<?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-9897795</id><updated>2011-05-20T07:16:42.416-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Chichay</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-115279145382717271</id><published>2006-07-13T19:43:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T23:51:04.613-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Electricity</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1" color="white"&gt; &lt;h2&gt;&lt;center&gt;I have just realized the importance of electricity.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know, another boring post. Hahaha :) But seriously, we just lost electricity for about 7 hours and I was impaired during those 7 hours. Yeesh!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-115279145382717271?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/115279145382717271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=115279145382717271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/115279145382717271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/115279145382717271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2006/07/electricity.html' title='Electricity'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-115253651358155104</id><published>2006-07-10T20:57:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T01:01:53.596-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagalog na post dala ng pagod, puyat, at lungkot haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1" color="white"&gt; So kamusta naman ang physio namin? Siya na lang ang subject ng med! Buong weekend sa kaniya, pagdating ng Lunes, sya pa din. Pagdating ng quiz, bagsak naman. Magaral ka ng buong puso, ala pa din. Haha. Pano na? Pano na? Leche.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At, napapagod nako gumising ng maaga, umuwi ng late, matulog ng late, magaral ng alang katapusan. Kailangan ko ng matindihang lakwacha, kasama ang tropa ko nung college. Sila ang kailangan ko. Kailangan ko bestfriend ko. Kailangan ko..bsta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-115253651358155104?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/115253651358155104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=115253651358155104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/115253651358155104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/115253651358155104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2006/07/tagalog-na-post-dala-ng-pagod-puyat-at.html' title='Tagalog na post dala ng pagod, puyat, at lungkot haha'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-115242203284267050</id><published>2006-07-09T13:03:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T17:14:03.413-12:00</updated><title type='text'>My Amazing Amazing Saturday (parang essay)</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was supposed to be a toxic day, with a meeting in Physio (alang katapusan!) and lots of things to do, I knew that it would be a hell of a weekend. But!! Bes went with me to our meeting..and I enjoyed it, the meeting I mean, because she was there!! :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to Museong Pambata and Rob..:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Bes/DSC00747.jpg" border="0" length="200" width="250" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person here is my detoxifier.. =,,)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-115242203284267050?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/115242203284267050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=115242203284267050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/115242203284267050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/115242203284267050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-amazing-amazing-saturday-parang.html' title='My Amazing Amazing Saturday (parang essay)'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-115184583101736533</id><published>2006-07-02T21:04:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T01:10:31.026-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Atypical ang Physiology subject!!!!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Atypical, meaning not typical hahahahahaha. Simpler terms...ANHRAP!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-115184583101736533?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/115184583101736533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=115184583101736533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/115184583101736533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/115184583101736533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2006/07/atypical-ang-physiology-subject.html' title=''/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-115149775464667912</id><published>2006-06-28T20:18:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T00:29:14.706-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Med life</title><content type='html'>When my parents ask me if how I'm doing in med school, if I'm enjoying or what, I usually do not know what to answer. It's a mind-boggling question. I think I'm somewhere in between enjoying it and cursing it. Enjoying it because...well..um...hmm..I think I'm more on the cursing side right now haha. I'm cursing it because, it's med school! What more explanation does a person need?! I'm tired, I'm getting cranky, I'm getting bad grades, and let's face it, I don't think I deserve to be in the school where I am right now. But I want to be there. And I'm trying my darnest to prove that to other people, to prove that to myself. But I just can't seem to get the drive I need to excel (tama b spelling?). I don't know. Maybe I'm just going through a phase right now, maybe it's because I haven't got one good night sleep, or maybe it's just commuting back and forth in the Manila (and believe me, I'm not used to Manila life). And maybe..it's something inside me that's been eating up my concentration and my focus..that something that has made me do good last week, it's just gone this week.. And I want it back. I need it back. Heck, I beg for it to come back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-115149775464667912?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/115149775464667912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=115149775464667912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/115149775464667912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/115149775464667912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2006/06/med-life.html' title='Med life'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-114870399680233164</id><published>2006-05-27T12:18:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T16:26:36.816-12:00</updated><title type='text'>After so many months...</title><content type='html'>..I have decided to revive my long-dead-blog. :) Yay!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just a few weeks, I would be entering med school. I have decided I want..no NEED to go to med school. It's either that or face years of jobless existence (ay ang drama hahahahahahah di nmn ganun!). So now, I'm enjoying my summer vacation, bumming out everyday, going out on some days, just basically relaxing :) So that when school starts (yes, I'm going to school again even if I've graduted, darn!) I'd be ready and able to do well. And I need to do well! Heck, this is what I can give to my parents in return for them paying the exagerrately high tuition fee! Grr!&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-114870399680233164?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/114870399680233164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=114870399680233164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/114870399680233164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/114870399680233164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2006/05/after-so-many-months.html' title='After so many months...'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-114330372498853262</id><published>2006-03-26T00:16:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T04:22:05.006-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no...</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1" color="white" face="verdana"&gt;It struck me just now that I have officially graduated last March 24, 2006. I feel a sense of panic overcoming me. Help!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have just realized that on June, I would not be walking the halls I have walked on for four years. I would not be seeing the faces that has been with me for four years (siguro un iba makikita ko po =p). I would not be listening to teachers that I have listened to for four years. Basically, an overwhelming change would be happening in my life. And I'm freaking scared of it. I hate changes. Hate them with a vengeance!&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so here I am, finally able to post a new blog, but feeling this overwhelming confusion on what to do next. I've finished one chapter but I'm scared to death of beginning a new one. Sana pala di muna ko nag-graduate hahaha joke.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeesh...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-114330372498853262?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/114330372498853262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=114330372498853262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/114330372498853262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/114330372498853262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-no.html' title='Oh no...'