt;7. Dancing in front of my mom's huuuuuge antique vanity like the moron that I am.&lt;br /&gt;8. Sleeping with the telly on when I'm alone in the room.&lt;br /&gt;9. Climbing up the shelf in my room to my secret box.&lt;br /&gt;10. Fushigi Yuugi and Pokemon cards that I stored in the secret box.&lt;br /&gt;11. Walking at night to Bo's.&lt;br /&gt;12. Accidentally destroying my Barbies' hair.&lt;br /&gt;13. Accidentally decapitating my Barbies&lt;br /&gt;14. Playing "Ms. Universe" with my Barbies *I am a Barbie nut*&lt;br /&gt;15. Having my diary secretly read by... people.&lt;br /&gt;16. Stocking up on Mongol No. 2s.&lt;br /&gt;17. Cursed computers that break down every week.&lt;br /&gt;18. Watching TV when I'm strictly told not to.&lt;br /&gt;19. Bliss and tears.&lt;br /&gt;20. "You make my life sooooo hard! Ooooh... I really want that. I luurve you so much!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ish a lot more, but I don't have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! I've got megatons of homework! Till next time, dear Pyu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-112097242180999342?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/112097242180999342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=112097242180999342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112097242180999342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112097242180999342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2005/07/missing-paradise.html' title='Missing Paradise'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14307923.post-112083285247344400</id><published>2005-07-08T23:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T19:12:41.526+09:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Me Again</title><content type='html'>I've come back!!! I am one of the laziest bloggers in ze world, but anywack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm an officer?!?! When that darn cat bit me last summer, I must've died and plunged into an alternate universe. I have the lowest rank, but who really cares? Getting picked out of 52 is pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Seon brought her yearbook tuhday. Our's looks like the phonebook next to it. Their yearbook is super bongga... Ok, I'm moving to Korea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-THEY are soooooooooo baaaaaaaaaaaaaaad! It's not fair that some secs[INCLUDING MINE!!!] didn't get to attend the Pinoy Blonde thing! Waaaa... I hope they get extra homework for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Today is a national day for prayer. EVERYBODY!!! We have to pray for our beloved country!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ish all for now :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14307923-112083285247344400?l=kissmypyu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/feeds/112083285247344400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14307923&amp;postID=112083285247344400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112083285247344400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14307923/posts/default/112083285247344400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissmypyu.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-me-again.html' title='It&apos;s Me Again'/><author><name>SaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680299242041161789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/39744774_190a114376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
