<?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-7661744</id><updated>2011-08-10T05:54:30.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>retrospect+</title><subtitle type='html'>reminiscing memories that are left behind</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-114372335938258506</id><published>2006-03-30T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:13.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>behind that door</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i was about to close the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when suddenly, i heard someone knocking on it once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time striked slowly as i reached for that mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never knowing what awaits me behind this fantasy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.. still a mystery. ugh.. is it fantasy?&lt;/em&gt;&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/7661744-114372335938258506?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/114372335938258506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=114372335938258506' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/114372335938258506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/114372335938258506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2006/03/behind-that-door.html' title='behind that door'/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-114302119080770053</id><published>2006-03-22T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:13.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>give me a break</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;The question is not on what we look at, but instead, it is of what we see, as said by Thoreau. Everything is to be measured not simply on how it is said to be the outcome, but also through the vessels and the probable means. No matter how successful that is that you've achieved, once you don't have the heart and the passion in pursuing it, it simply doesn't make any worth. I believe that everyone encounters failures. Who among you haven't experienced one? I, myself, am proud to say that I"ve been through those head-shaking failures. You might be wondering why of all the things I should be proud of; it is my failures in which I chose to point out. I believe that without those instances I've encountered, I wouldn't learn and feel the reality itself. It is one big factor that taught me, instructed me, and guided me. These so-called "punches of life" served as an eye-opener for me to see as well as feel the need for urgency and passion in one's endeavor. It is not what we look at, but what we see; I reiterate. No matter how many scratches that shoes of you contains, it doesn't matter. What will continually prevail and outstand it all is the value of that certain shoes---the circumstances it faced, how long it has reached its travel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"How far had your shoes traveled?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7661744-114302119080770053?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/114302119080770053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=114302119080770053' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/114302119080770053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/114302119080770053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2006/03/give-me-break.html' title='give me a break'/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-114163535401367426</id><published>2006-03-06T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:13.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Floor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;The doorknob smiles at me alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;But will I open the door again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;I've seen this happening before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;I've seen myself fall face first on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;Crash and burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;On the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;So I turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;Crash and burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;So used to lying on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;And now I'm sinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;Unable to give anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;And now I'm sinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;Forever envelopes my days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;Gasping for air as I look for an escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;I'm drowning in a letter made to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;I took one look away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;And so I turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;Crash and burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;On the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;So I turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;Crash and burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;So used to lying on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;And now I'm sinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;Unable to give anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;And now I'm sinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;The strong's too weak to hurt the weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;Must be strong enough to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;And I can't function properly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;Im lying here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;Lying here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;Can you hear me talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;Can you see me there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;I'm not getting anything from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;Can you hear my whispers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;Can you see me there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;Coz i'd be lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'd be lost without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SpongeCola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i sooo love this song. i could feel every strum of the guitar, every beat of the drums, and every word that was uttered.. oh, not really.. the last two phrases won't apply. i'm not desperate, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**the past is a history we ought to repeat**&lt;br /&gt;what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&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/7661744-114163535401367426?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/114163535401367426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=114163535401367426' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/114163535401367426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/114163535401367426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2006/03/on-floor.html' title='On the Floor'/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-114078503299829389</id><published>2006-02-24T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:12.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>air.. at last</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;a feeling of emptiness, happiness, and stress have dealt with me this month. ironic, isn't it? i was bombarded with tons of stuffs to accomplish.. projects, midterm exams, rehearsals everyday from 6-9pm and the play itself, etc.. etc.. *whew* i could finally breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;february 10, saturday&lt;/span&gt;: i must say that this was my "first gimmick" with some of my cousins (ate faye, ate joy, and ate belle). we first went to eastwood, then to tapika bar katips. we really had fun together. after a loooong loong time since we've reunited. soundtrip, foodtrip.. nachos, acoustic ambience, bondings, screw driver, kamikaze slush.. as usual, we're all puyat. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;february 11, sunday&lt;/span&gt;: ate joy, ate belle, and i went to cavite from ate faye's house. we first dropped by ate ellen's house, and there we saw his uber-uber cute son, newell. *squeeeesh* ate rizza, ate gina were also there. we also went to ate ethel's house and saw her 1-month old daughter and her other son. i've also seen ate cora after decades with her one-month old daughter as well. i've also seen my two nephews erwin and edison.. (they're older that me.. haha!). we had some foodtrips, as usual. fun fun fun again. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;february 14, tuesday:&lt;/span&gt; looove day. i had a date with one of my most special someone.. my bestfriend jon, of course. after our class, we headed to greenbelt to scout for a nice place to have dinner. after walking for about an hour, without any exaggeration, we decided to eat at fuzion.. hmmm.. pasta chicken alfredo, potato platter with garlic cream sauce, south-peach diet and mango blush smoothie.. yumm! plus the comfy bed we're sitting and lying at. no doubt our looove day turned out to be great! thanks, sis.. luvyah! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;february 15-17, wednesday-friday:&lt;/span&gt; midterms!!! technical dress rehearsal for the play!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;february 18, saturday:&lt;/span&gt; it's sunshine petal's debut! it was held at st charbel exec village's clubhouse. the theme is boracaaayy hotness ever even if it's night time. haha! i've been one of her eighteen bubbles.. it's sooo nice to see my former classmates and batchmates again. we had a pool-smashing fun after her "18-stuffs". i was congratulated for wearing a "string-B" by my former classmates. haha! the gutts, man! i was actually forced.. in fairness, i look good while wearing those. hahaha! *feelers* ;)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;february 19, sunday:&lt;/span&gt; i was ready to go to church.. but unfortunately, something unexpected happened. *sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;february 20-21, monday-tuesday:&lt;/span&gt; rehearsal rehearsal rehearsal.. REHEARSAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;february 22, wednesday:&lt;/span&gt; tah-ran! "Kapihan sa Loob ng Isang Dula"! thanks for those who watched our play. thanks thanks! our first performance wasn't that good.. it was just our 2nd time to go to WSL theater, so medyo nangangapa sa technical and all. but thank God, our second performance, that night was better than what we've expected. waaahh!!! *tears of joy!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;february 23, thursday:&lt;/span&gt; joseriz class.. we talked about the concept of "deconstruction". i salute you, sir! nice views.. *thumbs up* after joseriz class, it's still 5hrs to go before my next and last class, aesthet. i went to the comLab for my course enlistment.. i also did our project/presentation for aesthetics class. after making this 35-slides, i just found out that the U-drive wasn't working! the heck! i couldn't save it in my documents for it would be deleted at the end of the week by actc. besides, it couldn't fit in aika's usb.. waaahhh!!!! after almost 5 hours of working for that PPT.. pathetic!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;i missed going to church.. praise and worship.. messages.. everything. i'm sooo excited for sunday! no way i would be missing church! *swear*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, thank you for your daily provisions.. guidance and strength.. the ones around me. thank you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7661744-114078503299829389?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/114078503299829389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=114078503299829389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/114078503299829389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/114078503299829389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2006/02/air-at-last.html' title='air.. at last'/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-113959418389618691</id><published>2006-02-10T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:12.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>crampled thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;so much realizations have been foreseen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i couldn't bear to run for the win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;it seems that i've been away from this so-called "reality" for quite a while..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i just don't know how, i just don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;confusion's dazzling over my mind for quite some time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even to the point of hardly giving this poem a rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;tears won't be enough to surpass it all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a steady foot for me not to stumble and fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;if i could just breakdown and feel the numbness in me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;would this mean that for even just a while, i would be free?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ooohhh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;punches of life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm a mountaineer losing my grip from a hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are tears really inevitable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does it have to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is pain really intolerable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could it possibly be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;my mind's really messed up.. this instantly came on my mind.. this is what i'm feeling these days.. i'm just trying to release my thoughts. forgive me, pls..&lt;/span&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/7661744-113959418389618691?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/113959418389618691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=113959418389618691' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/113959418389618691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/113959418389618691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2006/02/crampled-thoughts.html' title='crampled thoughts'/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-113921629662956778</id><published>2006-02-06T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:12.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wala lang..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;woohoo! i'm spending the rest of my time here at the i-nook while waiting for our DF rehearsal to begin.. my.. tell you, it's 6-9pm. *whew* anyways, i stayed at the dorm the whole week. my scehdule was really getting hectic these days.. strenuous rehearsals for the upcoming play this feb 22, nstp preparations, projects, extemporaneous speeches (oh my), exams, and the list goes on and on.. plus, midterm exams next week. oh, college life! just before i went here at the i-nook, we (martha, muhmee, bbyluv) helped me in trimming my bangs like it was before. i looked like an anime once again. haha! martha did the same stuff but with different style.. we're tweenees. =P instead of going to the salon, we were the ones who "crazily" trimmed our bangs. thanks, bbyluv, my hair artist! the future owner of the "Refrea Haircutters". *evil laugh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7661744-113921629662956778?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/113921629662956778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=113921629662956778' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/113921629662956778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/113921629662956778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2006/02/wala-lang.html' title='wala lang..?'/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-113862160439535512</id><published>2006-01-30T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:12.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>january.. rah-rah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*whew* after a looong break.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;rachey's back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;uh-huh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;january's merely at its end, once again.. time is running fast, yes we all know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;let me just relish on what have happened this month..