<?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-3522766503751292265</id><updated>2011-07-08T14:27:08.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ü pErFeCt TeN's Ü</title><subtitle type='html'>Hello! Hi! Yo! Annyong ha seyo! Konnichiwa! Ciao! Bon jour! Nihao! Ola!

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Nandito na kami sa Estados Unidos para bantayan ang bagong biling bahay ng kapatid mo. Pero hindi ko maibigay sa iyo ang address dahil dinala ng dating nakatira ang address para daw hindi na sila magpalit ng address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maganda ang lugar na ito at malayo sa  Manila... Dalawang beses lang umulan sa linggong ito, tatlong araw noong una at apat na araw noong pangalawa. Nakakainis lang ang mga paninda dito katulad nun nabili ko na shampoo dahil ayaw bumula. Nakasulat kasi 'FOR DRY HAIR' kaya hindi ko binabasa ang buhok ko pag ginagamit ko. Mamaya ay ibabalik ko sa Walmart at magrereklamo ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noong isang araw naman ay hindi ako makapasok sa bahay dahil ayaw bumukas ng padlock. Nakasulat kasi ay 'YALE', eh aba namalat na ako sa kasisigaw ay hindi pa din bumubukas. Magrereklamo din ako sa nagbenta ng bahay, akala  nila hindi ko alam na SIGAW ang tagalog ng 'YALE', wise yata ito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayroon nga pala akong nabili na magandang jacket at tiyak na magugustuhan mo. Ipinadala ko na sa iyo sa 'Federal Express' medyo mahal daw dahil mabigat ang mga butones kaya ang ginawa ko ay tinanggal ko na lang ang mga butones at inilagay ko na lang sa bulsa ng jacket. Ikabit mo na lang pag dating diyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagpadala rin ako ng tseke para sa mga nasalanta ng bagyo , hindi ko na pinirmahan dahil gusto ko na maging anonymous donor. Nakakahiya naman kung ipagkakalat ko  pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang kapatid mo palang si Jhun ay may trabaho na dito, mayroon siyang 500 na tao sa ilalim niya. Naggugupit siya ngayon ng damo sa memorial park, ang kita naman ay above minimum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakapanganak na rin pala ang Ate Baby mo, hindi ko pa alam kung babae o lalaki kaya hindi ko pa masasabi na kung ikaw ay bagong uncle or auntie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala na akong masyadong balita. Sumulat ka na lang ng madalas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Fafah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Maglalagay sana  ako ng pera, kaya lang ay naisara ko na ang envelope. Next time na  lang ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-3196781951464099014?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3196781951464099014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/lihim-ng-isang-tatay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/3196781951464099014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/3196781951464099014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/lihim-ng-isang-tatay.html' title='Lihim ng Isang Tatay'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-8048836436467193628</id><published>2009-07-19T18:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T08:05:23.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Love Me For Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Blog assignment question #3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How can you say that love is true? Cite examples.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Composed of three words and all in all eight letters, the sentence “I love you” is definitely one of those with the most intense meanings. It makes or breaks a person in love, and takes a big part in an individual’s life. Sometimes, though, people say that they love someone even as a joke. This makes it harder to discover that one true love everybody has been searching for. True love is truly one great mystery for every human alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dictionary, it means loving a person inside and out, signifying affection for a person you know dearly. Despite his major flaws, you learn to accept him for who he is. Instead of resorting to another person to love, you take your time in showing your care for that special person and trying to help him get through his hardships. Love is usually superficial and depends on looks, but sometimes this develops into something deeper which, you soon discover, is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when a person has her standards but when she encounters the one person who doesn’t meet these standards but falls for him anyway, that might also mean true love. The point of true love is that it comes in all shapes and sizes, but only our hearts and minds know who is destined for us. We will know when we meet that person. By the time we experience our true love, we would have ended the search, but the mystery goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-8048836436467193628?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8048836436467193628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-love-me-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/8048836436467193628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/8048836436467193628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-love-me-for-me.html' title='If You Love Me For Me...'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-7362326371774970077</id><published>2009-07-19T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T16:00:49.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth about Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Blog assignment question #2:&lt;br /&gt;Why do our blessings sometimes seem a disaster for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Occurrences, whether good or bad, are experienced by every person in the world. There is no such person who goes on in life without going through at least a bunch of hardships. This goes to show that whatever your stature is, no one’s life is perfect. Even those who can have every material thing they lay their eyes on have something missing in their lives. It seems like a rule – that fact that we really do have to have difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only difference for every person, I think, is the way they view their lives and how they treat every problem. Whether they view it optimistically or not, that is their responsibility. Blessings which become disasters can be remedied by hard work and perseverance coming from the person. For example, making you lose your friends by being a very ambitious hot shot in a business shows a blessing, the fame of being a successful person, in turn makes a disaster of losing those dear to you. It is the way you do things that determines what would happen to your fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, things do not turn out the way they seem. There are some good fortunes which later turn into an adversity for us. No matter how bad, however, we must not lose hope in the opposite – misfortunes turning into wonderful opportunities. Remember that big gifts come in small packages. We just have to see if that package enters our home by the door or the window of opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-7362326371774970077?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7362326371774970077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/07/truth-about-gifts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/7362326371774970077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/7362326371774970077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/07/truth-about-gifts.html' title='The Truth about Gifts'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-4795567673029382232</id><published>2009-07-19T18:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T05:38:42.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schadenfreude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Blog assignment question #1: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why do some people derive pleasure from the misfortunes of others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A classmates slips, and a whole class laughs. A stranger on the street gets wet due to a fast speeding car running over a puddle, and one gets amused. On a higher level, a company goes bankrupt and another goes extremely happy. Why are there people who truly enjoy others’ adversity? Sometimes, a person just has to sit and wonder- what's wrong with them? Would it not be bad if our fellow was hurt, and with the pain, humiliation kicks in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primary reason why people do love seeing others at tight spots is jealousy. As is said, jealousy is one of the roots of evil, and is even one of the seven capital sins. Envy brings people to do drastic things just to get what we want, so being pleased at others misfortunes would be little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this is not the only case. There is this matter of material racing, where one competes with the superficial riches of another. Little do they know that this is not all that is needed in life, but also being able to share these riches to others so that your life would be worthwhile. With the thinking of a typical modern person, the purpose of living would be to gain enough money to live comfortably. Therefore, those who live with all the amenities available to them would be envied by those who don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we need money for practically everything, but the natural way of things say we should live a life not revolving on earthly riches. Not all are blessed to be on top, and that's why we have to prove we deserve to be there too. That does not start with being happy at other's fall. Instead we sport healthy respect and compassion for others, and be contented with how we climbed the ladder to success. Let's just all be muditas, and rejoice in the happiness of others. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-4795567673029382232?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/4795567673029382232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/07/schadenfreude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/4795567673029382232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/4795567673029382232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/07/schadenfreude.html' title='Schadenfreude'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-7462188006295012102</id><published>2009-07-19T17:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T18:00:08.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anchor Baby. Tim Burton.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://homepage.eircom.net/%7Esebulbac/burton/images/anchorbaby/anchor_baby_text.gif" alt="Anchor Baby" width="167" border="0" height="30" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://homepage.eircom.net/%7Esebulbac/burton/images/anchorbaby/anchor_baby_1.gif" alt="" width="204" border="0" height="196" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was a beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;who came from the sea.&lt;br /&gt;And there was just one place&lt;br /&gt;that she wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a man named Walker&lt;br /&gt;who played in a band.&lt;br /&gt;She would leave the ocean&lt;br /&gt;and come onto the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the one&lt;br /&gt;that she wanted the most.&lt;br /&gt;And she tried everything&lt;br /&gt;to capture this ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But throughout all their lives&lt;br /&gt;they never connected.&lt;br /&gt;She wandered the earth&lt;br /&gt;alone and rejected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tried looking happy&lt;br /&gt;she tried looking tragic,&lt;br /&gt;she tried astral projecting,&lt;br /&gt;sex, and black magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could join them,&lt;br /&gt;except maybe one thing, just maybe&lt;br /&gt;something to anchor their spirits..&lt;br /&gt;They had a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://homepage.eircom.net/%7Esebulbac/burton/images/anchorbaby/anchor_baby_2.gif" alt="" width="192" border="0" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But to give birth to a baby&lt;br /&gt;they needed a crane.&lt;br /&gt;the umbilical cord&lt;br /&gt;was in the form of a chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I t was ugly and gloomy,&lt;br /&gt;and as hard as a kettle.&lt;br /&gt;It had no pink skin,&lt;br /&gt;just heavy gray metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby that was meant&lt;br /&gt;to bring them together,&lt;br /&gt;just shrouded them both&lt;br /&gt;in a cloud of foul weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Walker took off&lt;br /&gt;to play with the band.&lt;br /&gt;And from that day on,&lt;br /&gt;he stayed mainly on land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://homepage.eircom.net/%7Esebulbac/burton/images/anchorbaby/anchor_baby_3.gif" alt="" width="192" border="0" height="204" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And she was alone&lt;br /&gt;with her gray baby anchor,&lt;br /&gt;who got so oppressive&lt;br /&gt;that eventually sank her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she went to the bottom,&lt;br /&gt;not fulfilling her wish,&lt;br /&gt;it was her, and her baby...&lt;br /&gt;and a few scattered fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*For better viewing:&lt;br /&gt;http://homepage.eircom.net/~sebulbac/burton/anchorbaby.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-7462188006295012102?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7462188006295012102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/07/anchor-baby-tim-burton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/7462188006295012102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/7462188006295012102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/07/anchor-baby-tim-burton.html' title='Anchor Baby. Tim Burton.'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-5276943684342027971</id><published>2009-06-21T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:49:06.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barahin ang Pasubali!</title><content type='html'>Note: I love this song, trip ko lang ang barahin to. Malakas ang tama ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung pwede lang wag mo na 'tong iwasan... Sino ba ang umiiwas?&lt;br /&gt;At 'wag mo ring ituring na biro... Sino ba nagbibiro?&lt;br /&gt;Marahil 'to'y 'di mo inaasahan... Wala namang umaasa.&lt;br /&gt;Pero sana'y 'wag ipinid ang pinto... Nasan ang pinto!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itikom ang bibig... Sara na.&lt;br /&gt;Mata'y ibaling sa 'kin... Hello, bulag ako.&lt;br /&gt;Pakinggan mo ang sasabihin ko... Bingi rin pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Kailan mo ba matutunan? Mamaya.&lt;br /&gt;Kailan mo ba 'pagsisigawang... Bukas.&lt;br /&gt;'di mo na 'pagkakailang tayo? Bukas nga!&lt;br /&gt;Kay rami nang pinagdaanan... Oo na,&lt;br /&gt;Ano pa ba ang 'yong kailangan? Isang house and lot at Mercedes Benz.&lt;br /&gt;Nagsusumamo na sabihin mo. Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang diwa ko'y tigib sa kaiisip... Talaga lang ha?&lt;br /&gt;Sa sarili'y laging may kinikimkim... Baka B.O. lang yan.&lt;br /&gt;Patuloy lamang bang mananaginip? Oo.&lt;br /&gt;At mananatili lang na nakapikit? Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y mayro'ng batid... Ows?&lt;br /&gt;Ito'y iyong pag-amin. Asa ka.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi na natin maiiwasan 'to... OWS!? Kayang-kaya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-5276943684342027971?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5276943684342027971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/06/barahin-ang-pasubali.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/5276943684342027971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/5276943684342027971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/06/barahin-ang-pasubali.html' title='Barahin ang Pasubali!'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-120781746900718971</id><published>2009-06-21T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:20:52.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Director's Cut - Kamikazee</title><content type='html'>Pagmulat ng mata&lt;br /&gt;Agad kong naalala&lt;br /&gt;Kagabi sinabi mong ayaw mo na&lt;br /&gt;May mali ka bang nakita?&lt;br /&gt;May mali bang nagawa?&lt;br /&gt;Bigla na lang naisip mong ayaw mo na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ng gusto mo&lt;br /&gt;Tamang sunod ako&lt;br /&gt;Nagtataka bakit biglang ayaw mo na&lt;br /&gt;Nabigla ko ng lubusan&lt;br /&gt;Nang ako iyong aking iwanan&lt;br /&gt;Isang iglap naisip mong ayaw mo na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumingon sandali lang&lt;br /&gt;Bago mo tuluyang iwan&lt;br /&gt;Nais kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumigaw, palabas&lt;br /&gt;At sasabihin sayo ang lahat&lt;br /&gt;Tumakbo, palayo&lt;br /&gt;At iiwanan na ang alaala mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanginginig, nalulungkot, nahihibang, at tulala&lt;br /&gt;Pagod na yata ang ngiti&lt;br /&gt;Nauubos din ang tuwa&lt;br /&gt;Nag-iisa, umiiyak, nahihirapang huminga&lt;br /&gt;Pagod na yata ang ngiti&lt;br /&gt;Nauubos din ang tuwa&lt;br /&gt;Nanginginig nalulungkot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumingon sandali lang&lt;br /&gt;Bago mo tuluyang iwan&lt;br /&gt;Nais kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumigaw, palabas&lt;br /&gt;At sasabihin sayo ang lahat&lt;br /&gt;Tumakbo, palayo&lt;br /&gt;At iiwanan na ang alaala mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At kung hindi na babalik&lt;br /&gt;Sana sa pag-gising ay wala na ang nadaramang sakit&lt;br /&gt;At kung hindi na babalik&lt;br /&gt;Pilit sasabihin na hindi ako nagkamali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumigaw, palabas&lt;br /&gt;At sasabihin sayo ang lahat&lt;br /&gt;Tumakbo, palayo&lt;br /&gt;At iiwanan na ang alaala mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumigaw, palabas&lt;br /&gt;At iiwanan na ang alaala mo&lt;br /&gt;Tumakbo, palayo&lt;br /&gt;At iiwanan na ang alaala mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss second year days, although it wasn't much fun. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-120781746900718971?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/120781746900718971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/06/directors-cut-kamikazee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/120781746900718971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/120781746900718971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/06/directors-cut-kamikazee.html' title='Director&apos;s Cut - Kamikazee'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-7103716449520295394</id><published>2009-06-17T19:00:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T18:09:53.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Who's Gonna Dance with Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have one crazy addiction these days, and that is to Careless Whisper. If you were to stay in my room, you would be fed up with the ever-repeating versions of Seether and the hip hop remix by Ken feat. Cory Gunz. However, I'm not, and I don't plan to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the CW craze started when Besh Kat shared that she sang this in karaoke. I then searched for the song in Youtube, and voila! Addiction. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; -=-=-=-=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think the song deserves that connotation that people give it. It definitely isn't sensual, except for the sax intro. It describes something that happened between friends, and that something changed the relationship between the two. It does not deserve to be the theme song of every sex video scandal like Hayden and Katrina's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole essence of the song somewhat implies a mistake made, bot not really a sexual one. Besides, it focuses more on adultery, or some other form of disloyalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please. When you go and make a sex video [which I encourage you not to do, honestly.] pick some rap or RnB song which directly implies going nuts in bed with a member of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I think I made my point. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-7103716449520295394?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7103716449520295394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-whos-gonna-dance-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/7103716449520295394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/7103716449520295394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-whos-gonna-dance-with-me.html' title='Now Who&apos;s Gonna Dance with Me?'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-4366395673334584557</id><published>2009-06-14T08:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T09:13:41.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Look at the Stars...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Things are getting more and more unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irrational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet happening. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't grasp how my life is turning out these days. This Tenten is not the one that I know. I do not understand how I get into these kinds of situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he playing? Am I rebound? Is love a game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LET'S HAVE SOME FUN, THIS BEAT IS SICK,&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA TAKE A RIDE ON YOUR DISCO STICK...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WANNA KISS YOU, BUT IF I DO THEN I MIGHT MISS YOU, BABE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; do not wanna kiss him [or do I!?], but the fact remains that if I get deeper, I can't get out of the hole I'm in. I might just get hurt, and if I do, who in the world would know what would happen to me? ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must concentrate on my studies, but I can't concentrate without him. Weird, but true. I haven't felt this before, ever! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must help myself. I can do this! I will do my best, and keep my promise to everyone, including him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just keep that in mind, Tenten. You can do it. AJA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-4366395673334584557?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/4366395673334584557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-i-look-at-stars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/4366395673334584557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/4366395673334584557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-i-look-at-stars.html' title='When I Look at the Stars...'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-5780176294214308082</id><published>2009-04-18T08:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:11:13.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Encounter [Review Day 5]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;EM BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, everyday's becoming better. But lessons are getting more dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, tables have turned! English is duh best! I love reading comprehension. However, I hate Math word problems! So tasky... T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy was so cute again. His voice is nice. I'd love for him to say my name. *NOOOO! DO NOT SUCCUMB TO TEMPTATION!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on to the &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;ENCOUNTER&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When classes are over, I usually use the stairs instead of riding the elevator. I think it's so that I will feel some warmth after staying in the cold depths of our class room. Anyway, that time, Andy was about to ride the elevator too, but when he saw me going down the stairs, he also used the stairs. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more is that in the log in/out place, he stood beside me. When he got his card and stayed outside [waiting for his friends, I suppose] and I got my card, our &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;eyes met&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Twice&lt;/span&gt;. I suddenly bent my head forward but looked at him. It seems he also bent his head forward, but he was smiling. I smiled too, but I don't think he saw that. And off I go to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have a seatmate today. I hope he sits beside me next time. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Tenten &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-5780176294214308082?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5780176294214308082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/04/encounter-review-day-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/5780176294214308082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/5780176294214308082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/04/encounter-review-day-5.html' title='The Encounter [Review Day 5]'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-2391702132216571661</id><published>2009-04-16T19:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:11:23.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Day but TODAY. || day 4 ||</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Although the topics get harder, class gets better. Three more girls have become my friends! That makes 6. Those three,as I call the Tres Marias, were beside me yesterday as well. One of them said hi to me then blah and blah.. One of them is from Cavite too. Whoa. XD They are nice, but during class they are pretty noisy, keeping on laughing. One of them, the one nearest me, kept asking me questions in Math! *pride swelling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy beside me, I think, is kinda weird and a geek. Math addict much? He was the one who caused me to answer the rest of the tests without our teacker saying so. He's also good in Science, I believe. NERD MUCH!? Brat-like guy.. &gt;.&lt;" Speaking of Math, I love it! Our topic: Quadratic Fuctions! My second year lurve... What about Science? My seatmate asked me if I finished my homework [which I did, surprisingly] and asked me if she can copy. WTH!? I just said I guessed the answers.. XP I hate the guy behind me, he keeps on kicking the legs of my chair. Damn him. I wanted to give him a glare, but I figured he would be scared of me. XD The way Andy speaks, laughs, and smiles is truly very cute. TEMPTATION!!! I already have my Romeo!! Speking of, when I saw the sideview profile of a classmate.. Shit! He looked like MY ROMEO! o.O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Tenten &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-2391702132216571661?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2391702132216571661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-day-but-today-day-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/2391702132216571661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/2391702132216571661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-day-but-today-day-4.html' title='No Day but TODAY. || day 4 ||'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-2433446721167027052</id><published>2009-04-15T20:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:11:32.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3, better for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Yeheeessss.... I'm not late; I arrived six minutes before 7:30. Actually, when I arrived, the Math teacher [who, I have not metioned, is astonishingly named Rhea and is chinky-eyed, like Ma'am Rhea Cesa] was waiting for the elevator. 'Hot dang!' I said. The two Koreans with Andy were in the log in place and they were taking so long to log in.. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived by the door, I said "hello world!" the pushed it. It didn't open. Turns out, I pushed the wrong side of the dorr. Anyone observing my actions would say "Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!" [Like Midou-sama from Full House Kiss!? XD] Anyway... the two people even later than me? Some girl and.. ta-dah! ANDY! That was one time I wished I arrived later, so I could have ridden the elevator with him. *sighs again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day has been great! My bladder wasn't bothering me at all! Maybe it's because of my caoxing it "Learn to hold! Learn to warn!" yesterday. Kukuku~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the lesson in Math, probably because it was 3rd year [functions] and 2nd year [radical expressions] Math, which are my faves. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how Sam is even higher than me in English vocabulary tests... T.T Also, I realize that my name is hard to pronounce if it was the first time a person has seen and read it. *sighs the third time*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English is sooo disappointing! My scores are oh-so-low. Goldarnit. XC But woohoo! I have the same score as Andy! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Tenten &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-2433446721167027052?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2433446721167027052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-3-better-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/2433446721167027052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/2433446721167027052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-3-better-for-me.html' title='Day 3, better for me.'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-5081281022926038878</id><published>2009-04-14T21:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:02:51.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospital Stay. [Random Thought #2]</title><content type='html'>Note: This is in the guy's POV. The guy's name is Regan. The girl's name is Kate. The setting is in the US.  I do not know the real travel time from London to US. I pictured the girl to be Jennifer Love Hewitt. Lights, camera, ACTION! Let's begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to London a few weeks ago, handling things for my company. I was busy with work. I didn't know anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, while I was eating my brunch, I was given some damn shocking news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They called me, saying she's dying. What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL!? IS THIS FOR REAL!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My world crumbled. Everything was blank. God damn, I think my mind never got to process much, but I called the airlines and within the next hour, I was on my way to my homeland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good thing that I was done with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; and that I was about to leave London the next day.  I couldn't let her leave me. Shit. I just couldn't. Blackout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I knew, I was being woken up by the stewardess, saying we are about to land soon. My heart suddenly jumped, which is a reaction my body doesn't usually encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn that woman, she changed me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hospital, 7 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept on running, looking for Kate. My Kate. Room 307. When I arrived, a doctor and two nurses were at the back. I pushed them aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You came," she said weakly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course I came. What-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for everything. The past year would not have been what it is to me if you weren't there. I can't believe this is happening..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing is happening. You're just lying here, talking to me. Nothing's gonna happen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Face it Regan. Something's happening, okay? There's noth-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed her then. That was the first time. I know it was weak of me to admit it, but  during  the one year of our relationship, we haven't kissed even once! I can' believe this might be the last. I held her until she signaled me to let her go. I didn't let her out of my arms, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She limped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With me immersed in emotion, I didn't notice the bustling of people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were moving things in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I really can't believe you tricked me like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I really can't believe our first kiss was at a hospital!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well... I can't believe my planned proposal was fulfilled at that hospital."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What!? So you were planning on proposing to me when you came from London?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yep. Stupid woman. Don't tell me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, hun... I missed you... so I feigned everything. You never told me this before! You &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to wait until our silver wedding anniversary!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, our hospital stay was nice, right? So what's the use? And I kissed you there for the first time, and you became my fiancee there. All's well that ends well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SecQTL59PgI/AAAAAAAAAPI/N1c_j8QD0AQ/s1600-h/hosp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SecQTL59PgI/AAAAAAAAAPI/N1c_j8QD0AQ/s320/hosp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325243006188338690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-5081281022926038878?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5081281022926038878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/04/hospital-stay-random-thought-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/5081281022926038878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/5081281022926038878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/04/hospital-stay-random-thought-2.html' title='Hospital Stay. [Random Thought #2]'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SecQTL59PgI/AAAAAAAAAPI/N1c_j8QD0AQ/s72-c/hosp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-3550162159907069579</id><published>2009-04-14T20:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:11:50.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foreign Exchange Rate *Review Day 2*</title><content type='html'>Okay, this was how my second day played out. When I woke up, it was freaking hot - turns out the electric fan was too focused on my foot. Again. I was late. Damn that. They were doing the speed drill when I arrived at class. The last seats available are at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose to stay in the last row. Ohoho~ If not only for my darn bladder, I would've sad beside the cute Korean, Andy Kim, who was practically in front of me. Beside me were Sam and Ace, also Koreans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God, Andy is so cute. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SecN85GaC2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/mapMfHKW55Y/s1600-h/Photo-0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SecN85GaC2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/mapMfHKW55Y/s320/Photo-0114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325240424159906658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andy! [Picture taken day 1, lunch time.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Sam. He's cute, albeit not the looks but his means of speaking and moves. He says 'c' as "she"! He speaks English, though he talks to Ace in Korean. Some of the other reviewees look at the back, smile, then turn towards the board. Sam is also smart, as I've observed him answer many questions given correctly. I like him. As a friend, though. XD Oh yeah, he bumped my arm, and while saying sorry, he touched my arm. WTH!? XJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M IN KOREA NOW! Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only two bad things to be irritated about today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goldarn colds [now fortified with some cough!] and my hyperactive bladder. I think I'm the most frequent user of the comfort room. I hate standing up while the teacher was giving lectures or when we're about to check. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this day was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;better than yesterday&lt;/span&gt;. Let's just see tomorrow, when my mom's not there and I'm alone. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I think I'll be posting on a day-to-day basis for happenings during my 2-week review. *sigh* Next week, our classes are to be whole day. T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Tenten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-3550162159907069579?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3550162159907069579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/04/foreiign-exchange-rate-review-day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/3550162159907069579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/3550162159907069579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/04/foreiign-exchange-rate-review-day-2.html' title='Foreign Exchange Rate *Review Day 2*'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SecN85GaC2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/mapMfHKW55Y/s72-c/Photo-0114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-8400399611610965075</id><published>2009-04-13T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:11:50.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reVIEW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first session begins, and I am dumped into hellhole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know absolutely NO ONE. I think I looked pretty darn stupid. I have colds, and sometimes when I sneeze there's that sound that makes me look as if I farted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hot damn. x[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And onto my colds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I missing him, that's why I have this dreaded disease? Has the weather gone too bad to make me sick without rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To the class!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I somewhat made acquaintances with my seatmate. I saw her name in the paper: Anna dela Cruz. I think the other two people who talked to me are from the same school [I can't read the name :| ]  as Anna. They are Rochelle and Angelica. Roch became my seatmate when Anna exchanged seats with her and Ange was beside me that day, although she just talked to me after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. There's this cute Korean guy [although he looks snobbish and naughty.. hehe] that has the same style as my t-shirt: white, with gold "shining shimmering splendid".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And back to my irritations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am irritated that my lunch box contains too many things. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the start of the day, I hated it. I didn't think it wouldn't get better. Not even ATC made it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish he was texting me. Gah. It's true. I am missing him. Everywhere in the modules and tests is him! Darn it. It was not helping. At all. T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope tomorrow's better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Tenten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-8400399611610965075?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8400399611610965075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/04/review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/8400399611610965075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/8400399611610965075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/04/review.html' title='reVIEW'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-3363703849255264594</id><published>2009-04-03T22:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:13:05.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A tribute to graduates of CNSHS, batch 2008-2009, especially to those I am close to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last official day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried. Again. I think it was even harder than my weeping episode last graduation. I hardly cry with my tears continuously flowing, but these days, doing just that is surprisingly easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so ironic that within the past few days, I got even closer to some fourth years rather than ready myself for the goodbyes I am sure to say and hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masochistic much? Nah. Just plain stupidity. Or not. It's just my normal naivety mixed with other people's kindness. The kindness you really opt to fall for, and choose not to ignore since it is too damn pleasing and irresistible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys, and I'll miss you every moment you're away. I hope the next year ends fast, so I won't feel much. It would hurt to prolong depression. Visit often, to ease any pain to be felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, I'll be thinking of the smiles, the laughter, the gestures, the habits, and everything else you have imparted to me. And everyday, I'll try not to cry out of sadness. Instead, I'll keep smiling, knowing you became a part of my life, and I became part of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, and Godspeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe not yesterday, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;But you WILL miss it. And you will come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was the Intrams 2007 when I first saw you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Since November 16, 2007, when I closed my eyes, it's you I see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now that I won't see you anymore, my tears are shed for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEE? Ikaw lang ang araw ko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Mamimiss ko sila, pero mas iiyakan kita. T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-3363703849255264594?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3363703849255264594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/04/everyday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/3363703849255264594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/3363703849255264594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/04/everyday.html' title='Everyday...'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-4656306037295874875</id><published>2009-04-03T21:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:35:09.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am what you own.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Put your music player to shuffle and answer the questions about the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Use the song title to answer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am: What You Own. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOL. I AM??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love: Someday We'll All Be Free. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OWS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate: Disenchanted. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOOO! MY MCR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need: Scooby Doo Theme Song. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOLOLOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have: Unare! Tessaiga! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YES! I HAVE INUYASHA'S SWORD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care about: Eine Kleine Natchmusik. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hihihi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that: Irreplaceable. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siya? Oo naman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was: Tomorrow's Way. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sino na ngayon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish: Prelude to a Kiss. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WTF!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that: Cat and Mouse. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another WTF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worship: I'm Only Me When I'm With You. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TAYLOR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with: In Fate's Hands. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crave: Tonight. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's the best thing about tonight!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would die for: Halloween. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would!? Don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could: Broken Man. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wrong gramming. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will: Tied Together With A Smile. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wrong gramming again. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to: Adventured Act. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wala na ba talagang title ang magjajive sa tanong!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is: Seventeen Ain't So Sweet. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aw, saklap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Use the first line of the song to answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad says that if I want to get far in life, I have to do this:&lt;br /&gt;- Hey girl you know you drive me crazy. *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;The best day in life would involve doing this:&lt;br /&gt;- I took a chance. *astig*&lt;br /&gt;Some days all I can think about is:&lt;br /&gt;- This night, walk the dead...&lt;br /&gt;When I first see my best friend, I tell her:&lt;br /&gt;- Well when you go, don't ever think I'll make you try to stay. *aww. no way!*&lt;br /&gt;When I'm trying to get to sleep, I think about:&lt;br /&gt;- Hey, dad, look at me... *not really*&lt;br /&gt;When I'm about to die, my last words will be:&lt;br /&gt;- Bakit wala ka pa? *Ironic. Sila magsasabi ng "bakit wala ka na!?" LOL*&lt;br /&gt;I want people to think I am:&lt;br /&gt;- Listen close.. as the rain falls down to the ground.. *WHAT. THE HELL.*&lt;br /&gt;My three most desired wishes are:&lt;br /&gt;1) You know you are the center of my attention..&lt;br /&gt;2) One more game before you go, we'll stay up late for one more show&lt;br /&gt;3) I see the sweat is dripping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas day when I saw my presents, I said:&lt;br /&gt;- I am stolen. *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;I finally found out what true love was, so I:&lt;br /&gt;- Today is a winding road... *WOAH*&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to tell the person I love that:&lt;br /&gt;- I've gone for too long living like I'm not alive, so I'm going to start over tonighteginning with you and I *Wee.. Hahaha!*&lt;br /&gt;Here's how I'm going to change my life:&lt;br /&gt;- I see your face in my mind as I drive away&lt;br /&gt;When I'm graduating, here's what I won't stop thinking about:&lt;br /&gt;- Oooh, baby, don't you know I suffer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Use the singer or band to answer. ( If it's not a male/female and it's supposed to be, shuffle til it is. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend: Simple Plan [go teen angst!]&lt;br /&gt;My mom: Alicia Keys [idol!!]&lt;br /&gt;My dad: Will I. Am [woah!]&lt;br /&gt;My favorite teacher: Secondhand Serenade/ John Vesely [he's a teacher!?]&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend: Simple  Plan [Woah. My bf is my bf! I love it!]&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother: Taylor Swift?? [nooo!! my other idol!! degraded to a grandmother!]&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather: Silent Sanctuary [weeeeee... tahimik naman eh,]&lt;br /&gt;My worst enemy: Simple Plan [again?? WTH. Maybe pag nagLQ kami.]&lt;br /&gt;What I name my first girl: Paramore [nyah!?]&lt;br /&gt;What I name my first boy: Red Jumpsuit Apparatus [nyah?]&lt;br /&gt;What I name my second girl: Taylor Swift [wahey?? after the grandma??]&lt;br /&gt;What I name my second boy: We the Kings [nyeh?]&lt;br /&gt;My cousin: Paramore [wtf?]&lt;br /&gt;My idol: My Chemical Romance [yey!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww. Bored. LONELY! Tired. Discovering things. Pirated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-4656306037295874875?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/4656306037295874875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-what-you-own.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/4656306037295874875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/4656306037295874875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-what-you-own.html' title='I am what you own.'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-3371019071616014066</id><published>2009-03-14T01:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T01:06:54.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Illusions [Random thought #1]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had hopes. He was holding my hand so tightly, and he caresses it. But then, i knew. I knew when she was in the room. He still loved her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she still loves him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were me, would you blindly ignore the truth and tell yourself it is just an illusion... or would you say to yourself, "Hey, you knew it all along. You asked for it." ? As of now, I tell myself... "This is better than nothing. At least I was able to hold your gaze for a while."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of saying "Will you hold my hand and never let go? Will your eyes look only at me?" But he will never hold my hand, for his are stiff and full and I can never catch his attention, for his eyes are empty with longing for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hope, no chance. I wasted my time, and I continue to do so. Lucky are those who do not get hurt for the person they love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-3371019071616014066?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3371019071616014066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-thoughtstory-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/3371019071616014066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/3371019071616014066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-thoughtstory-1.html' title='Illusions [Random thought #1]'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-7282337648667505229</id><published>2009-03-10T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T06:41:23.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A stupid emotional slump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only things I sense are the pungent odor of the toilet and my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Shit,' I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a high state, I immediately went into a slump. Oh that darn slump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People do not, I REPEAT: DO NOT, have to point out that I am never gonna have a chance. They don't have to keep on going on telling me he's never gonna be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because HE ISN'T, and NEVER WILL BE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wonder why I keep looking outthe window.. when I know he isn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-7282337648667505229?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7282337648667505229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/shit-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/7282337648667505229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/7282337648667505229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/shit-day.html' title='Shit Day.'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-4798744915243546391</id><published>2009-03-08T18:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T04:59:18.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln0"&gt;A love story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: IF this doesn't touch you, you have no heart. AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln7"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel and Jasmine are sitting alone in the park one night....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln11"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daniel:&lt;/span&gt; I guess we are the left overs in this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); 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                curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln20"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasmine:&lt;/span&gt; I think so... All of my friends have boyfriends and we are the only two persons left in this world without any special person in our lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln21"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daniel: &lt;/span&gt;Yup I don't know what to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln22"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasmine:&lt;/span&gt; I know! We'll play a game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln23"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daniel: &lt;/span&gt;What game?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln23');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln24');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln25');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln26');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln27"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasmine:&lt;/span&gt; For 30 days, I'll be your girlfriend and you will be my boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln27');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln28');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln29');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln30');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln31');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln32');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln33"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daniel: &lt;/span&gt;That's a great plan! In fact I don't have anything to do for the following weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln33');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln34');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln35');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln37');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln38"&gt;They watched their first movie and they both became emotional because of a romantic film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln38');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln39');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln40');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln41');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln42"&gt;They went to the beach and had a picnic. Daniel and Jasmine had quality time together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln42');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln43"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY 12:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln43');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln44');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln45');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln46');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln47');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln48');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln50');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln51');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln52"&gt;Daniel invited Jasmine to a circus and they went to a Horror House. Jasmine was scared and when she tried to touch Daniel's hand, she touched someone else's. They both laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln52');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;" id="ln53"&gt;DAY 15:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln53');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln54');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln55');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln56');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln57');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln58');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln59');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln60');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln61');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln62');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln63');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln64');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln65');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln66"&gt;They saw a fortune teller down the road and they asked for their future advice and the fortune teller said: "My darlings, please don't waste the your time. Spend the rest of your time together happily." Then tears flowed out from the teller's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY 20:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln66');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln67');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln68');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln69');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln70');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln71');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln72"&gt;Jasmine invited Daniel to go to the hill and they saw a meteor. Jasmine mumbled something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY 28:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln72');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln73');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln74');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln75');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln76');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); 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                curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln84"&gt;Jasmine and Daniel sat in the park where they first decided to play this game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln85');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; 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I'll buy you one. I'll just go down the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln89');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln90"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasmine: &lt;/span&gt;Apple juice, that's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln90');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln91"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daniel: &lt;/span&gt;Wait for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln91');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln92');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln93');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln94"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen minutes later, a stranger approached Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stranger: &lt;/span&gt;Are you a friend of a person named Daniel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln94');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln95"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasmine:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, why? 