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-113910634748495197</id><published>2006-02-05T22:26:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T14:25:47.496-12:00</updated><title type='text'>A Delayed "Greatest ____ of 2005"</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1" color="white" face="verdana"&gt;I'm bored out of my mind so I decided to do my own "Greatest of 2005" which is late because it's February, but what the heck:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Most Passionate and 'Whoa' Love Song: &lt;b&gt;Dangerously in Love&lt;/b&gt; by Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;2. Most Fun and 'I-want-to-jump-with-the-beat' song: &lt;b&gt;These Words&lt;/b&gt; by Natasha Bedingfield&lt;br /&gt;3. Most Bitter Song: &lt;b&gt;Because of You&lt;/b&gt; by Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;4. Most Lonely OPM Song: &lt;b&gt;Heaven Knows&lt;/b&gt; by Orange and Lemons&lt;br /&gt;5. Most Danceable Song: &lt;b&gt;My Humps&lt;/b&gt; by Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;6. Most Danceable Song with a Good Lyrics: &lt;b&gt;Ever After&lt;/b&gt; by Bonnie Bailey&lt;br /&gt;7. Longest Song: &lt;b&gt;Superstar&lt;/b&gt; by Usher *hahahahhahaha sobrang long talaga!*&lt;br /&gt;8. My Theme Song: &lt;b&gt;I Don't Wanna Be&lt;/b&gt; by Gavin DeGraw&lt;br /&gt;9. Most 'Listened-to' Song: &lt;b&gt;Stay&lt;/b&gt; by Cueshe&lt;br /&gt;10. Most Memorable Song: &lt;b&gt;Trainwreck&lt;/b&gt; by Sarah Mclachlan&lt;br /&gt;11. Most Sung Song by Jaja: &lt;b&gt;Stick With You&lt;/b&gt; by Pussycat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything more, I'll add some next time! :) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-113910634748495197?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/113910634748495197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=113910634748495197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113910634748495197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113910634748495197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2006/02/delayed-greatest-of-2005.html' title='A Delayed &quot;Greatest ____ of 2005&quot;'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-113845299034161109</id><published>2006-01-28T20:57:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T00:56:30.360-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Senti Trip! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1" color="white" face="verdana"&gt;I remembered when I was in the "rebel stage". I think everyone goes through that phase hahahaha. I was about 2nd year highschool then, and I was just angry at my parents. Everything they say, everything they do, I didn't like it. I go against their will, I didn't follow them, didn't obey them, started doing things that I shouldn't be doing, and going anywhere without them knowing. I was just around 14 years old, and I was a rebel, and enjoying it!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the stupidest thing I've ever done. Ever.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look back at it now, I wanna punch myself smack right in the face. It was a waste of time going through that phase.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm 20 years old, going on 21 in just a few months, and I have a great relationship with my parents, and a getting to be good relationship with my siblings. I could talk to them, tell them how my day was. I never do that before. I laugh with them now. I actually sing with them now lol, no really, before I was so ashamed to let them hear my 'cat-got-tail-cut-off' voice but now I don't give a damn, I actually enjoy their taunting my terribly off-key voice! =p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what brought on this stupidly senti trip of mine? I just watched Dubai hahahaha, and it was okay, I just got sentimental about my family. :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-113845299034161109?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/113845299034161109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=113845299034161109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113845299034161109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113845299034161109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2006/01/senti-trip-d.html' title='Senti Trip! :D'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-113777402560766283</id><published>2006-01-21T00:25:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T04:20:37.970-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolutely nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1" color="white" face="verdana"&gt;Spent the whole day bumming out. Got bored out of my wits! I wanted to get out of the house but was too lazy to do so, and besides, I really should save some money. Anyway, the major mood today was neutral..I didn't feel anything. It was so boring. Now, I'm all boring you with this post just to let you experience what I felt today! Goodnight everyone!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-113777402560766283?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/113777402560766283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=113777402560766283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113777402560766283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113777402560766283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2006/01/absolutely-nothing.html' title='Absolutely nothing'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-113767413904548628</id><published>2006-01-19T20:28:00.001-12:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T00:36:08.310-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Outbursts</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1" color="white" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;A week of bumming out, yey Lasallian Week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;When will the damn NMAT result arrive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bes' duty tonight is too long, tagal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ms. America!!! Thesis namin walanjo naman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;No classes tomorrow! Another applause for Lasallian Week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ang mga tao talaga, ang gugulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;There's a live snake somewhere in our house...Ngi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;The baby snake was killed, wonder where the mother snake is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want a Sony Ericson W800i&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-113767413904548628?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/113767413904548628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=113767413904548628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113767413904548628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113767413904548628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2006/01/random-outbursts_19.html' title='Random Outbursts'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-113621780716438351</id><published>2006-01-02T23:56:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T04:03:27.183-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Date with Tina</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1" face="verdana" color="white"&gt;Finally, after 2 years(?), our long lost friend, Tina, is back from the US of A! For just 2 weeks but still! :) Yey! Anyway, we had dinner with her, almost the whole tropa's present, plus Guia, Ivan, and Gian, except for Nyl, Jo, and Racel..Boo!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-picturan ng parang alang bukas! Nag-sara na ang town, ala ng ilaw, go pa din sa picture! Bawat sulok ng town ata meron kaming kuha! Mga adik kayo sa picture!!! Hahahahahha :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy ko sobra... Balik ka ulit Tina, sama mo na si Racel! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-113621780716438351?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/113621780716438351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=113621780716438351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113621780716438351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113621780716438351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2006/01/date-with-tina.html' title='Date with Tina'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-113541796581736901</id><published>2005-12-24T17:47:00.001-12:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T21:52:45.816-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Before xmas eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1" face="verdana" color="white"&gt;It's mere hours before christmas eve. I love this holiday! Love it so much! Whee!!!! All your saved money's gone for your loved ones but still you keep on buying more hahahaha, and in the end you're rewarded with their thanks and happiness, what more could you ask for? :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new blog, it's called &lt;b&gt;My Quest for the Perfect Shawarma&lt;/b&gt;, it's over there in the linkies, please visit it! :) It's just a little something I made to chronicle my shawarma eating days wehehehehe. Click &lt;a href="http://yummyshawarma.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to visit it! Thank you!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;h2&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-113541796581736901?