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;january 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;happy new year! =P (oh mehn.. this is just my first entry for the year, before i forget)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;january 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://jewinsky.blogspot.com"&gt;jeline&lt;/a&gt;, shoti, fredjohn, and i went to divi.. shopping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;january 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i moved to the dorm.. i really had a hard time moving. i cried a lot.. a LOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;january 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;happy birthday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://xanga.com/camskee"&gt;camille&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  ! start of the third term. i've met new professors and classmates in reconse, oralcom, bmat-x, and poligov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;january 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;first meeting in joseriz, aesthet, and PE-arnis.. we're somehow disgusted with our joseriz prof. she's a total *%!+(#* no comment, tell you. we're just 8 in the class.. the rest of the subjects are fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;january 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;happy birthday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://xanga.com/jeni_borja06"&gt;jeni borjie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;! first NSTP-2 meeting.. we've spent only 30 minutes.. we're in a new block. waaahh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;january 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;happy birthday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sadnessovercame.blogspot.com/"&gt;josh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; .. and ate joy, my cousin! =P &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;after a week, our joseriz class was dissolved! we rushed to the registrar's office to find a new class, or else, we have to take the subject next term. NO WAY! but still, we're happy that we are already moved to a nother class.. so far, we're placed in a nice and normal class. *whew*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;for all you know, i'm really not into drawing. sooo not. my drawings are similar to the work of a third grader. *grins* now, i have to deal with a subject called aesthetics. it is purely art appreciation, whether in drawing, singing, dancing, acting, etc.. and the thing is.. i was placed in a drawing class, by a professor who's also an architect. mehn! but so far.. so good. it has a good effect on me. i'm starting to appreciate drawing. funny, isn't it? i was able to use my hands to plot my imaginations.. i interpreted the song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kumanta.com/lyrics-14171.htm"&gt;"stone's throw"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; through drawing.. our group was also asked to draw a stone-image of an unusual hand. i became more confident in drawing when my prof tried to commend my work. *blush* haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;oral communications is really a confidence-booster class. speeches, whether impromptu or read. (the basic necessity of my course) i have to develop my confidence in speaking, still. my theater experiences was really a great help in dealing with this subject. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i am really enjoying my arnis class.. although i really had sored muscles in the first meeting. i'm taking it seriously. haha! my professor's an assistant coach in the philippine team, so i guess we're having effective trainings. sir arnis (i forgot his name) is asking me if i want to have an advanced training every sat at the ultra. career? haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i have received a text message stating that i was accepted as a member of the  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dls-csb.edu.ph/"&gt;DLS-CSB's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Dulaang Filipino. omg! i went to the said meeting at around 7pm in OCA. this is a different experience for and me. we would be dealing not in acting, but in the productions. i was asked to be the assistant stage manager, while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fuzzywuzzynuzzy.blogspot.com/"&gt;my tweenee (martha)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;being the assistant production manager. the crossroads would be held at the William Shaw Theater at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dlsu.edu.ph/"&gt;DLSU &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;, some time this february. pls watch. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;january 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;happy birthday, lauren! i wasn't able to attend your party.. sorry, gurl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;january 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;happy birthday, shoti and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://oniginohq.blogspot.com/"&gt;gino&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; !=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;january 27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i went to the  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://admu.edu.ph/"&gt;ateneo&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;fair/concert with my  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jopwitee.blogspot.com/"&gt;my bestie jo&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and my dear brother. we arrived at cello's past 6pm to meet with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jopwitee.blogspot.com/"&gt;my sis&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; and Lj. thanks to my bestie's kabarkada-micko for offering a ride inside ateneo.. we watched the concert, but before entering the covered courts. woah! we were shocked by the uber-dooper strict security. they thoroughly inspected our bags and stuffs.. as if we're bombers and killers. mehn.. we've seen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://allthewhile.blogspot.com/"&gt;ryan's&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://sadnessovercame.blogspot.com"&gt;josh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;famous band, Daimos Killed Betty Boop. thumbs up with their performance! we're really impressed. congrats, ryan and the group! =P after their performance, we walked along their campus and stayed at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sadnessovercame.blogspot.com/"&gt;josh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;'s booth, while waiting for the bands: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mojofly.com/"&gt;mojofly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://itchyworms.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://itchyworms.com/"&gt;itchyworms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;, narda, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hale.com/"&gt;hale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://judogeorge.blogspot.com/"&gt;bigBro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://hansusblog.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;stayed with us for just a while.. he went home right away. as well as ryan and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hansusblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;hans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; . we watched mojofly and a bit of itchyworms' performance.. josh is just so kind enough to drive us home.. safely. thanks, joshie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;january 28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://jopwitee.blogspot.com"&gt;my bestie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;'s waiting for me at DLSU's computer nook. after which, we went straight to her house to decide on what to do. we fixed ourselves and left the house again.. jo's dad dropped us at the LRT2 station.. thanks, tito mar! it was around 7pm when we arrived at katips. imagine this.. we walked from LRT2 station all the way to ateneo high school. take note, we walked outside admu's gate. *whew whew whew* when we got there, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jopwitee.blogspot.com"&gt;jo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; and i were still deciding whether to go to the&lt;/span&gt; fair once again.. as requested by josh. we're supposed to attend the album launch of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com.ph/search?hl=en&amp;q=up+dharma+down&amp;amp;btnG=Google+Search&amp;meta="&gt;Up Dharma Down &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;that night, but unfortunately, we weren't able to. to start the day, i attended my nstp class at around 2pm already, while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://xanga.com%7Ejeni_borja06"&gt;jeni&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; fetched us at the entrance with her "friend" juneil. we stayed at the field for a while, watching the film "hide and seek" with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://judogeorge.blogspot.com/"&gt;bigBro george&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://solitarydetails.blogspot.com/"&gt;ate rovy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://xanga.com%7ejeni_borja06/"&gt;jeni&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;, and her friend. my sis and i bought something to eat.. we shared over a beefsteak in a box plus zagu.. yum! we also saw gino, jandee.. and to our surprise, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://theyoungandtheeuggles.blogspot.com/"&gt;eug&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; . we've seen josh for just a while.. taking his shift in their booth. we took pictures in 4c.. we're like the first group to do such poses. haha! pic galore, indeed! micko was there again.. after a while, he dropped us at mcdo (sis, chino-&gt;eug's lil bro, and me). thankies again! =P we waited for bigBro's parents to fetch us.. thanks to bigBro and his parents for dropping us at jeni's place. (i won't plot the details anymore.. so complicated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;aryt.. after not posting for over a month, this is the consequence. tsktsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can view the pics at  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://chepwitee.multipy.com/"&gt;my multipy site&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://jopwitee.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jopwitee.multiply.com/"&gt;jon'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; ! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-raCh-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7661744-113862160439535512?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/113862160439535512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=113862160439535512' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/113862160439535512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/113862160439535512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2006/01/january-rah-rah.html' title='january.. rah-rah!'/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-113534496304474888</id><published>2005-12-23T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:12.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 2.. bittersweet (second sem)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;as i've received my course cards yesterday, i was so hopeful to be included in the dean's list.. until a bullet, faster that a speed of sound, shattered this hopeful mind into pieces.. natsc13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i should be in school by 8am to get two of my cards, but instead, i came at around 9:40am.. i was so lazy to get up. i asked muhmee to get those while i'm not still in there. anyway, as i got to csb, i searched for my barkada.. muhmee's not ansering my texts, so i just called her up.. no answer again. i called babyluv; she's in mcdo with tweenee/granny, gemini, sam, jay, and martin; while muhm's in school.. according to her. i got a message from muhm telling me that she's at the registrar's office, and so i went there. i can't find her.. sheesh. so many people in line. i went near plaza villarosa and waited for her text. i saw jeff.. complaining about this transfer paper stuff for dlsu. congrats, jeff! we're gonna miss you. there.. i saw muhmee. she handed me the first three course cards:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;PETWODA: this is where i've loved dancing even more. with those: waltz, jazz, swing, chacha, etc.. full blast of effort by my group especially to aiks, our leader. thanks to my partners yuta and lorenz for bearing with me, then to my kada: em, gem, roanne, martha, muhmee, and to their partners: tasci, darelle, tristan, mike, paul, david s, and nicky. our practical tests wouldn't be fun without you, guys. ms arceo.. thanks, miss! although i rarely come to class on time.. haha. i got a grade of 4.0 --&gt; perfect.. woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ALGEB-X: it comes with a lab class by sir christian, and lecture by miss annie. basically, it deals with college math.. algebra. sort of highschool review. our first math class in first year, for in we haven't taken any math class during the first term. i have pretty nice scores in both lab and lecture. i was just shocked upon receiving a grade of 2.0.. i was expecting a higher grade. i'm really not satisfied. disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ORDEV-B: organization and development? our so-called homeroom. dr. george lu gave me a P=passed. *bow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;.. after i've seen the first three results. we went straight to dynarel's room to get our cards. i'm still questioning about my grade in algeb. errr. the prof came..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;DYNAREL: dynamics of religion. we tackled about different religions and the the catholic church. this is the subject wherein i'm really obliged to wake up at around 4:30am to come on time. i've already gotten the maximum allowable absences of 5 which is equivalent to 10 tardiness since the start of the term. i've missed some activities and all. this affected my midterm grade of 2.5.. well, that was my expected grade this finals. happily, as i've received my course card.. i got an unexpected grade of 3.0! woohoo! my grade was pulled up beacause of my final exam which was pretty high. thanks, miss cacho.. heehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;we headed straight to the fifth floor to get our nstp card. we saw some of our blockmates in the room waiting for block M1K to be called. at this tme, my right shoulder started to ache. i could hardly move my right arm as an effect. i've just recalled that i bumped my right shoulder at kfc katips this tuesday while going upstairs. hans and josh laughed hard at me, i remember.. mean guys! this is somewhat an "aftershock?" i dunno what term to use. nyahar.. anyway, i saw jac enter the room.. i'm glad to see her once again.. my close friend back in highschool. we're like shouting as we hugged and "besso-ed" each other. i soooo miss you, jac! she told me a very good news about her, transferring to dlsu. congrats, girl! after our conversation, my name was now called by sir..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;NSTPCW1: community service, yeah right. our first nstp as a frosh. our group, composed of: me, aiks, muhmee angelica, em, gem, martha, roanne, jeff, and paul went to some initial visit in a child-center in manila. we were all cramming for the final project, which is a documentation of our first visit in the place beacause the one that aiks did was stolen by someone in our org's cube.. it was inserted in her clearbook.. complete.. done. but it was taken by someone, with some of aika's gifts. sheesh. clepto. so we just rushed the project the day itself. without any further stuffs to tell, sir obedicen gave me a P=passed. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;after receiving four of our course cards, my barkada decided to go to HP for lunch..