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                var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln99');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln100"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stranger: &lt;/span&gt;A reckless drunk driver ran over him and he is critical in the hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:57pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln100');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; 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                var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln105');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="ln106"&gt;The doctor went out of the emergency room and he handed out an apple juice and a letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doctor: &lt;/span&gt;We found this in Daniel's pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln106');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; 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Your smile, everything, I cherished. You were everything ever since we played this game. Before this game ends, I would like to ask you to be my girlfriend for the rest of my life. 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I don't want you to die! I love you! Remember that night when we saw a meteor, I mumbled something. I said that I wish we would be together forever and never end this game. Please don't leave me Daniel.... I love you too! You cannot do this to me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the clock strikes 12. 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You will never know when they will be gone from your embrace. If you were given a time to bestow petals of everlasting compassion and love to your loved ones, GRAB THAT CHANCE to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I LOVE YOU AND I HOPE I NEVER HAVE TO LET YOU GO."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln148');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-4798744915243546391?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/4798744915243546391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/4798744915243546391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/4798744915243546391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-only.html' title='If Only...'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-1482810503753108592</id><published>2009-02-21T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:17:51.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Romeo, with love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Many people believe that first love never dies. However, I was not one of those many. I am a firm believer of "first does not always last". I was one who can easily move on with these kinds of heartaches. Do you think I really loved at those times? I think not. If I have gone along without any grave feeling of lingering admiration,  could that have been my first love? I know it may be harsh, but I somehow suppose it is merely action carried away with emotion and situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there is a time in my life where a certain crush stayed inside my mind for too long. Although, at some point, I did not acknowledge my fondness for him, it suddenly reemerged. This was one person I could truly not let go. He is definitely not the first guy that I had a crush on, but I believe this person is my first true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk at times but we really do not engage in personal conversations. We have a connection in school, but greeting each other is not really a habit. I think this is for the better. I truly think that if I get more than glimpses of him, I will melt down and die. I always feel awkward when he is there, but I feel comfort and glee as well. Sometimes, I think that his eyes follow my moves and during those moments, my heart beats double time although I also think that I am just imagining him staring at me. When I close my eyes, it is usually his face that I see. I always look out of our classroom window just to see if he will pass by, anticipating for the time that I will see him. It feels wonderful, watching him close by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that what I feel for him now is different from what I felt from other boys before. Although they brought out some feelings, it is the first time I have risked loving someone who gives me many disadvantages - he is about to graduate and more importantly, he is in love with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have realized that he will never know what I feel, I would like to express my utmost gratitude to God for letting me meet this person and love him the way I do. Although he is in love with his Rosaline, and the end for the possibility of 'a  time for us' is very near, he will always be my Romeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting all there's left to do is run&lt;br /&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story baby just say yes...&lt;br /&gt;~ Love Story by Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/Sa6YnKdaoMI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Ri3T3KjjSaQ/s1600-h/Bwallcoo.comD_Anime_girl_girl_f23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/Sa6YnKdaoMI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Ri3T3KjjSaQ/s320/Bwallcoo.comD_Anime_girl_girl_f23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309348809306448066" 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/3522766503751292265-1482810503753108592?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1482810503753108592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-romeo-with-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/1482810503753108592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/1482810503753108592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-romeo-with-love.html' title='To Romeo, with love'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/Sa6YnKdaoMI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Ri3T3KjjSaQ/s72-c/Bwallcoo.comD_Anime_girl_girl_f23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-5975784724086649164</id><published>2009-01-27T00:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:22:31.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zephyr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The soft wind very gently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taps onto my heart&lt;br /&gt;It whispers oh so quietly&lt;br /&gt;‘Come on, this is the start!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I knew,&lt;br /&gt;I was dancing with the stars&lt;br /&gt;And although this can’t be true,&lt;br /&gt;We were able to reach Mars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I saw&lt;br /&gt;Before I open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Was me playing the piano&lt;br /&gt;While waves behind me arise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are but crazy illusions&lt;br /&gt;And some things that I just hear.&lt;br /&gt;For these all happen on occasions&lt;br /&gt;When I encounter a zephyr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;[version 2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soft wind very gently tapped onto my heart&lt;br /&gt;And whispered so softly, ‘Come on, this is the start!’&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I knew, I was dancing with the stars.&lt;br /&gt;Although this can’t be true, we actually reached Mars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everything turned black, then to a thousand hues&lt;br /&gt;I did not do anything, no option to choose.&lt;br /&gt;And so I ran, and I ran with all of my might&lt;br /&gt;And closing doors behind me was a tiny sprite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In nothingness, I realized before I roam&lt;br /&gt;That I arrived at a place not that far from home&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I saw before I open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Familiar strangers saying bittersweet good-byes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are but fake reality inside my mind&lt;br /&gt;These are but soft rowdy voices and of the kind&lt;br /&gt;These are but crazy illusions and things I hear&lt;br /&gt;For these all do happen when I meet a zephyr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SX4rr0bUoNI/AAAAAAAAAOc/MWpecPlRrco/s1600-h/AnimeGirl23-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SX4rr0bUoNI/AAAAAAAAAOc/MWpecPlRrco/s320/AnimeGirl23-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295718243641893074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-5975784724086649164?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5975784724086649164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/01/zephyr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/5975784724086649164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/5975784724086649164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/01/zephyr.html' title='Zephyr'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SX4rr0bUoNI/AAAAAAAAAOc/MWpecPlRrco/s72-c/AnimeGirl23-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-338862206349628581</id><published>2009-01-26T23:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T11:37:28.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Slight Anxieties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just so you know, I think this post is really out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-=-=-=-=-=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;#1: JS Prom&lt;br /&gt;I really have no idea on what to wear and who I'll dance with. Although I have someone in mind, it is an absolute fact that I'll never be  able to dance with him. That's why I'm already asking guys who are close to me to ask me to dance on that day. Just so my going there is not wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: desSert&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that I like him. Point one, he's somewhat taken. Point two, we are not close. Point three, he doesn't give a damn on those who like him. Point four, I gave three points already. I'm already depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: Backlog&lt;br /&gt;I have so many of these and I hate it. Stupid RAT, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4: Out of School Youth again&lt;br /&gt;Although I like being excused from lessons, I hate the setback being excused gives me. I have to review for the MTAP and go to Pisay on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5: Semi-finals and Finals&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;very nervous&lt;/span&gt; about the Campus Idol thing. Just talking about it or hearing stuff about it makes me nauseous! Gosh, how can I compete with this kind of attitude!? I want to perform, but the low self-esteem I have pulls me down bit by bit, and I'm starting to sink into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6: PTC&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to say about this, except... I REALLY DON'T KNOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really just hope that all of these anxieties subside over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SX3iR96RqCI/AAAAAAAAAOU/4tSa93jgwhk/s1600-h/think.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SX3iR96RqCI/AAAAAAAAAOU/4tSa93jgwhk/s320/think.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295637535162214434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-338862206349628581?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/338862206349628581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-slight-anxieties.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/338862206349628581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/338862206349628581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-slight-anxieties.html' title='Some Slight Anxieties'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SX3iR96RqCI/AAAAAAAAAOU/4tSa93jgwhk/s72-c/think.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-3914508680552690149</id><published>2009-01-23T10:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:35:58.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAT, Idol Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nope, our school has not been infested with rats and I do not idolize these pests. However, our school life was filled with reviewing for the Regional Achievement Test and my life has been full of singing, as always. Anyway, this week was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PT 3.2.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our first day of periodical tests being a Friday, the first day of the week has turned into the second test day. The tests were actually somewhat easier than before, but I don’t think that guarantees that my score would be high. I just hope that all the reading I have done while practicing my song paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Campus Idol Auditions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon of the second day of PT turned out to be the eliminations of the juniors and seniors for the Campus Idol while our Friday turned out to have shortened period to give way to the eliminations of the freshmen and the sophomores. I must admit, I sucked on stage. I am way better without the microphone. However, I managed to qualify for the semi-finals. Let's hope that I also qualify for the finals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Redistribution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class has been distributed to different classes due to this RAT review. Because of this reshuffle, there has been a drift within our class. For example, my best friend said that she became shy while talking to us just after a day of being in the Oxygen class. I got really annoyed because of that, since she doesn’t have to feel that way. However, I also understood her point of view. At least we had a dramatic reconciliation in the waiting shed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was a tiring one indeed. However, I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was enjoyable. I wonder how I’ll catch up though, since the day after the RAT exams next week, Kat and I would be reviewing again for the MTAP Division Contes&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;t. Oh, the hectic school life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Till next week,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tenten ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SXxmX1owUlI/AAAAAAAAAOM/d7f4Cggy3Pk/s1600-h/anime_girl_fav92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SXxmX1owUlI/AAAAAAAAAOM/d7f4Cggy3Pk/s320/anime_girl_fav92.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295219821601903186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-3914508680552690149?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3914508680552690149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/01/rat-idol-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/3914508680552690149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/3914508680552690149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/01/rat-idol-week.html' title='RAT, Idol Week'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SXxmX1owUlI/AAAAAAAAAOM/d7f4Cggy3Pk/s72-c/anime_girl_fav92.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-5449041148819286810</id><published>2009-01-09T22:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T01:40:54.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subject of the Week</title><content type='html'>...is called "MATH". Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review, review, review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat, Bles, and I were excused for the whole week [along with the other PEM people and some contestants who aren't] to review for the MTAP Math Challenge Elimination Round which happened a little while ago. Although we kept on having fun while reviewing [laughing out loud, having our own contest, etcetera], I believe we were able to really study for the contest. It was also a major factor that we had Geometry last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomorrow's Way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be having our 3rd PEM session tomorrow! Let's hope for the best so that I won't sleep during class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something Different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our English and Filipino school organs were released today! I was so excited and I was barely able to read it! I swore right the and there that I would never fold them. Did I mention I have a glossy copy of both? Ayeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone Different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels kinda weird... but I don't like 21 anymore. Instead, my crush from before has emerged! And... what's weirder is that it all happened within a matter of days! It was like, I was screaming because of 21 this day, and the next one I don't like him anymore. Can anyone tell me why!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Idol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's probably because I didn't go to the club meeting, but I didn't know about Liriko holding the Campus Idol thingy. And according to my classmates, I'll be joining it! Whoa... I want to, but I hope my nerves don't get wrecked too much! Also... Ma'am May gave me shocking news this week - if you're from CNSHS, you'll be watching me singing Amazing Grace solo on Family Day, with just a Saliw member to accompany me and interpret the song! Another major WHOA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many weird things that happened this week, including someone talking to me from out of the blue. Weird, as in. But happy, of course. I totally love this week! I wonder what would happen to me next week, being excused and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;Tenten ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SWoq7c9TbwI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TR5R8gpfliY/s1600-h/AnimeSchoolFriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SWoq7c9TbwI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TR5R8gpfliY/s320/AnimeSchoolFriends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290087913174036226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-5449041148819286810?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5449041148819286810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/01/subject-of-week_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/5449041148819286810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/5449041148819286810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2009/01/subject-of-week_09.html' title='Subject of the Week'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SWoq7c9TbwI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TR5R8gpfliY/s72-c/AnimeSchoolFriends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-1204265975707439466</id><published>2008-12-31T23:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:35:13.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks Over Food [A New Year Special]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A reporter asked a person on the street: "How much fireworks have you bought?" The person replied that he bought about P4000 worth of it, and when he was asked if he had prepared anything for the Media Noche, he gave a big fat no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has the world gone mad for exploding thingamajigs? I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News mostly cover people in hospitals get treated for having an accident with these firecrackers, and sad to say, some people still make the stupidity of  blowing themselves or others up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of careless handling of these sparklers, not only do we harm ourselves, we also miss the main idea of celebrating the incoming year. It's about the Media Noche. It's about the different rituals in the house. It's about watching fireworks handled carefully or professionally. It's about getting full and drunk with people you trust and love. It's about leaving the outgoing year with hopes and plans for the new year that you know will give you a fresh new start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that we all leave the blowing yourself part of every new year. It's not all about that. It's about facing the future with confidence and conviction, a ready and sound mind, and a smile on your face while saying...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2009, are you ready!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;By the way, happy new year to you, dear reader. Welcome 2009 with a smile, right there, right now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tenten ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SVuqWQODjuI/AAAAAAAAALw/7YRN2pNpzcg/s1600-h/Pandora_by_kuridoki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SVuqWQODjuI/AAAAAAAAALw/7YRN2pNpzcg/s320/Pandora_by_kuridoki.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286005886937173730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-1204265975707439466?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1204265975707439466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/12/fireworks-over-food-new-year-special.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/1204265975707439466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/1204265975707439466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/12/fireworks-over-food-new-year-special.html' title='Fireworks Over Food [A New Year Special]'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SVuqWQODjuI/AAAAAAAAALw/7YRN2pNpzcg/s72-c/Pandora_by_kuridoki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-4370355768841228127</id><published>2008-12-19T22:10:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T12:17:23.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis the Season...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Christmas is almost here! With that, we also have our Christmas break. But before that, our school had given us some memories to remember while we're far and away during the Yuletide season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PT 3.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, our tests come before we have our Christmas party. This year was no different although I must note that the exams were somewhat easier than the ones in the earlier quarters. I just hope the results would also be better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of Silent Night, Jingle Bells, and Winter  Wonderland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This year [again, like last  year] our school Christmas party consisted of games and contests. One of these is the Christmas Chorale, where we will sing a Christmas song as a choir [obviously!!]. Well, we came out as winners, and the juniors became so happy! [Grand slam, they said. I hope we don't get arrogant though, because what we did is not enough to prove our worth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Sleigh bells ring, are you listening,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;In the lane, snow is glistening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Walking in a winter wonderland...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the three years that I have stayed in CNSHS, I really do believe that the best one is this year's. Although our program was nothing but boring, our class' idea of fun this year is having our own official t-shirt [which is adorable], having cam trips as a class, and singing with Magic sing!!! Yehey!! I was pretty happy, giving gifts to different people, making friends with Sir Ces again, and having pictures to upload... but I became sad when, at the end of the day, I found out that 21 wasn't there anymore... Wah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I won't miss people during the vacation, because it would just lessen the enjoyment factor... Well, guys, see you all next year, when 2008's over and 2009 comes rolling in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Till next week,&lt;br /&gt;Tenten ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SU2B7-CsNeI/AAAAAAAAALE/dGbAiQ50iHA/s1600-h/fsn-christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SU2B7-CsNeI/AAAAAAAAALE/dGbAiQ50iHA/s320/fsn-christmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282020805242009058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-4370355768841228127?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/4370355768841228127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/12/tis-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/4370355768841228127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/4370355768841228127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/12/tis-season.html' title='&apos;Tis the Season...'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SU2B7-CsNeI/AAAAAAAAALE/dGbAiQ50iHA/s72-c/fsn-christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-1655520886533722414</id><published>2008-12-08T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:55:51.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When once my fangs were bared...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;"Awaken to darkness on this place we call Earth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;One vampire's bite brings another one's birth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vampire wakes with blood thirsty needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the warm rich sensation he feels when he feeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stalks in the night like a disastrous beast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what once was alive will soon be deceased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the last bit of sunlight disappears from the sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better watch out unless you want to die."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Victoria Boatwright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I believe that ever since, I had a fascination for vampires. It only took some time for me to realize that fact. Now, I am more than fascinated - I am addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first encounter with them is with the Interview with a Vampire, which I watched when I was, like, in fourth grade - 9 or 10 years old? That movie captivated my interest for a long time; I kept on searching for its title since I didn't know it back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second would probably be Vampires Will Never Hurt You, a song by My Chemical Romance. [Not much of an exposure, I know, but I believe my attraction to the song was because of the word 'vampires' in the title. Or maybe that was just me loving MCR...