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/113541796581736901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=113541796581736901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113541796581736901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113541796581736901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/12/before-xmas-eve_24.html' title='Before xmas eve'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-113541794598622504</id><published>2005-12-24T17:47:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T21:52:26.000-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Before xmas eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1" face="verdana" color="white"&gt;It's mere hours before christmas eve. I love this holiday! Love it so much! Whee!!!! All your saved money's gone for your loved ones but still you keep on buying more hahahaha, and in the end you're rewarded with their thanks and happiness, what more could you ask for? :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new blog, it's called &lt;b&gt;My Quest for the Perfect Shawarma&lt;/b&gt;, it's over there in the linkies, please visit it! :) It's just a little something I made to chronicle my shawarma eating days wehehehehe. Click &lt;a href="http://yummyshawarma.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to visit it! Thank you!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;h2&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-113541794598622504?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/113541794598622504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=113541794598622504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113541794598622504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113541794598622504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/12/before-xmas-eve.html' title='Before xmas eve'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-113527067478148463</id><published>2005-12-23T00:55:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T04:57:54.813-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2" face="verdana" color="white"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Atbp/___Sometimes____by_Rimfrost.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is due to the damn monthly visitor! My head aches, my stomach aches, my body aches, everything aches! *sniff*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-113527067478148463?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/113527067478148463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=113527067478148463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113527067478148463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113527067478148463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-due-to-damn-monthly-visitor-my.html' title=''/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-113509855927793295</id><published>2005-12-21T01:07:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T05:09:19.300-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2" color="white" face="verdana"&gt;Christmas party of the autotrops tomorrow! Or rather later... :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait! Must...now...sleep....zzzz....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-113509855927793295?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/113509855927793295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=113509855927793295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113509855927793295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113509855927793295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-party-of-autotrops-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-113505886558941205</id><published>2005-12-20T14:00:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T18:07:45.600-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Baclaran</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2" face="verdana" color="white"&gt;Me and bes went to baclaran yesterday to do some christmas shopping. It was overwhelming! Hahahaha. The stores were...whoa!!! They were side by side and corner to corner. There were so many we didn't know where to start or what to look at.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, take the number of all the stores there, multiply it by about 10, that's how crowded Baclaran was! Whew! But it was fun. Way fun. We spent about 1 hour on the shoe corner, si bes kasi addict sa sandals hahahahaha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home at around 5 I think, went straight to our house to wrap the gifts. Or rather to make bes wrap the gifts. My talent in gift wrapping is limited to cutting scotch tapes and handing them over to the more professional gift wrappers hehehe. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, my baclaran adventure with Ona. :) I had loads of fun...and some other emotions that were kept in place. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-113505886558941205?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/113505886558941205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=113505886558941205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113505886558941205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113505886558941205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/12/trip-to-baclaran.html' title='Trip to Baclaran'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-113482477080744043</id><published>2005-12-17T21:03:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T14:09:40.516-12:00</updated><title type='text'>In the spirit of christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Atbp/wishlist.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="400" height="400"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-113482477080744043?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/113482477080744043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=113482477080744043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113482477080744043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113482477080744043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/12/in-spirit-of-christmas.html' title='In the spirit of christmas...'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-113479766568355843</id><published>2005-12-17T13:32:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T17:34:40.116-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Lookie lookie up there!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1" face="verdana" color="white"&gt;I made a christmas themed banner all by my itty bitty self!!! :) Courtesy of Reng's Jasc Software Program! Yey!&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reng: Di ko ma-open un banner na gawa mo. =( ayaw... =(&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-113479766568355843?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/113479766568355843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=113479766568355843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113479766568355843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113479766568355843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/12/lookie-lookie-up-there.html' title='Lookie lookie up there!'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-113474866885831653</id><published>2005-12-16T23:48:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T03:57:48.873-12:00</updated><title type='text'>9 days to go..</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1" color="white" face="verdana"&gt;It's 9 days to go before christmas. Time sure flies fast these days!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to tiangges! Big time addict, man! I wanna go to every possible tiangge there is. But I can't. Hahahahahahaha. #1 reason, all me moneys gone poof! Not on gifts for other people, but for me hahahaha how stupid could I get?! Oh well...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my siblings and I realized something just a couple of nights ago. All those santa figurines and statues and whatsoever designs that's been lining up the streets, all of those santas have blushing cheeks. Yes, that's right people! Santa's a blusher! Check out every santa, and let me know if there's one figurine that doesn't blush. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now, too lazy to have more updates..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-113474866885831653?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/113474866885831653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=113474866885831653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113474866885831653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113474866885831653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/12/9-days-to-go.html' title='9 days to go..'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-113440155719649349</id><published>2005-12-12T23:24:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T03:32:37.213-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1" color="white" face="verdana"&gt;We have no classes today. Probably to give us time to stew about our (or rather, MY...) failed NMAT exam.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, I'm stewing big time!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bes went here. I missed her terribly. I love being around her, no dull moment, no awkward silences. I could be just me with her. Alright enough mushy stuffs.&lt;img src="http://www.clicksmilies.com/s0105/spezial/jasons_smilie/lipsrsealed2.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this day was so-so. My shoulder hurts big time! Probably from all the lying down and bumming out I did today. Serves me right, I need to exercise! Pronto!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-113440155719649349?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/113440155719649349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=113440155719649349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113440155719649349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113440155719649349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/12/rest-day.html' title='Rest day?'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-113431557519939293</id><published>2005-12-11T23:33:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T03:39:35.233-12:00</updated><title type='text'>NMAT...Great Balls Of Fire!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1" face="verdana" color="white"&gt;Finally took my NMAT awhile ago. It started at around 8 am and ended at 3:30 pm, with a 1 1/2 hour of lunch break.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;center&gt;GREAT BALLS OF FIRE! ANHRAP! HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain drain................................................&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnyt!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-113431557519939293?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/113431557519939293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=113431557519939293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113431557519939293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113431557519939293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/12/nmatgreat-balls-of-fire.html' title='NMAT...Great Balls Of Fire!'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-113336662705279693</id><published>2005-11-30T23:12:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T04:03:47.106-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1" color="white" face="verdana"&gt;I can't believe my subscription to deviant art is ending and I can't really believe that to subscribe again, you have to pay cash! WTF!!&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my retreat last Nov. 25-26, 2005. It was ok. It wasn't exactly the &lt;b&gt;shot-to-the-heart, cry-out-loud, change-your-life&lt;/b&gt; retreat. The place was ok. The bed was bad! The food was excellent. I guess I realized one thing during that retreat..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tropa, you know this.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sad realization but heck, only months to go and I'm outta there! And I'm certain my tropa would stay in touch even after graduation. That's enough for me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some piccies from the retreat. I didn't post every pic, tinamad ako hehehe:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Tropa/DSCN2468.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="210" height="160"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Tropa/DSCN2469.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="210" height="160"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Tropa/85b91c26.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="210" height="160"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Tropa/DSCN2475.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="210" height="160"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Tropa/DSCN2480.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="210" height="160"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Tropa/947c2489.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="210" height="160"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. 'night y'all!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-113336662705279693?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/113336662705279693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=113336662705279693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113336662705279693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113336662705279693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/11/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-113341202021763237</id><published>2005-11-30T16:35:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T02:42:21.236-12:00</updated><title type='text'>boohoo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1" color="white" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Atbp/sf20051122.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;Sad...sad... =( &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-113341202021763237?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/113341202021763237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=113341202021763237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113341202021763237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113341202021763237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/11/boohoo.html' title='boohoo...'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-113284467571305140</id><published>2005-11-25T23:02:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T03:04:35.726-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1" color="white" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a red door and I want it painted black,&lt;br /&gt;no colours anymore I want them to turn black.&lt;br /&gt;I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes,&lt;br /&gt;I have to turn my head until the darkness goes.&lt;br /&gt;I see a line of cars and they're all painted black,&lt;br /&gt;with flowers and my love, both never to come back.&lt;br /&gt;I see people turn their heads and quickly look away,&lt;br /&gt;like a newborn baby it just happens every day.&lt;br /&gt;I look inside my self and see my heart is back,&lt;br /&gt;I see my red door and I want it painted black.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts,&lt;br /&gt;it's not easy facing up when your whole world is black.&lt;br /&gt;No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue,&lt;br /&gt;I could not forsee this thing happening to you.&lt;br /&gt;If I look hard enough into the setting sun,&lt;br /&gt;my love will laugh with me before the morning comes.&lt;br /&gt;I see a red door and I want it painted black,&lt;br /&gt;no colours anymore I want them ot turn black.&lt;br /&gt;I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes,&lt;br /&gt;I have to turn my head until my darkness goes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-113284467571305140?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/113284467571305140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=113284467571305140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113284467571305140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113284467571305140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-see-red-door-and-i-want-it-painted.html' title=''/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-113275332793263450</id><published>2005-11-23T21:41:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T01:42:07.943-12:00</updated><title type='text'>List of problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1" color="white" face="verdana"&gt;Ala lng, kanya-kanyang trip lng! Listahan to ng mga problema ko! Hahahahahaha!&lt;img src="http://www.clicksmilies.com/s0105/sauer/angry-smiley-047.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why oh why do people have to think differently?! Why can't we distinguish what is truly right and what is truly wrong?! Why are there some rules and norms that seems so trivial but to others are so important?!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. NMAT exam - 'nuff said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Thesis - again 'nuff said. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pressure from parents.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My ever present "slothiness" that I can't seem to get out of my system.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all I can think. These are the things that goes round and round my head every #@&amp;%@# night! It keeps barraging me until I feel myself drowning in helplessness and depression. And then sleep overcomes me, and when I wake up it starts all over again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-113275332793263450?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/113275332793263450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=113275332793263450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113275332793263450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113275332793263450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/11/list-of-problems.html' title='List of problems'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-113253996989504408</id><published>2005-11-21T22:08:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T14:26:09.916-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1" color="white" face="verdana"&gt;Yeah! &lt;br /&gt;I was able to finally watch Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.