(except for aika.. she's not in school beacause of her dad's party, and em.. went home to iligan). martha's going to the bank to deposit, as well. we ate at tokyo tokyo. i ate using my left hand.. haha. my right arm/shoulder isn't in good condition. after, we went inside the mall.. as usual, the lipgloss/stick/balm freaks: martha, roanne, and gem tried a creamy, red, hot lipstick in loreal. nyahaha! they convinced muhmee and me to try it on. muhmee agreed.. but not me. haha. i love the color red, but not like super red lipstick. i go for the natural type.. peach-brown-like. again, as usual, we had kada trips.. we played with HP's escalator. the people were all looking at us. haha! so what? then we decided to go back to csb.. we still have to wait for a few more minutes for the next cards to be released. when we got to school.. a giant step away from HP, we saw our filip prof.. we went to the room.. she gave our cards..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;FILIP13: retorika.. malikhaing sining and stuff. honestly, this is one subject i'm not that interested. maybe because of the prof? haha! everyone agrees with me. we did a lot of writings, reportings, and debates. still, miss munar gave me a grade from 2.5 to 3.0 --&gt; 92. thanks, miss. bye. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;we headed towards the room assigned for comski.. we saw miss jo.. gave us our cards..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;COMSK2X: communications skills 2. a writing class.. again. basically, my course is loaded with writing, communicating, socializing (haha.. everything's the same.. communication), managerial stuffs--&gt; in the next terms such as: accounting, business taxations, etc.. anyways, back to comski.. it's a lab and lecture class. miss "kikay" jo for the lecture and sir "i forgot!" for the lab.. we were asked to make and defend a research paper.. i chose nuclear power and the society as my topic. dereck, thanks a bunch for the info! i used it in my defense. dude, i owe you a lot. anyways, i got a grade of 3.0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i was quite hopeful to become a DL. i have a 4, three 3.0, a 2.. err. still, i have the chance! i'm somehow confident of getting a 3 in manalog, for in the midterms, i got a grade of 3.5. but still, i'm worried about natsci.. in the midterms, i only got a grade of 2.0.. i have to compensate. we were in the same room waiting for natsci.. dundundun.. after an hour, sir ode` came.. i'm soooo sooo nervous. he asked us to fall in line. negative reactions, smirks, and quirks, were painted in my blockmates' faces.. they were all complaining and angry. i felt more nervous. what about me? am i going to make it? then came my turn.. miss edillo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;NATSC13: ecology. i have loved this subject back in hs. basically, it talks about the environment, the habitat, blahblah. sorry to say, but we learned nothing from our prof.. maybe we've just applied what we've learned from our previous prof, sir berdera, and not from our 2nd term prof, sir ode`. he's nice, but we totally disagree with his style of teaching. how would students learn if he speaks softly and faces the board more often? we could hardly understand what he's talking about. that's everyone's complain. majority of the class got a grade of 1.5.. and so as mine. i was really disappointed. i cried.. right. we were all wondering about our low grades. how about our PBL? it's 25% of our final grade.. we got a 95 in both midterms and finals, then, where is it? if he talks about our final exam.. the PBL must outweigh the finals score.. it's the highest percentage. mehn.. 1.5? *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;obviously, many of us weren't qualified in the DL anymore. natsc13.. damn! sorry. i have to let out of my emotions.. anyway, we went to the last subject, which is manalog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;MANALOG: a branch of philosophy.. management logistics. i love this subject. i love the prof.. very unusual, terror, weird, funny, and very smart. everything's logic. everything's so weird. but tell you, it's HARD.. yet FUN. strictly no erasures of any form in any activity. individual board works. 2 minutes only per test (with matching timer). grade is either zero or one hundred, no more no less. syllogisms, truth tables, fallacies, 1barabara-celarent-darii-ferio- 2cesare-camestres-festino-baroco- 3darapti-disamis-datisi-felapton-bocardo-ferison- 4bramantip-camenes-fesapo-dimaris-fresison. a mind sharpener indeed. the subject that's feared by everyone (classes by ms santiago and sir espinosa, maybe). sir julius espinosa gave me a score of 3.0 for the finals. quite sad for me.. for in the midterms, i got a grade of 3.5.. which i found out as i checked my record in sir's record book (Haha) that is equivalent to 99! oh mehn! record! haha.. but for my final grade.. an average of my midterm and final.. i got a 3.0.. waaahh!! sayang! my grades lowered down because of this "first and last" quiz, which is a very unusual reaction paper of patch adams. answer it the juliusian (that's what we call sir) way.. philosophical way. ek ek way. haha. but still.. i'm still satisfied.. still still. haha. still. 3.5 to 3.0--&gt; dugo't-pawis yan, dude! hi ruzky, congrats! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;indeed, the second term has ended. goodbye, M1K. thanks for the fun memories you've brought. we're the most unusual block, i must say. (i won't elaborate on the "unusual" thing) we're a family. thanks for bringing fun in my first two terms in college. as we go on separate ways starting next term, may the warmth of our friendship and family-hood never flicker. see you all around the campus. don't forget the block get-together. i love you all. *_*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;for may barkada.. and our family tree. granny/tweenee ko-martha, muhmee-angelica, babyluv-roanne, ate aika, ate gemini-gem, ate eminemskinems-em, bri (although you've transferred. we miss you), and my daughter-baby acie. i won't say goodbye. this is just the start of our journey. yes, we may be in different classes and scheds, but i'm sure our bond would still stick together.. in our hearts. that's the test. kaya dun sa iba jan na gustong mag-transfer.. mga rebel kayo.. traitors. haha! i'll break your branch in our tree. j/k! of course, we support you, guys. love you all. *_* *group hug*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-racheyrach-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7661744-113534496304474888?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/113534496304474888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=113534496304474888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/113534496304474888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/113534496304474888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2005/12/chapter-2-bittersweet-second-sem.html' title='chapter 2.. bittersweet (second sem)'/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-113514711594506432</id><published>2005-12-20T21:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:12.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bum bum bum..</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre   style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;sis, pagaya sa tests.. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table  align="center" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="400" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Pretty Logical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/logic.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You got 63% of the questions right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a bit of a wizard when it comes to logic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you don't have perfect logic, you logic is pretty darn good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep at it - you've got a lot of natural talent in this area!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howlogicalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Logical Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;      &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Power Color Is Teal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/teal.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Highest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel accomplished and optimistic about the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Lowest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel in a slump and lack creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be many people's ideal partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How You're Attractive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make people feel confident and accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Eternal Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What Impression Am I Giving?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Power Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Career Type: Enterprising&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/enterprising.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are engertic, ambitious, and sociable.&lt;br /&gt;Your talents lie in politics, leading people, and selling things or ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auctioneer - Bank President - Camp Director&lt;br /&gt;City Manager - Judge - Lawyer&lt;br /&gt;Recreation Leader - Real Estate Agent - Sales Person&lt;br /&gt;School Principal  - Travel Agent - TV Newscaster   &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;The worst career options for your are investigative careers, like mathematician or architect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/"&gt;What's Your Ideal Career?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table  align="center" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="400" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 255);" align="center" width="400"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your EQ is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);font-size:6;" &gt;  133  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/eqquiz/"&gt;What's Your EQ (Emotional Intelligence Quotient)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain's Pattern&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/5.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is a creative hotbed of artistic talent.&lt;br /&gt;You're always making pictures in your mind, especially when you're bored.&lt;br /&gt;You are easily inspired to think colorful, interesting thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;And although it may be hard to express these thoughts, it won't always be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Pattern Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blogging Type is Unique and Avant Garde&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/unique.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a bit ... unusual. And so is your blog.&lt;br /&gt;You're impulsive, and you'll often post the first thing that pops in your head.&lt;br /&gt;Completely uncensored, you blog tends to shock... even though that's not your intent.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to change your blog often, experimenting with new designs and content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Blogging Personality?&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/7661744-113514711594506432?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/113514711594506432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=113514711594506432' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/113514711594506432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/113514711594506432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2005/12/bum-bum-bum_20.html' title='bum bum bum..'/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-113513554144673653</id><published>2005-12-20T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:12.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/7/1587/640/collage3.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/7/1587/400/collage3.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;collage.. obviously. *grins*&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7661744-113513554144673653?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/113513554144673653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=113513554144673653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/113513554144673653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/113513554144673653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2005/12/collage.html' title=''/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-113402630036239246</id><published>2005-12-08T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:12.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kada trips</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;this post is about this 2-day fun with my barkada.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;tuesday, U-break.. 3 hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;our barkada headed for ayala to buy out skirts for PE the next day. we rode 2 cabs.. muhmee, eminemskinems, gemini, and moi for the first cab.. granny, aikaboo, and babyluv for the second cab. haha! we first headed to sm makati to buy the skirts.. em and i got the blue ones, and the rest are all black. we decided to eat at kfc glorietta after.. when we finished eating, we went straight to timezone at g2. after, when we were strolling the hallways of gloretta, i got curious on what's going on downstairs.. i saw some globe booths, so we all decided to go down. to our surprise, it's a globe promo. we all headed inside the spaceship-like booths.. thanks God we're all globe users. for our entrance we got a hanky by globe (gentext users) and a free back massage coupon (globe girlfriends). wow! but there's more.. some guys wearing astronaut costumes, asked us if we want to take some pictures inside for free.. of course, we all agreed.. so we made pictures! 7 poses for the group.. we made a family portrait, mental look, maarte look, and more. after, we got into 2 a small rooms.. the first is like a bar.. and the other is like in space.. wooo! nice lights and all! we video-ed ourselves through martha's phone.. as if partying. when we went to the next, another asto guy asked us if we want to take some model-like pictures. oh mehn! we all agreed.. we took some model-like shot one-by-one. of course, the photographer asked me to make a sort of taray look. haha! anyway.. they asked us to claim the pics after an hour.. so wewent strolling once again. when we're at the activity center, we some cool booths selling phone handies and other stuffs. i bought them each for my christmas gift to them.. except for aika coz i already bought her one last week. we headed to timezone near the cinemas.. we played the drums (roanne's an expert, drummer kase).. dreamcatcher, and many more. when we went down to claim the pics.. i stopped at a booth and found something to give my friend. bagay sa kanya eh.. anyways, after that.. we went to claim the pics.. then back to csb. *bow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;it was indeed memorable. i woke up as early as i could to fix myself for the day. i quickly ate my breakfast, took a bath while singing, and worn our barkada's newly-bought skirt (planned for PE's performance). it is our last PE class for the 2nd term, and our finals as well. my group's so excited to perform for everyone to see the fruit of our efforts.. imagine, practicing until past 7pm in school for how many days, and going to aika's place in pasig last saturday for some plannings. *whew* as i got to school, i was like chilling while walking at the hallway. mehn, it was so cold. anyways, when i got to the dance room, i heard the voice of my PE instructor joking me.. saying, "aba miss edillo, himala yata maaga ka today! naka-skirt pa kayong barkada!"in front of my other blockmates and some X10 guys. yikes! shame on me.. yeah, i'm the latecomer.. especially in PE class. so there.. when i got in, i saw my other kabarkadas with our partners. so glad that i'm early. haha! after we fixed ourselves, we rehearsed for one round.. and.. tah-rahn! it's performance time. actually, we mixed modern dance with swing to make it more unique. we first danced with the tune of "everybody dance now" as if we're in a pep sqad.. we made stunts and some pep moves.. eminemskinems was lifted and made stunts in the air. haha! could you imagine? the next one is with the tune of "too sexy." omg! i couldn't imagine myself dancing with that kind of genre (anyway, it's a combination of modern and swing). as we danced along, everyone in the room was shouting for the whole group. by the way, here's the pairings: me and lorenz (thanks, dude! todo sa moves!), "granny" martha and mike (kilig! sorry, shaa), aika and nicky, "babyluv" roanne and tristan, em and tasci (loveteam! haha!), gem and darelle, and "muhmee" angelica and yuta. the next is with the tune of "ever after", then "get right." for our ending, we danced with the tune of "satisfaction" as if we're in a party house as we did our exit by pairs. haha! after we finished our danced, we're so happy that we got a flat 4.0 grade=100 for the finals! wow! all the thanks and thanks and thanks to aika.. our everdearest instructor.. luvyah, aiks! and of course, to the group. wow.. what a nice start for the day. =) it's just too bad that this is our last PE together as a block.. M1K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;forward forward..