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third would be mangas, especially my first ever vamp manga, Bloody Kiss. That introduced me to the world of dhampirs, half human half vampires, who [based on the manga] are stronger than the real vampires since the former can see the weakness/es of the latter. After this, I look for and buy different mangas with relation to the topic. Some of these are Vampire Princess Miyu, New Vampire Princess Miyu, Rosario + Vampire, Midnight Secretary, Chibi Vampire, and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vampire Kisses, the first book of a series by Ellen Schreiber, was made into the manga and I bought both the book and the comic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two biggest influences: Vampire Knight and Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I started Vampire Knight in the anime, I also read the manga. Anyway, the flow is just the same. This is where I became addicted to biting. [I haven't gone psycho, but I really do bite myself sometimes...] Since the manga and the anime are both not done yet, I still am on hold with this series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Twilight Saga, however, really took a hold on me the minute I started reading Twilight. It's a good thing my godmother is the one who's buying me the saga, since my parents would never have allowed me to buy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It saddens me that many people just discovered the wonder of vampires due to the Twilight movie [which kinda sucked, actually, compared to the book]. It also saddens me that people get so good at pretending that they are ultimate fans of Twilight when they haven't even read the book/s which is/are so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What saddens me most is that they pretend that they are addicted to vampires as long as I am/we are. Hypocrites! You don't even know what they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this post doesn't hurt anyone. I'm just letting out feelings here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;"I am neither good, nor bad, neither angel nor devil, I am a man, I am a vampire." &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;  -Michael Romkey (I, Vampire)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SV2NrCaVdtI/AAAAAAAAAMg/SpFFWwW4W5w/s1600-h/snapshot20080518131646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 137px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SV2NrCaVdtI/AAAAAAAAAMg/SpFFWwW4W5w/s200/snapshot20080518131646.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286537308124051154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SV2NrXBqwyI/AAAAAAAAAMo/zlC0C4YU2hM/s1600-h/kaname-yuuki.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 137px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SV2NrXBqwyI/AAAAAAAAAMo/zlC0C4YU2hM/s200/kaname-yuuki.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286537313657733922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i380.photobucket.com/albums/oo248/cinamminlady/100_0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 154px;" src="http://i380.photobucket.com/albums/oo248/cinamminlady/100_0027.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-1655520886533722414?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1655520886533722414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-once-my-fangs-were-bared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/1655520886533722414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/1655520886533722414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-once-my-fangs-were-bared.html' title='When once my fangs were bared...'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SV2NrCaVdtI/AAAAAAAAAMg/SpFFWwW4W5w/s72-c/snapshot20080518131646.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-439640913725896534</id><published>2008-12-05T22:10:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:58:15.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments of Agony</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This week was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wasn't what I expected it to be. I foresaw that it would be a bad one, but I never imagined that it would be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; bad and that it would have many good sides too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close, open...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was someone who had opened up to me about a common problem of people our age - love. Come on, it was not like I was persuading him, but he did. The revelation can be described in one word - SHOCKING. Never once in my life had I imagined it was possible. Due to his sharing of secrets, I was somewhat affected since our situation was quite alike. We like taken people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topic above leads us to another addition  [although slight] to the depression meter this week - me not seeing "him" which causes me missing him, which makes me miserable for three days, until we meet awkwardly in the hallway and until I see him with his large circle of friends. After those incidents, expect me smiling. ☻&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Predator Issues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been something irritating me for the whole week, and it has left me feeling bad. Another plus in the meter. This time it's about someone close to me who's drifting off to Darth Vader. Please, stay away from him. You'll only be faced with much trouble. I'm afraid you might change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"...and so the first predator ate the second,&lt;br /&gt;and saved the prey from doom."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Neither odd, nor even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The second grading rankings for our class was already out. It turns out that I'm tied with Kathleen at 1.5 with an average of 96.33. Following are Sheila, Bles, Ria, Froi, Enji, Darleen, Jenny and Aaron, respectively. It seems the tension is about to rise soon... [There was this incident that I was surprised with, though. A classmate said "Ang galing mo!" to me - something I never really expected.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Itchy Feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have gone out of school during lunch twice this week for trips to 7-11, etc. and that is a new record. I decided to, since this way I get to spend some time with Mai, Darleen and the others. Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heroin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"You are exactly my brand of heroin.&lt;br /&gt;I'll don't want to take your life away from you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These lines I said to Darleen, as she is my current addiction. Not that I'm gay or anything, but I think the way she smells to me is the same as Bella smells to Edward. By the way, she was the one who picked me as her baby for the kris kringle! Weee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Family Matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki, Squeezy and I have been spending much time together these days and it felt good! Weee... how sad daughters, your daddy doesn't know you exist! TT.TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another Celebration!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of family, it's my father's birthday today!! Happy birthday pa!!! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Funny Bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Moji tickled our class once again when he cracked so many jokes, especially involving the topic about errors. Those ones sent my classmates into hysterical laughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"Your nose may be an error, but you are not all nose.&lt;br /&gt;So you may only have about 5% level of significance."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;[conversation of a student and Sir Moji]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Sir: What is your perception of error?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Student: You, sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Sir: Ah, I may be an error but I look good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Student: That's another error, Sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess this week wasn't that bad after all. Maybe the emoness in the atmosphere affected me much so it seemed like this week was such a drag. I guess I have to learn how to fight the lugubrious presences around me... Wow, I used a new spelling word! I hope next week, the mood would be better in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;Tenten ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/STlPUS-gBKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/B2Q-hr2Rf84/s1600-h/untitlede+ropr3i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/STlPUS-gBKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/B2Q-hr2Rf84/s320/untitlede+ropr3i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276335648551208098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-439640913725896534?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/439640913725896534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/12/moments-of-agony_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/439640913725896534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/439640913725896534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/12/moments-of-agony_05.html' title='Moments of Agony'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/STlPUS-gBKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/B2Q-hr2Rf84/s72-c/untitlede+ropr3i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-5623007430964700356</id><published>2008-11-14T20:53:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:56:47.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isolation Process</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A week of excuses... A week of tension... In short, a week of isolation. It was not totally fun and games! But it was a time of shallow happiness and weird happy feelings. Some "equations" I learned these week are the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Intensive Review = Laugh Trips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What took up much of my time this week is the contest that Kuya JL, Kuya Michael and I will join - the Cavitewide Search for Math Wizards. The review started last Friday, which consisted of watching the funny-looking Dana Mosely teaching us different and difficult Trigonometry stuff, answering the stupid multiple choice problems of a math book where the answer is always non of these for us since there really is no answer, and laughter. Let's see... 30% watching, 20% answering and... 50% laughing. What progress we have made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Analytical Geometry = Frustration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already depressed with the Anal Geom PT last week, and it became worse now that I know my grade - failing. I never expected this instance to happen again!!! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pencil + 5 Long Bond Papers + Color Pencils + Fun + Dismay = Comic Strip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I spent some time during this week trying to finish my comic strip and, sad to say, I wasn't able to. Waah! Now I have to do some overtiming on Sunday (I can't do it tomorrow, I hav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;e the contest) and hopefully it would be done by then. It's a good thing I was able to extend my deadline, since I would have died trying to finis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;h this today. PTC!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;PTC =???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nd that leads us to the next part of the program, the PTC. My grades have astonishingly increased, and so has my average. My goodness, I thought everything would have gone lower!! Thank heavens... There is no ranking yet though, so I'm not at all calm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Intersection of Flag Ceremony &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Retreat = 3N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; week, our class was in charge of the flag ceremony and the flag retreat, although the former was not carried out. As for the latter, I didn't know the song for the doxology, but the rest was fine... I think. Oh well, this was just another instance where I got to stand in front of the whole school [aside from the other  times I was part of the group who led these "programs"].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tables Turning with "The One" = Ultimate Happiness + Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that made me ultra happy this week was that I'm the one leaving 21, instead of me being left by him. And what's better? When I left, he left too!! Yeeee.... 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this week gave me the feeling of being left out, it also left me with a happy feeling inside... I hope the things I feel from the classroom be just some kind of paranoia I always have had... And I hope my happiness will always remain. You too, reader!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Till next week,&lt;br /&gt;Tenten ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/STNi39uaooI/AAAAAAAAAJs/STu1KHDSCHw/s1600-h/anime-girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/STNi39uaooI/AAAAAAAAAJs/STu1KHDSCHw/s320/anime-girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274668302182556290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-5623007430964700356?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5623007430964700356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/11/isolation-process.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/5623007430964700356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/5623007430964700356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/11/isolation-process.html' title='Isolation Process'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/STNi39uaooI/AAAAAAAAAJs/STu1KHDSCHw/s72-c/anime-girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-5253047360417200525</id><published>2008-11-09T10:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:42:46.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teamwork at its best! (--,)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yesterday was Module day! My best buds [Mai, Kat and Justin] and I met up in Kat's house to do the said project, only to end up going to my house since the internet in theirs hates us and mine seems the next logical resort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;At first, it was somewhat playful, until we got serious and did the project properly - typing, editing, lay-outing, putting pictures... the works. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What was supposed to be a day-only project turned out to be an overnight since we weren't done by the time it was 11 o' clock. Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ey called home to ask permission [Kat's dad was pretty calm, Mai seemed to shout at her mother, and Justin's call was not answered., probably since his "housemates" were asleep.] and as soon as they were granted, my mom became the ultimate host, providing t-shirts and toothbrushes. [They didn't, by the way, use any of these.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I was the last to sleep, since I got to nap while they were doing their stuff. I really relied too much on my group mates this time [sorry guys!] so I hope they didn't get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; cranky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SVzOinahKmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5WDak_9tK98/s1600-h/Picture+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 117px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SVzOinahKmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5WDak_9tK98/s320/Picture+100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286327156717202018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SVzOie0rqJI/AAAAAAAAAMI/OjPsPJUzgqo/s1600-h/cmli+081.jpg"&gt;    &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SVzOie0rqJI/AAAAAAAAAMI/OjPsPJUzgqo/s320/cmli+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286327154411022482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[Kat and Mai: busy. Module mode!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SVzxUAgR2oI/AAAAAAAAAMY/AEhmuRLbz6Q/s1600-h/Picture+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SVzxUAgR2oI/AAAAAAAAAMY/AEhmuRLbz6Q/s320/Picture+098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286365388661185154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[Enji: Having fun with the sleeping bag! LOL XD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SVzOD_ZP_xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/bkXAK2xsUWQ/s1600-h/Picture+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SVzOD_ZP_xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/bkXAK2xsUWQ/s320/Picture+102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286326630578388754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[To go: A pic before my friends go home. T.T]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, this overnight was a first. It was to do a module! It was a good thing we finished most of it, and I just had to edit some... Whew! What an exhausting and fun day!! [or should I say night? LOL.] Too bad Ian wasn't able to join us, he missed a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, have I mentioned this was Enji's first time to have an overnight at our house, much more to be in our house? Ah, the sweet irony of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tenten ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SVzODiWP1UI/AAAAAAAAAL4/fbDHT1ZBhbQ/s1600-h/chibi-naruto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 153px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SVzODiWP1UI/AAAAAAAAAL4/fbDHT1ZBhbQ/s320/chibi-naruto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286326622781166914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-5253047360417200525?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5253047360417200525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/11/teamwork-at-its-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/5253047360417200525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/5253047360417200525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/11/teamwork-at-its-best.html' title='Teamwork at its best! (--,)'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SVzOinahKmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5WDak_9tK98/s72-c/Picture+100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-601293529336016440</id><published>2008-10-31T22:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:59:49.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another (Baguio encounter + Pile of assignments + Celebration)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The SEMESTRAL BREAK!!! One of  the holidays students have been waiting for. This one is not exceptional that much... not!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CMLI Capers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to Baguio was actually fun. Although I felt before that it wouldn't be much exciting, I enjoyed it very much, probably also because the people I was with were nice! I got to be close with most, if not all, of them. [yehey!] It's also a good thing that we arrived there early, since we were able to get rooms at the first floor of White Hall. That reminded me of the YES! Camp 2007, since we stayed in the same hall, but we were in the third floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/STqRioXz2DI/AAAAAAAAAK0/cDRHxozwRhQ/s1600-h/cmli+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/STqRioXz2DI/AAAAAAAAAK0/cDRHxozwRhQ/s320/cmli+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276689937556822066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;[Us, waiting for our rooms to be settled and ready.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Contests&lt;/span&gt;. I joined two - the Radio Drama and the VJ Hosting Contest. In both, I/we didn't win [waah! T.T] but  at least had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Workshops&lt;/span&gt;. That part was also great. I had to attend the VJ Hosting Workshop [Kuya Eidref, my JC-NEB crush, was there!] since I'll join the contest and although I was reluctant to push through with it, I decided to attend the said workshop. Little did I know it was fun! Kuya Earl Guico, our speaker was so funny and we even learned how to do palmistry! And, he praised me during one of our exercises, saying he saw something in me since day 1. Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ceremonies and Symposium. &lt;/span&gt;Boring! I'd say these were like the plenary sessions of YES! Camp. I sleep through them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Commission Discussion. &lt;/span&gt;Another happy part of CMLI. I got to learn many games like the focus ring, crossing bridges blindfolded, stinger, prui, and 'Do you love me?' game. Kuya JC, our faci [short for facilitator] was great and I also made friends with some of my commates. GO COMM 21!! [oh yeah, we were block 5 in Olympinoy, which I barely attended.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/STqRjAiRi1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/N1L-fKKEb0A/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/STqRjAiRi1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/N1L-fKKEb0A/s320/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276689944043162450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;[Our comm! Give me a two, give me a one... All for one, 21!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disco Socials.&lt;/span&gt; The place was like a disco bar, and I was like a bird out of a cage. I was dancing like crazy and wanted more! Although we weren't able to stay for the sweet dance, I got to have some fun with my schoolmates while dancing. It's once in a lifetime, so I had my fill!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shopping and sightseeing.&lt;/span&gt; Of course, in every trip, it is inevitable that we would do this. This has got to be the best part of the trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/STqRiOxjUhI/AAAAAAAAAKs/si1zTdd6OVc/s1600-h/Picture+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/STqRiOxjUhI/AAAAAAAAAKs/si1zTdd6OVc/s320/Picture+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276689930685469202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;[By the entrance of the Botanical Garden, taking a picture with the hip Igorot oldies]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Busybee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I wasn't in school the day the school readied for sembreak, I was shocked to know the assignments waiting for me when I arrived in Cavite. The number was overwhelming! I think I would cram like what I usually do this weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Month-end Celebration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only is it the last day of October, it is also my mom's birthday! Our family went out with a buch of family friends and celebrated in King Bee. Then the party continued at our house! Happy birthday Ma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think two days are enough for me to consider this week our sembreak! *sigh* PT's are next week... Oh no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;Tenten ^_^ &lt;/div&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/STqQeE0XfRI/AAAAAAAAAKk/N9yU5lzj7lw/s1600-h/3195928662a7359921395l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/STqQeE0XfRI/AAAAAAAAAKk/N9yU5lzj7lw/s320/3195928662a7359921395l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276688759781817618" 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/3522766503751292265-601293529336016440?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/601293529336016440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-baguio-encounter-pile-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/601293529336016440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/601293529336016440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-baguio-encounter-pile-of.html' title='Another (Baguio encounter + Pile of assignments + Celebration)'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/STqRioXz2DI/AAAAAAAAAK0/cDRHxozwRhQ/s72-c/cmli+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-1505912343291354543</id><published>2008-10-10T22:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:03:46.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intrams + Koreans + Birthday = Self-explosion!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Wanna know why self-explosion? Probably since this is one of the best weeks of my life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Hamyeonghamnida! Annyong haseyo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words greeted our school's visitors from Jeollabuk-do Office of Education last Tuesday, which was the main reason why our intrams was delayed for one day. Though I felt bad at first since we were supposed to have classes and I was supposed to interview some of the guests, I came to like it since I got to meet some Koreans. One is Mr. Jerry Mun, who became close to us within such a short period of time. There was also an instance when I greeted a Korean woman with "Annyong haseyo" and a bow, and she said "beautiful" to me. (Well, that's what Katrina and I heard.) Also, I got to speak with Kim Junsung! What a first time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SPHQ9nq3ToI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wWNoSfgE3vQ/s1600-h/Ten+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SPHQ9nq3ToI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wWNoSfgE3vQ/s320/Ten+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256211997157445250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The same day that the Koreans came to our school, someone I really like said I love you to me! You'll never imagine how that could have happened!!! I was so happy at that time!!! It was very... unexpected!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I told some people about it and their reaction was one and the same - "WHAT???"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...don't I have the right to be happy?? [emote?]&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sportsfest Fever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I believe that this is the best intrams ever! Though at first I hated the idea of having the teaming by year level, I felt better about it once the sportsf est has started. We had many great cheerleaders and yellers, wonderful drummers, and amazing players. Never mind that I didn't get the team of my dreams! Although, it is the third year in a row that the team that I belong to got second place in the over-all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Making history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I didn't get to play my favoite sport in this intrams, but I was able to play basketball, where I was able to shoot twice (thus contributing 4 points to our team) in the first game and make history in the championship game. Why? I think I'm the first person to take off my glasses and hold it in my hand before I shoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Start of something new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the intrams going on, I also made new friendships with some of the first years. Cool, right? That's why this sports fest is the best - I got to meet different people and make friends with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celebrate good times, come on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This October, many people I know have their birthdays: Alpha, Carlo, Esie, Ate Micah, Ate Ralyn, Kuya John, Pamela, Kodie and Claudine. Is someone missing? Yup, me! I think this birthday is the best! So many people from school personally greeted me, the whole school sang a birthday song during flag retreat and I got one of the best gifts of my life although it is just a card... I so love this day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We got some party over here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invited some of my friends over to our house for an overnight. Although my two best friends, Katrina and Maikka, weren't able to stay, it was okay that they still came. As for the overnight... It was great! The overnighters (Aaron, Bles, Zab, Jenna, Nobie, Viellka, Chala, Carlo, Justin M.) said so, anyway... I thought I was pretty boring, actually. So I was so happy to hear that they enjoyed their stay. Do you think it's because of the food? Just joking! Thanks for everything guys! And thank you very very much to my mom, dad, grandmother and grandfather for the wonderful party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SPJvnU6cJrI/AAAAAAAAAIM/arqVL-8ST_Y/s1600-h/Ten+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SPJvnU6cJrI/AAAAAAAAAIM/arqVL-8ST_Y/s320/Ten+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256386436514195122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After considering the events that happened this week, I think this really is one of the best weeks of my life. Although it may not seem like I'm too enthusiastic or happy about it, I really did enjoy this special week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Countdown till self-destruct... 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Till next week,&lt;br /&gt;Tenten ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SPJvnQ9g4OI/AAAAAAAAAIU/WoTMxetMVf4/s1600-h/anime_girl_fav0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SPJvnQ9g4OI/AAAAAAAAAIU/WoTMxetMVf4/s320/anime_girl_fav0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256386435453346018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-1505912343291354543?