&lt;br /&gt;I was so looking forward to it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good. Funny actually. :) The graphics and effects were awesome! Especially the stadium during the Quidditch World Cup. Wow. &lt;br /&gt;But, there were a lot of subplots left out that were important. The actual playing of the Quidditch World Cup wasn't seen. Ok, it's not important but it was there where Viktor Krum was seen to be the greatest seeker ever, it's for character development! Bellatrix was rarely (or wasn't) even mentioned but she plays an important part. And the other monsters in the maze was left out. I think they're important because we get to see the champions fight there, but all they put in the maze were 'people-eating-branches-and-leaves' which wasn't really that scary.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, Dumbledore in the book was portrayed as calm, friendly, everything nice. In the movie, he was scary. He kept on shouting at Harry when the Goblet picked out his name. He seemed like a tyrant in the movie, not to mention violent also. And Krum. Krum in the book was sort of thin, duck-footed, and broody kind of guy. I did not imagined Viktor Krum to be like that in the movie. And Fleur delacour was way downplayed. She seems like a scaredy cat for a tri wizard champion.  &lt;br /&gt;But...the movie was great! It was funnier than the first three. Voldemort was awesome. Although not that scary, but the portrayal was great. The duel between Harry and him was okay. The Adava Kedavra (tama ba?) on Cedric drew on goosebumps all over my body. Mad Eye Moody was funny and brutal, Madame Maxine and Hagrid was cute hahahaha. I love Mcgonagall. I can't wait for the Harry Potter 5 cause we'd be able to see her duel. Oh, Moaning Myrtle was funny hahahahaha the way she kept on flirting with Harry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-113253996989504408?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/113253996989504408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=113253996989504408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113253996989504408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113253996989504408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/11/harry-potter-movie.html' title='Harry Potter Movie'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-113228643779667521</id><published>2005-11-18T11:54:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T16:02:57.640-12:00</updated><title type='text'>I need freedom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1" color="white" face="verdana"&gt;I wanna watch Harry Potter! Lemme! Lemme!  &lt;img src="http://www.clicksmilies.com/s0105/traurig/sad-smiley-020.gif"&gt; On another note, I'm tired of doing the same thing everyday, every minute, every week. I need change. I need something that only I know what is. Confused? Hahahaahahaha boohoo for you. &lt;img src="http://www.clicksmilies.com/s0105/aetsch/cheeky-smiley-020.gif"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;Was able to try the test sample booklet for NMAT. Darn. I got a 25/50 at verbal, a 18/50 at biology, and I didn't even want to try the rest of the test because I just got depressed then. How in the world am I gonna pass that test. Help me. &lt;img src="http://www.clicksmilies.com/s0105/traurig/sad-smiley-026.gif"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-113228643779667521?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/113228643779667521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=113228643779667521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113228643779667521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113228643779667521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-need-freedom.html' title='I need freedom!'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-113216004946700781</id><published>2005-11-17T00:36:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T04:54:30.680-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1" color="white" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Atbp/gofteaser.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="200" height="300"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Harry's here!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++&lt;br /&gt;I got my grad pic already. It was ok. Bes went with us to La Salle. It was fun. Now it's about 1 am in the morning. I'm depressed. I'm angry. F**k off world. &lt;img src="http://www.clicksmilies.com/s0105/traurig/sad-smiley-052.gif"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-113216004946700781?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/113216004946700781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=113216004946700781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113216004946700781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113216004946700781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/11/harrys-here-i-got-my-grad-pic-already.html' title=''/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-113181522452603325</id><published>2005-11-13T01:04:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T04:20:35.913-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Flight Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1" color="white" face="verdana"&gt;Was able to watch the movie Flight Plan. It was crazy hahahahhaha. Halfway on the movie, you think you have an idea on what's going on, but then another thing happens and you're confused again. It got me seating at the edge of my seat, so to speak. Top it of with us watching the last full show, so there weren't many people around, I was tensed the whole time hahahahha. But it's a good movie. Not in the rank of Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings, but still good. I recommend you watch it in DVD, or if someone would treat you, go ahead. :) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-113181522452603325?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/113181522452603325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=113181522452603325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113181522452603325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113181522452603325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/11/flight-plan.html' title='Flight Plan'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-113172357619643843</id><published>2005-11-11T23:37:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T03:39:36.220-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1" color="white" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Insomnia:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twinkle twinkle&lt;br /&gt;little pain&lt;br /&gt;I see you’ve come&lt;br /&gt;to play again&lt;br /&gt;lodged here in my soul so tight&lt;br /&gt;turning brightness into night&lt;br /&gt;twinkle twinkle&lt;br /&gt;tearing ache&lt;br /&gt;please let me sleep&lt;br /&gt;to never wake….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…now I lay me down to sleep&lt;br /&gt;my life in tatters at my feet..&lt;br /&gt;if I should Wake before I die&lt;br /&gt;I pray these tattered wings can fly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twinkle twinkle&lt;br /&gt;empathic strain&lt;br /&gt;I never want to feel again&lt;br /&gt;trapped here in this world so cold&lt;br /&gt;where self is wrong&lt;br /&gt;and Us is gold.&lt;br /&gt;twinkle twinkle&lt;br /&gt;falling tear..&lt;br /&gt;how i wonder why i'm here.. &lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-113172357619643843?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/113172357619643843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=113172357619643843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113172357619643843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113172357619643843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/11/insomnia-twinkle-twinkle-little-pain-i.html' title=''/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-113163463119841146</id><published>2005-11-10T22:53:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T02:57:11.206-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2" color="white" face="verdana"&gt;Life and all it's expectations of you, it's rules, it's norms...just sucks.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-113163463119841146?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/113163463119841146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=113163463119841146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113163463119841146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113163463119841146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/11/life-and-all-its-expectations-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-113146733068521813</id><published>2005-11-09T00:24:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T04:28:50.686-12:00</updated><title type='text'>This is it pancit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2" face="verdana" color="white"&gt;I have finally achieved what I want by blog to look like! Although, most probably, I'd change it again in a few days. Yeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awhile ago, on my jeepney ride home, people were really stressed out or just plain tired. There was a traffic jam near SM, and the jeepney stopped in front of a parol store. &lt;br /&gt;And then I saw it, the magic of Christmas. The stressed out people were staring at the bright lights of the parol and they have this relax expression on their faces. Including the driver. Including me. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-113146733068521813?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/113146733068521813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=113146733068521813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113146733068521813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113146733068521813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-is-it-pancit.html' title='This is it pancit!'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-113141917100176421</id><published>2005-11-08T11:03:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T15:13:13.373-12:00</updated><title type='text'>New template!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2" color="white" face="bookman old style"&gt;Holy cow I made a template all by my itty bitty self!!! Yay me!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first day yesterday. It was uneventful and late. My classes are all from 4pm-7pm or 5pm-8pm. Yeesh, sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-113141917100176421?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/113141917100176421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=113141917100176421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113141917100176421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113141917100176421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-template.html' title='New template!'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-113046848815737195</id><published>2005-10-28T22:58:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T15:17:18.323-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Waah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2" color="white" face="bookman old style"&gt; Wah hahahahaha mga walanghiya kayo ansakit ng ulo ko! Sino ba nagsabi mgtequila?! =p Anyway,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY EKAI!&lt;/h1&gt; We had a surprise party for her yesterday, won't go into too much detail since my head really hurts right now whoohoo! :) But we bonded, we ate a lot of food, we danced, we laughed, we got drunk, we got sober, ate some more, played, laughed more hahahaha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-113046848815737195?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/113046848815737195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=113046848815737195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113046848815737195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113046848815737195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/10/waah.html' title='Waah!'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-113023608970774304</id><published>2005-10-25T18:18:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T15:18:06.406-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Simpler times</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2" color="white" face="bookman old style"&gt;Life was way simpler and easier when I was a kid..The only problem you have is when to play and when to take a bath. That wasn't even a problem for little Isay hehehe. I liked taking a bath when I was a kid, contrary to normal children behavior. Anyway, yeah life was easier before. You grow up, you're bombarded with problems. You think you could handle them but in reality you can't. You think you're mature now, but inside you're still a little kid asking for help because you can't handle your problems by yourself. Yeah. I want to be a kid again. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-113023608970774304?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/113023608970774304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=113023608970774304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113023608970774304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/113023608970774304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/10/simpler-times.html' title='Simpler times'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-112994915363252164</id><published>2005-10-22T10:44:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T15:19:19.910-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Sembreak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2" face="bookman old style" color="white"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my grades yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;All is well!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sembreak, take me!!! Whoohoo!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-112994915363252164?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/112994915363252164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=112994915363252164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112994915363252164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112994915363252164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/10/sembreak.html' title='Sembreak!'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-112907798463599959</id><published>2005-10-12T08:44:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T15:20:44.593-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeepney Slogan</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2" color="white" face="bookman old style"&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;center&gt;DALAGANG MALASING&lt;br /&gt;BUNTIS NA PAGGISING&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this jeepney slogan hahahahaha. So true yet so weird! &lt;font size="1" color="orange" face="bookman old style"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*roll on floor laughing*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;It's my dad's 50th birthday today! :) His officemates suprised him last night here at the house with a party, complete with food and drinks. You could see how much his officemates love him, my daddy's a great guy..greatest! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-112907798463599959?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/112907798463599959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=112907798463599959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112907798463599959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112907798463599959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/10/jeepney-slogan.html' title='Jeepney Slogan'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-112859424667857410</id><published>2005-10-06T18:22:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T15:22:13.626-12:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mystery of the Mallare's Nailcutter</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2" face="bookman old style" color="white"&gt;Our nail cutter's always on the run. One minute it's there, the next it's gone. Even if I put it in my room's drawer, after about a week, it'll no longer be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-112859424667857410?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/112859424667857410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=112859424667857410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112859424667857410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112859424667857410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/10/mystery-of-mallares-nailcutter.html' title='The Mystery of the Mallare&apos;s Nailcutter'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-112827253892419396</id><published>2005-10-03T01:00:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T15:23:23.396-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Brighter than Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="white" size="2" face="bookman old style"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;BRIGHTER THAN SUNSHINE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Aqualung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never understood before, I never knew what love was for, &lt;br /&gt;My heart was broke, my head was sore, what a feeling. &lt;br /&gt;Tied up in ancient history, I didn't believe in destiny, &lt;br /&gt;I look up you're standing next to me, what a feeling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling in my soul, love burns brighter than sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;Brighter than sunshine, let the rain fall, I don't care,&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours and suddenly you're mine, &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you're mine, and it's brighter than sunshine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never saw it happening, I'd given up and given in, &lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't take the hurt again, what a feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have the strength to fight,&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly, yeah, it seemed so right, &lt;br /&gt;Me and you, what a feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling in my soul, love burns brighter than sunshine, &lt;br /&gt;It's brighter than sunshine, let the rain fall, I don't care, &lt;br /&gt;I'm yours and suddenly you're mine, suddenly you're mine, &lt;br /&gt;And it's brighter than the sun, it's brighter than the sun &lt;br /&gt;It's brighter than the sun, sun, shine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love will remain a mystery,&lt;br /&gt;But give me your hand and you will see, &lt;br /&gt;Your heart is keeping time with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling in my soul, love burns brighter than sunshine, &lt;br /&gt;It's brighter than sunshine, let the rain fall, I don't care, &lt;br /&gt;I'm yours and suddenly you're mine, suddenly you're mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a feeling in my soul...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bes! Eto yun kanta! :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-112827253892419396?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/112827253892419396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=112827253892419396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112827253892419396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112827253892419396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/10/brighter-than-sunshine.html' title='Brighter than Sunshine'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-112825905889494850</id><published>2005-10-02T21:14:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T15:24:48.426-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolutely overwhelming and amazing day</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2" color="white" face="bookman old style"&gt;I was invited by Ona to attend her church today. She's a born again Christian.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was speechless the whole time. Emotions, thoughts, and adrenaline rush were running through my veins. Exag Isay. Hahahahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, the way they hold mass is way different than how catholics do theirs. First and foremost, the people are more active there. Way active hehehe. You could really see their enthusiasm, their sincerity in going to church. They are happy to go there. They WANT to go there and just worship God, nothing else. Now I'm not saying that catholics aren't that way, but well, their mass is way serious and strict. When you look at the people, you see them staring at the priest, and I'm sure their minds aren't on what the priest is saying. I'm one of those people hihihi.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, in the born again mass, you could only count the people who looks like they were forced to go there. In the catholic mass, you could only count the people who sincerely wanted to be there. Correct me if I'm wrong alright? But that's how I see it. I'm not bashing the catholics, heck I'm catholic. I'm just stating my opinion, which is also based on how I act on mass.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, in the born again mass, the people aren't conscious of what they're doing. They sing with all their might, raise their hands to the Lord, dance, jump, shout, whatever. They enjoy worshipping. There's no "please kneel" or "please stand up" or "response" etc. What you want to say to the Lord, you say it out loud. No one would stop you. You could really feel the people interacting with the Lord and vice versa. Seeing that...man...I can't even begin to describe how I felt. It was new. It was fresh. It was better.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, the people their greet each other genuinely. They are pleased that you are there. They are in a word, your brothers and sisters. Truly. They would shake hands with you, hug you, pray with you and for you even if it was your first meeting. I got a lot of prayer from Ona's family and from Tita Alice, one of the people I met there. And gosh, I'm so..speechless again, because they care for you that much there. I'm sorry to say that in the catholic mass, people have their own groups. When it comes to the "peace" time, they whisper to each other "peace be with you", but do they mean it? I don't know. Maybe not all are like that, but majority is.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could list out more differences but I'm tired hehehe. I just wanted to share what I experienced and discovered there. I felt more Christian than I could ever feel when I attended their mass. And I'm sad to say that that could be my first and final attendance because my parents doesn't want me to go there, saying it could jumble up my beliefs or what. How could that happen when the two sects believe in one thing, which is God. They may have different ways on worshipping, on praying, but we're all Christians. How could that jumble up my beliefs?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, after the mass, Ona and I went to festi.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foodtrip, pare.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang ala ng bukas.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun, tiring, feet-callousing (what?!) tambay but I enjoyed it, alot! I love this day!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-112825905889494850?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/112825905889494850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=112825905889494850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112825905889494850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112825905889494850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/10/absolutely-overwhelming-and-amazing.html' title='Absolutely overwhelming and amazing day'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-112809039055381343</id><published>2005-09-30T22:26:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T15:27:16.433-12:00</updated><title type='text'>The Attack of the Giant, Flying Cockroach and other randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2" face="bookman old style" color="white"&gt;My brother and I were attacked by a giant, flying, thinking cockroach. No kidding! He was watching TV in my parents room and I went there just to get something when suddenly, he screamed. My heart literally stopped for awhile because of fear and surprise. When I turned around, there we saw it, the giant, flying cockroach. There was about 5 seconds of us staring at it and vice versa, when suddenly! He attacked us and flew at us! My blood went to adrenaline mood and my heart was going about 10kph! Hahahahahaha. We ran screaming like hell out of the room, disrupting the peace and quiet of our household.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, cockroaches can think! And they're out to get us. This is the second time that this thing happened to me. I was also attacked by a flying cockroach after staring at it before. They can think! Believe me! And they know we fear them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be afraid, be very afraid.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;On to my random thoughts, I was able to watch Patch Adams again. The Dean of the med school there wanted Patch out due to &lt;i&gt;excessive happiness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I'm way excessively happier than Patch Adams could ever be. Another reason for me not to go to med school. I think I should let my parents read this blog, let them see my thoughts and feelings. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;Another one: &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever experienced riding on a tricycle, at about 40kph, enjoying the wind on your face when suddenly.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sneezed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have experienced that. I felt all the bacteria I expelled in that one sneeze come back at my face due to the wind. It is not a good experience, but it was funny. I was laughing by myself inside the trike. Hahahahahahaha. :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-112809039055381343?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/112809039055381343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=112809039055381343' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112809039055381343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112809039055381343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/09/attack-of-giant-flying-cockroach-and.html' title='The Attack of the Giant, Flying Cockroach and other randomness'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-112739642868853001</id><published>2005-09-22T21:33:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T15:35:07.066-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupendous</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3" color="white" face="bookman old style"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stupendous&lt;br&gt; -- so great in size or force or extent as to elicit awe; Of astounding force, volume, degree, or excellence.&lt;br /&gt;--synonyms: Astonishing, astounding, amazing, stunning, awesome, breathtaking, fantastic.&lt;Br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="white" face="bookman old style"&gt;This perfectly describes my day. Whee!!! :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-112739642868853001?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/112739642868853001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=112739642868853001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112739642868853001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112739642868853001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/09/stupendous.html' title='Stupendous'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-112696919234040072</id><published>2005-09-17T22:50:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T15:38:03.296-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Burday day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2" color="white" face="bookman old style"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Tropa/bdayreng.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="200" height="100"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a surprise for her at her house which was lead by her bestfriend, Ekai. :) It was fun hehehehe. What we did was Ja and I was left with Reng at the school while Ekai and Jo drove ala-fast and the furious through daanghari to meet up with Ona at SM and prepare the suprise at Reng's house. May dramahan blues pa kami nila reah sa ERH wakekekeke, sori tol kinailangan kong ishare =p.