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;after our natsc13 class (last subject), our barkada (7) went to the newly-opened ktv beside csb.. it's a nice place. it's somewhat similar to IO, according to martha. anyway, we got a credit stub which gurantees us of free 6 tokens and the room itself. all we got to pay is P9/person. when we got there.. i tripped twice on the floor. so embarrassing! errrgh! muhmee angelica got home right away.. so sad. we sang and sang and sang. after a while, we got into a senti mood. we've just realized that there's only 2 weeks to go, and we're de-blocked. we won't be having the same scheds.. except for me and muhmee angelica, and my other blockmate david. of course, what do you expect, i'm the first to let out of my emotions and cried hard. aika suggested for us to sing "farewell." as we sang along, everyone cried.. except for martha and roanne. next, we sang "remember me this way", "the journey", and "that's what friends are for." we started to lighten up our mood after martha started to hit jokes and all.. for our final 3 songs.. we sang at the top of our voices. the crew of the place were outside our door checkin what's wrong inside. haah! first, we sang "nothing's gonna stop us." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and we could bulid this dream together, standing still forever, nothing's gonna stop us now.&lt;/span&gt; then goes, "i will survive!" we stood up at the couches like partying.. when one crew suddenly knocked and told us that we might injure ourselves for the couches are not that matibay for us to jump. haha! then for our finale, we sang "september." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do you remember the twenty-first night of september?.. badeya-say that you remember, badeya-dancing in september.. badeya!!&lt;/span&gt; *everything's captured by martha's phone through video* after which, our throats were like scratched. so aweful! but anyways, we really had fun! we have to make the most out of our remaining days together. *whew* take note.. our outfits are in uniform: em and me are both wearing a black top and blue skirt+blue flops, martha and aiks wearing a yellow top and black skirt+gold flops, gem and angelica wearing a white top, black skirt, roanne's wearing a red top and a black skirt. la lang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7661744-113402630036239246?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/113402630036239246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=113402630036239246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/113402630036239246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/113402630036239246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2005/12/kada-trips.html' title='kada trips'/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-113298037828897244</id><published>2005-11-26T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:12.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>meditate</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is a road full of twists and turns. With every turn a person encounters upon riding the vast range of this so-called life, new challenges are being dealt with. It is never easy sojourning the road ahead, for either bitter or sweet sensation waits before hand. The road is unwinding. Lifeless, as it may seem at first glance, but once it was scratched by trials and tests, streams of brandish lights would strike by its powerful sight. But what is really the main point of this journey? The goal, perhaps, is one good answer. Why do people have to keep on walking on this road ahead of everyone? The goal could be grabbed once patience and determination was placed in it. Life is complicated.. and so am I.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7661744-113298037828897244?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/113298037828897244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=113298037828897244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/113298037828897244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/113298037828897244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2005/11/meditate.html' title='meditate'/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-113255668738801048</id><published>2005-11-21T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:12.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>two days of.. fun fun FUN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i woke up as early as i could last friday.. i'd be having a sleepover at acie's house after watching the concert-party of the Export Management Society. i'm soooo excited.. of course, i can't wait to see yael once again!!! three bands are invited to perform including: orange and lemons, akafellas, and spongecola.. anyways, when i got to school, i went straight to the LRC to meet my blockmates. when i got in there, i found out that acie's not feeling well.. omg! ulcer's attacking her once again. with that, i've decided not to go to the concert anymore. sad to say, but it's fine with me. =) *forward forward forward* dismissal came.. i have no idea what would happen.. i would go home or not.. blahblah and stuff. then acie suddenly approached me saying, "mummy rachey, we're going to see yael later.. we'll watch the concert!" with that, a big big smile appeared in my face. omg again! =D by the way, acie's part of our family tree in M1K.. she's my daughter, and i'm her mummy.. her dad or my so-called "hubby" is confidential.. someone might slap me. hahaha! so there.. it's just 5pm then.. so first things first.. we bought tickets outside the theater.. 180 bucks just to see yael. oh well.. then we went outside and we met ate normi on the way. we talked for a while about the condo my blockmates and i are planning. so so.. we both we went to tulyase for dinner. can't decide what to eat. so we've tried ordering sisig. errr.. mind you, i'm not eating pork, beef, or chicken.. fish only. hahaha! after which, we went straight to school for the event. we waited for quite a while.. somewhat getting bored bacause of the hosts. first performance, CSB pep squad. i wonder why.. haha! but the performance's nice. anyways.. orange and lemons started playing.. 3 songs were in line.. harhar. i love the band for its retroish style. kewl. after the performance, the hosts started a dating game.. *forward forward forward* then came the akafellas.. wow mehn! they're sooo great. they sang a couple of songs. we're all senti-ed. haha! then after a while.. came the most awaited part of the crowd.. SPONGECOLA!!! i did everything just to get in the center-front stage. wow! when the curtains opened.. i was yelling and all.. there everyone saw the band. everyone's shouting for yael.. yey! i love his new look.. new hair.. new style. i was sooo kilig.. together with the others. hahaah! i was like staring at him all the time. i'm so contented.. he's right in front of me. haaaiiii.. then it was past 10pm when the party ended. oh my! the LRT's closed.. so we rode an fx going to edsa highway.. when we got off.. we drop by mcdo to eat.. after that, we rode a taxi.. then we're home. it's almost 3am when we decided to sleep. we talked about a lot of stuffs.. everything's a secret.. *winkwink* then zzzzzzz.. it was almost 10am when we woke up.. we were the ones to cook our breakfast. wow! so independent. acie cooked fried rice, then corned beef.. and hotdog finally.. funny me, i overcooked the hotdogs! nyahaha! *sheeesh* eat eat eat.. i fixed myself.. then i decided to go home. when i got home.. i opened the pc for about 2 hours.. slept for an hour.. went to the mall to buy gifts for my 2 honeys (happy birthday!) then went to gchs to meet with my former classmates. yeah, this is another gimmick time.. it was about 6:30pm when i got to gchs.. i saw my other friends.. we waited to huse to fetch us.. when he came, we were amazed on how he looked.. it was really fabulous! he was the one who designed his own clothes.. great great! we went straight to the venue.. metrowalk, here we come. when we got there.. huse decided to walk to flaunt his newly designed outfit.. it was there when we realized that we were in the wrong place.. the driver's dropped us at the home depot.. and the he's gone! he went staright to malate to fetch huse's cousin, i think.. so we have no choice but to walk walk and walk! after a decade, we got to the right venue.. we saw lian aka "anton, my huhknee!" happy birthday! then we went to elbowroom.. oh, by the way, alex whatever was right behind me when we entered the room.. the pba player.. he's sooo tall. anyways, we went to the reserved room.. there we saw a billiard table, 2 tv screens and stuffs. everyone's feeling at home.. then charles grabbed the mic to sing with all his might. everyone's laughing and enjoying.. then dereck and lauren came.. then dianne and jen.. then alessandro and jorelle.. then sunshine, his brother richard and her friend.. picture picture.. talk talk.. laugh laugh.. sing sing.. it was about 10:30 when jeff's dad arrived to fetch us. this is the exciting part.. *grins* when his dad opened thei'r van's door, a familiar face appeared.. it was dark so i wasn't able to recognize who he is.. the jeff's dad said.. "jeff, introduce your friend to ******".. and so we said hellos. then i sat beside that guy.. after a while, i recognized who this guy is! oh mehn.. he's my crush!!! i sometimes see this guy in LRT-MRT from taft.. look-alike of macky escalona.. he has good posture.. nice style.. clean looking.. cute. omg! i was like smiling by myself.. i couldn't believe i'm sitting right beside him!! then i told jeff about the whole thing.. by the way, i'm with jeff's and ******'s family that time at tiesendero's(?). so there.. we were at that place almost an hour waiting for their parents.. when we were about to leave, we took pictures.. then homebound. we got home at aroung 1am.. which means that i have lack of sleep for two days. *forward forward forward* when i saw my bestie joanne at sbc.. i told her about what've happened to me.. and guess what.. he's also familiar with that guy.. actually, her friend from ****** and also, her crush as well.. psycho sisters! we have a same taste! *whew* sorry about this post.. i'm rushing. hahah! can't wait to share these experiences.. *labo* you see.. i really need rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7661744-113255668738801048?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/113255668738801048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=113255668738801048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/113255668738801048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/113255668738801048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2005/11/two-days-of-fun-fun-fun.html' title='two days of.. fun fun FUN!!!'/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-113255062706992563</id><published>2005-11-20T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:12.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/7/1587/640/lauren%2C%20dianne%2C%20me.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/7/1587/400/lauren%2C%20dianne%2C%20me.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lauren, dianne, and me.. again&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7661744-113255062706992563?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/113255062706992563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=113255062706992563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/113255062706992563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/113255062706992563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2005/11/lauren-dianne-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-113255056143035975</id><published>2005-11-20T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:11.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/7/1587/640/lian%2C%20dianne%2C%20me.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/7/1587/400/lian%2C%20dianne%2C%20me.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lian the celebrant, dianne, and me.. ***happy birthday, huhknee! =P&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7661744-113255056143035975?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/113255056143035975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=113255056143035975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/113255056143035975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/113255056143035975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2005/11/lian-celebrant-dianne-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-113255045940130204</id><published>2005-11-20T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:11.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/7/1587/640/elbowroom.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/7/1587/400/elbowroom.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shot taken at elbowroom, metrowalk.. me, lauren, dianne, and jennilyn&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7661744-113255045940130204?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/113255045940130204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=113255045940130204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/113255045940130204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/113255045940130204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2005/11/shot-taken-at-elbowroom-metrowalk.html' title=''/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-113090522148685763</id><published>2005-11-01T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:11.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/7/1587/640/malditahs.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/7/1587/400/malditahs.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling models.. haha! my barkada in M1K.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7661744-113090522148685763?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/113090522148685763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=113090522148685763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/113090522148685763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/113090522148685763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2005/11/feeling-models.html' title=''/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-113083306224522815</id><published>2005-11-01T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:11.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>moonee-moonee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;muling dumadampi sa akin ang lamig ng simoy ng hangin.. ika-unang araw ng nobyembre ngayon.. ano'ng ibig sabihin nito? heto na naman ako.. nagmumuni-muni sa harap ng pc. walang magawa buong araw kundi manahimik.. makinig ng musika.. magbasa.. haiii.. ano ba 'to? dumampi sa aking isip ang kahulugan nga araw na ito.. oo nga naman, araw ng mga (oo, alam nyo na.. ayoko nang banggitin pa). naisip ko lang.. bakit ang daming mga nasasabi at lumalabas na balita na may mga nagpapakita at nagpaparamdam na mga spirito? ayon sa mga expert dito, kaya raw ito nangyayare ay dahil sa merong di pa tapos na misyon o may nais ipahatid ang mga ito. marahil di pa handa ang iba sa kanila magpaalam sa mundo o hindi pa nila nasabe ang kanilang mga gustong sabihin.. lalo na sa mga mahal nila sa buhay. pero ako man ay di pa nagkaroon ng karanasan na makakita o makaramdam. salamat nalang, pero ayokong mangyareng maka-encounter kahit isa lang. oo.. may pagka-duwag ako. pero di ko parin masabe kung ako ay maniniwala o hindi sa mga ito. laganap na sa tv ang mga storyang ganyan.. ewan ko ba.. hay nako. wala lang.. biglang sumagi sa isip ko na gawin ito.. bakit kaya? habang ako ay nabubuhay pa, nais ko sanang magbigay ng pasasalamat o humingi ng kapatawaran sa mga taong aking naka-encounter (hindi ko alam kung anong salita ang tamang gamitin *tawa*) habang di pa huli ang lahat. hindi naten alam ang pwedeng mangyare.. (take note: hindi ako suicidal ha? =P ) hindi rin naten masabe ang oras naten.. kagaya nalang kanina.. namatay yung tatay nung churchmate ko sa di inaasahang pangyayare.. na-koryente daw. basta yun yung kwento eh. so ayan.. uumpisahan ko na. di ko na ilalagay yung mga pangalan.. alam nyo na kung sino kayo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;1. may pagka-layo ang agwat ng ating edad pero hindi ito naging hadlang sa ating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;pagkakaibigan. di ko inaasahan na magiging malapit tayo sa isa't-isa.. mukhang mahirap ka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;lapitan o makausap.. nagsilbi kang insiprasyon ko noon. lagi mo akong pina-ngingiti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;sa tuwing kasama kita. ang dami nating memories na di ko malilimutan.. nakakakilig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;ang dating noon sakin.. pero ngiti nalang ngayon. oo, nagkagusto ako sayo noon.. higit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;2 taon pa yata yung tumagal. tinago ko ang lahat.. ewan ko lang kung halata mo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;salamat sa mga compiments mo. sayo ko una narinig ang mga yun. feel ko special na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;special tuloy ako. may message ka pa nga sa inbox ko na di ko pa binubura.. june 2002 pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;yun eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;2. bestfriend kita nung bata pa tayo sa school.. naging malapit tayo dahil na rin sa magkatrabaho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;yung parehong nanay natin. 3 pa tayo noon.. pero nung tumagal ay nawala na yun isa dahil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;lumipat na ng school. ang dami nating katatawanan, kantahan, at awayan. tanda mo pa? grabe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;tayo mag-usap sa telepono.. umuusok at minsan ay ginagawa pa nating piano. salamat sa mga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;alaala.. sa pagtitiwala saakin. miss na kita sobra.. alam kong malayo ang mararating mo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;maganda ka na.. matalino pa. saya diba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;3. malapit kitang kaibigan nung first year hs. katatawanan at iyak ang pinagdaanan natin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;saan ka na ngayon? wala na tayong contact sa isa't-isa kundi ang friendster.. talaga naman o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;salamat sa lahat. sa muling pagkikita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;4. trio tayo nung elementary. dami rin nating napagdaanan. sa lungkot at saya anjan lang kayo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;1st yr tayo nung magkahiwa-hiwalay tayong 3. sa sched ang dahilan.. marahil. ngunit kahit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;papano ay di parin natin makalimutang mag-hi sa isa't-isa pag nagkakasalubong. patawad sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;mga pagkakamali ko noon.. ang ugali ko minsan. sana magka-sama-sama ulit tayo. miss ko na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;kayo. salamat sa masayang pagkakaibigan ha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;5. hindi maganda ang una nating pag-uusap. ibang-iba ka noon. ngunit nung tumagal ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;panahon ay unti-unti kang nagbago. naging malapit tayong dalawa. masaya ka pala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;ka-kwentuhan. halos umusok na ang mga tenga natin sa pag-uusap sa telepono. di man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;lang natin namamalayan ang takbo ng oras sa tuwing magkausap tayo. dumating ang mga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;araw na nagkikita na tayo ng madalas. normal lang yun sa mga magkakaibigan. ngunit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;isang gabi ay nalaman ko na di lang pala iyon ang nararamdaman mo. oo, gulat ako. ang dami &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;mong nagawa saaking kabutihan. ang dami mong ginawa na nakakataba ng puso. aminin ko,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;kinilig ako sa mga iyon. natural lang yun na maramdaman ng isang babae. salamat nga pala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;hanggang ngayon ay pinapahalagahan ko iyon. binigyan ko ng panahon ang sarili kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;makapag-isip kung ano na nga ba ang mangyayari.. nasa akin ang desisyon. matapos ang ilang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;buwan ay nasabi ko rin sa iyo na hanggang pagkakaibigan lamang ang nais ko. masakit sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;parte nating dalawa ngunit kailangang tanggapin ang katotohanan. ngunit dumating rin ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;panahon na di ko na rin kayang ibalik ang nakaraan naming tratohan.. matalik na magkaibigan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;nga. di ko maiwasan ang mailang.. patawad. hanggang pagkakaibigan lamang ang kaya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;kong ibigay sa ngayon.. di na ang dati. totoo lang ako sa sarili ko. gusto lamang kitang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;makitang naka-moveon na. masaya na ko doon. kaibigan mo parin ako, tandaan mo yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;ha. sana ganun parin ako sayo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;6. 7 tayo sa grupo.. masasayahing mga babae sa M1K. salamat sa pagkakaibigan. pamilya ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;nga talaga kayong bago. totoo yung family tree natin.. totoong totoo. patawad pala sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;pagiging moody ko. binabago ko na. mahal ko kayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;7. barkada ko sa SBC.. salamat sa pagkakaibigan. sana mas lalo pang tumibay ang bond nating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;lahat. ano, retreat? mahal ko rin kayo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;8. itinuturing kong napakalapit na kaibigan. dahil sayo ay mas nakilala ko ang sarili ko. totoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;yan. napaka-laki ng bahago mo sa libro ng buhay ko.. ilang chapters ka doon. pano ba naman..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;sa araw-araw natin nung hs ay ikaw yung lagi kong kasama. ang dami nating napagdaanan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;salamat sa pagtitiwala sa kakayanan ko. salamat sa maraming advices na tumulong saakin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;ang dami kong na-realize tungkol sa sarili ko.. ang dami kong pasasalamat sayo.. ganon na rin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;ang pagapatawad. alam mo na ang ibig kong sabihin.. buti naman ay nakaraos na tayo doon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;ang laki na ng pagbabago natin noh? pero sana sa pagbabagong iyon ay mas mapag-tibay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;pa natin ang ating pagkakaibigan. blessing ka talaga.. hindi lang saakin kundi sa iba pa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;oo.. wag ka nang magpa-humble pa. *tawa* ipagpatuloy mo yan. naalala ko tuloy nung hs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;tayo.. partner kita sa mga bagay. lalo na sa kantahan noon. tanda mo pa? oo.. tumawa ka na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;pero ngayon, ramp model ka na pala ha. galingan mo. nasayo na lahat ng talento. makuntento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;ka naman sana. *tawa ulit* salamat sa mga tinuro mong lessons na natutunan mo sa john&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;robert powers. sobrang applicable. ang galing. *tawa tawa tawa ulit* ayun lang.. napaka-importanteng kaibigan mo rin saakin.. alam mo yan. say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;"whiskey!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;9. kambal ko 'to. matalik kong kaibigan. alam mo na kung bakit pang-number 9 ka dito? ayun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;grade 5 pa nung simulang nag-umpisa ang pagiging magkaibigan natin. noon ay mga bata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;pa lamang kaming tumatakbo sa mga sulok ng SBC.. bihira pang makunan ng litrato. ngunit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;ibang-iba na nga ngayon.. halos i-magnet ang camera sa sobrang addict dito. *tawa* turingan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;namen sa isa't isa'y magkapatid na rin. walang hiya-hiyaan pag dating sa mga bagay. kahit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;pasukin namen ang kaguluhan ng kwarto ng isa't-isa'y ayos lang. isang beses pa lang kameng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;nag-away.. di pa nga sigurado kung away ba talaga iyon. napaka-babaw.. napaka-simple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;tinawanan nalang namen. salamat sa pagtitiwala.. sa suporta. kahit di tayo gano nagkikita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;nitong mga araw, alam parin nating nasa puso natin ang isa't-isa. tandaan mo lang na lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;akong nandito para sayo. mahal kita, sis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;10. naging malapit kong kaibigan nung hs. parang baby dahil na rin sa siya'y pinakabata sa klase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;nag-away na kame minsan.. patawarin mo ako doon ha. hindi ko sinasadya. mahal na mahal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;ko 'to. tandaan mo lang na lagi akong suporta sa mga desisyon mo. malaki ang tiwala ko sayo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;alam kong malayo ang mararating mo.. napakatalinong tao mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;11. baby ko sa klase ngayong college. anak ko daw sha. parte na ng pamilya ng barkada. salamat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;sa lahat-lahat.pasensya na kung minsan ay wala ako sa mood. binabago ko na talaga. ang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;daming mga pagsusubok ang dumating na saamin. haaiii.. ang sarap ng pakiramdam nung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;sabay nating nalagpasan noh? basta salamat sa lahat. fishy-fishy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;12. masasabi kong isang tapat na kaibigan. malambing at maalagang tao.. salamat sa mga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;payo mo saakin lalo na "noon." alam mo na yun.. pasensya na kung minsan ay nasusungitan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;kita. salamat sa pagturing saakin bilang isang tunay na kaibigan.. ang sarap pakinggan non.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;tama na ang dota ha.. *apir*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;13. sayo ko naramdaman ang pagkakaroon ng kuya. salamat sa lahat-lahat. mahal kita bilang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;nakatatandang kapatid ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;14. matalik kayong magkaibigan. kitang kita ko kung paano lumago ang inyong pagsasamahan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;maraming salamat sa kabutihan ninyo saakin. tinuturing ko na rin kayong malapit sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;matalik na kaibigan.. kuha nyo naman ang ibig kong sabihin, diba? mahal ko kayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;15. di ko kayo malilimutan.. hinding-hindi. kayo ang pamilyang babalik at babalikan namen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;kung maaari lang ibalik ang nakaraan sa ating pagsasamahan.. laking tuwa ko na. salamat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;sa mga alaalang naiwan ninyo sa akin. salamat sa pagiging pamilya. sana'y magkita-kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;muli tayo. mahal ko kayong lahat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7661744-113083306224522815?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/113083306224522815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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red crib</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i woke up in this bed of thorns,&lt;br /&gt;eyes filled with sorrow as i watch myself mourn.&lt;br /&gt;confusion and worry filling up my mind,&lt;br /&gt;fear in life's step, all i need is to climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grasping for air to wind back my memory,&lt;br /&gt;finding my way home to the self i used to be.&lt;br /&gt;unveiling my senses as i sink in questions,&lt;br /&gt;building up myself with lifeless illusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;binding courage for me to stand,&lt;br /&gt;marks of red substance surprised me at very hand.&lt;br /&gt;gently kneeling down to wipe all the pain,&lt;br /&gt;erasing each trace of hardship never to remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kissing the tears as i close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;i taste bitterness, there i came to realize.&lt;br /&gt;voice of serenity i wanted to hear,&lt;br /&gt;shadows of comfort longing to appear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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/&gt;You're laid back and chill, but sometimes you care too much about what others think.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to have one best friend you hang with, as opposed to many aquaintences.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to dream big, but you worry that your dreams aren't attainable.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/"&gt;How Do You Live Your Life?&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/7661744-112824314714589447?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/112824314714589447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=112824314714589447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E1E1E1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/pink.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are dreamy, peaceful, and young at heart.&lt;br /&gt;Optimistic and caring, you tend to see the best in people.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be always smiling - and making others smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are shy and intelligent... and a very hard worker.&lt;br /&gt;You're also funny, but many people don't see your funny side.&lt;br /&gt;Your subtle dry humor leaves your close friends in stitches.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/"&gt;The World's Shortest Personality Test&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/7661744-112824192785460079?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/112824192785460079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=112824192785460079' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/112824192785460079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/112824192785460079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2005/10/your-personality-profile-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-112824144603010852</id><published>2005-10-02T16:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:11.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F88B8B" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 40% Boyish and 60% Girlish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A7CEFF"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.&lt;br /&gt;You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.&lt;br /&gt;You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&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/7661744-112824144603010852?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/112824144603010852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=112824144603010852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/112824144603010852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/112824144603010852'/><link 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bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a fairly broadminded romantic and reasonably content. &lt;br /&gt;You value kindness and try to live by your ideals. &lt;br /&gt;You have strong need for security, which may be either emotional or material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You respect truth and are flexible. &lt;br /&gt;You like people, and they can readily make friends with you. &lt;br /&gt;You are not very adventurous, but this does not bother you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourworldviewquiz/"&gt;What Is Your World View?&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/7661744-112824098340117806?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/112824098340117806/comments/default' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-112818344205359104</id><published>2005-10-02T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:11.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>from nova to pasig to eastwood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i started my day with a big smile.. i went down to open the pc and connect to the internet. i started from past 8 til almost 1pm. after that, i ate my brunch and fixed myself. i'm going to meet with acie in HBC, along C-5. after we met, we went straight to her house and waited for the driver to arrive.. btw, we're going to our blockmate erica's birthday party in pasig. acie and i met at around 5pm.. she toured me to their whole building.. it was super nice in there. =P some of our blockmates were already in kang's place. while waiting for the driver to arrive, we fixed ourselves.. mix-and-match of acie's clothings, makeovers, etc.. it was 6pm when we found out that the driver's still in UN ave. shivers! from taft to nova.. it would take hours to travel. so we have no choice but to wait patiently.. it was already 7pm when the driver arrived.. we rode their fx and stopped over to their shop in order to change vehicle.. but in surprise, we still have to wait for her cousin to arrive. we went back to their buliding and waited.. waited. we somehow had changes in plan.. we're planning not to attend the party, but instead, have dinner in eastwood.. but then, the awaited cousin arrived. we went straight to pasig.. then we were actually clueless about the place so we called JM and asked for help. he was patiently dictating every landmark in that place so we could get in there easily. thanks, man. =P anyways, when we got there, we saw neri and jm towards us.. they're leaving already. so we did bye-bye's to each other. then we saw shaa, ken, mitch, martin, and aika.. and of course, kang, the celebrant. happy birthday, erica! =P while we were eating, i felt that my skirt's wet.. i just realized that acie's jug (juggy blue) had spilled. omg! but it's aryt.. it's not that obvious. anyways, aika left earlier.. then franz and david came. after a short while.. acie and i decided to go.. so there.. on our way, we felt the urge to go to eastwood.. and so we went there. octoberfest and stuff.. then we bought 2 grande rhumbas at starbucks.. then we left. homebound.. she dropped me at our house, she met papa (my dad).. then bye bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;another adventure for me and my newest bud in the block, acie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;this post is rushed.. obviously. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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eastwood'/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-112814177406678498</id><published>2005-10-01T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:11.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when everything goes senti.. someone cries</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i got this survey from friendster.. la lang.. it just makes sense.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;1.cno pinaka importanteng tao sa buhay mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;~ isa lng ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;2.ano ang pinaka masakit na nagawa mo para sa isang tao?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;~ nung iniwanan ko sha.. well, not totally. when i turned that person down. there are reasons..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;3.pano mo mssbi na mahal mo ang isang tao?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;~ mararamdaman ko lang yun.. there's a *spark* i can't help but think about that person.. unexplainable happiness strikes me when we're together. kaya kong i-accept yung imperfections nya and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;4.maggwa mo bang magmhal ng 2 tao?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;~ uhmm.. nagawa ko nga ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;5.would u fight for the one u love or let him/her go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;~ i'd take the courage to fight, pero if the situation calls for me to let go.. i would. mahirap ipagpilitan ang sarili..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;6.pno kng mdming ngsasabing d kau pwd?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;~ i would respect their opinions.. but the decision is mine. depende na..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;7.anong ggwin mo pag umiyak sa tbi mo ung taong mhal mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;~ i-cocomfort ko sha.. i'll listen to every word na i-shshare nya sakin. i'll hug that person.. feel ko maiiyak na rin ako. ako pa.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;8.ngbreak kau pro gs2 p dn nya frends kau. ok lng?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;~ it's possible.. pero don't rush.. let the wounds heal first. di ganun kadali mag-adjust or mag-move on. it takes time.. it takes time.. and it takes time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;9. ngawa mo na ba magmhal ng kaibigan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;~ love in both aspects.. i mean, i've loved that friend crossing the borderline of friendship.. uhm, yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;10.ano mas mhrap, sbhin s kaibigan mo n mhal mo xa o itago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;~ itago sa sarili yung feelings.. shempre, ang hirap itago yung emotions mo sa sarili.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;11.ano bang mga nagawa mo pra sa mhal mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;~ uh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;12.pno pg cnbihan kng MARTIR/TANGA anongssbhin mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;~ fine.. di mo na naman mapapansin yan once magmahal ka na ng tao eh.. i mean, you don't care na if magpakatanga ka na for that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;13.kya mo bang mghntay s taong may mhal ngiba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;~ maybe yes, maybe no.. depende. ewan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;14.ano ang pnkamali n gnwa mo pra sa mhal mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;~ hmmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;15.ano ang mga bagay na nakpgppiyak sau?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;~ sobrang iyakin akong tao.. (automatic ang luha)my friends knew it. i cry: everytime i see someone cry (friends,etc..) in front of me.. everytime i read and watch poignant books and movies.. everytime i tell stories about my life and experiences, especially on how God works in me.. everytime i hear sad stories from others.. everytime i encounter failures.. everytime i feel extreme happiness.. sometimes, it turns into tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;**i feel like blogging..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7661744-112814177406678498?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/112814177406678498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=112814177406678498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/112814177406678498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/112814177406678498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2005/10/when-everything-goes-senti-someone.html' title='when everything goes senti.. someone cries'/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-112796349381013807</id><published>2005-09-28T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:11.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm spending my spare time at the i-nook. it's exactly 11am. i've just taken my so-called "lunch." the next class would be comsk2x-lab.. err.. i don't like it that much.. essence of techical writing and all. but anyways, it's just once a week.. we would be having a practical test in management logistics later. 2 minutes per student.. board work. everyone's in a panic.. but i'm trying to keep myself calm. i love manalog.. and i'm enjoying it. *cheers* i hope this attitude would last 'til the end of the term. ooohh.. i guess it's time. 'til next post.. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7661744-112796349381013807?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/112796349381013807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=112796349381013807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/112796349381013807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/112796349381013807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2005/09/thursday.html' title='thursday'/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-112757147764185962</id><published>2005-09-24T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:10.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>retrospect</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;do you ever wonder why i chose "retrospect" as my theme? oh well.. base it on my posts, it's quite obvious. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7661744-112757147764185962?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/112757147764185962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=112757147764185962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/112757147764185962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/112757147764185962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2005/09/retrospect.html' title='retrospect'/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-113092379213867243</id><published>2005-09-24T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:11.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/7/1587/640/outside%20jack"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; 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"what?! how will i get in there?! omg!" and so i went to kfc and texted derick about it and asked him how to get to the venue.. duh.. commute by myself at around 7pm and i'm not familiar with the place! *oh mehm* then he called me back.. he told me that he's in fernwood, he'll go to eastwood at around 8:30 or 9pm. what?! it's still 7pm that time.. i'm not patient in waiting. so i decided to ride the taxi.. the very thing that i'm not allowed to do alone. while i was inside the taxi, i texted them.. i cried for a minute.. i can't believe i'm doing this. derick texted me and told me how he appreciated my efforts in coming.. *dude, you owe me one! argh! j/k!* well, i did this because i also want to see my former classmates.. i miss them soooo much. anyways, when i got to eastwood, i went straight to mcdo to meet with jen and dianne.. my conscience, haha! i was relieved.. i'm still alive. haah! exaggerating. anyways, my other former classmates came after some minutes.. alessandro, jorelle, ted, enrico and his sister erica, charles, carlson, and jac came. after, we went to jack's loft and reserved a place for our group.. charm, huse, and claudine came. while waiting for derick to arrive, jac, jen, dianne, and i (JJDI) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;roamed around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;and looked for a gift. we made up our minds upon giving him something funny but useful.. so went went to ABU and looked for a perfect gift.. a boxer shorts! it was jac's idea.. =) we opened the cabinet, and there, we looked for a perfect design.. tah-ran! we saw a "zoo" design.. very perfect for derick. haha! j/k, man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;it's almost 9pm when the celebrant came.. late! j/k! as he came, he also greeted me a happy birthday.. then handed me a gift. haha! he asked me to open it.. oh fine.. it was a gypsy style bracelet.. it looks very extraordinary and weird.. i am for those stuffs, you know. very beautiful according to him.. uh-huh fine. thanks! but yeah, it was.. well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;everyone's having fun.. we talked and talked and talked and ate and ate and laughed and laughed and laughed the whole night. everyone missed each other so much.. we shared our experiences in college. how we wish we were all in the same university.. =( but this is reality.. anyways.. after an hour, sunshine and christopher came. then.. it was 11pm when my dad texted me and told that he's now waiting in mcdo philcoa. omg! we were still waiting for lauren to arrive and we were still in the midst of good time. after some time, JJDI went to cheescakes etc and bought a cake for derick.. he's looking for a cake, according to jen.. we bought a round cake.. mooncake size.. chocolate.. and we placed a little blue candle to add a glow. *winkwink* btw, it's part of my gift.. =) while we were on our way back to j-loft, i heard someone calling me. it was kristin, my blockmate.. she told me that my other blockmates were also there (her barkada). so JJDI went to meet my other blockmates.. mara, neri, etc.. (accoring to neri, i was wearing a tarzan outfit that night. haah! it's an asymetrical top.. =P) anyway, we went back to the place and gave the cake. *akalain nyo bang nag-reklamo pa kase daw ang liit! hehe) but i guess he was somehow happy with it.. at least there's a cake, man.. jac and charm went home earlier.. then lauren came at around quarter to 12.. after a while, we decided to go home.. btw, i saw pat, my churchmate at the same place.. co-incidence.. so, when we went out, we took some pictures for memorabilia of that wonderful evening with my folks. after a while.. the time strikes 12am.. september 18, 2005. they started greeting me a happy birthday. aaaaawww.. i was indeed happy to be with them for the first minutes of my special day. =) as we went to the parking, i saw martin and paolo.. my blockmate and his friend. we've also seen some graceans hanging around.. anyways, when we got to the parking, we took some pictures and pictures and pictures. then.. homebound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;as i went home, a big smile wraps my whole spirit.. i missed them sooo much. i wish that my time with them would last longer.. or even forever. it was a nice start for my birthday. and indeed, they really made me happy. =) happy birthday, rach..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7661744-112756399173781030?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/112756399173781030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=112756399173781030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/112756399173781030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/112756399173781030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2005/09/0917-0918.html' title='0917-0918'/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-112757023344358937</id><published>2005-09-24T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:10.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/1587/640/accidental%20shot.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/1587/400/accidental%20shot.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accidental shot.. with my bestfriend jon&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7661744-112757023344358937?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/112757023344358937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=112757023344358937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/112757023344358937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/112757023344358937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2005/09/accidental-shot.html' title=''/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-112757000421595252</id><published>2005-09-24T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:10.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/1587/640/bonita.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/1587/400/bonita.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angelica, em, gem, and moi.. *bonita*&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7661744-112757000421595252?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/112757000421595252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=112757000421595252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/112757000421595252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/112757000421595252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2005/09/angelica-em-gem-and-moi.html' title=''/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-112554627975993314</id><published>2005-09-01T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:10.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter one: first sem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;yesterday, i have seen the outcome of my first sem efforts. i was somehow glad to see that i was able to make good grades on some subjects.. but still, a feeling of regret punches me upon knowing that only a grade of 0.1 was lacking for me to be qualified as a Dean's Lister. waahhh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;well then, here are the fruits of my efforts for the past term: (4-highest..0-lowest)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;ORDEV-A (orientation and development) : passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;INSOCIO (sociology) : 2.5 --&gt; uhm.. for some reasons..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;HISTORY: 3.0 --&gt; we're exempted for the finals because of our project. yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;NATSC11 (environmental chemistry) : 2.5 --&gt; we're all wondering.. our group got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;two 4's on our PBL for the midterm &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;finals.. but look.. oh well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;BIBSTUD (bible study) : 4.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;COMSK1x (communications skills) : 2.5 --&gt; my grade was pulled down by my lab &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;subject&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;FILIP11 (filipino) : 2.5 --&gt; *whew* i thought i'd flunk this.. thank God, i've passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;PEONEPF (physical fitness) : 3.5 --&gt; i should've gotten a 4 if i didn't have any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;absences, according to my prof.. i have one. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;so there.. it's not that satisfying as you would see. i'll just have to make it better on the second sem. don't you think? but thank God, i'm still a scholar (95%)! waha! i didn't got a grade lower than 2.0. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;the first sem of my first year in college has been a challenging one. adjustments in academics and in terms of the new culture of college life were faced. new friends have been found.. experiences were dealt with which made me stronger and confident.. obstacles were surpassed which measured my potentials and credibility. lastly, my faith was tested and indeed, i have grown more with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7661744-112554627975993314?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/112554627975993314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=112554627975993314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/112554627975993314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/112554627975993314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2005/09/chapter-one-first-sem.html' title='chapter one: first sem'/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-112554678800556915</id><published>2005-09-01T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:10.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/1587/640/csb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/1587/400/csb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;my benildean friends.. =P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7661744-112554678800556915?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/112554678800556915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=112554678800556915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/112554678800556915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/112554678800556915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-benildean-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-112556818758416897</id><published>2005-09-01T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:10.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/1587/640/hmmm.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/1587/400/hmmm.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;college gurl.. *winkwink*&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7661744-112556818758416897?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/112556818758416897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=112556818758416897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/112556818758416897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/112556818758416897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2005/09/college-gurl.html' title=''/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-112556184199209204</id><published>2005-08-31T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:10.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>highschool pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/1587/640/lucea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/1587/400/lucea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;last day of the senior's retreat. the day after the sharing night.. see those eyes?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7661744-112556184199209204?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/112556184199209204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=112556184199209204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/112556184199209204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/112556184199209204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2005/08/highschool-pics.html' title='highschool pics'/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-112556158611408169</id><published>2005-08-31T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:10.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/1587/640/iloveyouguys!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/1587/400/iloveyouguys%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;my Lucean family.. after winning 2nd place in the chorale competition. look at those smiles! (except for steve) =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7661744-112556158611408169?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/112556158611408169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=112556158611408169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/112556158611408169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/112556158611408169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-lucean-family.html' title=''/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-112330028657312428</id><published>2005-08-05T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:10.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tumatakbo ang oras.. pwedeng humabol?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;la lang.. this song was constantly playing on my mind. i just thought of sharing.. well yeah, time's running fast, and sometimes with just a blink, it's gone. yet still, we cherish those.. time's moving... but it never fades away..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hintay - Sugarfree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mabilis ang ikot ng mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sa kakasabay nahihilo ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Isang hakbang sa limang patlang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;May panahon, pagkakataong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;REFRAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nawawala kapag di hinawakan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nadudulas kapag di iningatan, hoy, hoy, hoy, hoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hintay, hintayin mo ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mahirap nang maiwan dito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hintay, hintayin ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dahan dahan lang hoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mabilis ang galaw ng oras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sa kakasabay nauubos ang lakas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bilis na mahirap sabayan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Kung may panahon, pagkakataong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Repeat REFRAIN]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh, by the way, i saw sugarfree perform yesterday at the covered courts together with other bands. mtv thinger..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-112308636375435145</id><published>2005-08-04T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:10.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>black</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's past 12am and i'm still wide awake. tomorrow's class would start at 8am, comsk1x lab. *sigh* uh well, i just felt the mood in blogging once again. today's been a normal day, for what i think. i tied my curled hair up with a black headband to add stuff. i was wearing a black top with matching gray capri, a black slippers, and a necklace with a preserved bug inside. sounds eekie and black, huh? but yeah, weird for me. and , oh yeah, i feel weird. anyway, our recorded interview for insocio was played in class, thankfully. at least "she" had been fair enough even for once before the term ends. oh, i also bought a bracelet and necklace with big, round black beads for just 50 bucks. thanks to my shopping buddies. it was cool. =P i was "black" since yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7661744-112308636375435145?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/112308636375435145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=112308636375435145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/112308636375435145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/112308636375435145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2005/08/black.html' title='black'/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-111621765315268350</id><published>2005-05-16T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:10.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitin.. haha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i can't think of possible stuffs to do.. today is a bright monday morning, a brand new day to start off the week.. no rehearsals and also, my last week before i enter the gates of De La Salle- College of St. Benilde. oh my, i can't believe i'm now a college student. anyway, a lot of things happened to me these past few days.. full of surprises, realizations, and revelations.. ang bilis ng mga pangyayari, di ko na mahagilap. aaaahhhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7661744-111621765315268350?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/111621765315268350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=111621765315268350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/111621765315268350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/111621765315268350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2005/05/bitin-haha.html' title='bitin.. haha!'/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-111484565575468695</id><published>2005-04-30T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:09.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Disney Princess counterpart.. *winkwink*</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.minette.org/disney.html"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 272px; HEIGHT: 120px" height="130" alt="I'm Jasmine!" src="http://www.boomspeed.com/design19/jasmine.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.minette.org/disney.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Which Disney Princess are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7661744-111484565575468695?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/111484565575468695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=111484565575468695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/111484565575468695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/111484565575468695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-disney-princess-counterpart.html' title='My Disney Princess counterpart.. *winkwink*'/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-111484342033266915</id><published>2005-04-30T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:09.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>need a boyfriend? whatcha think? hmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://spacefem.com/boyfriend/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 226px; HEIGHT: 126px" height="150" src="http://spacefem.com/boyfriend/8.gif" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-111303924534081952</id><published>2005-04-09T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:09.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wala lang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;almost one month na sira yung pc sa house.. harhar.. hopefully nextweek ayus na sha kase right now, pinapaayos na. haaaiii.. i just came from the rehearsal. so tiring.. i still have severe cough and colds. well well, weather kase eh. waaahh.. gusto ko mag-swimming! sayang di natuloy retreat ng JJC.. pero at least sa next scheduled date, sa fontana na. wweeee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ayun.. i'm updating my accounts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7661744-111303924534081952?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/111303924534081952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=111303924534081952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/111303924534081952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/111303924534081952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2005/04/wala-lang.html' title='wala lang'/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-111252841508118967</id><published>2005-04-03T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:09.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/1587/640/04.02&amp;04.03.05%200051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; WIDTH: 159px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; 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type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=111252841508118967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/111252841508118967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/111252841508118967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2005/04/guitar-girl-strikes.html' title=''/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-111173610797335427</id><published>2005-03-25T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:09.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when everything goes weird.. *beware*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;my life's goin insane.. grabe, i've been doing the "sleep-eat" routine this week. i've gained weight.. definitely! i could feel the essence of "boredomness" each and everyday. *sigh* my life's been somehow dull.. mainly because i've got no other stuff to do. the pc's at home really a crap. it's malfunctioning everytime i'm using it.. oh well.. but i still thank god that i'm alive. nyahah! i'm getting weird again.. labo.. tagal ko na naman di naka-blog. i've promised myself that i'm going to update it everytime.. but considering the fact na ngloloko ang magling na pc sa house.. wala na yung promise na yun. harhar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i find my day meaningless and dull, there's something that keeps me happy and contented in a way.. "late-night conversations with mr. gino louis afable." haha! grabe, we've just met sa prom nila.. well, actually, sa ym nag-start. pero look at us now. super friends! haha.. there's this something kasi that keeps the bond eh.. maybe because he's a good conversationalist. and that's what i'm looking for.. i love dealing with people who has this sensible personality. ang smart pa kausap. isa ka, gino, sa mga yon.. haha! kaya nga pati friendster account ko sha na yung nag-hhandle eh.. blahblah.. it's just bad that na-cut yung usap namen last night.. because of my mom. *shivers* --&gt;&gt; nahawa na ko sa expression mo, dude. basta ayun.. we've been talking a lot. dami ko nang alam about him and vice versa.. pero mas kilala nya yata ako.. because of my color psychology! grabe.. super astig, na-aanalyze nya ng mabuti yung personality ko through my 5 colors. weird noh? and scary rin.. pero true.. FYI, manghuhula kase sha.. kaya if gusto nyo magpahula, just contact this number.. 091********! j/k! hyperness, once again, is on the mood.. kaya pagpasensyahan nyo na. minsan nalang ulit maka-blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're supposed to be in the province right now, but lazziness ruled the way. i'm in the mood sana na umalis kanina, but tinamad na ko. i want to see my relatives sana.. this is the only time na i could go out of town, super hectic na kase ng sched ko this summer.. tadtad ng rehearsals. walang vacation, actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joanne's now in laguna pala.. i've just read her blogsite. picture galore! grabe sa pictures nya.. pero di kayo magsasawa. shempre, beauty ba naman ng sis ko eh. that's our bonding session rin kase.. taking pictures of ourselves. vain ba? not really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hans texted me a while ago.. i've missed that dude. he's with his relatives yata.. overpowered with a bunch of kids. haah! babysitter hans on the move..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there.. till here na muna.. i'd better check other stuffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for patiently reading this whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird, diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7661744-111173610797335427?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/111173610797335427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=111173610797335427' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/111173610797335427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/111173610797335427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2005/03/when-everything-goes-weird-beware.html' title='when everything goes weird.. *beware*'/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-111069358360339924</id><published>2005-03-13T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:09.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>out of my mind..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="hbblock"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;for some reasons i couldn't help but insist my bestie jon to go to the netcafe.. to blog. aryt! we just came from church.. and as usual, we're waiting for our parents.. BOT again. fine.. i'm feeling quite broke, i slept at around 4am.. pondering upon stuffs that's bothering me. pathetic! insomnia's striking again.. sakit namen ni hans. harhar.. anyways, i've just reflected upon my worries last night.. i've realized how thankful i am to have my friends around me.. how much i treasure and value them.. especially my bestfriend.. joanne. =) we've been through a lot of trials.. but still, we remained as is. grabe, so thankful to God talaga. i might sound oversentimental, but that's what i'm feeling right now. i dunno what will happen to me once iwanan nila ako. my life wouldn't be complete without them.. haii.. i feel sabog talaga.. i'm out of my mind. oh no.. 5 minutes left?! waaaahhh.. i need to end this one na! i'll be back later..&lt;/span&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/7661744-111069358360339924?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-111065341133711432</id><published>2005-03-13T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:09.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>after almost half a year.. i'm back..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="hbblock"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i couldn't help but turn back to my online friend.. i missed blogging for a long time. oh well.. it's almost 2am, and i'm still here, wide awake. i've been chatting with my friends all the while since 10pm. it's nice to hear a lot about their lives, experiences, and stuff.. i learn through it. i was just talking to my new friend, gino, a while ago regarding his anxieties and all. i also shared about my problems and worries to him and to few other friends of mine.. la lang.. i've just realized that God has been really faithful to me. eventhough i've lost a really close friend of mine (i guess), He provided another person that would satisfy me and eventually become my friend. =) reminiscing is all i've been through this day.. thinking about what experiences happened to me in my whole hs life. sad, but i have to face the reality of leaving the portals of GCHS. i'm a few step closer to the exit gates of my hs, but still reaching out for the windows that would be surely open for me to glance thru. i'm still worried about a lot of things. all these times, i thought that everything's doing fine in our class.. well, actually, that's what everyone's thinking. after all those bonding sessions, open forums, gimmicks, adventures we've had together, we all thought that our friendship would remain as is.. the "strong" one. but everything's seemed to change.. we're somehow divided into groups that would determine our stand in life, our personality. i couldn't blame myself if i chose not to get into those cut-class thing just to escape boredom in those grad practices and seminars.. though the exchange would be the fact that i'm going to miss the fun that my friends' would surely have. i admit, i've been through fun experiences with them.. and most of it weren't even known by my parents. i kept it for the sake of sticking around to my friends so we could hang out freely. every person has his/her own perspective and beliefs in life.. we have our own choices and all. and for me, i've finally chosen the path that is not that usually taken by travellers. the path which is slightly used by people.. that is usually taken by few travellers. though it's hard to face the fact that i'm slowly slipping away from my close friends, in a way.. it still brings a sigh of relief to think that i've finally chosen my right stand in life. i'm not saying this to blame and offend those people.. i'm just bringing up my side in here. i haven't told this to anyone yet.. it's up to you to read this one, and i hope you'll understand my point. if ever they would be wondering why i'm not always hanging around with them. oh well.. this is the reality of life. we have to make decisions that would affect people who are close to you. i can't help but say that i'm missing my friends badly.. i'm not saying that i'll be drifting away from them completely.. and i surely won't ever do. i'm sorry if i've somehow hurt your feelings.. well, at least i've explained my part. i hope you'll understand. oh well.. another thing is that i'm losing someone special.. special in a way that i've treated that person as my bestfriend. =( for some reasons, it was my fault. all those times, i'm being too self-centered.. all i do is stay away from him to get rid of my true feelings inside. yes, i've fallen for him.. unexpectedly, but yeah, i did. i was reflecting upon this feelings for some time before.. blaming myself to be so stupid enough to fall for someone that i shouldn't be falling for. i hated the fact that i'm falling for him. if i could just tie my heart and lock it just to seal my emotions.. but i couldn't. i felt so unfair.. i'm loving him secretly while all the time he's just expecting plain friendship from me. all i want is plain friendship, but look what i've got.. i couldn't blame him.. he's so much to become any girl's ideal man. smart, witty, sociable, good-looking (haha).. and many more. i've finally told him about this secret of me, after.. a secret that might spill out the water in the jars of our friendship. i'm not that sure on his reaction, but at least i've been honest til the end. it's up to him to react on it.. WELL, THIS FEELING IS JUST BEFORE, TAKE NOTE.. right now, i'm over that feeling, of that guilt that's striking in me. and i'm really happy about it. =) like what gino have told me last night when i've shared this prob.. we don't need love as an intimacy. God needed not an intimate realtionship with us to show how much he loves us. i definitely agree with that. thanks, dude! haaii.. but still, i'm longing for that friendship we used to have. i'm missing it badly.. for a time, he has been my faithful confidante, mentor, cheerer when i'm feeling down, spirit-lifter, and encourager. so much to ask for a friend. i'm so thankful to God that He has given me a friend like him. waaahh.. i really blame myself. but if ever God only gave him to me to be a lesson and mind-opener, i'll accept it. thanks, Lord. nice one! =) but you know that i would be happier if you'll bring back our past friendship. *whew* did i just told everything about it?! woah.. i couldn't believe i'm gonna spill it all out in here. well, at least, i've got relief.. less worries. once again.. thank you, Lord for the peaceful heart and mind you've given me. i love you, Lord God..&lt;/span&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/7661744-111065341133711432?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/111065341133711432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=111065341133711432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/111065341133711432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/111065341133711432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2005/03/after-almost-half-year-im-back.html' title='after almost half a year.. i&apos;m back..'/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-109378531129079714</id><published>2004-08-29T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:09.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first time..tskstk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="hbblock"&gt;&lt;span id="hbblock"&gt;&lt;span id="hbblock"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;yesterday's a different day for me. i couldn't imagine myself stepping away from class (community service). that's the first time i did it, but with my parent's consent. clear? well, as the result of our group's procrastinate attitude, we don't have any single performance for yesterday's fundamental rhythms class, so we've decided to skip our community service class in order for us to rehearse. we've got a dilemma in choosing if we'll gonna absent for the whole saturday or simply skip CC. oh my, tell you, i was really guilty about it the night before. first time.. but after that two-hour and a half rehearsal, we end up making convincing moves and steps. convincing? haha! just wanna use the term. anyways, right now i'm suffering from bodyaches. as in WHOLE BODY especially my thighs and arms. just imagine jumping ropes for how many hours. aaawww... i could hardly walk properly. poor gurl.. harhar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7661744-109378531129079714?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/109378531129079714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>reflect..reflect</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="hbblock"&gt;&lt;span id="hbblock"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;whatta day! the announcement of suspension of classes is again.. delayed. what the heck! anyways, we've already decided yesterday on who will make up our class debating team. i'm not joining anymore.. quite happy on my part because i have lots of things to concentrate on asides from that. at least i've experienced the training under the hands of a dear classmate and a great friend, Derick. wahaha! =P though i've been under couples of sermons because of my &lt;em&gt;pasaway&lt;/em&gt; attitude, i've learned a lot from this dude. thanks, man! *winkwink*sniffsniff* hmmm... i'm speechless. ---- fine, i'll just share to you a poem that i wrote yesterday. it's just an impromptu one so you just bare with it and besides, it's hard when you don't have an inspiration while composing. harhar.. it's a demand seatwork , i think, by my beloved english teacher, Madame D. she's also the one who gave the topic and title, take note. well, here it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;If I Only Knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;If I only knew that you were simply a dream that I wished to come true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;I shouldn't have let myself eventually fall for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;Every minute, every second, I never have you forgotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;With the mem'ries we've shared, never in my real life happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;The day we've met, I consider a vast treasure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;Simply something that no one can ever measure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;Laughs, cries, and even lullabies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;Sounds sweet music to my ears, just with you by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;Gazing upon the moonlit sky to see how stars collide,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;Never knowing that this would be the last time to see you smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;Little by little, I could feel your soft hand drifting away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;With just a snap, oh, does this mean you're free?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;Running, crying, I spent the rest of my time in search of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;But whether I like it or not, there i found no sight of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;And now I knew that only in this dream of mine we'll be spending time together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;I still thank God for the memories that I ought to remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;..... *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7661744-109340528610063260?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/109340528610063260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=109340528610063260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/109340528610063260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/109340528610063260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2004/08/reflectreflect.html' title='reflect..reflect'/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/12/42/2902421/19286963237349s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7661744.post-109326042801604850</id><published>2004-08-23T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:51:09.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>temporarily ill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="hbblock"&gt;&lt;span id="hbblock"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i've been spending the whole day lying on my bed.. for some reasons, i don't feel well at all. it was all because of a sudden headache last night and until now. i could hardly standup normally, and i somehow feel like exploding. maybe it's all stress or it's my vision that has a problem. i always gets dizzy in school as well.. what a weird feeling! i'm VERY busy these days.. researches, projects, tests, deadline for the chorale piece, dance for fundamental rhythms, preparation for Filipino week, and also planning for the upcoming debate (i still dunno if i would join). ---&gt;&gt;&gt; these stuffs will all still be my burden until september. whew! &lt;em&gt;Lord, i need strength..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7661744-109326042801604850?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/109326042801604850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=109326042801604850' title='0 Comments'/><link 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ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;it's almost 10am, and i just woke up from a deep sleep (exaggerating). it's a different scenario from my usual saturday routines. no classes! *cheers* after a month, this would be just my second time to post again. i'm not that active in using the pc coz of great great schoolstuffs to be done. you know, just a matter of prioritizing those stuffs that needs to be prioritized. *grins* am i right? but these days, i'm really urged to go online coz of some researches to be made and also for my missed accounts, as well as friends. =P now i'm stucked.. what shall i say next? anyways, i've just realized that i'm missing a lot of praise and worship practices in church since summer. oh my.. and also my "practice the guitar" thing. i just thought of those. *sigh* i'm already missing a lot of things...&lt;/span&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/7661744-109305492538943153?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/109305492538943153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=109305492538943153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/109305492538943153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/109305492538943153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/2004/08/new-day-new-spirit.html' title='a new day, a new spirit'/><author><name>-raCh-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09369926759118812287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' 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bestie and some more friends. but i usually talk really MUCH, depending on my mood. as you could see, i'm really the oh-so-moody type of gal. *tskstk* i'm new in this site, and i just made it out of boredom, you know. well, i find it somehow enjoying. lalala..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7661744-109007542525627785?l=i-am-rach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-rach.blogspot.com/feeds/109007542525627785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7661744&amp;postID=109007542525627785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7661744/posts/default/109007542525627785'/><link rel='self' 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