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1505912343291354543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/10/intrams-koreans-birthday-self-explosion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/1505912343291354543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/1505912343291354543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/10/intrams-koreans-birthday-self-explosion.html' title='Intrams + Koreans + Birthday = Self-explosion!!!'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SPHQ9nq3ToI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wWNoSfgE3vQ/s72-c/Ten+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-1306355567315553079</id><published>2008-10-09T15:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T19:15:53.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kick it, Pump it! [Intrams Day 3]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SPHCvU8ABoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/rwMPUSkUgpI/s1600-h/ten+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SPHCvU8ABoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/rwMPUSkUgpI/s320/ten+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256196358448088706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After defeating the Blue Vaio, Red Macintosh defeated the Yellow Asus in Sepak Takraw Girls Championship Game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Although junior player Alpha Colocado suffered a sprain since the day before, she together with Karen Vie San Juan and Isidra Cruto won over the Yellow Asus players not only once, but twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;After winning against seniors, the red team proceeded to the game against the yellow team. Since the sophomores haven't lost in any game, the juniors needed to beat them two times. In both cases, the Macintosh turned out victorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerers from both teams roared out their yells to boost the spirits of the Sepak players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though many of the points of each team came from faults in service, both teams still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;showed skill and determination. Truly, their perseverance in practicing gave the teams a great advantage over others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO MACINTOSH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-1306355567315553079?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1306355567315553079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/10/kick-it-pump-it-intrams-day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/1306355567315553079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/1306355567315553079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/10/kick-it-pump-it-intrams-day-3.html' title='Kick it, Pump it! [Intrams Day 3]'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SPHCvU8ABoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/rwMPUSkUgpI/s72-c/ten+075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-675164078564660500</id><published>2008-10-08T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:36:33.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freshie Girls Got Game! [Intrams Day 2]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SPGsmmlUtvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/kzt4mBAB9Ik/s1600-h/Ten+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SPGsmmlUtvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/kzt4mBAB9Ik/s320/Ten+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256172019310180082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of the games of the second day of the sports fest was volleyball, where girls from Green Acers and Red Macintosh faced with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This happened exactly after the basketball game of the same teams, where some of ithe red team's players were also players for volleyball. With this fact, no wonder some of the best volleyball players said they were not in the condition to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After three sets of rallying between the two teams, the freshmen emerged victorious. This was the time when Helen, a first year student, started to get famous, with volleys hard to return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The same day, the female Acers were also able to defeat the other two teams in volleyball. Unbelievable? No. Amazing? Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Macintosh volleyball players will stand up once more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-675164078564660500?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/675164078564660500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/10/freshie-girls-got-game-intrams-day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/675164078564660500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/675164078564660500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/10/freshie-girls-got-game-intrams-day-2.html' title='Freshie Girls Got Game! [Intrams Day 2]'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SPGsmmlUtvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/kzt4mBAB9Ik/s72-c/Ten+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-8635532405916729118</id><published>2008-10-06T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:07:37.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumpstarting the Sportsfest [Intrams Day 1]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SPGrh7VJ3wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/JJOL1ONQs_0/s1600-h/Ten+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SPGrh7VJ3wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/JJOL1ONQs_0/s320/Ten+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256170839468531458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With &lt;/span&gt;grace and perseverance, CNSHS students began the intramurals with the cheer dance competition. Showcasing different steps and grooves, the audience roared with excitement as each team presented the performance they all worked hard for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every movement, CNSHSians watched with enthusiasm as they saw their schoolmates dance with much vigor. Even the guests of the day were taken aback by the energy given off by the cheer dancers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling through every cheer, yell and song, the dancers were not only able to entertain the other students, teachers, and guests but also lift up the spirits of the players who will play in the following days of the sports fest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole school shook with anticipation as the results of the winners were announced. What came up was that the Green Acers was fourth, Yellow Asus was third, Blue Vaio was second and Red Macintosh was first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there were some who shouted pull-downers, the champions for this event continued to celebrate their victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Great start Red Macintosh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-8635532405916729118?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8635532405916729118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/10/jumpstarting-sportsfest-intrams-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/8635532405916729118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/8635532405916729118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/10/jumpstarting-sportsfest-intrams-day-1.html' title='Jumpstarting the Sportsfest [Intrams Day 1]'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SPGrh7VJ3wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/JJOL1ONQs_0/s72-c/Ten+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-5168669804327573860</id><published>2008-10-01T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:39:10.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I! You're the one I idolize...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;If you were asked about a person you admired how would you describe him? Is he kind, beautiful inside and out, generous, lovable and caring? Or is he courageous, wise, responsible and confident? Whichever adjective you choose from these, even one word can describe the person I idolize -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A confident person, she faces all challenges with much determination. Not only that, she is decisive as well, one way of seeing her genuine wisdom. Being tolerant and patient, she forgives mistakes I do, no matter how grave they may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was able to change my life in many ways possible, and with this, I was able to learn many things. She helps me in everything I do and makes sure I am never alone. She guides me in my journey across the path of life and with her all, she cares and loves me more than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though sometimes she reprimands me with very simple things and chides me with a loud voice, I've come to accept the fact that she does not do this for her own happiness but as guidance so that I would not go astray from the path she helped lay down for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She is someone I would not exchange for anything in this world. She may be just anyone to you, but she is everything to me. Though it may sometimes not seem like it,  it's true. You are the world to me, my one and only mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SPGo3Jk14vI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xtlKT1DVEQ0/s1600-h/mama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SPGo3Jk14vI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xtlKT1DVEQ0/s320/mama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256167905534796530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-5168669804327573860?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5168669804327573860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-youre-one-i-idolize.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/5168669804327573860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/5168669804327573860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-youre-one-i-idolize.html' title='I! You&apos;re the one I idolize...'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SPGo3Jk14vI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xtlKT1DVEQ0/s72-c/mama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-6920876332852147570</id><published>2008-09-26T22:10:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:52:14.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine after the rain ^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank God this week has given me more blessings! No matter how depressed I was last week, this one probably overrode it with some kind of happiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You haunt even my dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It seems Math is everywhere this week. From our real Math, to Analytic Geometry to Chemistry, the numbers are in an infinite array! Speaking of the first two subjects mentioned, you woulnd't believe how equations keep on popping up in our lessons! It's very... redundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pass Confirmed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this Baguio thing on October 25-29, and I really want to join. I was allowed! Wahoo!!! When Ma'am Nazareno asked us about it, six people were sure (including me, of course.) Guess what? Froi will join! Shocking, right? Aaron too, and hopefully, so will Maikka and Bles. If so, that would be the best triip ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're such a loser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad... I looked at the results in the internet this Tuesday when we had free time at school and I received the bad news - we didn't get into the Math Trail Finals!!! Anyway, I enjoyed the contest very much so I have no regrets in joining it. Only the shouting thing, which  I've decided since last week not to internalize too much, and this loss are the downsides. You can look at all the upsides in the previous post about this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still about the Mothership&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I talk about PTs and something of the like. Since Ma'am Tenny told me to just get the part two of the periodic test this week, I got it this Monday. It was moderately easy, if you want to now. The AP test, on the other hand caused series of nose and braain bleeding! It was hard, for crying out loud! What a great contrast to the "easy" our teacher told us. Last one is the remedial in MAPEH, though we didn't have it this week since our teacher wasn't around. Next week, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Countdown!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two weeks left until our Intramurals and it seems like everyone's psyched. I don't think I'm that excited though. There are lots of paperwork to prepare so it seems more like a head ache than something I'd enjoy. Anyway, I signed up for badminton so I hope I get to play it. It has been my ambition since first year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Squeezy, with love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Ajae's birthday today! The pizza was nice, it was from Pizza Hut! Mmmmm... Yum yum!! There were photo sessions too, as expected from us Nitrohenyos! Thanks and happy birthday Jae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goodbye, Sergeant Keroro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Zoologists started dissecting frogs this week! Actually, that was onereason why I didn't want to take up Zoology. I find my co-Analytic Geometrists weird when they say they want to dissect too. Don't they find "dissecting" angles more convenient? (Hahaha, I just cracked a joke!!! ^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shout it to the skies!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found something about my crush today, and OMG I just could not believe it. I hope it's really true, though it may not seem like it. But still, if it's true, nothing will probably happen, right? What a waste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, the time has come to end this post. Emo much??? Hahahaha... Next week would probably be a long one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Till then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tenten ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SOjQ8QYdZzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3KtNbehguiY/s1600-h/1127183732_uizzesCalm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SOjQ8QYdZzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3KtNbehguiY/s320/1127183732_uizzesCalm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253678698935969586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&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/3522766503751292265-6920876332852147570?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6920876332852147570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunshine-after-rain_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/6920876332852147570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/6920876332852147570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunshine-after-rain_05.html' title='Sunshine after the rain ^_^'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SOjQ8QYdZzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3KtNbehguiY/s72-c/1127183732_uizzesCalm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-3908971111710331659</id><published>2008-09-19T22:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T07:53:02.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Week Yet. T_T</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It seems school is taking a toll on me... I hate this week so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First of all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I would like this first part to be a tribute to the main source of our sufferings - the periodical tests. Actually, we are to have four days of it, since English and AP are to be taken at days different from what is scheduled (only to find out that English has 2 parts, these are to be taken separately meaning for two days and AP will be taken next week). The first day tests were supposed to be comprised of Math and Stat only, but we rescheduled and transferred the Filipino. The tests that day are somewhat long, but partly easy.Second day tests were the exact opposite; It was a good thing I got exempted in Physics, 'cause word is, it was deadly hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Almost but not quite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the second day of PT, we were supposed to go home since it was half day. But I didn't. I had to review for the Math Trail, a contest I will take part of on Saturday. Instead of intensely reviewing, I was instructed to just study the calculator functions, etcetera. I wonder if we have a chance?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am Reptar, hear me roar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried today, waahhh... And that is because of a teacher!!! I never expected him to yell at me like that. I actually don't like to cry that time, but when our adviser talked to me, I was surprised that there were tears falling from my eyes already! To Ma'am Rhea, Ma'am Tenny, most of my classmates, other friends (like Paulo) and Ate Amery, thanks for the kindness and care you gave me. Thanks for worrying, it really meant a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally, a good side!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing that happened this week was laughing with Bles. The new catchphrase "You're very scary!!!" will always be followed by laughter!!! Thanks for those uncontrollable pieces of noise Bles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Bloody Side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought that it's about the checking of the periodic tests? Well, maybe... But, nah! Too much trouble! This week I was introduced to the DVD version of Vampire Knight which belongs to Ate Kim. I want to watch it but I think I won't have the time to watch it yet! Waahh... I'm really addicted to vampires so I am pretty much excited about that anime! (I also want to read the manga, though...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since tomorrow is the contest, I have no idea why I stay up so late... I don't want to sleep??? Oh, believe me, I love sleep... Sleep, sleep... Okay, I'm sleepy now! Besides, my mom's telling me to sleep not later than 10:30!!! Better be obedient now. I hope we get included in the finals! Watch out for the updates on the contest. The results would probably be out next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;Tenten ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SN-EQbO6WlI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YaTOl3U_zWY/s1600-h/p6px2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SN-EQbO6WlI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YaTOl3U_zWY/s320/p6px2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251061108260362834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-3908971111710331659?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3908971111710331659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/09/worst-week-yet-tt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/3908971111710331659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/3908971111710331659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/09/worst-week-yet-tt.html' title='Worst Week Yet. T_T'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SN-EQbO6WlI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YaTOl3U_zWY/s72-c/p6px2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-6671234205819175738</id><published>2008-09-12T22:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T09:24:17.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired. </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;I never understood how school is heaven at one time then becomes ultimate hell! And then, there are times when everything keeps on repeating, and nothing makes sense anymore. I k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;eep on thinking about it, but still, everything's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;the same!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following details are what made this week not the same, either temporary or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;permanent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Half Saebyok for a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This Monday, I was what I hate the most - excused. I hate being absent from school! The moment I woke up, I felt like there was some kind of foreign body iin my eye. Nothing my mom or I did helped. Even after I went to school, my eye still hurt! It was a good thing that my mom told me that they would be fetching me from school after they finished their case (operation, okay? They're doctors!) &lt;/span&gt;since I couldn't handle the pain! It turned out that it was exposure keratitis, probably because my hand was on top of my eyes and the eyelid was pulled up leaving my corneas exposed to dry. What's with the half Saebyok thing? Well, in a Korean drama I really love, Saebyok (the lead girl) was blind before a doctor who died, gave her her corneas. What's the connection? Well, I spent the whole day after the check up with an eye patch, sleeping for six hours! (I made up for the lost sleep I had the night before... with the aircon!) Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mother, mother...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aaron showed us a video of his mom in the 'Dancing Heads' booth in one convention she attended. The song his mom lip synced was 'I Will Survive' and I didn't know that she was so good at it! At first it was like she was hesitating but after some time, she looked like she was really into it! My classmates and I were not only enjoying, we were surprised too! Another funny thing related to mothers: Aaron guessing my mother's name. We were talking about something related to her, and he can't quite recall it! After a series of guesses he blurted out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Braguda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt; and Bles and I laughed. Is that even a name?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that 3N is really a group of deaf people (no offense guys!) today. During our Filipino time, a comment which was a joke made Ma'am Tolentino say "Bad!!!" in the tone she uses when she says "Good bye!" to us. That made most of my classmates stand up and say "Good bye Ma'am!", mistaking bad for goodbye! I was going to stand too, but I saw the face of Ma'am. So, I didn't. We kept on laughing about it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Special Mention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was one full of tension due to the fact that there had been some special mention of names during class - for those who aren't that quiet when they should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Going Japanese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought sushi to school today, which was a first. When I opened the Tamago sushi (the one with egg and rice), I barely got to eat one since my classmates helped themselves to it!!! The California maki was what I had to myself... Yum yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh my, my, my...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, we will have the much awaited (ows?) periodic tests, just as I said in my last post... Uwaaah! This will probably be the cause of sleepless night and books for props (joke! Peace out!) So, sayonara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Till next week,&lt;br /&gt;Tenten ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SMsVMMtzcdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/oLgp-piO_y0/s1600-h/anime_girl_fav192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SMsVMMtzcdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/oLgp-piO_y0/s320/anime_girl_fav192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245309490319028690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-6671234205819175738?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6671234205819175738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/6671234205819175738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/6671234205819175738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m tired. &lt;whew!&gt;'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SMsVMMtzcdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/oLgp-piO_y0/s72-c/anime_girl_fav192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-3555815501953993831</id><published>2008-09-05T22:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:50:51.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew! DXD</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And such a week had to pass. I most definitely am not feeling good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Cold in the Heat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The intro is because of this aggravating cold that I have now. Include sore throat! (And still, I keep on singing and shouting!?) I can hear a song… ‘I don’t feel good! Tenenenenenenen…’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Will you…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you’d thought that the continuation of that line is “marry me?”, then you are pretty darn close. But “accept my problem proposal?” is more appropriate. We started ‘proposing’ to Sir Mojica the problems that we should have thought of within the past three months. But there is some kind of complication. We just think of problems at least two days before proposal day. And! There has to be eight problems, which is way out of our league since we cram even for one. For every week of September, we have to have 2 problems. I sense more cramming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;And suddenly, we can’t.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Remember the entry 'Laugh while you can'? Well, we can’t. Yeah, we still give out landslide-inducing laughs, but we can’t treat a day happy anymore. In short, we’re tired, depressed and bad trip. And that's probably due to the topic above. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Chosen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After checking the activity about October Sky, Ma’am Tenny asked us to answer essay questions related to it orally. Little did we know that she was choosing people who would be entered as the contestant for the on-the-spot speech! And, you probably guessed it, I’m included. But I still have to compete against some of my classmates and some seniors. Yikes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tardy + Late = No Classes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There was a problem this week. Since our Research time was extended, we became late in Physics! On top of that, we walked slowly. III – F timed us and it was 3 minutes and 20 seconds. Result: Our teacher didn’t conduct the class. It was a good thing that the next day, she already did and it was as if nothing happened. I hope it really didn’t, and I hope it won’t. Ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;New addition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am a mommy. I have offspring. Two, to be exact. I named them, just like any mother would. One is named Squeezy. The latest addition to our family is Yuki. I have another one coming, and I believe it is a boy. Aww, c'mon, don't tell me you actually believed all that! Well you should! Since it's true. Squeezy (Ajae) is my daughter since second year and Yuki (Jenny) just started being my daughter this week. Oh yeah, they have a father, but he doesn't know. What he does know about is the boy. I have a question. Can you hear me laughing? 'Cause I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movie Marathoners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Finishing the October Sky and Dekada '70 is what we were up to this English (aside from the activities) and Filipino time (aside from the letter stuff) this week. Both were actually nice! The not nice part is that we are to make movie reviews for these two. Awww.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To Karissa! Our serious ever-so-BU president. BU, if ever you're reading this, happy birthday again! (Belated, haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I need more, swiftly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am addicted to Paramore and Taylor Swift, as you may have seen if you are my classmate since I always sing their songs. I listen to them day and night! OMG, I so love Hayley and Taylor. They're the best! That inspired me more to start an all-girl band, which, I believe, Katrina will help me with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think that's all I want to talk about for this week. By the way, I think I'll have to sneak off to type the blog for next week since it's time for the periodic tests the week after that!! Awww... I still want to do the blog, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;Tenten ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SMOGi3nvcBI/AAAAAAAAAFU/2dsd73qgDeE/s1600-h/anime_girl_pic_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SMOGi3nvcBI/AAAAAAAAAFU/2dsd73qgDeE/s320/anime_girl_pic_19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243182324793700370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-3555815501953993831?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3555815501953993831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-such-week-had-to-pass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/3555815501953993831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/3555815501953993831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-such-week-had-to-pass.html' title='Whew! DXD'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SMOGi3nvcBI/AAAAAAAAAFU/2dsd73qgDeE/s72-c/anime_girl_pic_19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-6780481912865140931</id><published>2008-08-29T22:10:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T22:50:40.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This week is one of the best yet!!! Seriously, totally!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August is a holimonth!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you would know if you are my schoolmate! For this month, there are so many free days! First there was the 5 day vacation from August 15 - 18 (Due to Maragondon Fiesta and Ninoy Aquino Day), then the 3 day vacation from August 23 - 25 (Due to National Heroes' Day)... And thank God again, there was a one-day vacation last August 27 (Due to NCAE). These "vacations" are very useful, if you have schedules that are so clogged up and if you have assignments you don't have the perseverance to do. (like me!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Princess sits on the throne&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We had our PTC today and my golly it was nerve wrecking! The anxiety everybody else feels is like half of what I feel! But... what came out was actually good news!!! I am the one, the only, one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: normal;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intrams... To be or not to be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There have been sayings that the intramurals are next week, and there have been news that says it would be after the PT... which is a long way to go. We had a team meeting this week and after one whole hour of shouting, laughing and conversing there was progress, only to find out that there is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a great possibility that we will have it by year level. How sad, I already like our team!!! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sure crack me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a teacher who is known for telling uber cory jokes but this time, he was able to make us laugh. The joe goes like this: "My student once told me that 'Sir I have insomnia, but when I go to your class, I get cured immediately'. Did you get it? &lt;repeats the="" joke="" with="" us=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laughing like crazy&lt;/span&gt;&gt; I think the reason he mentioned this was because he noticed our brains were about to pop out of our heads due boredom and we seem really... sleepy.&lt;/repeats&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The guessing contest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am one of the top five in the semi-finals I joined in the 'Tagisan ng Talino', I also joined the grand finals this afternoon. As usual, I guess the answers to most of the questions (albeit I can answer many too...) There is suspense, because the winner will be announced next week (I think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*sigh* I just totally, honestly like this week. I hope the following weeks will be kind to me too... See you next week guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;Tenten ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SNUNW3N2N0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/cGuWr2KnUl0/s1600-h/normal_anime_girl_fav76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SNUNW3N2N0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/cGuWr2KnUl0/s320/normal_anime_girl_fav76.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248115627200493378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-6780481912865140931?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6780481912865140931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/6780481912865140931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/6780481912865140931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!!!'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SNUNW3N2N0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/cGuWr2KnUl0/s72-c/normal_anime_girl_fav76.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-7150685089018736208</id><published>2008-08-22T22:10:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T02:28:56.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh while you can... XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This week has been packed with laughter, and much as I hate going to school these days, I'm pretty happy while we are at our center of learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starting a new craze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Blez and I have become uber crazy seatmates this week. We (actually she) started the "This/That is the &lt;insert superlative="" adjective=""&gt; &lt;insert superlative="" adjective="" here=""&gt; &lt;insert superlative="" adjective="" here=""&gt; thing under the sun!" to be added with "in the world today!" by me. Following is an incontrollable series of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how high or how low my scores are in the PT 1.2, they still look murdered. Wahahaha!!! I'm pretty contented with my scores since most of them are high, but still... there's that nagging feeling when you give any low grade to you mother!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PT 1.3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the PT we had last week, we also took the test given by DepEd. Darn! Most of the questions are answerable by, obviously, guessing. Five tests for English, Filipino, Math, Chemistry, and Social Studies were given (one each, of course) to 30 students which included all 3N students and some imports from the other section. During the test, we never failed to do what we do best - make some noise!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To cure, or to induce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drank the SLK (Sampalok, Luya, Kalamansi) decoction we made at home in Chemistry this week. It was supposed to be a cure for sore throat but I think the taste would make it all worse, hahaha! But seriously, I don't think anyone would be better with mine, since I put at least five packets worth of sugar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artistically Impaired? Nah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Speaking of Chemistry, I applied my artistic talents, if I ever had any, to the project we made for an hour. I am so proud of my work, since I believe that's the first project that I had drawn a cute person. (See, I told you I had some artistic talents! Peace!) But honestly, I like it so much. Even my concept is something to be proud of. [By the way, I'm not bragging. I just really am proud of my work. I hope you'd be proud of me too. &lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;insert superlative="" adjective=""&gt;&lt;insert superlative="" adjective="" here=""&gt;&lt;insert superlative="" adjective="" here=""&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Headaches of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to laugh, but too much of it makes my head ache... Speaking of head ache, I hear that the PTC is next week! OMG... What would be the outcome? You would soon know... If  the PTC will happen on the week they said it will, then you will see it posted on my blog post next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;Tenten ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SNUVB-lqb1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/OKtuMQ0J6MY/s1600-h/anime-151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SNUVB-lqb1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/OKtuMQ0J6MY/s320/anime-151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248124064495202130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;insert superlative="" adjective=""&gt;&lt;insert superlative="" adjective="" here=""&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-7150685089018736208?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7150685089018736208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/08/laugh-while-you-can-xd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/7150685089018736208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/7150685089018736208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/08/laugh-while-you-can-xd.html' title='Laugh while you can... XD'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SNUVB-lqb1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/OKtuMQ0J6MY/s72-c/anime-151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-2819136146322292450</id><published>2008-08-15T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:14:07.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell once more!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If you are one of us, you would definitely understand why hell is the ultimate word to describe this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will burn my dread...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the ever-so-hated periodical tests are back for the second time! T.T As usual, they are deadly hard. But that's part of the past now, isn't it? The problem now is the scores... Which is a bigger one than the PT itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And who said you won't look?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While studying for the 2nd day of PT, I wasn't sleepy too much. Wanna know why? I had an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inspiration&lt;/span&gt;... And it was because we saw each other, and he smiled. I ran away (What?!? I was shy!) but the image of him giving me a friendly grin was very... satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Field trip fever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this segment is not a tribute to the field trip. In fact, I am quite disappointed in its outcome. Although I enjoyed much of it, I didn't enjoy the fact that my brain was pounding on my skull and that I became lethargic the next day. Also, my classmates were sick! (Well, they were two, but one didn't go to the field trip.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What the...?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something has been trying to get my attention this past week. I have no idea why, but I seriously don't like it. I have been relating this to some people and their reaction is one and the same... "What the &lt;insert favorite="" word="" after="" what="" the=""&gt;?!?"&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;insert favorite="" word="" after="" what="" the=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Fiesta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those living in Maragondon, happy fiesta! I went there to the Anacay house and chatted with the people I know there, namely Jeboy and Ajae (Hello to you!). Anyway, I was sad that I didn't get to go to Aaron's house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Till next week,&lt;br /&gt;Tenten ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SKkSTq4jzdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/0GtxkhEYSuU/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SKkSTq4jzdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/0GtxkhEYSuU/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235736170933243346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-2819136146322292450?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2819136146322292450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/08/hell-once-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/2819136146322292450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/2819136146322292450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/08/hell-once-more.html' title='Hell once more!'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SKkSTq4jzdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/0GtxkhEYSuU/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-8510296907649597493</id><published>2008-08-08T22:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T13:57:31.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Busyland!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I keep on wondering about surviving my junior life. And I can't find any answer just yet. 'Cause everytime I get past the gates, I feel like someone's saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Welcome to Busyland, where there is all work and no play!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Enticing? Head-splitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When "boring" becomes habit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, we have different classes but it is always the same expression... "Boring!" There is also a sense of anxiety as we wait if there will be a quiz or a hard seatwork... By the way, we had two long tests - Math and Analytic Geometry. I told you, all I can talk about when it comes to studies is brain bleeding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Project = Problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;This time, a LOT of projects were given to us... WaAaAaH! We have Arts, PE and English. That's not many? Well, just wait till you do this! Arts' is a stained glass project which is very hard especially if you don't have cutting skills. PE is a group project but still - making a DUMBBELL?!? English, you can divide into two: The talk show skit including the never-done script which is by group and the power point which is individual!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuous cramming is very healthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...for those who want to die!!! I promise you, it is very much &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;advisable (Like hello, of course it isn't!!). Obviously, for me to say this, I have experienced a series of sleeping spells. NOT! Actually, I haven't been cramming this week, instead, I sleep on things! I should have done our script, but I still haven't and I rely on my group mates once I arrive at school. Stupid! So today, we tried to finish the script (Written, mind you, and not computerized; that, again, is my fault.) within one hour and thirty minutes. I heard the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;theme of Mission Impossible. But, once again, we asked for an extension. Request granted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When your time is short (Part II)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's time for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;their &lt;/span&gt;eyes to pop out of the sockets. It's our time to have the shortened period!!! We had 30 minutes per class! We didn't do much, as expected. (I mean, how much can you do within 30 minutes? And sometimes the teachers are late since they are busy with the preparations for the field trip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Say hello tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We aren't much excited about the field trip, though. I wonder if it was nicer than we expected? All I know is, I don't want to wake up at 2 am tomorrow! So I better sleep now! There would be a photo story posted within the next week, so watch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Till next week,&lt;br /&gt;Tenten ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SKkNX20daQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/_DICYg3PYnU/s1600-h/1136424962_dreamygirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SKkNX20daQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/_DICYg3PYnU/s320/1136424962_dreamygirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235730745298610434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-8510296907649597493?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8510296907649597493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/08/welcome-to-busyland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/8510296907649597493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/8510296907649597493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/08/welcome-to-busyland.html' title='Welcome to Busyland!'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SKkNX20daQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/_DICYg3PYnU/s72-c/1136424962_dreamygirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-2953201656414162971</id><published>2008-08-01T10:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T08:10:42.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Old, Same Old... {repeat to infinity}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;And here I am again reporting the routine of my school life! Joke! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When the pres is not around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This Tuesday (we don't have classes this Monday since there was a "storm" which is more like the SONA), we, the English Club members and officers, were the ones who led our flag ceremony. For that, we had to prepare so the night before, my co-member KATRINA rang me at about 9 pm to look for songs and hello cramming! Ate Micah wasn't there, so we don't have anyone to arrange everything. Oh man, it was problematic! But, at least we did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Industrious much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Another set of visitors went to school this week. This time, evaluators. And so we spent 2 hours worth of classes last Wednesday for cleaning our specific parts... And this whole week I was very persevering when it came to cleaning... but not in studying... Wahaha... T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Safe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because of this cleaning thing, someone was saved! Katrina, one of my two besties, left her PE uniform!!! And with the no classes for two hours thing, her anxiety was thrown away like yesterday's newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When your time is short (Part I)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The first and second years will have their field trip tomorrow and so they had their shortened period today. It was so unfair seeing them hurry out of school! But no need to worry, we'll be having ours next week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We're not the only ones!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With the shortened period of freshmen and sophies, I thought we are the only ones that are left behind since I thought that the seniors will also be half day (they will be having their UPCAT the next two days...) but I stand corrected. There are still fourth years left, though I'm not sure if all were there for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mangalicious!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Darleen &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;ntroduced yet another manga that will satisfy my cravings: Let's Get Married! I haven't started, but I am looking forward to it! [And now I am advertising: join my mAnGaLiCiOuS group in Friendster! I will definitely appreciate you joining, reader!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uwaaah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And since I have nothing more to talk about except bleeding brains, I would like to bid you adieu! I know this post is short, and I'm sorry! It's just that... my life is boring as of now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Till next week,&lt;br /&gt;Tenten ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SKi9nQpJn6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/h_KIK84Yu5c/s1600-h/SchoolGirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SKi9nQpJn6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/h_KIK84Yu5c/s320/SchoolGirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235643048998313890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-2953201656414162971?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2953201656414162971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/08/same-old-same-old-repeat-to-infinity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/2953201656414162971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/2953201656414162971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/08/same-old-same-old-repeat-to-infinity.html' title='Same Old, Same Old... {repeat to infinity}'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SKi9nQpJn6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/h_KIK84Yu5c/s72-c/SchoolGirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-1706673190040481765</id><published>2008-07-25T22:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T18:03:42.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers to the ups and downs of life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Once again, a frustrating week. As I said to Mai, it is NOT a prolific week. Somewhat fun, but still boring! Humdrum much?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saengil chukha hamnida!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh so many people had their birthdays this week. First off is Ma'am Arceo, who had it on July 20, but I forgot. So she nagged me when I we met in school. "Hindi mo ako binati!!!" Next up is Kim Joon Sung's, the Korean! I actually gave him a card say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ing happy birthday and welcome to the school... I know it's stupid but... whatever. It was personally made and I asked Maikka to draw an anime girl for me. It was cute!!! I hope Kim likes it... I personally gave it too, though I said "Someone asked me to give this to you." STUPID with the capital S!!!! I should've just said "Happy birthday" to him! Last but not the least, Ma'am Alcantara. Her b-day was on July 23, but she wasn't in school though. Molec went to her house. I didn't, since I didn't know there was a celebration. {I wonder whose fault that was...}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Firefighters and Singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I got what I wanted and more. I sang in Chem and I danced CALABARZON for two consecutive days! Strike 2?!? I can't believe it! Anyway, the sessions were fun because of Ma'am Bisa's stories about the first aid and fire fighting. Laugh trip as in! And twice, I think, Ma'am made faces, which induced a whole lot of laughter. We can't believe she did that!!! Overall, Chemistry is still my favorite subject!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smart people are good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There were people from Smart Bro who went to our school last... Wednesday and because of it, we didn't have English (we had a lecture) and AP (we had reporting). And so, noise here and there. Speaking of these two subjects they were pretty ok this week. English had some adrenalin rush because of exercises and saddening moments because of a piece we made about fathers (which can be seen below), but that's okay. AP, I'm safe! I am able to answer to Ma'am Evelyn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh so sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have sleeping in classes this week probably because I only sleep for 2-3 hours. My longest sleep was for 5 hours! So sorry to Research (I don't sleep in Stat since I somewhat like it) and HAM (Health, Arts, and Music - not PE, since I was pretty energetic about running, though I almost died &lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:11;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;from exhaustion) since I slept in those classes! Uwaaahh! I try not to, but it just happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lights, Camera... ACTION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been bringing my camera for a while now, and I have taken some weird shots and videos! So many scandals and funny stuff! I think I would post them on YouTube... See you there classmates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:11;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leaders and inductions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the induction of officers today and one word - hectic. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:11;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; had to practice for Liriko, take pictures, give out papers for PTA, and I have 3 positions in 3 different clubs! Whew! Luckily, Dardar gave off the papers and Ria took pictures. In many of them, goal was there!!! Ayiiee!!! So happy... It has been my mission to take a picture of him, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:11;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arrivederci!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somewhat started learning Italian again, and the word above means good bye. And so... Good bye! Next week again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;Tenten ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SI2YgOCaotI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NlNK2tTmS08/s1600-h/cdf015417880d8ce3c9f14ed54cbe57b_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SI2YgOCaotI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NlNK2tTmS08/s320/cdf015417880d8ce3c9f14ed54cbe57b_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228002421738480338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-1706673190040481765?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1706673190040481765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/07/cheers-to-ups-and-downs-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/1706673190040481765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/1706673190040481765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/07/cheers-to-ups-and-downs-of-life.html' title='Cheers to the ups and downs of life!'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SI2YgOCaotI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NlNK2tTmS08/s72-c/cdf015417880d8ce3c9f14ed54cbe57b_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-8643866020575004957</id><published>2008-07-22T18:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T01:13:12.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Matters Most</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SIXbZddXCPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/CZpI3yIGI2c/s1600-h/100_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SIXbZddXCPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/CZpI3yIGI2c/s400/100_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225824173084313842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;My father, posing his posable pose in Batangas ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Looking at my dad, I suddenly realize he has more wonderful traits than what I give credit for. Of course, from the usual responsible, hard-working and caring, I notice different unique ones. For one, religion is a big thing for him, as he and my mom teach us. He actually chides us whenever my brother and I do extracurricular activities like chatting. Being religious and all, he probably did what King Solomon did - ask for wisdom. I believe he is wise, since not only does he have great knowledge in stuff like geography, science and have a wide vocabulary for both English and Filipino but he is also a dependable person when it comes to problems. He is a good decision maker and this characteristic is able to help us, his family, as well as his friends when they need him. Creative is probably one of the traits of a person you usually won't see in a father, but I see it almost every day. My dad can create useful stuff out of old useless ones, design and draw, and provide my brother and I ideas for important projects. In making slide shows and documents and requirements look good, he can be  counted on. I believe that my father is really a great man. With our theme song "What Matters Most", I remember things that he does for our family, and especially for me. If always playing and hearing that song meant always having  him with me even in my mind, I'd never stop playing that CD even when scratches cover the whole surface and the song keeps on jumping. What matters most is that he became my father, and I'd use all of my life to thank God for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SIXbY-HVdoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/NeoF8B5geS8/s1600-h/2001-12-25_ChristmasDay_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SIXbY-HVdoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/NeoF8B5geS8/s400/2001-12-25_ChristmasDay_08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225824164670436994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;December 15, 2001&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SIXbYlBU_ZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zN3iJdPacs8/s1600-h/100_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SIXbYlBU_ZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zN3iJdPacs8/s400/100_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225824157934353810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;May 7, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-8643866020575004957?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8643866020575004957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-matters-most.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/8643866020575004957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/8643866020575004957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-matters-most.html' title='What Matters Most'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SIXbZddXCPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/CZpI3yIGI2c/s72-c/100_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-8336729274506947058</id><published>2008-07-18T22:10:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:12:55.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me you'll never go... {It's actually bye bye...}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What an emotionally draining week! If I'm not too happy, I'm&lt;/span&gt; very busy and burdened which would lead to slight depression. But we keep on moving on, as we should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Welcome back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SIW-AQ-wZuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/idHoFoPZTg8/s1600-h/100_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SIW-AQ-wZuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/idHoFoPZTg8/s320/100_0085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225791854400792290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A family friend came back with her family two weeks ago from Australia for a vacation and she visited us this Tuesday. She is actually my parents' godchild in marriage, so more reason for her to go. One thing I loved about the visit was Andrei, her son. He is so cute and though he isn't smiling, he seems that he is. I am very fond of him. Though at first he seemed scared and shy of me, at some point he became fond of me too, and started saying "ate" over and over again to his parents. His father, Kuya Noel, even said "Ate ka ng ate, ah! Crush mo si ate, 'noh? Yihee... Crush!" He still said ate, then followed by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crush&lt;/span&gt; three times! So cute! When they were about to leave, I went outside our house to see him off the I said good bye. He still kept on saying ate then kept on waving! T-T {Andrei, I hope you'll never forget me...}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raindrops keep fallin' on my... arm?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This week is so lonely, it keeps on crying! The rain doesn't stop for the first three days of school! And the rain also means that I can't wear my new comfortable shoes. Instead, I have to wear my old, somewhat destroyed, sock-staining ones! Wah! I hate strong rains! I prefer light drizzles... {and you with me under those falling droplets...}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phantasmally delusional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday, Jenny and I were daydreaming that the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="10" onclick="return false;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tree outside the room was of sakura blossoms and that the leaves were the sakura petals... Then someone special was there in the middle of the floating pink things waiting and smiling for me... Followed by loud, high shrieks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You'll always be my baby, boy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme song of the week is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Always Be My Baby&lt;/span&gt; and I suddenly became addicted to it. I realized that David Cook is good... And I actually like his version of the song better that MC's, though I also like hers [too lively for the message] and sing it that way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll always be a part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm a part of you indefinitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Girl don't you know you can't escape me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And we'll linger on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Time can't erase a feeling this strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No way you're never gonna shake me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Speaking of mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prey keeps on looking at me already! We had eye contact this week! Wajoo! Still can't go to #2 yet, though... How sad. He keeps on getting more handsome! [?!?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Depressing subjects of attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suninugrafica.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have no idea about this word, just that my brother made it up and we laughed about it. I believe that its&lt;/span&gt; for something irritating. And so! It fits here. Though my scores this week are somewhat high, I can't take away my feeling of resentment for studying this week. Hell, I even sleep through my assignments! Can't believe this... I don't wanna talk about things related to studies, except that I'm high in AP!!! Joke... In Chem, I can't seem to get the 100% score... Always 80% or 90% - how sad! But you know, I want to fail even once... So that I can sing. *knocks on wood three times* I love to sing, but no failing!!! Physics was ok... Full of activities, actually. Stat/Research? ZzZzZzZzZz... Hahaha! In Analytic Geom, I am able to finish the seat works already! Yay! Filipino was frustrating becuse of the monologue, soliloquy and aside... MAPEH is okay [whashevah]... English... well the speech didn't go well. And we kept on reading. Math... Gets harder every day. WaAaAaH! Poor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And so I say ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Finally, I made my blog a tad bit longer. For the past two weeks, my post about school happenings were somewhat short compared to the old ones.. So I'm proud of this one! Except for the fact that I used how sad many times, I like this post! Oh well! This is long enough! Write for ya'll next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;Tenten ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SINbjyxr5iI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7EyV0CkY_zQ/s1600-h/22a7f53f1d4b2edb658423186cb94442_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SINbjyxr5iI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7EyV0CkY_zQ/s400/22a7f53f1d4b2edb658423186cb94442_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225120663163627042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;{For You... My Heart of Sakura}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Oh darling, I'm waiting under the sakura tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Waiting for the sound of your foot steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Until then, I wait and smile, ready for you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-8336729274506947058?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8336729274506947058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/07/tell-me-youll-never-go-please-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/8336729274506947058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/8336729274506947058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/07/tell-me-youll-never-go-please-its.html' title='Tell me you&apos;ll never go... {It&apos;s actually bye bye...}'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SIW-AQ-wZuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/idHoFoPZTg8/s72-c/100_0085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-445907570138554110</id><published>2008-07-17T09:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T10:14:47.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As a matter of fact, I'm 75% Ilocano!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SIKXUGVsDRI/AAAAAAAAADk/fT89U6ccxpA/s1600-h/Pedigree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SIKXUGVsDRI/AAAAAAAAADk/fT89U6ccxpA/s400/Pedigree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224904889257954578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press the pic, if you want... ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all grow up with the weight of history on us.  Our ancestors dwell in the attics of our brains as they do in the spiraling chains of knowledge hidden in every cell of our bodies.  ~Shirley Abbott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Keep it together in the family&lt;br /&gt;They're a reminder of your history&lt;br /&gt;Brothers and sisters they hold the key&lt;br /&gt;To your heart and your soul&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget that your family is gold&lt;br /&gt;~"Keep It Together" performed by Madonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I thought at first that this was a weird assignment, but then, I take it back. It was indeed fun and looking through very old pictures made it even better. I can't even imagine this is the former look of our humble abode!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SIKd6NDy-aI/AAAAAAAAADs/gnmrl3sU3Ck/s1600-h/Old+House.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SIKd6NDy-aI/AAAAAAAAADs/gnmrl3sU3Ck/s400/Old+House.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224912140966754722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One thing I noticed about my great grandparents and their parents is that the my great great and great grandfathers are farmers (except for two - Lolo Itay, my grandmother's dad and the father of Lolo Papang, my mom's dad) and their wives were housewives. My grandma said that Lolo Felix had many siblings who were professors and they were only two who weren't. Though my ancestors were farmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s, I was informed that their lands were big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meetings are vital. These are the things that brought us here. One was of my mother's parents, Jovito Paat and Anacleta Rena. My grandmother was a pharmacist and so was my grandfather's sister. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Having been raised&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by the family of a farmer,  she deduced that  Lola Mamang is simple. Her beauty is astounding too, so my grandaunt decided to match her with my grandfather. Lolo Papang fell in love at first sight who, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; from a rich family, was a playboy back then. My grandmother didn't though. After sometime though, they got developed then got married which brought my mom and her five siblings to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father's parents met in Clark, Pampanga while serving in the U.S. Air Force hospital. My grandma was a nurse and my grandfather was a doctor there. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Having courted&lt;/span&gt; for quite a time, my grandmother, 23, said yes to my grandfather who was 27. This marriage gave way to the births of my father and my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My parents' relationship started, like my grandparents', with work. My mom knew my dad slightly when they were in high school since they both went to Philippine Science. But where they really got to know each other was in PGH, when they were in residency training. After about two years of dating, they got married in January 30, 1993. This relationship made me and my brother and brought us to the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My Obillo ancestors actually have many descendants but ironically, there is only one male Obillo left with the potential to spread the name. Our heritage, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;carried&lt;/span&gt; only by my bro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ther, is bound to be extinct! With this fact though, I still believe that a part of our ancestors flow within our veins and even without following their names, they will always be a part of us, especially of our history and making.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SIKeNfJJ4eI/AAAAAAAAAD0/tdNlqfydLZw/s1600-h/Tenten+Baby_Prone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SIKeNfJJ4eI/AAAAAAAAAD0/tdNlqfydLZw/s400/Tenten+Baby_Prone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224912472238580194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey...&lt;br /&gt;IT'S    ME !&lt;br /&gt;-------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~cute, right?~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-445907570138554110?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/445907570138554110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/07/ancestral-roots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/445907570138554110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/445907570138554110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/07/ancestral-roots.html' title='As a matter of fact, I&apos;m 75% Ilocano!'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SIKXUGVsDRI/AAAAAAAAADk/fT89U6ccxpA/s72-c/Pedigree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-5592422286030445182</id><published>2008-07-11T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T11:21:19.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG. o_O</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Haizt... What a week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Being the president of something is really tiring! And that's because I'm the president of C.A.L.S.A. which is the Crammers and Late Sleepers Association... To uphold that title, I constantly sleep late, and do my assignments in the wee hours of the night. This week was because of the SB, which I started the night of the 2nd PT and finished at 6 am today! I thought I was gonna be late again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The dreaded dreadful thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;PTs... ARE FINALLY DONE! But my problem is the scores... Of course, if I'm low, a lot of scoldings will occur. And that's very possible! T_T How sad... Especially AP! I thought I was gonna get high, then it turned out to be failing! Math was low, but expected since I was really...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;stupid at that time. Filipino was shocking, it was high! And English... all of us failed! It was JUST 81, compared to the former line of 9 scores. It was so hard! Physics and Chemistry... Never mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Earth is to be watched!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96!!! Pesos. That's what our trashes amounted to when they were weighed and converted to money last 2nd day of PT... How sad... I recorded it! Go assistant secretary! We have to reach P1 500 to be able to join the finals!!! We can do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seconds are nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the second day of PT, it was kinda busy because of the English Club. Blech! Whashevah. I'm also stealing some glances at my prey (?!?)...Ahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goal #1, ACCOMPLISHED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Speaking of my goal... Oh yeah, uh-huh! Goal #1,which is for him to look at me, is done. And he did so... TWICE! On to #2! How can I talk to him?!? And how to be close to him?!? And you know what, my friend and so called competition gave up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please don't stop the music...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, No Air... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and Reminiscence... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I got addicted to it. I love that piece, and now I have studied half of it. If only my passion for studies is as great as my passion for music... I would be so intelligent already! How sad, I can't channel my focus into school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo, Bro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school bro, Vhil, and I had some bonding time a while ago... We were just walking around school hunting for people who are not submitting articles, and talking about random things. I was doing my article for Molec then, but I still glance on to the court where the audition for varsity is held. He was watching, though. Nice, we got to talk! And there were some forcing ang teasing too! Shyable huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tooters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our English power point went well, I think. The background music is nice for me and the ending was good too! Doing that was fun - we were having pictorials and sound trips! And we promised to make TOOTERS famous! Hahaha!!! Very progressive, huh? Ows... It's good we finished eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... Pretty much difficult yet exciting week! I actually liked it, except for the PTs... Kk, see yah... next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;Tenten ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SHlFAWRgfrI/AAAAAAAAADM/EmltbStNG04/s1600-h/anime_girl_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SHlFAWRgfrI/AAAAAAAAADM/EmltbStNG04/s200/anime_girl_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222281115194130098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-5592422286030445182?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5592422286030445182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/07/omg-oo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/5592422286030445182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/5592422286030445182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/07/omg-oo.html' title='OMG. o_O'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SHlFAWRgfrI/AAAAAAAAADM/EmltbStNG04/s72-c/anime_girl_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-3116258348092751767</id><published>2008-07-04T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T06:32:43.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on, go away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I seems this week has brought nothing good to me... Waaah!! Not only is it boring, it is also not that progressive! I feel so irritated and... irritated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Battalion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have been late for two times this w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eek! Oh, man! So sad... What would happen to me?!? One was last Monday and the other was yesterday... Anyway, my so-called mom in school, Ate Micah, confessed to methat she has been late for five times within this year!!! Shucks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Blow Out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Three of my classmates had a birthday this week! Enji treated Maikka and me last July 1 (Which was his birthday) to donuts form Mister D. Then, four people I know had birthdays at the same day - July 3! They were Jenny, Ria, Elaine (who is my former classmate) and Chelzza (a sophie who happens to be in the English Club)! Happy Birthday to you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adrenaline Rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There had been some series of adrenaline rush scenes this week... which is both good and bad. Good, since it feels nice! ^_^ But bad since I know that I've become either slow or idiotic. Whatever. What I know is that I sleep during tests and seat works! And so, I have to run outside just wearing socks! Shucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is actually very boring for me. The adrenaline rushes were not enough to balance my boredom in classes! How sad... I don't wanna remember them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so irritated! For one, my goal hasn't even looked at me!!! And two, someone is competing with me for him. And she's winning. As if he's for competition, right? Shaddup! Man, he's everything... T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh what the HELL?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God... The PT is next week! We have an SB to do! There's a power point in English to create (which is why Kat, Jen and Cha will go to my house this Sunday...)! How the hell can I do all these and still study?!? Of course, my mom won't let me not study. So the SB has to wait until the day the PTs are done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so done for! Dead! Shishkebabbed! Stabbed a thousand times then thrown to a river! My God, what am I saying? Oh well... I still have to do so many things so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Till next week,&lt;br /&gt;Tenten ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SHkwtgOGtQI/AAAAAAAAADA/y0NXppB4O4o/s1600-h/chibiangel_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SHkwtgOGtQI/AAAAAAAAADA/y0NXppB4O4o/s200/chibiangel_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222258801214141698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-3116258348092751767?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3116258348092751767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/07/come-on-go-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/3116258348092751767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/3116258348092751767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/07/come-on-go-away.html' title='Come on, go away!'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SHkwtgOGtQI/AAAAAAAAADA/y0NXppB4O4o/s72-c/chibiangel_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-2766927202364626403</id><published>2008-07-01T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T09:30:44.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am... what I am...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGpcdLqvmiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SECpM1qQ0j4/s1600-h/Rubberband.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGpcdLqvmiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SECpM1qQ0j4/s200/Rubberband.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218084774680173090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After thinking about something that I can compare myself to, I almost gave up. Then I looked at my wrist and took off my baller, just to play with it. Still no idea. Then, an idea sparked in my mind. Rubber bands!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really can be like a rubber band. I am flexible, doing different things for a certain period of time once I have the will to do so. But though it may seem like I'm superwoman, stress still gets a hold of me. I get tired, and therefore lose my drive. Like the rubber band, it snaps once too much force is exerted on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once I lose my drive, I become timid and rarely amount to something good. It only reaches the mediocre level. So to all the people out there, I get tired too. Don't stretch me too much just because I seem able. That's why the term is seem. It's just an illusion-making mask. I'm still human!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-2766927202364626403?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2766927202364626403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/07/after-thinking-about-something-that-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/2766927202364626403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/2766927202364626403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/07/after-thinking-about-something-that-i.html' title='I am... what I am...'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGpcdLqvmiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SECpM1qQ0j4/s72-c/Rubberband.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-2600299565708552620</id><published>2008-07-01T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T00:56:58.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Significance, Importance, and Purpose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every once in a while, I ask myself, "What kind of life am I leading? Where am I headed to? Why is my life like this?" Of course, it's natural to talk to yourself but it's more natural that you think about what God has laid out for you and your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that all things have a purpose. As my grandmother said, "Hindi yan ibibigay sa iyo ni Lord kung hindi mo kaya." It means that whatever happens to us, it is God's will. And God's will always lead us to the better, no matter how burdensome it may seem from the outside. In the long run, you will still end up following God's will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existence. Everything we see, feel, smell, hear and taste exists. So look, touch, smell, hear and taste the person nearest you. You therefore (.*.) prove he exists. What importance does he have? Following the statement in the second paragraph, all things have a purpose. Therefore, the person you proved that existed has a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that mine goes like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I exist for four things - God, my family, my friends and the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God. &lt;/span&gt;Our Father. Our Creator. Of course I live for Him. He made me, so I make my life worthwhile. I was created to fulfill his will which is to take care of the world. And so I do. Enough said. This is self-explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Family. &lt;/span&gt;After living almost 15 years with my family, it was, is and always will be a fact that I should live for them. In exchange for their love, care, patience, tolerance and support all these while, I really want to achieve my dreams and not be much of a burden. I know I had been a bad member of our home - being difficult, disobedient and stubborn most of the time. This is why I want and need to make up for all those mistakes by not wasting everything they have given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friends. &lt;/span&gt;Many might say that you don't have to live for your friends. In fact, they aren't even that vital. Make acquaintances instead but not friendships that might affect the course of your life. *buzzer noise* WRONG! Friends make up my second family. What about you? They probably do too. Refer to the saying "No man is an island." Everybody needs friends. Especially loyal ones. I live for those kind of friends. They are always there for you when you need them and are not afraid of telling you the truth. They don't pretend like mere acquaintances do and they're your shoulder to lean on in times of hardship, like you are theirs. That's why I also live for the purpose of repaying all they have done for me, as I do very little for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORLD. &lt;/span&gt;Our world is in chaos. That's a fact. Not all places may have war and riots but the chaos that I'm talking about is the problem we all are facing now - global warming. We are people who experienced living through times of technological advances, but along with this, we are also living through the time where people talk about the end of the world and how it comes nearer as we continue to do our irresponsible acts. I believe that I am also existing for Mother Earth. I want to make a change, in a simple but noble way. For all I know, a little act might make a big difference. And when the time comes that I am already an engineer, I believe I will have more power to do this plan. I know I can make it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have many things to live for, but it always comes down to this: We strive hard to achieve our dreams in order to repay those people who had supported us all the way and through all this. And though we think that we do these things for ourselves, our family and our fellowmen, we are, in fact, doing it for God too. By developing ourselves, we develop the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-2600299565708552620?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2600299565708552620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/07/significance-importance-and-purpose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/2600299565708552620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/2600299565708552620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/07/significance-importance-and-purpose.html' title='Significance, Importance, and Purpose'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-4035917081482987250</id><published>2008-07-01T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T00:57:22.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>English Club Personal Profile... (Just for your Info *._.* )</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name: &lt;/b&gt;Katrianne Luz P. Obillo&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nickname: &lt;/b&gt;Tenten&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age: &lt;/b&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Birthday: &lt;/b&gt;October 10, 1993&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zodiac Sign:&lt;/b&gt; Libra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Address: &lt;/b&gt;253 Palosapis Street, St. Anthony Subdivision, Tanza, Cavite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Contact No.: &lt;/b&gt;505-2809, 437-1054, 505-4374&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;09217510402&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Email Add:&lt;/b&gt; ten10luz@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blog URL: &lt;/b&gt;www.morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Father’s Name: &lt;/b&gt;Noel Joven M. Obillo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Occupation: &lt;/b&gt;Anesthesiologist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mother’s Name: &lt;/b&gt;Lucila P. Obillo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Occupation:&lt;/b&gt; Anesthesiologist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sibling/s Name/s:&lt;/b&gt; Alvin Noel P. Obillo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hobbies: &lt;/b&gt;Surfing the internet, watching T.V. (especially anime), reading (novels, pocket books and mangas), writing (poems, stories and songs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Likes:&lt;/b&gt; Fun, music, performing arts, laughter, relaxation&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 9pt; text-indent: -9pt; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dislikes&lt;/b&gt;: Discrimination, mockery, pretentions, plastics, stress&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 9pt; text-indent: -9pt; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ambition: &lt;/b&gt;To be a successful industrial engineer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 9pt; text-indent: -9pt; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Affiliations: &lt;/b&gt;The Molecules (DevCom Editor), III-Nitrogen (Assistant Secretary), Young Environmentalist Club (member), Liriko (Assistant Secretary)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 9pt; text-indent: -9pt; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Motto: &lt;/b&gt;A person who fails even a million times then succeeds would always surpass a person who never failed but never tried.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Number:&lt;/b&gt; 10&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Color:&lt;/b&gt; Light Blue&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Food:&lt;/b&gt; California Maki&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Drink&lt;/b&gt;: Red Iced Tea&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pastime:&lt;/b&gt; Singing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Artist: &lt;/b&gt;Josh Groban&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; Rock, Hiphop, RnB&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song: &lt;/b&gt;What Matters Most (Kenny Rankin)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;T.V. Show: &lt;/b&gt;Two Days and One Night&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Subject:&lt;/b&gt; English, Mathematics&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Book:&lt;/b&gt; The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Expression: &lt;/b&gt;Aischam! (read: /aystjam/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;I Believe That…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life &lt;/b&gt;is one great performance - there can be no repeats, no rewinds. All we have to do is act naturally, participate actively, and hope that we’d get a standing ovation at the end.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Education &lt;/b&gt;is a very important factor in anyone’s life yet not all can avail it. This should not be since education should be for all people willing to learn and gain knowledge.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Politics &lt;/b&gt;is the usual topic in radios, televisions and newspapers yet these media usually have nothing good to say about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-4035917081482987250?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/4035917081482987250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/07/name-katrianne-luz-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/4035917081482987250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/4035917081482987250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/07/name-katrianne-luz-p.html' title='English Club Personal Profile... (Just for your Info *._.* )'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-7959699169601026670</id><published>2008-06-29T20:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T00:59:08.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsukanda!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today is probably a day of pride for us Filipinos. Manny Pacquiao won once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pacman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;While watching the fight from the computer, my dad and I can't help but react to the wonderful punches and defenses the Pinoy boxer was showing. We were so amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another stupendous thing was the fact that his opponent David Diaz was able to withstand those strong blows, and though his face was masked with blood, he still kept on fighting. It was like Manny was fighting with a lamppost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, in the 9th round, at around 12, Diaz fell. Then, he surrendered. Our own boxer won. Manny's hit was strong and took the post he was fighting with down. And hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really pity Diaz. The cut on his right eye was pretty big and it most probably hurts. His face was dripping with sweat and mostly blood. Oooohhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, I believe, is the best fight Manny had ever had. With his rapid punches and smooth defenses... As the audience banner says... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barrera, Marquez, Morales, Diaz... Is there no one else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-7959699169601026670?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7959699169601026670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/06/tsukanda.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/7959699169601026670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/7959699169601026670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/06/tsukanda.html' title='Tsukanda!!!'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-262390866149063070</id><published>2008-06-28T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T00:58:50.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emergency!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ATTENTION!!! 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ATTENTION!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ATTENTION!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ATTENTION!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ATTENTION!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ATTENTION!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ATTENTION!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ATTENTION!!! 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ATTENTION!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ATTENTION!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ATTENTION!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ATTENTION!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ATTENTION!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ATTENTION!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ATTENTION!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ATTENTION!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ATTENTION!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ATTENTION!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ATTENTION!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ATTENTION!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ATTENTION!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ATTENTION!!! 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ATTENTION!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ATTENTION!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ATTENTION!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ATTENTION!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; ATTENTION!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nothing, I just desired to promote my latest blog, whose contents are pieces of my cerebrum's schemes. Please do visit if you have the time, patience and kindness. I do know I should've used another post title and I shouldn't have used the word ATTENTION!!! 136 times, but what the hell, I want it to be accomplished anyway and the temptation is irresistible. The blog URL is http://cisumodnar.blogpot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Thank you for letting me waste your time and please pay no attention to this futile post except for the blog URL. The one preceding this is the weekly post you might be searching for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-262390866149063070?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/262390866149063070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/06/emergency.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/262390866149063070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/262390866149063070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/06/emergency.html' title='Emergency!'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-6167110033099957248</id><published>2008-06-27T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T07:41:19.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental Health 303</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"A Monday without classes is like a Monday... without classes." - Katrianne L. P. Obillo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Okay, so my craziness is creeping in to my blog.  Pardon my insanity. Go on we shall to the usual contents of this oh so OA post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Defunct&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Tuesday and Wednesday (Add a little bit of Thursday too!) were days of rest for the gears in my brain. It was totally not working. I think it even started the weekend before that, when my mother was saying my IQ got very low. God, was I stew-peed! It's like I do things the very idiotically. I can't do much right! So much for being on the honor roll...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comedically funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As usual, Chemistry is in this category. It formulated the theory: "The simple things in life are the ones neglected." It was based on the fact that the names lab equipment given in our quiz had such simple names but we all thought of hard words to give an answer that will fit its description. The bonus question was the funniest. It was a tube shaped like the letter U which Alpha joked as U-tube and some of us laughed at the pun. Guess what the answer is? U-TUBE! And guess who got it wrong? Alpha and some of those who laughed! So hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From ultimate impossibility to common fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It would be the first time in my entire life that I would say I hate English. The topic was so hard!!! As in all of us were so confused. But the dialog was fly *what a word* (Me: Hey Maikka, what's up?!?), funny (Maikka looked so surprised when I tapped her!), and idiotic (Me: Oh, sorry I wasn't listening!). The data sheet in Physics was also the first time we were able to finish first. It was done in recess, and got finished right when Mam Jackie arrived! Whew! In Filipino, I was reciting like I was on fire! Shocking, right? It is so rare that I recite voluntarily there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moody them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This week, there had been some teachers who seem to show emotions in the room. Sir Moji for one, did. I think it was about the school escape plan? Whatever. Then there goes Mam Rhea (who's my so called mom  at school) to whom I said that it was as if she was in a bad mood when she enters our room then suddenly gets all smiley and good mood when we start class. Oh yeah, and I got called in Math, though once, again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Difficult as a rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Analytic Geom was slightly hard, probably due to the fact that my head is always aching!!! And as usual, MAPEH is not hard, but a very vulnerable subject to hate. I really dislike it!!! AP is in the hard category as expected. I didn't get to read!!! SHEILA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&gt;:&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;... (Though I got my copy, adding this fake anger part will help me lead you to the next topic.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Speaking of Sheila... You might call her squid, or whatever you want, but as for me, I'd call her a yucky destiny (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Joke! Peace be with you, buds! Ü) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;since it's as if she's being rubbed to my face already. Aside from being her group mate in Physics, she became my partner in Math. I know it's OA, but still, I usually get stressed and irritated when she's my group mate. Nevertheless, she's my buddy so I try to put up with her and not be angry. (This would be the time to say "Ma-touch ka na Sheila, kahit konti lang!")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My precious!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Friendship is very vital in everyone's life.I'm so lucky to have friends like I do. This week is like a bonding time for our group especially with Maikka (wait, every week we bond so... never mind.) This week, she became uber crazy. We keep on laughing and laughing!!! Especially a while ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We just got shoed!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Shoes on Friday are the best. High heels! I love the way they sound when you walk with them. The clacks are music to my ears! Speaking of shoes, a hilarious moment was when Enji accidentally swapped shoes with Richard! The next day, he said he already put his name on his shoes. Mai and I laughed about it for some while... Hahaha!!! (Enji, I know you'd write this in your blog too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Contacts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of material things, I wore contacts this Monday and Tuesday!!! Wahoo!!! First time in a long (sort of) time, I guess... I didn't use it on Thursday and Friday 'coz Thursday, I was not in the mood and Friday... Well, I kind of slept late... Teehee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I was making this post while listening to No Air by Jordin Sparks Feat. Chris Brown and I just remembered it as the theme song of the week, aside from the usual Sexy lady by Mc Magic. That song was featured in Advance Stat in the mnemonics of the types of data according to level of measurement NOIR which sounds like 'No Air'! It was also mentioned in Physics since it is when there is 'no air' particles that a place is considered empty space and where electromagnetic waves get transmitted. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;{How am I supposed to breathe with no air...}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Okay, being surrounded definitely makes me happy! It completes my everyday life!!! So nice... I love you, whoever you are!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Thanks for surrounding my life!!! Mwahhugs!!! ^_^ (Haha, you can't get it? ;P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embezzle with honesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Being the treasurer of the English club, it was my job to collect for the bulletin board, which turned out to be for a lost cause since the amount wasn't known yet, said by our secretary. Whatever. But hey, I'm honest! I don't get money from the 350 pesos I collected!!! Or do I? Of course I don't! ;P It was so hard getting the money from others since I'm so... you know! Shy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Molec, and other related things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;By related things, I mean assignments. Oh boy, Molec is gonna be a toughie next week since we're going to start at it. Filipino, by the way, has four assignments given over the weekend! Waaahhh! T.T AP seems pretty okay, aside from the fact that I have to write a lecture from a multipaged lesson. And I have to find a consultant and a science research problem! Too much homework...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Since I have so many assignments, I have no idea how I came up for the time to write this exceedingly long post! Oh well, next week again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Till then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Tenten ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZKVf-ndSI/AAAAAAAAACo/4-7Lm1SkKkE/s1600-h/1127512740_anime_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZKVf-ndSI/AAAAAAAAACo/4-7Lm1SkKkE/s200/1127512740_anime_girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216938951577138466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mmm... Ice cream. I ate some this week. I wonder why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-6167110033099957248?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6167110033099957248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/06/mental-health-303.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/6167110033099957248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/6167110033099957248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/06/mental-health-303.html' title='Mental Health 303'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZKVf-ndSI/AAAAAAAAACo/4-7Lm1SkKkE/s72-c/1127512740_anime_girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-6751214604066805488</id><published>2008-06-20T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T00:58:06.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two's not that bad a number!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We always think that the second week of classes would already be a hectic one. For me, it was. Nah! Just a bit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At home it actually was not that busy, with not so hard assignments. But, at school... That's a different thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think grouping things together would be logical right now so... Let's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laughter and Sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry and Advance Stat/Research were pretty interesting this week. Though I have closed my eyes in Chem for n times and in Adv. Stat once (I was sleepy! Though when I close my eyes, I can hear the teacher, it's like I woke up from a deep sleep once I open them again!), we had lots of laughing trips, especially in Chem like the dropping of nuclear PLANTS in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Japan, nucleophobia and the family planning thing. SOOOO hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One is not enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group works have been a major thing this week. From Physics to Filipino, there were several activities where one student just can't do. Physics was kind of hectic this week with all the activities like the ball launcher, classification of scientists and the pinhole camera. Though somewhat hard, the devices were so cool! Filipino, on the other hand, consisted of singing and speech choirs. I loved those performances! The song was made by yours truly except for the intro (I did it since we thought there was no more time left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, only to find out it was postponed. We just did it anyway.) and the piece we did for the speech choir was good too, though we didn't have choreography so we didn't get a perfect score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Dislike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I believe the subject I hate the most is MAPEH and this week, I started to get a taste of it once again. It's just that it was so boring, and I really believe that I won't have much fun with it - it being dull and all and I don't have a book. T.T AP was also one of my dislikes but maybe my perspective of it just turned to the bright side. I was somehow enjoying, and maybe it's also because I can answer Mam Nazareno's questions. Before, it was somewhat frequent for me to stand up when recitation time comes (I don't study that much in AP, good thing I did now since the topic to study was just short. lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love + Injustice = ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Don't get me wrong, I love Math plus the the teacher, but I rarely get called! (What a shallow thing to complain about, but still... I'm hurt! roflmao) It's so unfair! I keep on raising my hand but I believe I had only been called once. T.T Analytic Geom is something I like too, for some reason I don't know because I know it usually makes my head ache. (joke! peace! ^_^) I'm really inclined to mathematics, you know? Maybe because I'm somewhat good at it? Another subject I'm inclined to is English, and I love it more because of this blog. (What can I say, I love using the computer!) Though... The topic we have is somewhat difficult, since it wasn't introduced to us before and there was no real definition, only learning from examples... T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things startled me this week - one of a sickness of a person who affected my life and two a big change in the class. When our class heard of the news, we were shocked. Last Wednesday, we went to visit her. Though she can't talk, I believe we all knew that it was a hard time for her. Second thing was of the news that Mam Arlyn, our adviser, is not going to be anymore. With all her books and the shelf gone, the room was empty (Literally, of course.) and I feel that if she wasn't going to be our adviser anymore, the room would be so empty (Here's the figurative part!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess and lunch had been not so hectic and just full of laughs, especially Friday's. So fun! Vacant period from 4-5 had been okay too, with the Liriko auditions... I never expected that many would audition! Last year, only a few did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things happened, I can't believe in fit in one week. Writing this blog is fun, as usual but, I have to end it... for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;Tenten ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SFyX6U16pRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YXVVDTH1Uas/s1600-h/3921a90e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SFyX6U16pRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YXVVDTH1Uas/s200/3921a90e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214209496871249170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-6751214604066805488?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6751214604066805488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/06/twos-not-that-bad-number.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/6751214604066805488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/6751214604066805488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/06/twos-not-that-bad-number.html' title='Two&apos;s not that bad a number!'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SFyX6U16pRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YXVVDTH1Uas/s72-c/3921a90e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522766503751292265.post-650602772384419952</id><published>2008-06-13T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T00:57:50.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School Capers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet. - Aristotle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacation, over! Waaah! T.T I still have a hangover from the vacation!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week had been the first opening week that I slept late not because I was excited but because I had assignments and articles to edit. Oh boy, could I see myself a few weeks from now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first day was very, and I mean VERY, great. I felt so good. But then everything changed the next day. I got sick. Can you imagine that? Getting sick on your second day?!? It's probably because of the heat... T.T Anyway, the rest of the week became awful because of that viral infection that reached me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the nicey-nice stuff that happened during the first week of classes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Clubs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. I am officially a member of four school organizations: The Molecules, English Club, Liriko, and YEC. I like to be part of many clubs since I like collecting t-shirts! Hahaha!!! I also want to be a part of the organizations that take part in the betterment of the school. So I can help the school four times over!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;    The Molecules. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I became pretty busy this week because of it. I keep on asking my writers to pass their articles, but only one passed on time. Good thing the deadline was moved to next week's Monday, or else I couldn't have passed enough edited articles! Being a DevCom editor is hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;English Club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I'm the VP for the year level and treasurer for the school level! I hope I won't have a hard time collecting money when the time comes. I have loved English since my elementary days so I like this club very much. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Liriko&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am the assistant secretary. We had a hard time deciding for the auditions and ended up postponing. I like the recruiting part, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;YEC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I actually just joined because Ate Micah, who Vhil and I call mother, told us to. But I actually considered joining it even before she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diagnostic Tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; This is not actually a good part since it just made my head ache, but it's significant! No opening week passes without diagnostic tests!!! And it actually saved us from some assignments, hahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;New Teachers!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I always look forward to meeting new teachers. I like the feeling that it gives me when I already see her in front of our class, showing me a different perspective from before. Like, I formerly saw this teacher as very strict but only to find out that she was very nice during class; those kind of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; It was Maikka's birthday today, which is Friday, June 13th. Weird, how it became Friday the 13th. I don't really mind that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Foreign Bodies.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And I mean foreign, since there was a Korean student in our school. I actually want to talk to him. I can actually speak Korean!!! (Only some common words though.) I pity him, since I know that barely able to speak nor understand Filipino then going to a school like ours is a hard job to do. But I really admire him since he had the guts to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;School Gone Hi-Tech. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Our diary now became a blog!!! Yahoo!!! So this is it!!! Hahaha... Well, this blog's over for now. See you next week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;Tenten ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i199.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/xXwelbyXx/Anime/Smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i199.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/xXwelbyXx/Anime/Smile.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522766503751292265-650602772384419952?l=morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/feeds/650602772384419952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-to-school-capers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/650602772384419952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522766503751292265/posts/default/650602772384419952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morethanaschoolproject.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-to-school-capers.html' title='Back to School Capers'/><author><name>dhAmp_10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00876301741023778216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ynqQ-6ZpVwg/SGZQ9bI6RHI/AAAAAAAAACw/NoneShhfftA/S220/School+cutie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i199.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/xXwelbyXx/Anime/th_Smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