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Note to tropa:&lt;/b&gt; Wag nyong i-aassign si Ja na pangdistract sa bday celebrant pag may mga surprises hahahahahaha. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ona met us at SM and then we proceeded to Reng's house and taran!! (that was supposed to be a surprise sound)...Jo and Ekai was there at her room with balloons all over the floor and a cake. :) And then we had an eating galore. Whoo! I absolutely gained about 10 pounds after that. After, we watched The Longest Yard. Fun movie. Watch it!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these birthday surprises. I think it has become a habit in our tropa to do this, such that, when it's your birthday, you kind of expect that there's a surprise. Hence, the word "surprise" I guess, shouldn't be used already. =p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, Ekai's birthday!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Tropa/Hapisad.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="150" height="110"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Reng and Ja at the shuttle terminal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Tropa/2loglitcja.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="150" height="110"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ja sleeping in the background....AGAIN!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Tropa/HapiBdayreng.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="150" height="110"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ja, Bes, and Reng at Yellow Cab..Reng's still sad because Ekai 'couldn't' come hahahahaha. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Bes/Satrike.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="150" height="110"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me and bes on the trike ride to Reng's house.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Bes/Sepia.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="150" height="110"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rock on Sepia!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway (hahahahahah di pa pala tapos yun storya!), Bes and I went to SM afterwards to look for clothes for me to use at the graduation picture ekek. It was fun going shopping with Ona, I tell you! :) She's good with clothes. Expert! :) Ang babaeng alang kapaguran pagdating sa malling hahahahaha. Ang babae din pilit na iniinstill sakin ang kaniyang fashion sense kaso ala talaga na kong pag-asa hahahaha. I love my bestfriend! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-112696919234040072?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/112696919234040072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=112696919234040072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112696919234040072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112696919234040072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/09/burday-day.html' title='Burday day!'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-112688393987418418</id><published>2005-09-16T23:11:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T15:38:33.366-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Hype with Ipod Nano...</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2" face="bookman old style" color="white"&gt;..I don't get it! It's the same as the Ipod big (I have reverted to calling the 20GB ipod's as Ipod Big), the Ipod mini, Ipod U2, Ipod shuffle (well, not exactly). So what's the big deal? Yes, it is very small, has a very light weight, and is as thin as a pencil..Wait...It is cool!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, who am I kidding, I'm just placating those Ipod nano fans out there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, if I were to choose between the Ipod Big and the Ipod Nano, I'd still pick the big one..Yes it's not as sleek as nano, but it comes with a whopping 20GB even 40, am I right? Granted, the nano could be cheaper so I guess that's a plus.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I ranting about apple Ipod, I don't even have one. Lol. I got the Creative Zen Micro, my baby...Her name's Wilma hahahahaha. She's not as popular as Apple Ipod, nor as good looking, but her features, for me, makes up for it. She's been with me for less than a year now and I haven't paid for her in whole, I'm now digging my way out of loans just because of her, but she's worth it! Definitely.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if the nano would have come out together with the zen micro, I might have chosen nano...But wait, I possibly couldn't have afford it and I'm sure the price is steeper than zen. So I'd still choose Wilma over some sleek, thin, cool-looking mp3 player who almost everyone's been drooling for. This is not bitter talk. Lol. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Atbp/wilma.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="150" height="110"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This post is a tribute to Wilma. Oh yeah! This Wilma's junior already. Wilma senior got broken due ro excessive charging of stupid owner but they willingly swapped a new zen for me. Wilma junior's a miracle!&lt;Br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know, I'm weird...And proud of it. Lol. Signing off....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-112688393987418418?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/112688393987418418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=112688393987418418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112688393987418418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112688393987418418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/09/hype-with-ipod-nano.html' title='Hype with Ipod Nano...'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-112653240959123050</id><published>2005-09-12T21:40:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T16:06:24.883-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Lami the Llama</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2" color="white" face="bookman old style"&gt;Let me introduce you to my new adopted pet, Lami the Llama. :) He's a royal blooded llama, hence the blue color, sort of like the emperor in The Emperor's New Groove. But Lami's more of a softy. Lol. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="250"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://petswf.bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/swf/llama" width="250" height="300" quality="high" bgcolor="ffffff" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="clr=0x7adfed&amp;amp;cn=lami&amp;amp;an=isay" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/"&gt;adopt your own virtual pet!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-112653240959123050?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/112653240959123050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=112653240959123050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112653240959123050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112653240959123050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/09/lami-llama.html' title='Lami the Llama'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-112653133786672748</id><published>2005-09-12T21:20:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T16:10:28.870-12:00</updated><title type='text'>150th guest!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3" color="white" face="bookman old style"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Atbp/index.png" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know it says 154.. I wasn't able to get the exact 150 but it's still the same! :) I want to thank the following people for making this possible:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Bes&lt;br /&gt;Ekai&lt;br /&gt;Reng&lt;br /&gt;Jaja&lt;br /&gt;Josie&lt;br /&gt;My brother&lt;br /&gt;and probably those people who accidentally saw my blog!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bring out the cake everyone! Whee!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-112653133786672748?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/112653133786672748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=112653133786672748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112653133786672748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112653133786672748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/09/150th-guest_12.html' title='150th guest!!!!'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-112649137495905001</id><published>2005-09-12T10:05:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T16:13:40.506-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning of September 12, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3" color="white" face="bookman old style"&gt; I had this funny conversation with my family last night, it went like this:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Sembreak ko pala September 15-October 5! &lt;font size="1" color="orange"&gt;*with a gloating look to my siblings*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dad, Mom, Angelo:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="orange"&gt;*looking at me like I just sprouted two heads suddenly*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mom:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;September 15? Sure ka? Edi ang aga ng tuition niyo for 2nd semester?! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="orange"&gt;*sudden realization*&lt;/font&gt; