<?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-8778240343640227017</id><updated>2011-08-02T09:22:39.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOM~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778240343640227017.post-751625744369081720</id><published>2009-11-07T20:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:51:36.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When love and hate collide.</title><content type='html'>Okaay. Long time no update. Hahaha. Thank God, exam week is over! Good luck na lang sa results. Guessing game pa naman yung iba dun. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mawala naman kahit konti yung lungkot na nararamdaman ko ngayon, magkwekwento na lang ako ng masasayang nangyari kanina. Boring post ahead. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagising ako ng 6am. May usapan kasi ang group namin sa TW na magkita-kita sa Mcdo by 8am for our project. Pero imagine, kahapon lang naconfirm ung interview namin. Hindi kasi siya nagrereply eh. Nagkagulo rin sa venue. Starbucks rockwell daw, etc. So kanina, feeling ko dapat maaga kami kasi nakakahiya. Dahil punctual ako, quarter to 8 pa lang, nandun na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as usual, bumili ako ng fries. Naghintay kami hanggang 8:30. Dumating na yung mom ko sa Mcdo ng 8:30 para ihatid kami sa Makati pero wala pa rin si Tif. Pero buti na lang late si Tif dahil kung hindi, naiwan si Sarah. Nauna na si Hazel dahil nandun daw dad niya. So before 9 am, kaming 7 ay pumunta na sa Makati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. Nakarating na kami sa Makati. Wow. 10am usapan, pero 9:15 pa lang nandun na kami. So pumasok kami sa loob ng building. Nakakaamaze. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagdesisyon kami na kumain muna. So pumunta kami sa KFC. Bumili ako ng fries as usual. Kwentuhan, pnagusapan yung interview, etc- yan ginawa namin. Nung 20 mins before 10, tinext ako ni Alexeeb, our interviewee. Malalate daw siya. So we stayed in KFC. At dahil dun, napabili na naman ako ng fries. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 mins before 11, we decided to go to 7 11 para maghanap ng paper bag para sa token namin kay Alexeeb. Nakahanap naman kami ng paper bag, thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagbalik namin uli sa building, wow. Solaris one= &lt;3. Na-amaze na naman kami. Hahaha. High-tech ang entrance. Hahaha. Tapos may coy pa sa gilid na ewan. We were asked to register and give them our ids. Pero dahil di lahat may id, yung merong id lang ang nagbigay. Kasama ako dun. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinaakyat na kami sa office niya. Nice office. Ang ganda ng walls at ceiling. Accomodating staffs. Ang galing talaga. Noong una, medyo nahihiya pa kami kasi parang napakaformal nila. Yun naman pala, hindi. Nakikipagjoke pa nga sa amin eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, dumating na si Mr. Alexeeb Flores. Isa siyang art director. Alam mo ba yung mga commercials sa tv ng jollibee, solmux, voice, greenwhich, etc? Siya ang nagisip nun!Ayaw daw niya ng formal. Pero dun kami nginterview sa room kung saan ginaganap ung meeting ng mga clients nya. So yung interview namin para sa TW, nagtatagalog si Alexeeb. Ang saya niya kausap. Madami kaming natutunan about commercials. Ang laki rin ng kita niya. Imagine, magiisp ka lang ng story, ang kita mo per month is a 6 digit number? Tapos patravel-travel ka lang, yung iba nagtratrabaho pero ikaw nanunuod ka lang habang umiinom ng starbucks. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, tinour niya kami sa office. Wow. May parang little tykes pa, xbox, gitara, etc. Not your typical office. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, umalis na kami. Lakwatsa time! Ako, si Regine, Kim at Tif ay pumunta ng Glorietta thru bus. Kinakabahan ako nung una kasi hindi ako marunong sumakay ng bus. Pero okay lang. Then we reached Glorietta. Wala naman kaming ginawa doon. Kumain sa world chicken, window shopping, nagbasa ng powerbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nauna umuwi si Tif. Pumunta kaming 3 sa SM makati. First time ko yun. Nyaha. So shempre, medyo naaliw ako. Pero nakakaasar din dun dahil ano... Nevermind. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umuwi na kaming 3 nung 4pm na. Kinakabahan ako kasi 2nd time ko sumakay ng MRT. Ang sikip pa naman dun. Pero first time ko pumunta sa Cubao, Tapos nawala pa ako sa Cubao kasi di ko masyado alam ung daan from MRT to LRT 2. Thank God for those signs, nakasakay naman ako sa LRT at nakauwi ng maayos. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Naguguluhan ako ngayon. Hold on or let go? Nasasaktan lang kasi ako pag kakapit pa ako. Pero dahil sa kanya, sumaya rin buhay ko. Kaso hindi pa rin ako handang kalimutan siya...&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magulong post dahil ang nagpopost ay naguguluhan din ngayon. Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778240343640227017-751625744369081720?l=captivatedheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/751625744369081720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/11/okaay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/751625744369081720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/751625744369081720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/11/okaay.html' title='When love and hate collide.'/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778240343640227017.post-5565257432626173070</id><published>2009-10-02T15:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T15:18:37.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cellphone survey.</title><content type='html'>Ugh. Boredom strikes again. Gonna answer this survey for the sake of killing some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What color?&lt;br /&gt;-Black &amp;amp;&amp;amp; pink.&lt;br /&gt;2. Who's the first person who comes up under the letter M?&lt;br /&gt;- mam Faylogna.&lt;br /&gt;3. Who's the last person you called?&lt;br /&gt;- 12? napindot lang. :D&lt;br /&gt;4. Who was the last missed called from?&lt;br /&gt;- Tiffany's mom.&lt;br /&gt;5.2nd person who comes up under A?&lt;br /&gt;- aajejesun. - my sun number before. XD&lt;br /&gt;6. Who's Speed Dial 2?&lt;br /&gt;- not available.&lt;br /&gt;7. Who's the 3rd person who comes up under J?&lt;br /&gt;- Jan Belmonte&lt;br /&gt;8. Who was your last recieved call from?&lt;br /&gt;- Krishia Delarmente.&lt;br /&gt;9. Who's speed dial 3?&lt;br /&gt;- empty.&lt;br /&gt;10. What's your background?&lt;br /&gt;- A random graphic. :P&lt;br /&gt;11. How many text messages are currenlty in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;- 847 messages.&lt;br /&gt;12. Who's speed dial 1?&lt;br /&gt;- i dont use speed dials. XD&lt;br /&gt;13. What's the 5th message say in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;- "You have succesfully loaded P50.00 credits to blahblah"&lt;br /&gt;*ginagamit kasing pangload cp ko ngayon. xD*&lt;br /&gt;14. Who's the first person to come up under B?&lt;br /&gt;- Bea Cruz.&lt;br /&gt;15. Who was your last text messages from?&lt;br /&gt;- GM from Eponine.&lt;br /&gt;16. Name every person you have text messages from.&lt;br /&gt;- too many to mention. XD&lt;br /&gt;17. Most calls from:&lt;br /&gt;- Unknown numbers. :))&lt;br /&gt;18. How many text messages are currently in your sent items?&lt;br /&gt;-1048 messages.&lt;br /&gt;19. What does the last message in your sent items says?&lt;br /&gt;- "Uh. Okay lang. Nawala na rin unli ko. :)" (September 13, 2009 pa yan. xD)&lt;br /&gt;20. What does the 6th message in your outbox say?&lt;br /&gt;- none.&lt;br /&gt;21. Who is the first person in your phonebook?&lt;br /&gt;- Aaa jess. :] - number ko. XD&lt;br /&gt;22. Who is the last name in your phone book?&lt;br /&gt;- Zharina.&lt;br /&gt;23. Who's the last person under G?&lt;br /&gt;- Grace tolibas.&lt;br /&gt;24. What does your first text message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;quote na gm.&lt;br /&gt;25. What is the model of your phone?&lt;br /&gt;-Nokia 3500c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778240343640227017-5565257432626173070?l=captivatedheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/5565257432626173070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/10/cellphone-survey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/5565257432626173070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/5565257432626173070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/10/cellphone-survey.html' title='Cellphone survey.'/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778240343640227017.post-2653415758485838601</id><published>2009-09-29T21:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:13:03.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple things. :)</title><content type='html'>Today, I realized that happiness is indeed, a choice. When you are hurt, you can choose to be miserable or you can look at the brighter side of that problem. I can still remember what our pastor said a couple of weeks ago. In facing challenges, you can choose to become better or become bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this, I wanna share with you the simple things that can make my day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waking up in the morning, knowing that God gave me another chance to make things right.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing the people I love, happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A joke, even if it's corny.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A simple "thank you"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eating with my loved ones.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading a good book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Long, sensible conversations.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The gift of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unexpected compliments&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A smile. A sincere smile, not a forced or fake one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A warm hug.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having the privilege to help someone in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listening to my favorite songs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Surprises from the people I love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When the people I love spend their time with me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing my crush&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;The feeling of being loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Knowing that the people I love are always there for me because they love me back. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Receiving letters. Okay. So this may sound corny or old-fashioned, but I like receiving letters, especially personalized ones. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping late and waking up late. (laziness . XD)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And the list goes on. I hate being sad or mad or whatever, so I always try to be happy and smile. Ayan muna for now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778240343640227017-2653415758485838601?l=captivatedheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/2653415758485838601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/09/simple-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/2653415758485838601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/2653415758485838601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/09/simple-things.html' title='Simple things. :)'/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778240343640227017.post-3322564974442006978</id><published>2009-09-28T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:16:41.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes are half-meant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There’s a little truth behind every ‘just kidding’, a little curiosity behind every ‘just wondering’, a little knowledge behind every ‘I don’t know’, a little emotion behind every ‘I don’t care’, and a little kick of lie behind the distant eyes of someone saying ‘I don’t love you.’&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this quote. Hahaha. Shareeee. Just for the sake of putting something into this crappy blog of mine. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778240343640227017-3322564974442006978?l=captivatedheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/3322564974442006978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/09/jokes-are-half-meant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/3322564974442006978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/3322564974442006978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/09/jokes-are-half-meant.html' title='Jokes are half-meant.'/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778240343640227017.post-6377420908741232470</id><published>2009-09-28T16:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:50:17.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the rain.</title><content type='html'>Yay! Walang pasok ngayon dahil sa bagyong Ondoy. Nakakaawa nga lang yung iba kasi lubog pa rin sila sa baha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil wala na naman akong magawa, magkwekwento na lang ako sa adventures ko nung Saturday. Warning: Long post ahead. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September 26, 2009:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May usapan na practice sa Masci, 8am for the field demo. Nagising ako ng 5:30. Nakatulog ulit at nagising ng 8am. Yikes! E nakita kong umuulan, so tinignan ko agad yung phone ko at umasang may magtetext na suspended na yung practice. Pero hindi raw suspended, tuloy daw. Nagdadalawang isip na ako kung pupunta ako kasi nakita ko na medyo malakas yung ulan. Pero nagpromise kasi ako na pupunta ako so naghanda na ako. So nagmadali ako at nakarating ng Masci ng 9:30am. Nakakaasar pa, nasira agad yung payong ko dahil sa hangin at nabasa na agad pants ko dahil lumusong na ako sa baha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala namang matinong practice na naganap. Mukhang tinatamad na kasi yung mga kabatch ko tska umuulan din. Pumunta kami ng bordner building para magpractice daw. Pero yung mga representatives lang yata yung mga nagpractice. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 12pm, sinabi ni Mam. Okafor na pwede na raw kami umuwi. Pero mataas na yung tubig sa Faura. Wala rin akong payong kasi nasira. Pinashare ako ng payong ni Vonne. Then pumunta ako, Pam, Vonne at Julius sa Mcdo. Dumating kami doon na nilalamig at basang basa na dahil sa baha at ulan. Grabe, first time ko lumusong sa baha nun. Kaya diring-diri ako. XD Kumain kami ng lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 1pm, kailangan na raw umuwi ni Julius. So umuwi na siya. Naiwan kaming tatlo ni Pam at Vonne. Kwentuhan sandali. Ayaw pa ako pauwiin ng mommy ko kasi baha raw sa amin. Nagsuggest ako na magSM kami para pampalipas oras. Pumayag naman sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumili ako ng umbrella sa LRT. Sumakay kami ng LRT tapos bumaba kami sa Central terminal. Grabe, ang taas na agad ng baha! Sa sidewalk pa lang, knee-high na yung baha. Kadiri. Then may nag-offer ng pedicab sa amin. Pumayag na rin kami kasi pag hindi sa sidewalk, almost waist level na yung baha. Kahit nasa loob na kami ng pedicab, yung paa naman namin nasa baha pa rin. At last, nakarating na kami ng SM. P70 ang siningil sa amin ni manong driver. Si Vonne nagcontribute ng P50, si Pam P20, ako wala. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then pagkapasok sa SM, wow, nakakagulat pinasok din siya ng baha. Tapos nilalamig na talaga ako kasi basang basa na ako tapos aircon pa sa loob. Pero no choice pa rin. Nagikot lang kami sa loob ng mall. Tinatanong ko sila kung saan nila gusto pumunta, walang matinong sagot. Si Vonne bumanat pa. Hahaha. Pumunta kami ng World of Fun, Quantum, etc. By 4pm, sabi ko umuwi na kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. Napansin namin na mas mataas na yung baha sa labas ng SM. Sa sidewalk pa lang ng SM, tumaas na eh. Sumakay ulit kami ng pedicab. Nasa loob kami ni Pam ng pedicab, si Vonne nasa upuan ng driver. Kawawa siya, ang lamig pa naman dun. XD Tapos mas malaki na rin siningil sa amin ni driver. P40 each daw. Nangutang kami ni Pam kay Vonne. Mga wala na kasi kaming pera. Then nagkahiwalay na sa LRT. Going north kasi kami ni Pam, going south si Vonne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumaba na ako sa D Jose station. Sumakay ng LRT 2. Grabe, brownout din pati sa LRT2. Walang ilaw yung mga kiosk, di gumagana yung vending machine. Akala ko rin free ride na kasi pinapasok na lang kami sa loob ng LRT. Yun pala, magbabayad ka pagkababa. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. Pagkababa, wow. Waist level yung baha.  Walang jeep. Pero may pedicab uli. Sumakay ako, pero this time, sa taas ng pedicab ako pinaupo. Nilakad ko na lang ang sumunod na daan papunta sa bahay. Grabe, ang taas ng baha. Waist level. Tapos brownout pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakauwi ako sa bahay ng 6:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Nakauwi raw si Pam ng 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;Nakauwi raw si Vonne ng 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God most of us arrived home safe and sound. I'll never forget that day. Good luck sa ibang victims ng typhoon Ondoy. I realized that my family and I are very lucky because we are still safe. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778240343640227017-6377420908741232470?l=captivatedheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/6377420908741232470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/09/under-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/6377420908741232470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/6377420908741232470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/09/under-rain.html' title='Under the rain.'/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778240343640227017.post-4979696121439348311</id><published>2009-09-22T01:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:52:28.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cramming again.</title><content type='html'>1:30 na pero pinoproblema ko pa rin yung Physics namin. Damn you, Nero for making my life more complicated. Ayaw niya magburn. Di raw niya malocate yung disk. Pero kasalanan ko rin to kasi in the first place, bakit ngayon lang ako magbuburn diba? Kaya nga may long weekend eh. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hay nako Jessica, ayan ka na naman. Cramming . :| (&lt;/span&gt;Buti na lang natulog ako for 3 hours kaninang hapon. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magshashare na lang ako ng kanta na na-LSS na naman ako ngayon. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; Love always finds a way&lt;br /&gt;When the clouds have no silver lining&lt;br /&gt;He comes through shining&lt;br /&gt;Love always sees the light&lt;br /&gt;Through the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;In a small way&lt;br /&gt;Love always finds a way&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old song na naman yan. (as usual) Pero maganda kasi yung lyrics kaya tumatak siya sa isipan ko.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magshashare na lang din ako ng mga nangyari sa akin these past few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September 18, 2009:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Field trip ng mga Juniors sa SMX. I can say na masaya naman siya. Career shopping with my fellow batchmates. Ang daming different universities na nandoon para i-advertise ang schools nila. May mga nagbigay na rin ng application form just in case na mage-exam ka sa school nila. May mga pinirmahan din akong mga forms para makakuha ng freebies. Nung tinanong ako kung anong course gusto ko, nilagay ko medicine, psychology at tourism. Joketime nga eh. Di ko pa kasi alam kung anong course gusto ko. XD Too bad, di ko/namin napuntahan lahat ng booth. Kulang kasi sa oras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos may nagbigay din sa amin ng talk tungkol sa marine engineering. Nung narinig ko yung mga perks dun sa job na yun, gusto ko na magmarine engineering bigla. Nakakatuwa rin yung accent ng indian speaker! :)) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Are you shore?* *Give the broshore*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Buti na lang di nawala yung libreng pagkain. Nakakagutom naman kasi eh. Nung mga 4 na, kailangan na raw umuwi. NUng una, di ako dapat sasabay sa bus. Gusto ko pa kasi pumunta dun sa book fair or di kaya sa MOA. Pero napilitan ako sumama sa bus. BerBur ang nasa bus. Nakakatuwa, ang ingay namin. Ang generous din ng mga tao doon pagdating sa pagkain. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumunta ako sa KFC times plaza kasama ang TP and Brennan para kumain. Then pumunta rin kami sa Robinsons nina Kim, Eponine at Pamela Lite para magpalipas oras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September 20, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sunday ito, so expect na walang pasok. Pero pumunta ang Burbank sa Sm Centerpoint para manood ng Macario Sakay play. Nagkita-kita pa ang ibang Burbies sa Mcdo UN, pero ako dumiretso na sa SM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating ko doon, marami ng Burbank. So kwentuhan, picturan, etc. Tapos, nung pipila na para pumasok sa loob ng Cinema, nagkahiwa-hiwalay na ang Burbank. Nakakalungkot. 5 lang kaming Burbank magkakasama noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayos naman yung play. May mga scenes na masarap tulugan, nakakakilig at nakakatawa. Kung hindi lang dahil sa mga maiingay na estudyante tuwing transition, mas maeenjoy ko sana yung play. After ng play, too bad, di namin makita yung ibang Burbank. So kumain na lang kami nina Papu, Regine, Tif sa Tokyo-tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaay. Nonsense post, I know. Wala rin akong kwenta magkwento. Inaantok na kasi eh. Sabog na ako. &gt;.&lt; style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778240343640227017-4979696121439348311?l=captivatedheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/4979696121439348311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/09/130-na-pero-pinoproblema-ko-pa-rin-yung.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/4979696121439348311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/4979696121439348311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/09/130-na-pero-pinoproblema-ko-pa-rin-yung.html' title='Cramming again.'/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778240343640227017.post-919467619925535731</id><published>2009-09-17T22:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T22:54:35.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I was happy a while ago because of various reasons. I was also happy because I chose to be happy. But tonight, my mood suddenly changed. I remembered something because someone made me remember it. I'm confused, disappointed, and even jealous. I don't have the right to feel this way but I can't help it. I promised myself that I shall stop dwelling in the past but tonight, I think I broke that promise. I also made a foolish decision. Damn. Stupidity strikes again. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be having our field trip tomorrow. There will be no classes tomorrow because of the urgent faculty meeting. I hope tomorrow will be a good day. Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, here's a piece of advice. Don't make a promise when you know that your heart is not ready for it. Sometimes, you need to consider the time elapsed in making a decision. You'll only be sorry for yourself when you failed to achieve your goal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778240343640227017-919467619925535731?l=captivatedheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/919467619925535731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/919467619925535731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/919467619925535731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778240343640227017.post-8789949400558433852</id><published>2009-09-12T19:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T20:46:09.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson learned.</title><content type='html'>This is a late post. Long post ahead so be ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, September 11, 2009 is our Judgment day. Distribution of cards sa afternoon, so maraming kinakabahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special in particular happened that morning. We had our Physics class. Mam. Lucena was not around but she left us a task. The rest of the morning was spent for our Periodic table, exhibit and Chemvention. Ang galing mag-cram at magkaisa ng Burbank. Hahaha. Di na kami umalis ng homeroom after ng 3rd class. From 9am to past 11am, ang lahat ay busy para sa mga contest at class projects na ipapasa sa araw na iyon. May mga gumagawa ng periodic table, yung iba nagdedesign ng exhibit at yung iba naman, tumutulong para matapos yung di pa nasisimulang chemvention. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na-cut yung klase ng 11am dahil distribution ng cards sa hapon. Tapos na rin kami sa pagcra-cram ng mga projects sa homeroom. So umalis muna ako ng homeroom at pagala-gala ako. Pumunta ako sa exhibit at naging photographer ako ni Tita Rose Uy. Nawalan ng battery yung camera niya so wala na akong nagawa. Binigay sa akin ni Tamamao yung placard ng Burbank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. Habang naghihintay sa mga parents, kasama ko si Vonne na may hawak naman ng placard ng Berzelius. Tinulungan namin yung mga parents na kailangan ng tulong. Magkausap lang kami sa labas ng auditorium habang naglelecture sa loob. Nung time na yun, wala pa rin yung mommy niya at mommy ko. Kwentuhan lang ng kung ano-ano habang naghihintay matapos yung orientation sa auditorium. Nakakatuwa kasi first time namin magusap sa personal ng medyo matagal. We left the auditorium and proceeded to our own rooms after the orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang aga dumating ng mommy ko. 1pm dapat siya pumunta para sa orientation, pero 3pm na siya nakarating because of the heavy traffic. Gah. Kinuha na niya yung card ko. She wasn't surprised with my disappointing grades kasi niready ko na siya. Pero crap. I've never felt so disappointed with my grades. The grades that I've got yesterday are the worst grades that I've ever seen in my report card. It sucks because I know that I've only got myself to blame for those unsightly marks. I tried to comfort myself saying that first quarter is only an adjustment stage; pwede pa ako bumawi sa susunod; hell year talaga ang third year kaya ganyan. But those words didn't help. I failed to realize the value of time. If I'll give you the chance to see my report card, you'll see that I'm a failure; that I suck big time. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil dito, nadepress talaga ako. 5pm na noon, nakalimutan kong di pa ako kumakain ng breakfast at lunch. Pumunta na lang kami ni Tif sa Mcdo at kumain. We were both unsatisfied with our grades. Sumabay kami kay Epo at Angelica na di rin nakuntento sa grades nila. Nagkwentuhan na lang ng kahit ano, para lang makalimutan sandali yung grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pupunta pa kami dapat sa Sucat para sa wake ni Mr. De Paula, husband ng chem teacher namin na si Mrs. De Paula. Too bad, late na kasi. 6pm na nun. According to Mrs. Uy, traffic na raw ng ganung time tska malakas pa kasi yung ulan. So di na kami tumuloy. Yung Berzelius lang yata ang nakapunta. Sila kasi yung advisory class ni Mam. Condolence na lang to Mrs. De Paula's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napakwento na naman ako. Masaya ako dahil may magagandang nangyari. Panira lang talaga yung grades ko sa card. Sige na, bbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778240343640227017-8789949400558433852?l=captivatedheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/8789949400558433852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/09/judgment-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/8789949400558433852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/8789949400558433852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/09/judgment-day.html' title='Lesson learned.'/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778240343640227017.post-4026965409915160420</id><published>2009-09-07T19:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:33:52.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joketime.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Me: I love you. :)&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Do you really love me?&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Only joking.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Too bad. I thought you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: I do love you!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: But I love him more.&lt;br /&gt;Cleverbot: Who do you love?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I love *****. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi naka asterisks yung sinabi kong name kay Cleverbot kanina. Kung sino man yan, sa aming 2 or should I say, sa aming 3 na lang ni ***** at cleverbot yan. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Natuwa ako sa cleverbot.com . Bored? Gusto mo ba ng kausap? Or are you desperate for some pieces of advice? Then talk to him &lt;a href="http://cleverbot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Wala lang. Shareee. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778240343640227017-4026965409915160420?l=captivatedheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/4026965409915160420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/09/me-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/4026965409915160420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/4026965409915160420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/09/me-i-love-you.html' title='Joketime.'/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778240343640227017.post-8592116403523307038</id><published>2009-09-07T18:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:29:48.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Matagal din pala akong di nagupdate. Well, ang daming masasayang nangyari last week. Wala kaming Physics 1 week straight, bago na Music teacher namin. First time ko rin matulog sa ibang bahay for the sake of a class project/ contest. Natulog kami kna Tif nung Wednesday. Tsaka last week, may nalaman din ako. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today, I started my day with a smile. Napilitan ako gumising ng maaga dahil pupunta ang Burbank sa bahay nila Julius for the chemistry class project. Inaantok pa ako at ayaw ko pa talaga bumangon dahil ang lamig pero natauhan din ako.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maaga ako nakarating sa Mcdo. 15 mins before 9am pa lang, nandoon na ako so pang-third ako. 9am ang usapan, pero yung iba 9:30 na dumating. Talk about punctuality. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So pumunta kami sa bahay nila Julius. First time ko sumakay ng LRT hanggang Monumento so medyo naexcite ako. I'm such an ignorant kid. Sumakay pa kami ng 2 jeep bago tuluyang makarating sa bahay nila Julius sa Caloocan. Whew. Ang unang ginawa ng karamihan pagkatapak sa bahay nila Julius e pumunta sa kanilang PC shop, buksan ang PC, at magonline sa kanilang Y!M. Well, ganun din ginawa ko. 13 kaming Burbank sa bahay nila. So sinimulan na gawin yung periodic table, pero di tinapos. Kumain kami by 12:30 sa house nila. Napakahospitable ng family nila. Naghanda pa talaga. So thanks to the Villanueva family. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, tenenen. Lakwatsa time. From Caloocan, punta raw kaming MOA sa Pasay. Marami sa amin ang ayaw noong una kasi wala ng mga pera. Kahit ako rin eh, poor na kasi. Pero di na rin nakatanggi. Haha. So 9 kaming pumunta doon. First time ko nanaman sumakay nung parang orange na vehicle. Instead na jeepney, yun sinakyan namin. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pagdating sa MOA, wala namang masyadong ginawa. Window shopping, kain. Grabe, naubos pera ko. Tsk. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna end my boring post here. Good night. I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778240343640227017-8592116403523307038?l=captivatedheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/8592116403523307038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/09/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/8592116403523307038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/8592116403523307038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/09/tired.html' title='Tired.'/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778240343640227017.post-260946339162015785</id><published>2009-09-01T22:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:49:34.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I go  crazy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If this is a dream, then please don't wake me up anymore. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Masayaakongayon. The End. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778240343640227017-260946339162015785?l=captivatedheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/260946339162015785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-go-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/260946339162015785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/260946339162015785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-go-crazy.html' title='I go  crazy.'/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778240343640227017.post-1038826009981198185</id><published>2009-08-31T02:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T02:52:51.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pag inspired ka...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SprFa8FAITI/AAAAAAAAABI/AmD5AX3RcyI/s1600-h/ka-gchan.+XD.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SprFa8FAITI/AAAAAAAAABI/AmD5AX3RcyI/s320/ka-gchan.+XD.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375826171814486322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;ANG GC KO SA FILIPINO. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pocketbook ng summary Noli Me Tangere, kabanata 1-16, 50 pages, 6,995 words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ganyantalagapaginspiredhahaha. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meron pang isang, pocketbook naman tungkol sa buhay naman ni Rizal. Gaah. Ang daming requirements ni Mam. D. Inaantok na ako eh. Bukas na iyon. &gt;.&lt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778240343640227017-1038826009981198185?l=captivatedheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/1038826009981198185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/08/pag-inspired-ka.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/1038826009981198185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/1038826009981198185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/08/pag-inspired-ka.html' title='Pag inspired ka...'/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SprFa8FAITI/AAAAAAAAABI/AmD5AX3RcyI/s72-c/ka-gchan.+XD.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778240343640227017.post-1875613801500814242</id><published>2009-08-30T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T13:36:13.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love's ironies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The greatest irony of love is loving the right person at the wrong time, having the wrong person when the time is right &amp;amp; finding out you love someone after that person walks out from your life &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes you think you're already over a person but when you see them smile at you, you'll suddenly realize that you're just pretending to be over them just to ease the pain of knowing that they will never be yours again.&lt;/span&gt; For some they think that letting go is one way of expressing how much you love the person. Most relationships tend to fail not because the absence of love, love is always present. It's just that one was being loved too much &amp;amp; the other was being loved too little as we all know that the heart is the center of the body but it beats on the left. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe that's the reason why the heart is not always right.&lt;/span&gt; Most often we fall in love with the person we think we love only to discover that for them, we are just for past times, while the one who truly loves us remains either a friend or a stranger. Here's a piece of advice: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let go when you're hurting to much.&lt;/span&gt; Give up when love isn't enough, &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;move on when things are not like before.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is someone out there who will love you even more&lt;/span&gt;, surely then, you will know true love."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true, right? Indeed, love is full of ironies. The quote explains it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778240343640227017-1875613801500814242?l=captivatedheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/1875613801500814242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/08/loves-ironies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/1875613801500814242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/1875613801500814242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/08/loves-ironies.html' title='Love&apos;s ironies.'/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778240343640227017.post-5484844843788052628</id><published>2009-08-28T22:13:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:55:14.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight's gonna be a good night.</title><content type='html'>Ang ganda ng simula ng araw ko. Late na naman ako, for the 3rd time in my entire masci life. Napansin ko na ngayong third year lang ako nalalate, dati hindi naman. Shocks. Unfair kaya. Mas maaga ako umalis ng bahay kaya nagcommute ako tapos di ako sumama sa kapatid ko. Then, siya late siya umalis ng house tapos di siya late. Gah. Ako pa pinakauna sa pila ng mga late sa third year. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of that drama. Fast forward. So ako ang representative ng aming klase para sa lakambini something. Thank God because He gave me supportive classmates and friends. Maraming tumulong sa akin kanina sa pagaayos. May naging temporary hair and make-up artist at personal assistant ako kanina. Thanks Mam. De Leon, thanks Burbank, thank you non-Burbank friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Magandang hapon sa inyong lahat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang kasimplehang bumabalot sa aking katauhan&lt;br /&gt;Ang sumasagisag ng tunay na kagandahan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di lamang sa panlabas na kaanyuan&lt;br /&gt;Kundi maging sa kalooban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga ngit sa aking mga labi&lt;br /&gt;Ang siyang sayo'y bibighani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Zafra ang ngalan... Binibini sa iyong harapan&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan yung kailangan kong sabihin kanina. Unfortunately, namental block ako kanina sa stage. Memorize na memorize ko na yun eh, pero ganun pala pag kinakabahan ka. Gah. Ang dami kasing tao. I was so nervous. So nakalimutan kong mag-pose sa gitna, at nakalimutan ko pa yung ibang lines sa speech ko so nagimbento na lang ako kahit di sila rhyming. Dahil doon, nakalimutan ko rin magsmile. So nakasimangot ako buong time sa stage because of regret. Sayang. Pero at least panalo naman yung partner ko na si Justine kahit siya ay namental block din. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Blackout came. It was the most awaited event for the juniors that day. Di ko ineexpect na mageenjoy ako ng sobra. The bands of our batch performed at least 1 or 2 song number. Too bad, di ko sila masyado napanood kasi kumain ako ng kikiam downstairs. Di pa kasi ako nagbreakfast at lunch nun. May Bb. Masci Pageant (not sure of the name) din. Nakakatuwa, may representative ang bawat section and take note, they pretended to be gays. Si renz ang representative namin, at halatang di siya marunong umarteng bakla. Yung iba naman, pwedeng-pwede maging bakla. :)) May mga dance numbers din. Yung unang group, medley. Yung 2nd group, Michael Jackson songs. Sayang wala si Mam. Lazaro. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marami akong nakasayaw, both boys and girls. Sa fast dance, usually girls. Parang nasa disco lang kami eh. Party like a rock star.  Sa slow dance, usually boys.  May ngyari din kasi. May nangyaring nakakatuwa at meron ding hindi maganda. May mga nalaman din ako na nagulat talaga ako. I also cried because of something. There. I won't elaborate it here. Pero ang isa sa mga nangyari ay di ko talaga inaasahan, not even in my wildest dreams. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Nakasayaw ko siyaaaaa.&lt;/span&gt; That moment completed my day. At may isa pang nangyari. Hahaha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumunta kami ni Kim, mommy ni Kim, Angelica at ako sa KFC. Libreng dinner. Nice. Pero di ako nakakain ng maayos. Masyado kasi akong masaya sa mga nangyari. Kwento lang ako ng kwento habang sila kumakain. Kahit di pa ako kumain ng heavy meal, feeling ko sobrang busog ako. Nabusog ng tuwa, kahihiyan at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kakiligan&lt;/span&gt;. Imagine, ako pinakahuling natapos kumain sa amin. That was soooo unlike me. XD Umuwi na kami pagkatapos. Nakarating ako dito sa house ng mga past 9 na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natutuwa ako ng sobra-sobra ngayon. Kahit hindi naging madali ang paraan ng pagkuha ko ng kagustuhan ko, I think it's worth the risk. May bagong favorite song na rin ako. Grabe. Paalam na nga. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And we'll linger on, time can't erase a feeling this strong~&lt;br /&gt;Every moment spent with you is a moment I'll treasure~&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778240343640227017-5484844843788052628?l=captivatedheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/5484844843788052628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/08/mixed-emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/5484844843788052628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/5484844843788052628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/08/mixed-emotions.html' title='Tonight&apos;s gonna be a good night.'/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778240343640227017.post-8338292361545567266</id><published>2009-08-25T19:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:58:51.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressured. &gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>Nyaah. A while ago, I found out the results of my periodic tests. Some of them are not really good because they are far, far below the passing mark. This is my first time to get those kind of grades. Because of these grades, my mood changed from good to bad. I was really feeling down. I was blaming myself because I think I did not strive that hard. I did not manage my time wisely. I wasted a lot of time on those time-consuming projects. Because of these projects, I didn't had the time to study well. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waah. I really hope that I could make up for those grades. First quarter is over. I hope I can do better next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/270/1D9FD9E0198FE0CDA14EEACF5D00AA27.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778240343640227017-8338292361545567266?l=captivatedheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/8338292361545567266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/08/pressured.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/8338292361545567266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/8338292361545567266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/08/pressured.html' title='Pressured. &gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778240343640227017.post-1845486991516639647</id><published>2009-08-22T22:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:59:23.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're my sunshine after the rain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Berso sa Metro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Nang mawala ka sa akin ikaw at ako'y nawalan:&lt;br /&gt;Ako dahil ikaw ang minahal ko ng lubusan&lt;br /&gt;At ikaw dahil ako ang iyo'y lubusang nagmahal&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit sa dalawa ay ikaw ang higit na nawalan&lt;br /&gt;Dahil pwede ko mahalin ang iba tulad ng pagmamahal ko sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit ika'y di mamahalin tulad ng kung paano kita minahal&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakita ko iyan sa LRT kanina. Natuwa naman daw si ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nalate for 2 hours sa practice dahil sa baha at sa mga jeep. Nagkaroon ng bagong kakilala dahil sa pagiging stranded ko. Nagpractice ng tala sa Masci. Kumain sa KFC. Shooting sa bahay ni Pamela Puertollano. Bumili ng jar sa isang shop. Nagpalamig sa Sm San Lazaro. Nakalibre ng pamasahe kay Epo sa 2 jeep at LRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala ako sa mood magkwento ngayon. Dami pa palang kailangan gawin. Bbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/270/1D9FD9E0198FE0CDA14EEACF5D00AA27.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778240343640227017-1845486991516639647?l=captivatedheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/1845486991516639647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/08/youre-my-sunshine-after-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/1845486991516639647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/1845486991516639647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/08/youre-my-sunshine-after-rain.html' title='You&apos;re my sunshine after the rain.'/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778240343640227017.post-3749490239214452450</id><published>2009-08-21T20:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:02:12.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get out.</title><content type='html'>Nilalangaw na blog ko. Paano ba naman kasi, sobrang busy this week. Tambak ang mga gawain. Wala na tuloy akong time para magupdate nitong blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi naging madali ang lahat ng tests. Madaling hulaan, pwede pa eh. Gash. Good luck sa akin. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Change topic. Kaninang pagkagising ko ng mga 10am, ang dami ko ng natatangap na text na nagtatanong tungkol sa practice sa Tala at dun sa project sa Filipino. Since wala silang matinong decision sa practice sa Tala, yung group namin sa Fili ay nagdecide na magkita sa Mcdo, Un ng 1pm. Biglaan yun kaya medyo gumulo. Nagkita-kita ang pangkat namin sa Filipino sa mcdo para pagusapan yung film making namin.  Di kami kumpleto, pero ayos lang. May script at plano na kami, bukas na yung shooting. Pagdating sa mga ganyan, shempre di mawawala ang lakwatsahan. Pumunta ako, si Kim at Epo sa Robinsons pagkatapos ng meeting. Window shopping dude. Ang dami naming nakita. Ang dami naming gusto bilhin. Kaso walang mga pera eh. Umalis kami ni Kim sa Rob ng past 6 na, naiwan si Epo.  Dahil doon, masakit pa rin ang mga paa ko ngayon. Pero ayos lang. It's worth it. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so my post ends here. Good night. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/270/1D9FD9E0198FE0CDA14EEACF5D00AA27.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778240343640227017-3749490239214452450?l=captivatedheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/3749490239214452450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/08/get-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/3749490239214452450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/3749490239214452450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/08/get-out.html' title='Get out.'/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778240343640227017.post-8139849089688238585</id><published>2009-08-16T03:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T03:24:55.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, love just ain't enough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;  But there's a danger in loving somebody too much,&lt;br /&gt;and it's sad when you know it's your heart you can't trust.&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason why people don't stay where they are.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, sometimes, love just aint enough.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang. Nagandahan lang ako sa lyrics kahit old song na siya. It's 3:30 in the morning. Good night. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778240343640227017-8139849089688238585?l=captivatedheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/8139849089688238585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometimes-love-just-aint-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/8139849089688238585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/8139849089688238585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometimes-love-just-aint-enough.html' title='Sometimes, love just ain&apos;t enough.'/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778240343640227017.post-333093262079177174</id><published>2009-08-15T21:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:25:38.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell week.</title><content type='html'>These past few days I've slept only for like 2 or 3 hours. Can you see those black circles under my eyes and those dots on my forehead? Well, those hideous sights are the results of my compliance to our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;industrious&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fussy&lt;/span&gt; teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[x] Physics music video&lt;br /&gt;[x] Chemistry project&lt;br /&gt;[x] THE cross stitch&lt;br /&gt;[x] ABR powerpoint report&lt;br /&gt;[x] MAPEH project&lt;br /&gt;[x] Technical writing Library research report, tentative outline, rough draft in yellow pad, etc&lt;br /&gt;[x] Upcoming quizzes&lt;br /&gt;[x] Periodic tests on Aug 18-20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= Add them up and you'll get HELL. Oh gawsh. They say that this is what 3rd year in Masci is all about. Stress, pressure, cramming, you name it. Good thing I'm used to these things. Wish me luck. &gt;.&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SobTLYjBJYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HfzVsin3Wnc/s1600-h/kalokohan.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SobTLYjBJYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HfzVsin3Wnc/s320/kalokohan.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370211798207243650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778240343640227017-333093262079177174?l=captivatedheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/333093262079177174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/08/hell-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/333093262079177174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/333093262079177174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/08/hell-week.html' title='Hell week.'/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SobTLYjBJYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HfzVsin3Wnc/s72-c/kalokohan.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778240343640227017.post-6724964430091275789</id><published>2009-08-14T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:48:17.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet facts.</title><content type='html'>This week was filled with surprising revelations and unexpected actions. Marami akong nalaman at nagawa na lubos kong ikinatuwa. May mga bagay na simula ngayon, inaasahan kong bumalik sa dati. Hindi naman ako nagmamadali eh, kaya ko namang maghintay. May mga nalaman din akong ilang katotohanan na hindi ko akalain mangyayari noon. May mga bagay akong nagawa na di ko akalaing magagawa ko noon. Dahil sa mga ito, naging masaya ako. Masaya ako kasi natuto ako, kahit natuto ako sa pamamagitan ng hindi madaling paraan. Masaya akong natuto ako dahil alam kong malaking tulong ang mga kaalamang ito sa aking sarili. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero minsan, kahit ika'y masaya na, hindi rin maiiwasan na  may kumontra sa iyo. May bagay/hayop/tao akong iniiwasan ngayon kasi naiilang ako. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eh kasi naman e, nakaraan na yun. Bakit ngayon lang ngyayari ang mga gusto kong mangyari noon?&lt;/span&gt; Feelings of regret, yun nararamdaman ko. Pero tingin ko, wala naman akong karapatan na maramdaman iyon e. Pero ewan, I can't help it. Nahihiya na nga ako minsan eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos eto pa. Basahin mo ito:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribune.net.ph/metro/20090811met2.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PCAHS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung ikaw na nagbabasa nito ngayon ay isang Mascian, ano mararamdaman mo? Siguro maiinis ka rin. Kasi naman eeeeeeh. Bakit pa kailangan palitan, kung nabuhay naman tayo sa nakasanayan? Like duh. Wala ng distinction pag naging iyon. Masyado na nilang sinasamba si Cory. Bakit ngayon, kung kailan wala na siya, doon lang narealize ng marami ang worth niya? To the point na gagawan pa siya ng statue, etc? I apologize to all of her fans out there. No offense here, pero I think that changing the name of our school is toooooo much. It's simply unnecessary. I can't see Lim's point in changing the name of my beloved school. Manila Science High School is Manila Science High School.  Hindi naman sa amin nag-aral si Cory. Hindi rin naman dito nag aral si Kris, nor si Ninoy. Like duh. I, or shall I say we, need some respect. If they can't afford to pay even the least amount of respect to the name of our school, can't they just mind their own businesses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Ma'am Lazaro, we need you. Please open the eyes of these Filipinos. These politicians and my countrymen are treating her like... Gah. Siguro dahil malapit na kasi ang eleksyon, kaya ganito. Your strategies are so lame, you *insertadjectivehere* mammals. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I being too cynical? Sorry. I can't help it. Don't worry. I still have some respect left for her here in my heart. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778240343640227017-6724964430091275789?l=captivatedheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/6724964430091275789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-week-was-filled-with-surprising.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/6724964430091275789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/6724964430091275789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-week-was-filled-with-surprising.html' title='Bittersweet facts.'/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778240343640227017.post-9099611931972274811</id><published>2009-08-12T20:13:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:55:10.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not easy to explain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Let me not to the marriage of true minds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Admit impediments. Love is not love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Which alters when it alteration finds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Or bends with the remover to remove:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;O no! it is an ever-fixed mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That looks on tempests and is never shaken;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;It is the star to every wandering bark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Within his bending sickle’s compass come:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But bears it out even to the edge of doom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;If this be error and upon me proved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I never writ, nor no man ever loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;- William Shakespeare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt;"&gt;Ayan ang topic namin sa English kanina. Kapag love nga naman ang pinaguusapan, makikita mo na interested ang lahat makinig. Lahat kasi nakakar eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, what is love? Gaaaah. That was a tough question. Para sa akin, love has no definite meaning. It it hard to explain. We have different interpretations on love. For some, love is a bliss but for some, love is as painful as hell. It depends upon the person speaking. Shempre kapag nasaktan ka na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="12"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt;"&gt;noon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt;"&gt;, masasabi mong love is painful. Kaya nga maraming takot na ulit magmahal eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kanina, tinanong ako ni Mam. Lucena. For me, what is love. Then ganito sabi ko: &lt;i&gt;"Love is wanting the other person to be happy even if you cannot be a part of that happiness."&lt;/i&gt; That was the first idea that came into my mind. So in short, love is sacrifice. Tama ba? Gusto mo maging masaya ang taong mahal mo kahit hindi ikaw ang kasiyahan na hinahanap niya. Susubukan mong maging masaya para sa kanya kahit mahirap. Iisipin mo muna ang kaligayahan niya bago yung iyo kahit hindi ka naman makikinabang sa kaligayahan niya. Selfless love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung tinanong na kami ng interpretations tungkol sa sonnet, ayan na.Iba-iba rin kami ng mga sagot ng mga kaklase ko eh. For some, true love is endless. They said that love can withstand time. It does not change despite all the trials that they meet along the way. For the others, true love waits. O di kaya, love endures. Love is not blind. Etc. Pero masasabi ko na lahat naman sila e tama. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di mo malalaman ang ibig sabihin nito hangga't di mo ito nararanasan. Kung may kasabihan na "to see is to believe" para sa akin, meron ding "to feel it yourself is to understand". Kapag sinabi kasing love, madalas unang pumapasok sa isip natin ay love to the opposite sex. Pero wala namang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt;"&gt;mali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt;"&gt; dun. Dapat malaman lang natin na hindi lang sila ang pwede at kaya nating mahalin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang dami ko na yatang sinabi. Pero kung may mga tao kang pinapahalagahan ngayon, maiintindihan mo ang mga sinabi ko. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778240343640227017-9099611931972274811?l=captivatedheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/9099611931972274811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-not-easy-to-explain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/9099611931972274811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/9099611931972274811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-not-easy-to-explain.html' title='It&apos;s not easy to explain.'/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778240343640227017.post-544881366201034261</id><published>2009-08-08T16:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T16:40:21.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need more time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So many things to do with so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gaaaah. I'm so tired. Projects here, homeworks there. So many things are craving for my attention.  Because of these requirements, I can't find time to study for our quizzes. I'm having a hard time managing my time wisely. Poor grades. Some of them are not good anymore. Sometimes, or most of the time, temptation would also invade my system. These temptations include those unnecessary matters that I prefer to do than concentrate on my work. Most of the time, because of stress, I'm finding it hard to pay attention to our teacher's discussion. My mind is busy wandering far, far away, into the verge of the unseen horizon of my wildest dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh Lord, please help me overcome these trials. I know that these too, shall pass with Your help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778240343640227017-544881366201034261?l=captivatedheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/544881366201034261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-need-more-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/544881366201034261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/544881366201034261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-need-more-time.html' title='I need more time.'/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778240343640227017.post-7499551835556008562</id><published>2009-08-06T21:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:39:30.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recommended by Dr. Jessica.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Grabbed from Mixi. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rule:&lt;/span&gt; Go to: http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi&lt;br /&gt;Put your name in, and generate slogan after each question&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you say to yourself every morning?&lt;br /&gt;♥I'd walk a mile for a Jessica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What do you want other people say about you?&lt;br /&gt;♥Jessica comes to those who wait.&lt;br /&gt;(Nice one. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Someone asked you out, your answer is..&lt;br /&gt;♥Don't live a little, live a Jessica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How would you answer a booty call?&lt;br /&gt;♥You'll look a little lovelier everyday with a fabulous, pink Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How would you introduce yourself to someone you really like?&lt;br /&gt;♥Nothing comes between me and my Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. To someone you dislike?&lt;br /&gt;♥Have you forgotten how good Jessica tastes?&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You're in a conversation and you suddenly feel the need to pee, how would you excuse yourself?&lt;br /&gt;♥Silly rabbit, Jessica is for kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your parents ask you why you got home late, you say...&lt;br /&gt;♥Because Jessica can't drive.&lt;br /&gt;(Whatta lame excuse. :)) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You're failing a subject, you say...&lt;br /&gt;♥How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Jessica?&lt;br /&gt;(Whattheheck?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The love of your life asks you to marry him/her, what do you say?&lt;br /&gt;♥Jessica saves your soul.&lt;br /&gt;(Yii~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your bf/gf is breaking up with you, you tell him/her...&lt;br /&gt;♥ Break me off a piece of that Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;(ngee. Baliktad. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Someone told you you're an asshole, you tell them...&lt;br /&gt;♥Make the most of Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;(WTH?! :)) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What are the best words to describe you?&lt;br /&gt;♥ Simple, impartial Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;(Is this true? 8D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you're going to have a movie about your life, the title is...&lt;br /&gt;♥Does she or doesn't she? Only her Jessica knows for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Your last words before you die...&lt;br /&gt;♥My goodness, my Jessica!&lt;br /&gt;(iba dapat magsasabi sa akin nito, hindi ako. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Your message to a special someone..&lt;br /&gt;♥Behold the power of Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Title of this post will be...&lt;br /&gt;♥Recommended by Dr. Jessica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778240343640227017-7499551835556008562?l=captivatedheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/7499551835556008562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/08/recommended-by-dr-jessica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/7499551835556008562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/7499551835556008562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/08/recommended-by-dr-jessica.html' title='Recommended by Dr. Jessica.'/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778240343640227017.post-7296409783353918346</id><published>2009-08-05T17:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T17:40:02.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason for everything, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes. So there is a particular reason on why am I still holding back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll understand. But I guess you just can't.&lt;br /&gt;I need more time. I need more space.&lt;br /&gt;It's not as easy as you think. If you're in my position, you'll see what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778240343640227017-7296409783353918346?l=captivatedheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/7296409783353918346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-reason-for-everything-right-yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/7296409783353918346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/7296409783353918346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-reason-for-everything-right-yes.html' title='Holding back.'/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778240343640227017.post-901928657183527235</id><published>2009-08-04T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:42:41.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to yesterday.</title><content type='html'>Kani-kanina lang, binalikan ko yung mga lumang files dito sa folder ko.   Nakita ko yung mga files ko dati. Yung mga poems, drama, story, essays, etc. Nakita ko rin yung mga pictures ko/namin dati. Mga pics nung bago pa lang ako sa Masci. Nakakamiss. Ang sarap balikan sana ng nakaraan. Kung pwede lang sana eh. Marami rin kasi ako gustong baguhin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At eto, kasama sa mga nakita ko:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ano nga ba itong nararamdaman?&lt;br /&gt;Isang damdaming di ko inaasahan sa iyo ko mararanasan&lt;br /&gt;Damdaming nakapagdulot ng kaguluhan&lt;br /&gt;Sa puso kong takot ng masaktan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siya'y aking nakilala ng di inaasahan&lt;br /&gt;Isang ordinaryong araw noon ang nagdaan&lt;br /&gt;ngunit ang araw na iyon ang nagsilbing panimula&lt;br /&gt;Sa isang pakiramdam na nagbigay ng lungkot at tuwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naging mabilis ang pagtakbo ng oras at araw&lt;br /&gt;Sa tuwing siya ay aking natatanaw&lt;br /&gt;Di ko akalain na kami'y magiging magkaibigan&lt;br /&gt;sapagkat ang aming ugali ay magkabaliktaran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan kami'y nagkaroon ng oras na magsama&lt;br /&gt;Doon ko napansin na siya'y tunay na kakaiba&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko namalayan na ako'y nagbago&lt;br /&gt;Sadyang iba ang kaniya'y aking pagtrato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuwing siya ay nasisilayan&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y agad na natitigilan&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit hanggang doon na lang iyon&lt;br /&gt;Isang damdaming tila sa lupa nakabaon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadyang wala akong loob na malakas&lt;br /&gt;Di pa man sinusubukan ay gusto ng umatras&lt;br /&gt;Di ko alam kung pano sa kaniya ito'y mababangit&lt;br /&gt;Mga katagang sa puso at utak ko naiipit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y natatakot na sabihin sayo&lt;br /&gt;Ang pagibig na nararamdaman ko&lt;br /&gt;Natatakot na ika'y umiwas&lt;br /&gt;Ang pagkakaibigang nabuo ay magwakas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang kailan ko pwede itago ito?&lt;br /&gt;Pagsinta na nais ko'y iyong mapagtanto&lt;br /&gt;Sana hindi pa huli ang lahat&lt;br /&gt;Sa oras na balak kong sayo'y magtapat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang bituin na kay hirap abutin&lt;br /&gt;Maabot ka, yan aki'y panalangin&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit ang takot ko'y dapat harapin&lt;br /&gt;Upang malamn mong ako sayo'y may pagtingin.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang ewan niyan noh? Di ko alam kung para saan/kanino/ano yan eh. O sadyang wala lang talaga akong magawa niyan. Pero nakakamiss talaga ang mga sandaling iyan. Ngayon, nakalulungkot malaman na ang dami ng nagbago. Ang iba'y ikinatuwa pa natin dahil para ito sa ating kasiyahan o kabutihan. Ngunit may mga pagbabagong mahirap tanggapin kasi ito'y masakit... Siguro kasama na talaga ito ng paglipas ng panahon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778240343640227017-901928657183527235?l=captivatedheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/901928657183527235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/08/back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/901928657183527235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/901928657183527235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/08/back.html' title='Back to yesterday.'/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778240343640227017.post-1247052718769613066</id><published>2009-08-03T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:10:25.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>August 3 is a fun but tiring day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagsimula ang lahat nung umaga. I was late. I arrived in school at about 7:30 am. First time yun ah. DUmaan pa kasi ako ng Andoks para bumili ng Liempo. Buti walang Physics. Kya may time para magprepare sa surprise para kay Mam. Lucena at kay Mam. Manalo. Binalot nila Danni yung regalo. Yung iba naman, busy na sa pagsusulat ng dedications. Meron dng nagplaplano ng pagkain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung english na, surprise entrance. :)) Careless whisper ang mga boys. Hahaha. Tas kumanta ng Happy birthday with a twist kay Mam. Lucena. She was touched by our actions. Aww. Sabi niya kasi, 2001 daw nung huli siyang sinurprise ng ganun. And sobrang unexpected talaga kasi noong June 9 pa birthday niya. SO there. Picture2, kwentuhan at nagbigay kami ng pagkain sa kaniya. May class picture na rin kami kasama si mam Lucena.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, tenenen! AA na. So ginamit pa namin si Mam. Lucena para kausapin si mam. Manalo sa labas habang walang kamalay-malay si Mam. Manalo na inaayos na namin ang room para sa kaniya. Inayos na yung food, picture sandali. Then pagpasok ni Mam. Manalo, kantahan uli. Ang sayaaaaa. Natouch din si Mam. sa ginawa namin. Binigyan namin siya ng rice dispenser at illustration board na naglalaman ng aming dedications sa kaniya. Tas niyaya pa nga namin si Mam. Lucena na makikain sa amin. So there. Kahit di ganun kadami ang food, masaya pa rin. Gumana pa rin ang aking katakawan as usual. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pnakiusapan namin si Mam. De paula na wag mag chem. Pero ang sabi nya, kahit 20 min na lang daw kami mag chem, ayos na. So sa homeroom, naglaro sila. Haha. Trip to Jerusalem, etc. Then, nagkayayaan mag truth or dare. May mga nagkabukingan, pero di raw pwede makalabas iyon. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaah. Nagchem kami for 20 min. Ayos lang naman yun. Then nung mag THE na dapat, pnapunta sa quad. Pupunta raw kami sa Roxas Blvd. Panonoorin si Cory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went there. Grabe, nasusunog na ang balat namin, di pa rin sumusulpot ang bangkay ni Cory. Gawsh. So kumain kami. Si Jonah, nanlibre pa ng starbucks. Si Orven, nanlibre ng ice cream. May iba pa akong nakain. Ang dami ko na namang nakain. Pero medyo naasar ako sa ibang taga Araullo. Graaabe. Nakakaasar ung pantritrip nila. Hindi nakakatuwa. Tas may isa pang lalaki dun na mkha namang gusgusin at naninigarilyo pa. EEW. Parang pervert na nanlilisik ang mata sa akin kanina. Nakatitig talaga. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawsh. We waited for 4 hours for a 4 min parade. Nakakaasar. Nangitim nga ako eh. Hindi worth it ang paghihintay. Nakakainis pa ang weather. Ulan-araw-ulan. Gaaah. Tas bumalik kami ng Masci ng 4pm. And the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy. Sinipag ako magkwento ngayon. Hahaha. Till here. Bukas na lang uli. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778240343640227017-1247052718769613066?l=captivatedheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/1247052718769613066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-3-is-fun-but-tiring-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/1247052718769613066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/1247052718769613066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-3-is-fun-but-tiring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778240343640227017.post-2087501198079462892</id><published>2009-08-03T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T01:50:31.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help?</title><content type='html'>It's almost 2:00 in the morning and here I am, cramming again for our Filipino assignment. Oh, I shouldn't be cramming right now if I'm not stupid. &gt;.&lt; I did my portfolio in advance because I thought that it should be submitted this week. But I was wrong. The summary of each lesson in our Kayummangi are the ones that need more attention right now because it has to be submitted tomorrow, or should I say, later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not in the mood to go to school tomorrow. If not for our adviser's late birthday celebration tomorrow, maybe I would be hesitant to go to school. I'm kinda excited on what's going to happen tomorrow. As you can see, we didn't had any birthday celebration for our adviser last year. I don't know why but maybe because our class was not really united last school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So I need to go now. My Filipino homework is already crying for my attention. Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778240343640227017-2087501198079462892?l=captivatedheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/2087501198079462892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/08/help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/2087501198079462892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/2087501198079462892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/08/help.html' title='Help?'/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778240343640227017.post-4810960057390933487</id><published>2009-08-01T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T21:50:45.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Give Up.</title><content type='html'>Umuulan ngayon. Nakakatamad yung weather. Nakakatamad kumilos. Ang sarap matulog buong araw. Muntik na nga ako tamarin pumunta sa National Library eh. Pero dahil naawa ako sa TW ko, pumunta na rin ako. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagkita-kita muna sa Mcdo ng 9am. Err. Yung iba, di alam ibig sabihin ng punctuality. Kaya may batch na nauna na pumunta sa Library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginawa namin ang usual na ginagawa sa library. Research dito, research dun. Gaaaah. Nakakapagod kaya umakyat-baba doon. Tsk. Thank God, wala na yung weird na psycho guy. I was able to concentrate better. May nagkwento sa akin na pinahuli na raw siya dahil may sinundan siyang babae dun sa loob ng library hanggang sa General books section at si girl naman, nagpanic. So this girl reported him to the authorities. Haha. Kaya sa susunod, evertime pupunta siya sa library, may magbabantay na raw sa kaniya. So much for being a weird psycho. Good for him. He deserves to be caught. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay kanina pala. Ang ganda pala ng magazine na Women's journal. Dami mong makukuha. Nakakaentertain siya. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If love can elevate us to heights of joy that is almost mystical, it can, cataclysmically, also plunge us into jagged canyons of despair that is every mortal's taste of hell... If love can edify, therefore, it can also hurt. And damnably well, too.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ayan yung isa sa mga napulot kong info dun sa Women's journal. Marami pang iba eh, lalo na pag about love. Too bad, yung nireresearch kong topic, di ko nahanap dun. Sabi ng OPAC, nandoon daw. :| Pero masyado akong nagenjoy sa binabasa ko kanina kaya iba ang binabasa ko instead na hanapin ung topic ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaaah. Noong pauwi na kami, Oh my. Nawawala yung claim tag ko. So I was scared like crap. Imagine, kailangan mo magbayad ng P100 para lang makuha ulit gamit mo. Waah. E di pa ako kumakain ng lunch noon pero ang dami ko ng kinain kaya konti na lang money ko. Tas ang pera ko na lang at that time was about P130. So I searched for that claim tag. Akyat-baba nanaman ako sa national library from 6th floor to ground floor. Err. Susuko na sana ako pero napagisipan kong pumunta for the last time sa Reference division. Patingin-tingin ako dun sa desk ng mga librarians. Nahalata naman yata ng mga librarians na may hinahanap ako. So they asked me what's the problem, sino ba raw hinahanap ko. I told them my dilemma. Then they asked me for the number of my claim tag. Sabi ko, "76 po". Sabi nila, "sayang, 75 ang nandito eh.." I felt hopeless at that time at ready na akong magbayad ng 100 para makauwi na ako when they told me the good news. Yay! Thank God for these librarians. Without these honest librarians, I would've have gone home starving and without money in my hands. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. I ate a lot somewhere. Haha. Sa mcdo pa lang noong umaga, marami na eh. Don't ask me kung magkano nagastos ko sa food alone dahil makikita mo kung gaano ako katakaw. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, Cory Aquino, the former president of the Philippines, passed away this morning. May her soul rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778240343640227017-4810960057390933487?l=captivatedheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/4810960057390933487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/08/never-give-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/4810960057390933487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/4810960057390933487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/08/never-give-up.html' title='Never Give Up.'/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778240343640227017.post-4474187229223987670</id><published>2009-07-30T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T21:19:58.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh maybe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SnGRl_FgDSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0VpI6i9KoRU/s1600-h/quote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 85px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SnGRl_FgDSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0VpI6i9KoRU/s320/quote.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364228712950664482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="new_fb"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Maybe you have your eye on someone, maybe they have your eye on you. Take the plunge and it'll be worth it all.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the test "What love quote suits you?" on facebook and that's the result. Haha. I'm not really active on facebook but I opened my account a while ago because I'm bored. Well, that quote suits me in some ways. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is your typical "boring and busy but fun" day. We had our experiment #10 in Physics about those dominoes. Geez. We had a hard time fixing them up because they kept on falling at the wrong time but our class had fun. We discussed something in our English class. We sang a birthday song to our beloved adviser even though her birthday is still 2 days away. We also did some exercises on her Advanced Algebra class. Our group performed some experiment on Chemistry class. We had no classes from 9:40 onwards. So my classmates and I were given the chance to cram for our MAPEH artworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany, Amaka and I went to mcdo to eat lunch. Then Amaka and I went to WHO library to research for our topic in TW but to our dismay, we found out that we need some kind of permit from the school to be able to enter the place. So we decided to proceed to National Historical Institute because Amaka said that the place is airconditioned. We kinda got lost along the way, because we were not really familiar with the location of the said building. With the directions of a kind guard, we finally found the place. We pretended that we need to research about Japanese occupation so that we could enter the said place. We were successful in eluding those guards. Little did they know that our sole intention in going there is to cool ourselves down and not to read about World war II. Haha. Amaka and I finally felt relieved because we were able to cool ourselves down in the airconditioned library while reading something about Philippine history. We went to the National library by 4pm. Good thing we didn't saw that weird, psycho guy. Then we went back to school and I decided to go home at 5:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I learned something today that made me smile. I don't know why but it made me reminisce of what we were several years ago. We suddenly lost communication because of some matters. We saw each other last December but he ignored me. So I, who was too shy to take the first step at that time, pretended not to know him also. But now, it feels good to know that he still remembers me and he's interested to reconnect with me. Hahaha. The good thing is, somebody is there to make reconnecting with him possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So my boring post ends here. Good night. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778240343640227017-4474187229223987670?l=captivatedheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/4474187229223987670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/07/maybe-you-have-your-eye-on-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/4474187229223987670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/4474187229223987670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/07/maybe-you-have-your-eye-on-someone.html' title='Oh maybe.'/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SnGRl_FgDSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0VpI6i9KoRU/s72-c/quote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778240343640227017.post-2282560877266744809</id><published>2009-07-27T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T19:42:50.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like crabs.</title><content type='html'>Tsk. Bakit ang daming ganun ngayon? Ang bilis nila dumami. Mga taong lihim na nagdadasal na bumagsak ka. Kapag masaya ka, gagawin nila ang lahat para mawala o maagaw sayo ang kasiyahan mo. Gaaah. Mga naiinggit. Mga di marunong makuntento kung ano ang meron sa kanila. O di kaya yung iba, nakuha na nga nila ang gusto nila pero masyado silang sakim. Sadyang gusto nilang lagi nilang nalalamangan ang iba. Masyadong mataas ang tingin sa sarili. Sinasayang nila ang oras nila sa mga maling pangarap sa halip na kumilos na lang sila para makuha nila ang inaasam nila. Sa halip na magfocus sila kung paano maabot mga pangarap nila, sinasayang nila sayo attention nila. Crab mentality o. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pero mabilis naman daw ang karma. Wala nga lang kasiguraduhan kung kailan mangyayari ito. Madalas, nangyayari ito sa mga hindi inaasahang panahon. Sa mga sandaling nagsasaya ka na dahil nakalamang ka na sa iyong kapwa ngunit magugulat ka na lang pagkatapos na tumutulo na ang iyong mga luha dahil nasira ang iyong mga plano. Sa mga oras na nagdiriwang ka na sa tagumpay ng iyong kasakiman ngunit pagkagising mo kinabukasan naglaho na ang iyong mga ninakaw. Sa mga oras na akala mo panalo ka na sa laban ngunit makikita mong di pa pala sumuko ang kalaban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ayaw ko gumanti. Baka doble pa ang sampal sa akin ng karma na ito. Pinapasa ko na lang sa Diyos ang lahat. Bahala na siya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Basta ako, masaya ako ngayon. Hindi ko hahayaan ang kahit sino na masira ito. Mabuti na lang at andiyan ang Diyos, pamilya, mga kaibigan at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siya &lt;/span&gt;para di ako mawalan ng pagasa sa laban ng buhay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778240343640227017-2282560877266744809?l=captivatedheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/2282560877266744809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-like-crabs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/2282560877266744809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/2282560877266744809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-like-crabs.html' title='Just like crabs.'/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778240343640227017.post-8693417618663309376</id><published>2009-07-26T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:04:13.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma. &gt;:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;RANDOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A while ago when we were about to go to church, my father learned that the side mirror of our car was stolen... again. He was angry because this is the 4th time that the side mirror of our car got stolen. We also noticed that our neighbor's car has no side mirror so we assumed that their side mirror got stolen as well. So he had a hard time driving from Manila to Pasig because our car has no side mirror. He was extra careful and he used the mirror inside the car as an alternative. He has to buy another pair again which costs around P1200. Aw, poor dad. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This incident gave me an idea on what to write in our Filipino artifact. Hahaha. The topic of this particular artifact is "Matakot ka sa karma." Okaay. So I hope that these people would learn their lesson. Someday, they will get what they deserve and then they will realize what they had done. &gt;:) Maybe they'll sell our car's side mirror so that they will have some money to buy food for their family. Or who knows, they'll use the money to buy more cigarettes or liquor. But as the saying goes, "the end does not justify the means." The way they got their money is not right. I pity their customers. They have no idea that the car accessories that they'll pay for a high price is not new anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Good luck to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778240343640227017-8693417618663309376?l=captivatedheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/8693417618663309376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/07/karma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/8693417618663309376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/8693417618663309376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/07/karma.html' title='Karma. &gt;:)'/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778240343640227017.post-8277406085814333830</id><published>2009-07-25T20:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:44:23.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God you're there. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Alam mo ba yung pakiramdam na sobrang pagod ka kahit wala ka namang ginawa? Yung tipong tumunganga, kumain, nakipagusap ka lang naman buong araw. Konting lakad doon at basa rito lang naman ang ginawa mo pero iba pa rin eh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Napagusapan ng buong Burbank na magkita sa mcdo kanina ng 10am. Pero kagabi, nabago yung usapan. 9am na lang daw. Ang gulo. So kanina, dumating ako ng 9am. Naasar ako umagang-umaga pa lang kasi mali ang nasakyan kong jeep. Stupid. 3rd akong dumating sa mcdo. Haha. Naghintay kami doon hanggang 10:30 am dahil kay Ivy. Galing pa kasi sa makati.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pagpunta sa National Library, sheesh. Ang inet. Naisip ko, kung di na sana ako bumaba sa jeep na mali kong nasakayan at pumunta sa mcdo, mas malapit sana lalakarin ko papuntang national library. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Naasar lang ako kanina. Naging masama ang mood ko. Paano ba naman kasi, wala akong masyadong nakuhang article about Beriberi. Feeling ko sayang P50 at oras ko.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ay kanina pala, medyo natawa ako. Haha. may nakishare sa table namin na isang stranger. taga TUP daw siya. Medjo weird sya at feeling close. hahaha. Dami niyang sinabi na kung ano2. Hinulaan pa nga nya ang nakaraang lovelife ng iba kong kaklase. Nagulat sila dahil totoo raw. At eto pa:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sino yun? Medyo chubby siya pero cute. *while looking at ____*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kung pipili kayo ng liligawan, dapat medyo chubby. Ngayon, low demand pa siya. Pero balang araw, kapag pumayat yan at sumeksy, tataas ang demand diyan. At matutuwa na lang kayo dahil nasa iyo na pala ang pinagaagawan nila. ..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hindi exactly ganyan ang sinabi niya. Pero ayan yung idea. HAHAHA. wala lang. natuwa lang ako.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pumunta kami sa mcdo, then sa Sm manila, tapos sa may BTMT studio(Beneath the mango tree). Natuwa naman ako kahit papaano kasi maraming Burbank ang pumunta sa library. 4 lang ang di sumama. Bonding moment din yun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till here. Ciao~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(P.S: HAHAHA! Ang saya ko ngayong gabi. Huwag na itanong kung bakit. Yii. :"&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I miss the love that was almost there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778240343640227017-8277406085814333830?l=captivatedheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/8277406085814333830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-god-youre-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/8277406085814333830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/8277406085814333830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-god-youre-there.html' title='Thank God you&apos;re there. :)'/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778240343640227017.post-7900067134102102787</id><published>2009-07-23T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T18:36:24.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion attacks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When one door closes, another opens&lt;br /&gt;but we often look so long and&lt;br /&gt;regretfully&lt;br /&gt;upon the closed door that we do not see&lt;br /&gt;the one which has&lt;br /&gt;opened for us." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;So true, right? Sometimes, we get so attached with the past that we don't want to move on. We are so focused on the past that we fail to see what lies ahead. We don't want to open our hearts to these changes. Pride holds us back. Or maybe, we'll open them, but not now. We're waiting for the right time. But how will you know if the right time has come?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ewan. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Siguro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dahil&lt;/span&gt; din &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;takot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;natin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ulit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;masaktan&lt;/span&gt;. Takot tayong masaktan for the same reason. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nakakatrauma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kasi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dba&lt;/span&gt;? We have this mindset that history repeats itself. Takot ulit tayo magtiwala. Takot na baka masira lang ulit ito. Hindi pa tayo handa ulit sa panibagong challenge lalo na kung sariwa pa ang sugat. Or di kaya, di natin inaasahan na mangyayari ito. Expectations hurt. Especially when these people dear to you failed to meet your expectations. Di mo inaasahang mangyayari ang isang bagay kaya pag ngyari na iyon, iiwan ka na lang nitong nalilito. Nagtataka ka kung bakit iyon nangyari. Pero sabi nga nila, we should learn from our mistakes. Be responsible. Or maybe, pwede ring we should learn from the bitterness of the past. Sometimes, feeling natin huli na ng malaman natin ang dapat natin malaman. Ang daming pagsisisi na nangyayari. Tinatanong or sinasabi natin sa sarili natin, "What could have been...", "If only..." "How I wish...". You know, those lines that speak of regret. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pero change doesn't happen overnight. It will take time. Hindi kailangang madaliin ang sarili. Tsaka kaya nga nandyan ang Diyos, pamilya at kaibigan diba? Para tulungan ka.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ang gulo ba? Parang ewan. English tapos biglang tagalog. Di ko alam kung ano gusto ko iparating sa post na ito. Wala na ring konek yung quote sa taas dun sa explanation ko. Wala rin sa isip ko ang dahilan kung bakit ako nagdradrama. Magulo isip ko eh. Pabago-bago rin mood ko. Sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sana hindi pa huli ang lahat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778240343640227017-7900067134102102787?l=captivatedheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/7900067134102102787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/07/confusion-attacks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/7900067134102102787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/7900067134102102787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/07/confusion-attacks.html' title='Confusion attacks.'/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778240343640227017.post-1284273525635495622</id><published>2009-07-21T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:07:14.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your typical day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Nothing much extraordinary happened today. Mr. Arcilla probably went out on a date with his beloved girlfriend. We discussed Holden Caulfield's life in Mrs. Lucena's class. We had our earthquake drill during our third subject. We exchanged ghost stories while eating during chemistry time. Ms. Cauzon was absent. We ate our lunch then went upstairs for comsci. Ivy discussed something about writing letters in our filipino class. We answered some exercises during our trigonometry class. We had no teacher on the last 2 subjects.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ugh. I'm not in the mood to write today. This is a nonsense post, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still need to study for our quiz in social studies tomorrow. I'm currently writing a letter to some unknown judge, inviting him/her to come to an unknown contest for our filipino homework. Tsk. How I wish we're asked to write a &lt;em&gt;love letter&lt;/em&gt; instead. That will be an easier task to do and at the same time, it would be more exciting. :)) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We sometimes think we want to disapper, but all we really want is to be found."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778240343640227017-1284273525635495622?l=captivatedheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/1284273525635495622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/07/your-typical-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/1284273525635495622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/1284273525635495622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/07/your-typical-day.html' title='Your typical day.'/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778240343640227017.post-7600359793840456221</id><published>2009-07-20T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:58:29.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it really necessary?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So a while ago, Danni, Regine and I were bored with Mrs. De Paula's class. We were trying hard to pay attention to her discussion but we ended up jotting something on our notebooks not related to her class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Kailangan mo pa ba ipaalam sa taong mahal mo ang nararamdaman mo kung alam mong wala rin namang mangyayari pagkatapos mo ipaalam sa kaniya ang saloobin mo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dee: Bakit mo pa ipapaalam, kung sasabihin mo man o hindi, masasaktan ka lang? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gine: Sana tae na lang siya! Para may dahilan akong iwasan siya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lornz: No way, kung wala rin naman siyang paki, why should you tell him? Its better to be a secret than become an issue then ipapamukha niya sayong, "Ikaw kasi eh!", at magmamataas siya, Amph!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jem: Ipapaalam ko, just so he knows =) haha.. malay mo, mas masarap sabihin sa sarili mo na "at least, tinry ko", kesa naman magtaka ka habambuhay kung anong feeling kung sinabi mo. Tsaka kung talagang love mo yun, its worth taking all the risk. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ivy: Uhm, kasi ako, di ko sinabi, nalaman niya bigla, walang nangyari, wala siyang pakialam. Siguro.. it depends. Depende yun dun sa tao, kung sasabihin mo, pwedeng matuwa siya, pero kung hindi, at least you tried. :((&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;^ See that? Haha. Ayan ginawa ko nung chem kanina. Mini survey. Si Danni at Regine, may sariling tanong din sila about sa pagibig na pinasagutan din sa iba. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The rest of the day will be considered as a part of history. Good luck. May test pala sa chem bukas. :))&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778240343640227017-7600359793840456221?l=captivatedheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/7600359793840456221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-it-really-necessary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/7600359793840456221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/7600359793840456221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-it-really-necessary.html' title='Is it really necessary?'/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8778240343640227017.post-2022348586399113879</id><published>2009-07-18T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:58:38.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yessssss~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;UNDER CONSTRUCTION~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yada. Yadaaaa~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First blog post. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But since laziness attacks again, I'll be updating soon. I need to concentrate on the exams that we'll be having on Monday. But since I'm a good crammer, maybe I'll study later. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kthanks. Bye. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8778240343640227017-2022348586399113879?l=captivatedheroine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/feeds/2022348586399113879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-yessssss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/2022348586399113879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8778240343640227017/posts/default/2022348586399113879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captivatedheroine.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-yessssss.html' title='Oh yessssss~'/><author><name>Jess :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542185015849275095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XsApSvrTHB8/SpLJt9CsNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sMyAN0n6Gng/S220/hehe2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
