<?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-11456772</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:02:43.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>devitalize me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-115402774694122103</id><published>2006-07-27T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T12:15:46.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of cabbages and KINGS</title><content type='html'>ACTUALLY, I wanted to post this as a reply to Ralph but chose not to for I feel that it may be perceived as offensive, especially by the new commissioners. So, as this is MY blog; I can post whatever I want Ü.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, let me begin by saying " I LOVE THIS JOB, I HATE THIS JOB"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First. I shall explain why I voted as I did is the recent case of John Lopez. Because though it seems I go againts the group, I have reasons  . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. As I have said time and time again at many cases past (hmmmmmmm), I do not like placing judgment on people I do not feel strongly as GUILTY . It would not please my mind knowing I may have put someone at wrong because of this power granted to me (wow evangelic ang dating  ). I do understand the decision the COMELEC made and I have absolute respect for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Something I noticed early during the hearing was how it was not the receipient of the text message talking for himself. Quoting "hawak ko cellphone nya, tapos nakita ko message saying, J.Lo here, so binasa ko". All the time the receipient chose (did he chose?) to remain silent and kept looking at the floor. To me this was a sign of him not wanting to be there, (Personally I did not share this earlier for I did not see this as relevant, but this may help us now), probably because it was a blockmate he was hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though many years ago, yes I was once a frosh  . I remember just wanting to make friends and being very cautious of what I would do. The case, seemed to me automatically aloof because of this fact. WHY, would you do that to a blockmate? Does being part of a political party mean THAT much to you, that you would risk a friendship? My answer? HELL NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it leads me to conclude… what if? It were all a set-up. God-damn Santugon is good. There is a good chance of this; and an equal chance of it being not. Hence back to not being sure at all. Then there I go, afraid, cowering in the farthest portion of my mind. Until I decide to withdraw (pun intended), I choose not to fight it; so I choose to leave it. Yet still abstaining would not be my answer, I choose nay. For this is the option presented to me wherin things can move on, to be fixed. Nothing to look back on but the memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not believe my fellow commissioners are wrong in their decision. They have their way of thinking and I have mine. Come on, I mean 9 of them againts 1 me must mean something about me. Hahaha. It is quite deductible from this that I may be wrong, yet still. I too just think aloud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-115402774694122103?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/115402774694122103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/115402774694122103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2006/07/of-cabbages-and-kings.html' title='Of cabbages and KINGS'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-115402548710873813</id><published>2006-07-27T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T11:38:07.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awaken</title><content type='html'>Other than new people acquiring my blog link, I guess I really missed being able to relsease all the angst. H e r e  w e  g o !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing you do after not seeing your blog for ages is of course reading your entries (in my case it wouldnt be too difficult since I have but a few). Regarding the entry before this, I realize how truly naive I am a person. The last entry was about  my first meeting with the Comelec. Now, I've experienced it all. I grew to love and hate it. Being said that speaking of something makes it important, I wont. Ü All the same I did enjoy my first term as a commissioner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things have happened which I wish I took time to record here. The General Elections, Summer Classes, not being able to shift again, pregnancy, batangas... I dont know, maybe I'm just too sentimental. Maybe some day I'll make them their entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I should be doing a paper for lab. Its 2:29 am and the due time is 7:35. I missed the submission of the first paper because (1) I didnt know about it! horray for my wonderful friends, and (2) I was on a team building hosted by the school and couldnt have passed it anyway. Life sucks. Yet I make that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the current term I beleive I am failing a LOT of subjects. And only a few moments ago did I come to realize that I cant! Not because I dont want to fail (I can always manage that), Its because if I do, my term GPA might go below allowable minimum. Which obviously, would lead to expulsion! ......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that means I SHOULD be making my paper then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-115402548710873813?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/115402548710873813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/115402548710873813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2006/07/awaken.html' title='Awaken'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-113976028771839889</id><published>2006-02-12T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T08:04:47.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>for everyone</title><content type='html'>on recent posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not get that perfect score on my second PARTCOR test. In fact, I got a 70! I hate it. The only thing I can say is that I believed in myself too much. Next time then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first Comelec meeting for the upcoming general elections last Friday night. I met my fellow new commissioners. They were great. Scary in a way. Only one former comissioner stayed for another term, Charles. This particular Friday, conveniently fell on the same day I was scheduled to go out with friends, or at least got invites to go out. One was with the college crew, we were to go to Euro Star. It was bad enough I could'nt go but even worse that they had to shove it in my face. I know they meant well and that they only did this on principle of "the more the merrier", but still; it felt like what I wanted (needed rather) to do was unimportant to them and not the slightest bit condidered. It may be that I am too sensitive about the topic but still it wont leave my head. (I mean, its not like I didnt WANT to go with them, I did, very much in fact; I just wish they did'nt make it seem like it was my fualt). The other invite came from my best friend mike. he got these premiere tickets for aeon flux and was going with his mom and his mom's (ehem), friend. They had an extra ticket and I soo soo wanted to go. At least he was more considerate and knew the value of what I needed to do. (Case Closed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway more on the comelec people. I knew there were a lot of things to accomplish, but I didnt know there were a LOT of things to accomplish. And further this is a schoolwide thing. Meaning what we would do matters greatly and errors are not acceptable. My outlook about life changed after this meeting. I met a lot of great people which includes Army Padilla (Student Council President) and Dan Dizon (College Assembly President of the College of Engineering). Amazing what you learn from other people. I knew I was at average witty (not out of boasting) but these guys were GREAT! They knew what they were doing and I felt aomewhat insignificant compared to them. But despite this they were able to integrate in me a sense of bigger purpose (one way of putting it), I then realized how little I did to help others which actually is my life's meaning. That will change. Now I have meetings three times a week (MWF 6pm-9pm) which actually means no more social life. Tee-hee. I wonder how the friends will respond to this? Uh-oh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suteki da ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines is coming up, not that it matters that much to someone like me but it does seem to make others fret a bit. Now, I am rather concerned about Lie Ann's birthday. I know I'm not obliged to give anything, but I want to. I feel like she's been there for me so many times and I hav'nt done anything as a form of my gratitude. I can make this happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also feel guilty not making the dealine of the article I have to do for outdoor. It's simple enough really, I enjoy writing and all but I;m just too lazy. Now I have to do it by Tuesday. I bear this burden because of my own acts anyway so why complain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping I can do everything. I'll neevr admit it but I do feel that I underachieve. I mean I know I can do things, but I can't set my mind to them. I'm just a little dazed at the moment and am hoping I can get out of it. Organization is my key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently saw Princess Diaries 2 on TV. I heard the line again saying that "Courage is not the absence of fear but knowing that something else is more important". I am afraid, too afraid to try something knowing I can fail. But there are bigger things, and there are others in worse positions. I just have to remeber that I'm lucky as I am. In a good school, financially stable and everyone around me for support. Guess I do have to thank God for this. Hehe. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-113976028771839889?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/113976028771839889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/113976028771839889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2006/02/for-everyone.html' title='for everyone'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-113924151038738237</id><published>2006-02-06T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T07:58:30.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what about time?</title><content type='html'>NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now obviously I'm making this post. Other than that I'm eating potato chips. It's againts my personal belief that chips will kill me slowly and painfully, but I need it to keep myself awake. I'm studying for a Finance test tomorrow. Its the second for the term. The first one was okay, I got 17 out of 20. But I could have gotten higher had I not seen the answer of a friend of mine that i copied knowing this friend almost always gets a perfect score on objective tests and replced my answer with this friend's answer despite my personal knowledge of it being another answer. (Made sense to you?... That was my intention. :D). And so now I'm cramming once again though I had an entire weekend to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up late again. I got in my first class (MACREC) late by a few minutes; but luckily my proffesor cares not about attendance. Immediately of course I open a book and start studying. Not for that subject though, but for the next one that convieniently has a quiz. Again. This habit is not unusual for me, nor my classmates, they all know that CHEMTEK, my next subject, always begins with a quiz on the lesson to be discussed that day. I did'nt do bad, not at all; in fact, I got a perfect score. Though admitttedly I changed two answers. I really don't mind doing this, especially because (1) my other classmates change a whole LOT more than I do and (2) that they dont even study yet get higher scores than me. "Oh well, rot in hell". During our long break we went to ricky's place. It was I, Jo, Ricky, Bolatz, Noemi, Lie Ann, Shoti, Jules, Evann, Caryl, Amabelle and some dude that I know only as a officer of ECONORG and the same person that sang the Alma Mater song during my LPEP. He and Amabelle were there for "Business", ironically they were there for "Business and Economics". We were making sooo much noise playing cards that a neighbor had to shout at us "P.I. tumahimik nga kayo". That made us burts in louder laughter; but out of common etiqutte of course we lowered our noise. For my final class (MICREC), noemi and I knew our proffesor would'nt be around, so we decided to cut and stay at the condo, but then a classmate texts us saying that a substitue came and has an exercise for us. We run to school and get to class without the substiture paying atention to us. So there we were, Noemi DRUNK and making lots of noise while I tried hard o concentrate on the exercise. After that hectic hour of trying to figure things out, the substitue gets up, gives us the answer, and decides to let us leave. Without collecting the exercise. Shit! Obviously we shoud have cut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out by 330. This meant I had 2 1/2 hours before my meeting for outdoor. Shit again. So after receiving a text from my friend wanting to see me, I decide to just go. I would have stayed the 2 1/2 hours to study for the finance test but of course as my stars would have it, I didnt have my material! And so I meet my friend and hang out at the internet shop near his place. Doing nothing at all but browse and play games. Yeah, really productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving home, dinner that was waiting for me was two burgers. Hmmmm. That means for the entire day, I had 2 greasy pizzas for lunch, 2 fat burgers for dinner and now a bag of sodium flled chips for a midnight snack. At least I'm having lots of fluids. To dillute myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I get the results to my second PARTCOR quiz. I hope I do better than the first time. I regret not getting at least a 90% on the first one since on the same day I had my first quiz in finance. That means divided time for study. So I got a 84, which should be a 90! I'm really bitter about this! Can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm officially one of te new Comelec Commisioners of CBE. The other in Annemau. Yeeeeeeeey. I'm afraid I still dont know what I have to do though. Oh well, I'll eventually get it. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cut ECOSTAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-113924151038738237?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/113924151038738237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/113924151038738237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-about-time.html' title='what about time?'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-113803227730475809</id><published>2006-01-24T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T08:04:37.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>holding on</title><content type='html'>Last weekened we were supposed to go on a climb. A level 2 climb. On Mount Tarak, Marivelles Bataan. 8 people were on the final list of participants. That includes 3 guys and 5 girls. I was very much exited and ready. I even trained myself slightly. But lo and behold Friday night, 2 girls backed out; thats when everything came falling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone started backing out, it seemed that less people meant bigger expenses for fair. That was shit! I wanted to go! So did Jo. But then whatever happens happens, it may be what most people call "the will of God" or "serendipity", I call it an oppurtunity lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been fine. It's not great, but fine. I'm doing okay I can say. But just okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MACREC&lt;/strong&gt; is sooooooo boring. I know all my blockmates who took Laszlo told me so, but believe me THEY TOLD ME SO! I hate his jokes!!! Okay hate is too strong a word, but still they're pretty corny. Though he seems to enjoy them. He especially likes the ones about Mice and Elephants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MICREC&lt;/strong&gt; is another story. At first it would seem that Tanchuco is the kind of professor you'd want to sleep through, but then again he's okay. For me that is. I like his lessons, I understand him fine and I've never seen a professor who himself is greatly interested in what hes teaching us. Though rather than teaching, its more as if he were just sharing to us something he knows, which makes the learning much more simpler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ECOSTAT&lt;/strong&gt; is average-ish. The subject itself is relatively easy, especially since we have a new teacher who happens to be under the math department. He definitely knows what he's teaching; the problem is however is that he seems not to know much about application to Economics, which may be why he asks to us to answer preposterous questions on his homeworks about how can WE apply a certain knowledge to Economics. Honestly, I dont know; maybe he should. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEMTEK&lt;/strong&gt; is good. I like our prof. He's a multi-millionare who has a coconut oil platation. He likes blond jokes and religous ones which to me are rather peculiar since they're mostly about priests of different orders. He by the way is from &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; Ateneo. That means he's Jesuit in nature. So in most of his jokes its the Jesuit priest that wins; he's alays againts the Franciscan(which I happen to believe have great principles in life), Dominican and Agustinian. Like most of the people from Ateneo, this Jesuit thinks very highly of himself; may be that it rubs off on the students, may be also why a Jesuit is not allowed the position of the Pope. Back to the subject, we (Evann, Jo and I) have been doing great; that is of course considering the subject requires mere memorization of facts that are in the prescribed textbook. Though I do admit that we change answers in the end (at the end of a quiz, which by the way is on a every meeting basis, we check our own papers or exchange them). Its not that were bad students, we actually study hard, its just that everbody else changes their answers in the end that were being cheated of getting the top marks. I know two wrongs dont make a right but heck justice revails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINAMA&lt;/strong&gt; has yet to reveal its nasty side. Our first quiz was a true or false quiz based on the book. It was easy really (not bragging) everyone thought it was, though I did get 2 mistakes (I assume since the results have yet to be returned) which is actually more than the average 1 mistake per person. The teacher is really nice, more of a pushover, but that I never do. We (my FINAMA blockmates) beleive that he has OCD (obssessive vompulsive behaviouer), he's always sooo neat it's blinding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PARTCOR&lt;/strong&gt;is another demanding subject. The professor is really nice and smart. I've never met one who's memorized a law book by article number. But then again she's only the second professor of law I've met. It's either she can stone billions and billions of facts in her head, or that she may have been teaching the subject far too long. The first quiz was last Thursday and I really really wish I did well. I do feel that I am passing but then again who knows. I will, tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I'm trying to rid my system of is this DotA addiction. Hehehehe. I'm succeeding actually. It seems to get more boring each day. But then as a consequence, I hooked on Ragnarok again. I admit it has afected my studying habits, but I'm trying to fix that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As each day passes I try to be more mature. Nowadays I see less of my block, actually more in terms of "seeing", but what I mean is hangin out with them. It may be because of that incident... Which we should forget because it's fine now. I'm with a diferent possee now. Same block but quite different. Then again our block is one big possee of jumbled malice. But we tight! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOUTOUT : to my Highschool Friends! let's go OUT!!! yahooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-113803227730475809?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/113803227730475809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/113803227730475809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2006/01/holding-on.html' title='holding on'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-113647797327092318</id><published>2006-01-05T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T09:34:40.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Minds</title><content type='html'>It's a brand new year. And a brand new term!&lt;br /&gt;Plus... I have time to post! Hooray for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall start with a recall of significant events in my life during 2005&lt;br /&gt;1.) I attended a lot of debuts. Yup that was the 87 babies turning 18 year. This sadly includes me.&lt;br /&gt;2.) The end of my first year as a collge student. Now that's something to be proud of I believe.&lt;br /&gt;3.) First time I went to school on my birthday. Thanks to summer classes.&lt;br /&gt;4.) I got sooooooo wasted! I puked on my living room floor and slept there too. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;5.) Revealed to a lot of people my secret life! Hahaha. 1022??&lt;br /&gt;6.) I climbed my first mountain! and my second mountain!&lt;br /&gt;7.) Kiss and make up&lt;br /&gt;8.) I learned DotA! Crazie&lt;br /&gt;9.) I learned to smoke!&lt;br /&gt;Summing up it was all Scandals, Lies, Loves and heartbreaks. Uh-huh. That would be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Events during 2005&lt;br /&gt;1.) Bush gets a second term as President of the United States. (Sarcastically) Wooop-deee-dooo. Now the real fun begins.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Terri Schiavo has her feeding tube removed and later dies.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Pope John Paul II dies. Cardinal Ratzinger, now Pope Benedict XVI takes over the control of billions of believers.&lt;br /&gt;4.) Same-sex marriage legalization expanding rapidly.&lt;br /&gt;5.) Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince was released. It SUCKED!!! But only because somebody died.&lt;br /&gt;6.) The london bombing. And whole lot of other bombings and killings.&lt;br /&gt;7.) Hurricane Katrina&lt;br /&gt;8.) Hong Kong Disneyland opens&lt;br /&gt;9.) Hurrican Rita&lt;br /&gt;10.) Harry Potter and the Goblet of fire. I have not seen this.&lt;br /&gt;Basically Bombs and Hurricances. Lots of deaths yet still a population growth like a realy bad tumor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippine events.&lt;br /&gt;These really need not be stated, because either way; without any improvement, we are going down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-113647797327092318?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/113647797327092318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/113647797327092318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2006/01/simple-minds.html' title='Simple Minds'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-113647729395629300</id><published>2005-12-22T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T07:22:02.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hurt too</title><content type='html'>So not everyone has the luxury of having free time to make a post, well now I do. So listen and (read rather) and read well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: this may contain material inappropriate for young at mind readers which include possible explicit terms, personal bashing (may be about you or a friend of yours) and basic hard to believe and swallow truths. This may also be extremely long for I have been keeeping lots of thoughts inside myself that now I wish to release. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this very moment of my typing, it is 3:24 early morning and I hav'nt and have no intention of sleeping. I am "studying" for finals (accounting) where I need a 97 to get a mere 1.0 I dont mind having to repeat a subjet, heck all I'd have to do would be to make sure I'd do great he next time I take it. I've done it once before, and I did learn very well in fact. But then again its how unfair things are turning out that bothers me&lt;br /&gt;example:&lt;br /&gt;why is it that my classmates cheat, lie and god knows what else in order to (in immoral ways) pull up their grades and pass? And here I am trying my best(okay probably not my best) but giving an effort to do well but still am failing. This is concrete proof that being a goody-goody is not a good thing. There's no denying it, sometimes I'm too kind for my own good. Such as a recent mountain climbing event I'm sure you may already have heard of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of injustice in this oh so perfect world of mine. Late last night (4 hours ago) I spoke (not technically) to a blockmate (Mela) about the recent release of grades for MARKET1 by a certain teacher. The teacher is Zamora, I do not know whether you know her or not but I first saw her during a concert by the "DLSU chamber" where she played the guitar freakishly good. Like that of old Mexican music. Obviously difficult. At that instant I wanted her to be my teacher, now however I thank Jo for leading me to Liongson. Going back to my story, Zamora apparently gave 1.5's to Angelica and Ricky. Yes!!! Angelica Cristine Francisco Torres and Ricky Francisco Limlingan (dont mind the coincidence), two of the brightest, dorkiest (in a good way) and grade conscious of my blockmates. SAY WHAT!!! 1.5's!!! That would mean... Yes, they would be disqualified from the dean's list. That is sad. MARKET1, a FLOATING!!! subject, made hell by this woman who asks nothing less than perfection from her students, now would be the most hated subject by two peace loving people. This more unfair (not meaning to make one jealous) is that my MARKET1 class was relativly easy, we did lots of papers but heck I had fun and learned. What's more peculiar is that MARKET1 finals are TAKE-HOME!!! hence, they would have received really high marks now would hey not? 1.5's would mean low Finals. But I copied from those finals... what shall become of me? I hope this is a bad joke, or maybe a misunderstanding. It's really rather sad. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I would like to announce that I've been going to mass. Yes I, Andre, ME : MASS, doesnt really go together now does it? All the same I went, Not like I was singing and clinging to every word of the Priest (I actually understood 20% of the enire thing, it was in tagalog). Though this I must admit, the first time I went to mass after the longest time, I got a 4.0 on a debate and another 4.0 on a poetry recital. It may be coincidential, maybe I worked hard for that, But still, it is wonderous is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hav'nt slept, all I've done are the business case and the folder. That's not good now is it? I'm really close to accepting I'm going to fail this subject. But being me, I really dont give up easily. More problems include the VCD we were supposed to have submitted today but didnt due to technicaities. I dont really blame anyone for that, more amazingly, I dont blame myself. So with that I shall wrap up by saying I shall proceed to studying. Thanks reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Another's, she will be another's, as she was before my kisses" - tonight I can write the saddest lines by: Pablo neruda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-113647729395629300?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/113647729395629300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/113647729395629300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-hurt-too.html' title='I hurt too'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-112374967793794022</id><published>2005-08-11T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T01:41:17.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>have a little faith</title><content type='html'>~have a little faith~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always have a little faith in people&lt;br /&gt;                      - Woody Allen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-112374967793794022?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/112374967793794022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/112374967793794022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2005/08/have-little-faith.html' title='have a little faith'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-112287451498336885</id><published>2005-08-01T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T00:22:20.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where oh where</title><content type='html'>~where oh where~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in school now. Something is wrong with my PC, i cant connect... hmmm. At least it doesnt need reformatting. Mela is with me, Noemi just came in. Were waiting for enrollment. Stupid erollment... why couldnt they just have continued the block sections??? oh well... I guess this works for the better. Making your own schedule does have perks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I enter La Salle in the first place? Well, I guess its better than the 'other' school/s. Ahaha. Not that they dont have good names, its just, for this particular course, it was just the best choice. I dont regret it either. I love my friends... err, just my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant help thinking about LOVE lately. I've recently decided to stay off it. Its a really bad habit. Ahaha. But then like the irony that the whole world is, when your not looking for anything, it comes your way... &lt;strong&gt;"Holy Light, banish the evil from my sight, make this phallic love go away so that studies may be my main priority today"&lt;/strong&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the things that are then when I dont need them. This morning I was late for Rels, so I had to get a cab. And, of course, there werent any. PIF. (for anyone who wishes to know, PIF is a pneumonic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do not like Rels. One thing, is that I do not like the church very well. I am catholic, but not practicing. I think the church has loads of crap. So much herecy that Cubao looks holy. And believe me, its NOT. Second is all this studying, why teach us Religon when were taught another subject contrary to Religon? Science, Philosophy, History and such. Hmmmm........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About History, I've finally finished (actually it more of a "we") the exhibit for JPRIZAL. I hate JP I hate JP I hate JP. Whoever put into action R.A. 1425 must be killed, or maybe just stopped. Jose Rizal was not a ideal Role Model!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I'm all written out.. next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-112287451498336885?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/112287451498336885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/112287451498336885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2005/08/where-oh-where.html' title='where oh where'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-112204570978847693</id><published>2005-07-22T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T08:21:49.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unwillfully</title><content type='html'>~unwillfully~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its sad&lt;br /&gt;what i learned&lt;br /&gt;though i know i wanted it&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know it would hurt&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know it had gone so far&lt;br /&gt;it makes me depressed&lt;br /&gt;knowing you didnt want it&lt;br /&gt;knowing she wasnt what you wanted&lt;br /&gt;tell me though&lt;br /&gt;was it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;though you dont say it&lt;br /&gt;it clearly shows&lt;br /&gt;regret is unneeded&lt;br /&gt;the past cant be revisited&lt;br /&gt;nothing changed&lt;br /&gt;so much learned&lt;br /&gt;cant turn back&lt;br /&gt;only sorrow&lt;br /&gt;the saddest of it all&lt;br /&gt;is that you dont know&lt;br /&gt;how much to me it has brought&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-112204570978847693?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/112204570978847693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/112204570978847693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2005/07/unwillfully.html' title='unwillfully'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-112075332472721152</id><published>2005-07-07T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T09:22:04.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lets</title><content type='html'>~lets~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time huh, well thats school for you, work work work.&lt;br /&gt;(Speaking of, I should be studying noe for RELSTWO misterms tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I would like to thank Ann for dinner. Ahaha&lt;br /&gt;Today was Ann's Birthday Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;It was held in Krua Thai, Megamall Megastrip Building B.&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to meet at 630 and we did at around 500, but the celebrant was late. Ahahaha. Thats ok ann, we still love you.&lt;br /&gt;It was eventful. It was definite Fun and I do hope Ann enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, Aaaaaaaaaaaaaargh, why God must you torture me?&lt;br /&gt;I try to avoid (put name here), I do, but temptation is immenent...&lt;br /&gt;Sob sob sob. Oh and Mela, your not helping. Ahahahaha joke (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, recapp, of everything else I was not able to post about.&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday we went to Manila Bay. We namely:&lt;br /&gt;Ricky&lt;br /&gt;Jules&lt;br /&gt;Shoti&lt;br /&gt;Ann&lt;br /&gt;Maybs&lt;br /&gt;Monica&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;br /&gt;Andre&lt;br /&gt;It started innocently enough as we were staying at Ricky's place as usual to discuss our litera project. Then we decide to go on the penthouse to see the view. So were there gazing at the distance when someone suggests that we visit the bay. So the adventure begins.&lt;br /&gt;We get there by riding a jeepney from Rizal Memorial to CCP. The jeep part was adventure enough to some of our companions. Ahahaha, oh blissful ignorance. So we start walking, then we continued walking, after that we kept on walking, and soon after we still walked. This continued till we got to our destination, nowhere. Not surprisingly (after that walking) we arrive at Intramuros. So roughly, that was about 4kilometers. Not bad eh. Unexpected from the group.&lt;br /&gt;In intramuros, we go around of course to see what was there to see.&lt;br /&gt;We ended up sitting on the wall facing the golf course, just talking, taking pictures, eating and enjoying ourselves. Cliche "time flies when your having fun",&lt;br /&gt;well apparently, this means we were having fun. Not so later that we realized it was late, at least for those that needed to get home early. Ahahaha. So we head home.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone that day, it was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after the Intramuros escapade, Friday, we then went to Buwayang Bato Village in Makati. This was for our documentation project in Literature. This was a big group consisting of:&lt;br /&gt;Andre&lt;br /&gt;Angelica&lt;br /&gt;Ann&lt;br /&gt;Bea&lt;br /&gt;Bonner&lt;br /&gt;Evann&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;br /&gt;Jules&lt;br /&gt;Maybs&lt;br /&gt;Mela&lt;br /&gt;Monica&lt;br /&gt;Ricky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehrm ehrm ehrm... &lt;&lt;&lt;--- My sister wants to use the Computer.&lt;br /&gt;And since it is 12:21 in the morning before I have my midterms I guess I do have to set in. Very well very well. Next time. Mwah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Say yes, yes, yes" ahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-112075332472721152?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/112075332472721152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/112075332472721152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2005/07/lets.html' title='lets'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-111859278712764517</id><published>2005-06-12T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T05:30:41.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hay school</title><content type='html'>~hay school~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. after ng class, makikita mo ko sa...? &lt;br /&gt;sa school pa rin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. where do you usually hang-out? &lt;br /&gt;school (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. nakatapak ka na ba ng bubble gum sa kalye? &lt;br /&gt;malamang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. last movie you saw? &lt;br /&gt;sa cinema? di ko maalala, kita mong SCHOOL hangout ko (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. most expensive object you bought with your own money? &lt;br /&gt;food!!! madami yun ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. kung papapiliin ka: YOSI O BEER?&lt;br /&gt;BEER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. they say "you are who you hang out with"..&lt;br /&gt;so?... matalino ako? YES!!! galing talaga C43&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. have you ever fallen in-love with a friend? &lt;br /&gt;sigh. yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. what would you do if you caught your guy/girl &amp; bestfriend sleeping together? &lt;br /&gt;well, hindi bestfriend ung nahuli ko, pero NR ako. ala na ko magagawa pa ): its over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. any pets? what are their names? &lt;br /&gt;none of my own (I miss my snake though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. may nasuntok ka na ba? &lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. anung sabi nung sinuntok mo? &lt;br /&gt;alala ko 11 ako nun, sinuntok ko 13. ouch lang yata nasabi nya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. which do u prefer? jollibee or mcdo? &lt;br /&gt;mcdo pag breakfast, jollibee pag fries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. wendy's or kfc? &lt;br /&gt;FKC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. ever broken someone's heart? &lt;br /&gt;I couldnt shouldnt and wouldnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. ever had your heart broken? &lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. what did u do to the person who broke your heart?&lt;br /&gt;what more can I do? I'm a lover, not a fighter (hu-huh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. what's inside your pocket? &lt;br /&gt;right now? nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. fave past time? &lt;br /&gt;books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. biggest regret in life? &lt;br /&gt;no regrets, just painful memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. worst experience you've been through?&lt;br /&gt;High School - Best and Worst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. best place you'd rather be?&lt;br /&gt;Wouldnt the place I'd rather be be the best in my interest? Well anyway that place would be... on top of a mountain looking out to the a great view of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. would you kiss on a 1st date?&lt;br /&gt;yahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. last time u cried? &lt;br /&gt;I woke up crying last week, I dont know why though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.most embarassing thing u did for love?&lt;br /&gt;People do many things for love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.u inlove right now?&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.is someone in-love with u? &lt;br /&gt;and I'm supposed to know this how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.describe the kind of love for your significant someone...&lt;br /&gt;P A S S I O N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-111859278712764517?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111859278712764517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111859278712764517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2005/06/hay-school.html' title='hay school'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-111752020225621629</id><published>2005-05-31T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T23:16:42.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>still rambling</title><content type='html'>~still rambling~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cant get over everything. The stress stress stress. I miss summer school, it was fun and I actually learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went with Mela and Jo to Ricky's. I would be lying if I said I didnt enjoy the attention. Ahaha. It was the first time I was the one being asked for answers and not the other way around. This part I like about school. Im understanding accounting. Yet, there still is the issue of JPRIZAL. I got Jimenez, hes kind enough, funny, but then people say that he's horrible when it comes to grades. I wanted to drop it but after todays class I've decided that it would be such a waste. I figure since other people are taking the subject with me, I can make it work. So there goes my so called "light" term. (My life went and gone since I entered La Salle). Four finals. G-R-E-A-T. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my aims:&lt;br /&gt;LITERA1 4.0&lt;br /&gt;RELSTWO 4.0&lt;br /&gt;ACCOM2A 3.0&lt;br /&gt;OBLICON 3.0&lt;br /&gt;COMSTA1 3.0&lt;br /&gt;JPRIZAL 2.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha, Yes yes I am a HIGH HOPER. I just hope I can fulfill this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt my Imagination, 02 has been ignoring me. Not that I tried to talk to 02, but whenever I see 02 with other people, he seems to look away. Hmmmmm. Oh well, nothing more we can do about that. At least now 02 understands being on the other side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-111752020225621629?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111752020225621629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111752020225621629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2005/05/still-rambling.html' title='still rambling'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-111729897990953042</id><published>2005-05-29T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T09:49:39.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>three not tri</title><content type='html'>~three not tri~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Name 3 schools you went to.&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Lourdes School of Mandaluyong&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Aquinas School&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ De La Salle University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Name 3 favorite friends&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ J.....&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ J.....&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ more more mroe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Name 3 favorite fastfoods.&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Mc Donald's (breakfast)&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Wendy's (lunch)&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Kenny Roger's (dinner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Name 3 things in your pocket.&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Handkerchief&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Wallet&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Name 3 of your fave hangouts.&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Quad&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Greenbelt&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Dee Ell Esh You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Name 3 favorite songs.&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Poorman's Grave&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Love Song For No One&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Hudas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Name 3 favorite brand of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Nike&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ And 1 &lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Habagat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Name 3 favorite sports.&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Badminton&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Table Tennis&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Volleyball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Name 3 things you would like to do right now.&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Eat&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Go Out &lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Meet Someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Name 3 most valuable material possessions.&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Camera&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ A Certain Book&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Calculator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Name 3 things you are addicted to.&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Coffee&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Auntie Anne's Pretzels&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ MMORPG's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Name 3 expenses in school.&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Nutrition&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Supplies&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Getting there and back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Name 3 dream jobs&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Photographer&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Columnist&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Architect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Name 3 goals in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Smile&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Be Happy&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Stay in Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Name 3 plans for next week.&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Study&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ End World Hunger&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Discover Life's Purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Name 3 favorite drinks.&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ COFFEE = Sanity&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ HoneyMilk GreenTea&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Fruit Juice/Shake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Name 3 childhood superhero.&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Batman&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Sarah Ang Munting Prinsesa (wala na ko maisip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Name 3 highschool friends.&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ The Hot (tufufuts)&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ The Wise (sila renz)&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ The Cool (sila mon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Name 3 favorite movies.&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ My Sassy Girl&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Bowling For Columbine&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Italian Job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Name 3 favorite colors.&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Green&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Blue&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Name 3 favorite tv shows&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Arrested Development&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ American Idol&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Charmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Name 3 favorite bands.&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Parokya ni Edgar&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Counting Crows&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Acafellas (yes, technically not a band)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Name 3 Dreams/wishes.&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Fix 02&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Graduate&lt;br /&gt;-'-/ Content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm too tired to post anything serious. I'll do it by next week ok?&lt;br /&gt;- Week one of school just finished, the most hectic one I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;- Am I paranoid or has #02 been giving me the cold shoulder?&lt;br /&gt;- I miss summer school&lt;br /&gt;- Why do I like #01 again?&lt;br /&gt;- I dont like two of my subjects&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-111729897990953042?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111729897990953042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111729897990953042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2005/05/three-not-tri.html' title='three not tri'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-111650797808001007</id><published>2005-05-19T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T06:06:18.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and finally...</title><content type='html'>~and finally...~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, that snake I talked about, I caught it. Ahahaha. It showed up again after two days from the first sighting, where? beseide my bed!!! ahaha. Now I have a pet snake, or used to anyway, my mother gave it away while I was in school then it died. Thats just sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was the last day of Summer Class. Quite depressing really, it was bloody brillant!! Loads of fun too. Hahaha. Tomorrow is course card distribution, I already know my BUSORGA grade, I got a 3.5, cant complain though, my final average narrowly escaped a flat 3. Hahaha. I do wish I get a 3 for INTPHIL. Im not sure what I need on my finals to get it but to my dismay my finals were horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though they may not be able to read this, I would very much like to thank the guys (i mean) "people" with me duting summer term. Caryl, Evann, Jo and Jules. Also Sondra. Ahaha, next summer again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suteki da ne? - Is life not wonderful?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-111650797808001007?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111650797808001007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111650797808001007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2005/05/and-finally.html' title='and finally...'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-111555579233898150</id><published>2005-05-08T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T05:36:32.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>of snakes and cakes</title><content type='html'>~of snakes and cakes~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recapp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hav'nt posted for a while, been busy in school.&lt;br /&gt;So how has school been? Well, its been fine, decent grades, not quite the best but still pretty good. I'm really glad I took summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I saw a snake on out kitchen floor!!! Initially I didnt freak not being afraid of snakes, but still knowing the possible hazards I didnt grab it like I would have wanted. It was brown, 2-3 feet long(thats 2-3 rulers end-to-end), and about 2cm in diameter at the most. So much like me, I sat on a chair and watched it move around instead of finding a way to remove away from my sister and mom whom were still sleeping and ulike me, afraid of snakes. A few minutes in awe watching the snake, I decided to ask my mom what to do, she of course was schocked when I woke her with news of a snake in the house. Hahaha. But after deciding to catch it, it went away into a hole under the sink which I did not know about, so in paranoia my mother and I blocked the hole with stones and cemented it. This was all done, before me going to school, that meant I was a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I blame the snake for making a quite a number of errors on my quiz that same day. Darn, I wish I caught it, free pet! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is mothers day!!! HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;We went out, I have no idea why most people enjoy yellow cab pizza, I do but not to the same point my sister does, I mean, I'd pick pizza hut and stuffed crust over yellow cab any day. Hmmm. I suppose most of you have a different opinion on this. Anyway I was sooo full. Sob, there goes my thighs, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat Girl broke it of with Holy Guy, she was sad, she said that Holy Guy was her first love and that she accepts it enough to cry. Good for her though, its something we all go through... sad... I'm proud of her all the same, I know she'll find someone. Naive as she is, one she will see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats that. I missed this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-111555579233898150?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111555579233898150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111555579233898150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2005/05/of-snakes-and-cakes.html' title='of snakes and cakes'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-111486932379645616</id><published>2005-04-30T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T06:55:23.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little... and then some...</title><content type='html'>~a little... and then some...~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally some rest. I made it through the first week of summer class. I therefore conclude, as a consequence of, as a result, hence, that summer term IS SOOO MUCH FUN!!! Lighter loads, and little pressure. Hahaha, just wish more people were there with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUSORGA = great. Our teacher RAMAS, is great. He does not like boring lectures, he's young so he understands us and he has this thing about Bora. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTPHIL = dull. Not that thats bad, its just... I was expecting a really fun philosophy class. The teacher is nice though. Humph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel battered. But good things do cost. Its the best ones that are free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next summer again? definitely!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-111486932379645616?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111486932379645616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111486932379645616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2005/04/little-and-then-some.html' title='a little... and then some...'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-111443507629633518</id><published>2005-04-25T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T08:41:34.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aging</title><content type='html'>~aging~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ojantoobi omedeto gozamasu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink day!!! 1st day of summer classes and half the student population is in pink... hahaha, and, yes so was I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt intend on posting today, I'm just compelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My PCs fixed!!! YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had to be formatted though. That means no more files, music and PICTURES!!! Start over. SOB!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home I saw someone from my past... Jo saw this someone too, she mutters "cute", hahaha, I've always thought so. Anyway past remains past!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going through three books now, I've become a bookworm once more. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last minutes of my birthday seems as though never to end. As a consolation at least it will. I'm going to miss being a kid... best memories of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-111443507629633518?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111443507629633518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111443507629633518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2005/04/aging.html' title='aging'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-111424990775556255</id><published>2005-04-23T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T02:57:23.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer</title><content type='html'>~summer~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so ends my week long "vacation" and term 4 begins on Monday. Haha, I really did never think of going to school during my birthday. Not that its a big deal, its just something new to me, thats all. Term 4 ends on a Saturday and the Monday after that a new term begins... I assure myself insanity by the age of 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not at all exited by turning... into an adult legally. I love the perks of being a kid. Sure there are advantages to becoming older, like getting a license, credit cards, bars... etc. But none of those amount to innocence. Being a kid is great, free from responsibilty, expectations, love matters, but I will miss most of all the times people would say, &lt;em&gt;"He's really mature for his age"&lt;/em&gt;. That was great. But now, it becomes something that people will just expect of me. Mature... WAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my so called "summer break" I've read a few books, now I accept that I am a hopeless romantic. I was even crying over a book... hahaha. Yes I am capable of tears contrast to what many people think (",).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss being... younger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-111424990775556255?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111424990775556255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111424990775556255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2005/04/summer.html' title='summer'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-111400741829093853</id><published>2005-04-20T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T07:30:18.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 rules</title><content type='html'>~7 rules~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone texted me this today, I liked it and would like to share it Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 RULES TO BE HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Never Hate&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't Worry&lt;br /&gt;3. Live Simple&lt;br /&gt;4. Expect a Little&lt;br /&gt;5. Give a Lot&lt;br /&gt;6. Always Smile&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;7. Stay in Love!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, reaction next time Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELA!!! well you did it, hmmm good or bad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-111400741829093853?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111400741829093853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111400741829093853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2005/04/7-rules.html' title='7 rules'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-111373275398470852</id><published>2005-04-17T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T06:45:41.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hit me</title><content type='html'>~hit me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to this point in my life I've always been saying &lt;em&gt;I can be anything I want to be...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I cant be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm not happy because I don't try to make myself happy.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm not happy because I try too hard.&lt;br /&gt;It may be because I'm selfish.&lt;br /&gt;It may be because I'm not thinking of &amp; for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Or it could be that I'm too afraid to admit to myself what it is that would make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure most of you can relate to this.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pertaining to the things in life that you keep hidden in your chest. Secrets (fears), although sometime you tell others, you don't really tell it to the important person. So its never enough. Conscience, not only for the bad things you do but also for the things in your heart you know you should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having difficulty sleeping over something (someone)...&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I can fix this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I was introduced to this new song, I love it... hahah just sharing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina - I love you, Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could be the one&lt;br /&gt;the one who could give you love&lt;br /&gt;The kind of a love you really need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could say to you&lt;br /&gt;that I'll always stay with you&lt;br /&gt;But baby that's not me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You need someone,&lt;br /&gt;willing to give the heart and soul to you,&lt;br /&gt;Promise you forever...&lt;br /&gt;But baby that's something I can't do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I could say that I'll be all you need but that would be a lie&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll only hurt you, I know I'll only make you cry.. I'm not the one you're needing... I LOVE YOU GOODBYE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope someday you can&lt;br /&gt;find some way to understand,&lt;br /&gt;I'm only doing this for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really wanna go&lt;br /&gt;But deep in my heart, I know,&lt;br /&gt;This is the kindest thing to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Can't find someone,&lt;br /&gt;who'll be the one that I could never be,&lt;br /&gt;And give you something better...&lt;br /&gt;Than the love you find with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE:&lt;br /&gt;Leaving someone&lt;br /&gt;when you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;It is the hardest thing to do...&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;as much as I love you...&lt;br /&gt;Oh I don't wanna leave you,&lt;br /&gt;Baby it tears me up inside...&lt;br /&gt;But i'll never be the one you're needing...&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU GOODBYE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CODA:&lt;br /&gt;Baby, It's never gonna work out...&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU GOODBYE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-111373275398470852?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111373275398470852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111373275398470852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2005/04/hit-me.html' title='hit me'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-111339261104519636</id><published>2005-04-13T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T04:43:31.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>busted</title><content type='html'>~busted~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, my PC!!! my beloved PC, what tragedy has befallen thee?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now I'm at a computer shop!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recapp:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was drunk last Monday, and then... OH-NO!!!, andre what have you done!!!&lt;br /&gt;You see, it happened like this... and then... afterwards... STUPID CELLPHONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Im not making any sense am I? To shorten things, I said things I SHOULDNT HAVE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Busted again!!!&lt;br /&gt;But I have no regrets, I'm just glad its partly off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm relly scared about course card on Friday. I may just be paranoid, but then I'd rather be happy I passed thinking I would fail rather than fail thinking I would pass. Really really scared...&lt;br /&gt;I got one card today for FILIPI2. I only got a 3.0... no further comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided not to go to EK with the block. I honestly think I wont have fun with them, I dont know the exact reason as to why, just me I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wishing everyone goodluck on Friday and to thise taking quali as well, probably even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss school, really. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-111339261104519636?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111339261104519636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111339261104519636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2005/04/busted.html' title='busted'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-111310641715398890</id><published>2005-04-10T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T21:13:37.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>promise</title><content type='html'>~promise~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current mood: FRUSTRATED !@#@%$ !@&amp;^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im setting priorities straight. S-C-H-O-O-L&lt;br /&gt;I dont need a relationship now, its too much of a distraction and much more of a burden. I'm too young, immature, I wouldnt know what real love is if it strikes me on the face. Ronda was right, love matters dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate false hope. Just be straight forward, that may make life bitter but simpler. Hey I can be bitter, I've done it soo well in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can judge me, but you can never control me nor affect me. For my sake, I can be cold. Painfully cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope shines eternal, its for everyone, even me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-111310641715398890?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111310641715398890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111310641715398890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2005/04/promise.html' title='promise'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-111272244117264693</id><published>2005-04-05T22:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T10:44:53.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dementia</title><content type='html'>~dementia~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, been too busy to post anything&lt;br /&gt;finals coming up&lt;br /&gt;anyway, no time to post anything sensible so just... whatever haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*prior to my recent post, if its indecipherable on your PC, sorry, its supposed to be a bunch of Japanese writing. katakana specifically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Full Name: - Andre Froilan Rodriguez De Leon&lt;br /&gt;2. Nick name: - Andre&lt;br /&gt;3. Birthday: - April 25&lt;br /&gt;4. Place of Birth: - Pasig&lt;br /&gt;5. Zodiac Sign: - Taurus&lt;br /&gt;6. Male or Female: - Male&lt;br /&gt;7. Grade: - College Frosh&lt;br /&gt;8. School: - De La Salle University Main&lt;br /&gt;9. Occupation: - Student&lt;br /&gt;10.Residence: - Mandaluyong&lt;br /&gt;11. Screen Name(s): - Dar&lt;br /&gt;12. Hair Color: - Black&lt;br /&gt;13. Hair Long or Short: - Mmmmmm, average&lt;br /&gt;14. Eye Color: - Brown&lt;br /&gt;17. Weight: - NO!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;18. Shoe Size: - 10 1/2?&lt;br /&gt;19. Braces?: - None yet, this summer though&lt;br /&gt;20. Glasses? - 20/20&lt;br /&gt;21. Piercings: - No intention&lt;br /&gt;22. Tattoos: - Noooooo&lt;br /&gt;23. Righty or Lefty: - Righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Your Firsts___&lt;br /&gt;24. First Kiss: - Was still a baby then&lt;br /&gt;25. First B.F/ G.F: - Mistake&lt;br /&gt;26. First Best Friend: - One and only Mike, since second grade&lt;br /&gt;27. First Award: - Best in Religon!?!?!? hahaha true, I was 6&lt;br /&gt;28. First Sport You Joined: - I dont remember.... hmm....&lt;br /&gt;29. First Pet: - Dog with typical dog name, cutie&lt;br /&gt;30. First Vacation: - Does going to the province count?&lt;br /&gt;31. First Concert: - Stage plays concerts?&lt;br /&gt;32. First Love: - My mom ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Favorites___&lt;br /&gt;33. Movie: - Anything that deals with fast cars and masterly planned thefts&lt;br /&gt;34. TV Show: - Loads!!!&lt;br /&gt;35. Color: - Green and Black&lt;br /&gt;36. Band: - Lots!!!&lt;br /&gt;37. Song: - Too many!!!&lt;br /&gt;38. Food: - Sushi and spicy stuff&lt;br /&gt;39. Drink: - Mint Coffee and/or chocolate&lt;br /&gt;40. Candy: - Dont really like candy&lt;br /&gt;41. Sport To Play: - Badminton, volleyball and table tennis&lt;br /&gt;42. Sport To Watch: - I do, not watch&lt;br /&gt;43. Brand Of Clothing: - Hmmm, not really a fan, but my last four purchases came from Novecento&lt;br /&gt;44. Store: - Mary Grace (Lemon Squares)&lt;br /&gt;45. School Program: - Terms 1,2,3 and 4&lt;br /&gt;46. Animal: - Cats and snakes&lt;br /&gt;47. Books - BOOKS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;48. Magazine: - No particular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___What Are You___&lt;br /&gt;49. Eating: - Pizza&lt;br /&gt;50. Drinking: - Water&lt;br /&gt;51. Typing: - This&lt;br /&gt;52. Online?: - ??? yeah&lt;br /&gt;53. Listening To: - My mind rambling&lt;br /&gt;54. Thinking About: - Why this questionare is asking me what I'm thinking about&lt;br /&gt;55. Wanting To: - Be somewhere else with someone else&lt;br /&gt;56. Watching: - Just shut off TV&lt;br /&gt;57. Wearing: - White shirt snd shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Your Future___&lt;br /&gt;58. Want Kids?: - Prospect&lt;br /&gt;59. Want to Get Married?: - Why not?&lt;br /&gt;60. Careers in Mind: - Photographer, drawing(engineer,architect,advertising), writer, food critict, chef, linguist, MBA, high school or university professor, religious historian, principal, broker, matchmaker, entrepeneur, tycoon, soo much more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__Which is Better With The Opposite Sex(or same if your "liberated")___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Cute or Sexy - Just right&lt;br /&gt;68. Lips or Eyes: - Eyes&lt;br /&gt;69. Hugs or Kisses: - Both consecutively &lt;br /&gt;70. Short or Tall: - Dont mind AT ALL&lt;br /&gt;71. Easygoing or Serious: - Happy&lt;br /&gt;72. Romantic or Spontaneous: - Romantic!!!&lt;br /&gt;73. Fatty or Skinny: - Lean&lt;br /&gt;74. Sensitive or Loud: - Depends on the moment&lt;br /&gt;75. Hook-up or Relationship: - At my age? Honestly? Hook-up... Althoughh I want it to be a relationship, it cant, still immature for that I admit&lt;br /&gt;76. Sweet or Caring: - Do you know me in person??? hahaha... Caring people are sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Have You Ever___&lt;br /&gt;78. Kissed a Stranger: - No&lt;br /&gt;79. Drank Alcohol: - Yes&lt;br /&gt;80. Smoked: - Yes&lt;br /&gt;81. Ran Away From Home: - No &lt;br /&gt;82. Broken a Bone: - No&lt;br /&gt;83. Got an X-ray: - Yes&lt;br /&gt;84. Broken Someones Heart: - Yes&lt;br /&gt;85. Broke Up With Someone: - Yes&lt;br /&gt;86. Turned Someone Down: - Yes&lt;br /&gt;87. Cried When Someone Died: - Yes&lt;br /&gt;88. Cried At School: - Yes&lt;br /&gt;haha, too straight forward?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Do You Believe In___&lt;br /&gt;89. God: - I do&lt;br /&gt;90. Miracles: - Every little thing&lt;br /&gt;91. Love At First Sight: - Sorry&lt;br /&gt;92. Ghosts: - YES&lt;br /&gt;93. Aliens: - meet my family&lt;br /&gt;95. Heaven - ...&lt;br /&gt;96. Hell: - No&lt;br /&gt;98. Kissing on The First Date: - Of course&lt;br /&gt;99. Horoscopes: - Not really, although they may seem accurate, I think we just make it that way&lt;br /&gt;100. Is There Someone You Want But You Know You Cant Have?: - Dahhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-111272244117264693?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111272244117264693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111272244117264693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2005/04/dementia.html' title='dementia'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-111227887120408739</id><published>2005-03-31T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T06:21:11.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>スバラシイ</title><content type='html'>~スバラシイ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ゴメナサイ&lt;br /&gt;モト トウク マデ イシヨオニ ユケタラ ネエ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ミドリ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-111227887120408739?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111227887120408739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111227887120408739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post.html' title='スバラシイ'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-111220390416032577</id><published>2005-03-30T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T09:31:44.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lifes a biatch</title><content type='html'>~lifes a biatch~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huff...&lt;br /&gt;Puff...&lt;br /&gt;Pout...&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say bad things come in threes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad sad sad day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guilt guilt guilt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started writing details, but upon re-reading them made them seem a bit... too pathetic. Well, thats me, PATHETIC!!! o well. Nevermind then*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the people who tried to console me. Cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry sorry sorry, I really did not mean for that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(details upon request, not to be posted though, just meet me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-111220390416032577?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111220390416032577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111220390416032577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2005/03/lifes-biatch.html' title='lifes a biatch'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-111201098154925838</id><published>2005-03-28T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T04:13:57.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>choke</title><content type='html'>~choke~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"to hinder breathing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deadlines, thats what today brought! Another great start to my perfect week. Things to do do do... That plus the upcoming finals!!! DLSU LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find my handouts, I need to study!! sob &gt;_&lt; grrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't concentrate, haaay, preoccupied with other matters.... Hahaaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do thiiis!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can try ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-111201098154925838?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111201098154925838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111201098154925838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2005/03/choke.html' title='choke'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-111194167126375209</id><published>2005-03-27T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T08:41:11.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>masks</title><content type='html'>~masks~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever feel that if you show someone the real you they wont accept you?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, sound familar? Yes I've finally seen it!!! And THIRTY other DVD movies since the break began. Hahaha. Oh well. That quote I got hit me hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How well do you know someone? Or how sure are you you know a person? Nobody may ever be truly sure, everyone has something about them they hide, if you can deny this, I'd really like to meet you. Its nature for people to be protective of themselves, of their territory, property, or of things they consider theirs anyway. &lt;&lt;&lt; haha, do you get that? But in reality, Its my beleif that people want to be vulnerable. Like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not literally being vulnerable. I mean, just being free. Being yourself. Being happy. Thats it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what now? School again tommorow... Happy and Sad at the same time. Let me just get through this please.&lt;br /&gt;See yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy anniversary!!! hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-111194167126375209?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111194167126375209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111194167126375209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2005/03/masks.html' title='masks'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-111165053926638080</id><published>2005-03-23T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T00:09:54.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>school echoes</title><content type='html'>~school echoes~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was celebration day, yipeee long vacation!!! and a much needed one I add. But everyones in demise, almost everyone anyway. I'm talking about the students of a certain LATOJA. hahaha. Some may be laughing reading that name, but most just get frustrated. Im not into bashing teachers, but... hahaha, they get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being it our/your majors, shes totally ruinig it for some of the students. Its not even a major subject yet!!! Hahaha, o well, that plus all other student issues equals breakdown. Good thing theres Holy Week, I just wish it would last a WHOLE week :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im still reflecting on some stuff, I just hope I get through this term without failures. please o please o please. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the old days when things were simpler&lt;br /&gt;Carefree as a child&lt;br /&gt;No mind&lt;br /&gt;No heart...&lt;br /&gt;No troublesome heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-111165053926638080?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111165053926638080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111165053926638080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2005/03/school-echoes.html' title='school echoes'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-111149708089771810</id><published>2005-03-22T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T05:11:20.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>questionably questionable</title><content type='html'>~questionably questionable~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had PE today. Something ronda said made me think. It started with talking about problems, then he says saomthing like &lt;em&gt;hindi dapat prino-problema ang boyfriend girlfriend, yang sinasabi mong "siya na, siya na talaga", mag-hihiwalay din kayo.&lt;/em&gt; Then pointing at me he asks &lt;em&gt;do you think matters of the heart are important at your age?&lt;/em&gt; Him being ronda, i just had to agree and say no, regardless of how much againts it I was. But then I sat quiet, should I have defended what I really believed in? Or did I answer that because deep inside thats how I felt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself, at our age, are our relationships serious and mature, or are we playing games? What is it that we look for in a relationship? A friend, a companion, someone to listen, a lifetime partner, someone to brag about, or a trend? I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infatuation is defined as foolish love. It's when you feel that your in-love when your not. They say its a teenager thing. Hey I'm a teenager, does that mean what I'm feeling is infatuation? Honestly, in some ways, I think so. But how can I tell? If so, how would I feel finding out that I was just infatuated? Hmmmm, too many questions. I'll be reflecting more on this, I've got time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-111149708089771810?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111149708089771810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111149708089771810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2005/03/questionably-questionable.html' title='questionably questionable'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-111138713526258438</id><published>2005-03-21T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T00:27:26.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the horror</title><content type='html'>~the horror~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;location : Cybernook&lt;br /&gt;current mood : Tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having slept late this morning to finish my ENGLTWO paper, waking up early in order not to get late for ENGLTWO, and finally making a oral report for ENGLTWO on the ways to school... #$(*&amp;% I later find out its not my turn to report!!! So looking on the bright side, it would mean I could practice more or even get tips from the reports for that day... but, the teacher is a no show! @#$*&amp;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical of fate. Hahaha. Oh well, Im not mad, just really tired. hmmmmmmmmm. And so my wonderful day continues, Math was okay, that is for me. Thankfully my groupmates didnt rely on me that much to answer the seatwork, and I actually learned. Haha. Next was the accounting quiz I mentioned earlier, had I known there would be no reporting, I would have studied, sob. Too late for that. At least I get a bonus point, I just had to answer this question "what is your greatest dream?" Well that got me thinking, what is my greatest dream? Here was my answer. (It's cheezy I know, but it came from my heart??? hahaha) &lt;em&gt;My Greatest Dream would be that everybody around me would be happy, for as long as they are, so am I."&lt;/em&gt; And I would honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im still at school for a make-up class at five. Recently make-up classes just keep piling up, one after another. La sallian life, pif. And about La Sallian life, it seems that its just us now that still have classes, everyones been so carefree except us. The stress is visible everywhere, people's hair, bloodshot eyes, panicky antics... etc etc etc! Enough already! hahaha. &lt;em&gt;Kaya Ko To`.&lt;/em&gt; I'm looking forward to that vacation. But then, we'll be busy withcompleting requirements!. It just cant get simple can it. And to think were FROSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of piling work, I've finally submitted the letter of aplogy to the registrar. For those who dont know, a number of students, during the term 3 2004-2005 online enrollment, answered yes when queried about graduation. Which by the way was the wrong answer. Apparently the appropriate response was no. So, a letter of apology was necessary, explaning our side and why we did it. It required the signature of the Chair of my department and the Vice Dean's. This was easy enough, I made the letter and headed for the Chair... But, she wouldnt sign it!!! why? Because she wanted specifics and details!!! And so, this morning I made another, it was actually the same as the first but with an added sentence saying I was under pressure. As I had her sign it, she says &lt;em&gt;"ok, this is very good, did you write it yourself?"&lt;/em&gt; well duh!!! &lt;strong&gt;its even the same paper you criticized last time I was here!&lt;/strong&gt; Grrrr, more heat already added to my already pulsating brain! I then reply with a modest &lt;em&gt;"yes I did"&lt;/em&gt; AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. I think I'm getting white hairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping my day gets better, I want to write more but I'm just boring you by now arent I :) Its rare I get to write like this, I mean writing stuff people actually read. At least this I'm enjoying. I'll try to post again tonight, this is addicting. Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-111138713526258438?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111138713526258438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111138713526258438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2005/03/horror.html' title='the horror'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-111133841197389444</id><published>2005-03-21T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T09:06:51.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and after all that...</title><content type='html'>~and after all that...~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired...&lt;br /&gt;Just finished my paper for ENGLTWO. I despise that subject. Not that its hard, It's just stupidly boring thats why. Anyway, before I sleep, recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I finished my FILIPI2 paper (that one wasnt boring!). I wasnt able to study for accounting though... especially now that I'm not understanding the topic that well. hmmm. Gotta get inspiration to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration, mine was present today, I even mustered the courage to talk to that person. It went well enough, I just cant muster enough courage to follow my own advise, Im still afraid of consequences. Then againt lets check the worst case scenario. Admit everything and spill my heart out, and, absolute destruction of our friendship. In time... Just not now. Not ready yet. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School later. Expecting another tiring day. Report in English, Math, Accounting Quiz and make up class until six! Pif. I need that upcoming vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your start of the week started better than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-111133841197389444?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111133841197389444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111133841197389444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2005/03/and-after-all-that.html' title='and after all that...'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-111133202971936498</id><published>2005-03-20T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T07:20:29.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>everones in love... except me *yeah i wish</title><content type='html'>comment on: "When the bestfriend becomes too much of a best"&lt;br /&gt;by: NR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There comes this point wherein your acceptance of the other becomes confusing. You then feel something you never knew existed... You might feel that you love the person but you don't want to accept it because you are just 'friends' or at least started as friends..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You then stand on the edge of a mountain trying to figure out why you feel this way"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You then come to a conclusion that you are..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But is it real?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it something you feel because who the person is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Or is it something you feel because of what you are when you are with that person?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"I LOVE YOU... not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you"&lt;br /&gt;"I LOVE YOU... not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me"&lt;br /&gt;"I LOVE YOU... because you have done more than any creed could have achieved in making me good... &lt;br /&gt;more than any fate could have done to make me truly happy&lt;br /&gt;You have rendered it without a touch... without a word... without a sign...&lt;br /&gt;You have brought these about by being yourself. And thus, perhaps, that is what being a true friend means... After all.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------it still bothers me... If this is about friendship or about love...&lt;br /&gt;But I have a fairly good conclusion about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-111133202971936498?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111133202971936498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111133202971936498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2005/03/everones-in-love-except-me-yeah-i-wish.html' title='everones in love... except me *yeah i wish'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-111130336524272736</id><published>2005-03-19T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T23:28:46.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doushitenano?</title><content type='html'>Omoi de wa itsumo kirei dakedo&lt;br /&gt;Sore dake ja onaka ga suku wa&lt;br /&gt;Honto wa setsunai yoru nanoni&lt;br /&gt;Doushite kashira?&lt;br /&gt;Ano hito no egao mo omoi dasenai no&lt;br /&gt;Doushitenano?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-111130336524272736?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111130336524272736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111130336524272736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2005/03/doushitenano.html' title='Doushitenano?'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-111130214830969380</id><published>2005-03-18T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T23:26:55.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>everyones in love... except me *yeah i wish</title><content type='html'>~Everyones In Love... Except Me *Yeah I Wish~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. He likes she likes... too bad theyre both scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when a guy likes a girl, but is too scared to admit it, not knowing that the girl likes the guy? The answer? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! Yes in fact, unless one of them decides to make a move, no productivity. This story sad and true, and unfortunately I am in no position to intervene with, but instead has lead me to think about what would happen if we would muster up enough courage to just say how we feel? Impossible it seems for such a reality to be, but if it were, would we be happier?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-111130214830969380?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111130214830969380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111130214830969380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2005/03/everyones-in-love-except-me-yeah-i_18.html' title='everyones in love... except me *yeah i wish'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-111125864989925496</id><published>2005-03-17T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T11:16:48.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>everyones in love... except me *yeah i wish</title><content type='html'>~Everyones In Love... Except Me *Yeah I Wish~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When the bestfriend becomes too much of a "best".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's there when you need you him, your there for him, he can relate to everything you tell him, great listener, advice giver and comforter, a typical bestfriend situation. But in certain circumstances, inevitable and true, he's just perfect, perfect enough to fall for. One minute your enjoying a little conversation, the next you notice the perfect gentleman he is. What used to be the little annoying way he laughed now became the heartmelting head-over-heels award winning smile. This is no exaggeration, the thing is, your in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whats the big problem?!? He has a girlfriend, one you know he loves dearly and vice-versa as well as being personally acquainted with. Afraid of the consequences by admitting how you feel; ruining the friendship, which you would rather keep than loose, hurting innocent people, especially ones that are close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then whats there to do? The thing is, its up to your understanding of the matter. You have to know and accept the consequences of your actions disregarding what the others have to say because you have yourself. Advice from others may be overrated and in certain circumstances, regretful. Life is short, In my opinion, I'd rather face my fears and make a mistake, than look back and regret not doing anything and wish I had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-111125864989925496?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111125864989925496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111125864989925496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2005/03/everyones-in-love-except-me-yeah-i.html' title='everyones in love... except me *yeah i wish'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11456772.post-111106044648990493</id><published>2005-03-16T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T11:16:10.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The road is lonely, but everyones with me...</title><content type='html'>~The Road Is Lonely, But Everyones With Me...~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boulevard Of Broken Dreams"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk a lonely road&lt;br /&gt;The only one that I have ever known&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where it goes&lt;br /&gt;But it's home to me and I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk this empty street&lt;br /&gt;On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Where the city sleeps&lt;br /&gt;and I'm the only one and I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shadow's the only one that walks beside me&lt;br /&gt;My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;br /&gt;'Til then I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah,&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking down the line&lt;br /&gt;That divides me somewhere in my mind&lt;br /&gt;On the border line&lt;br /&gt;Of the edge and where I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;What's fucked up and everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;Check my vital signs&lt;br /&gt;To know I'm still alive and I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shadow's the only one that walks beside me&lt;br /&gt;My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;br /&gt;'Til then I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah, Ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk this empty street&lt;br /&gt;On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Where the city sleeps&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the only one and I walk a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shadow's the only one that walks beside me&lt;br /&gt;My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;br /&gt;'Til then I walk alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- BLOG again&lt;br /&gt;another version&lt;br /&gt;can I pull off my author dream? I can try cant I? hahahaha. Anyway, here we go... &lt;br /&gt;Kyoo wa korede owarimasu!!! Tadaima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11456772-111106044648990493?l=andreeeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111106044648990493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11456772/posts/default/111106044648990493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreeeee.blogspot.com/2005/03/road-is-lonely-but-everyones-with-me.html' title='The road is lonely, but everyones with me...'/><author><name>andre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09754928660982412231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
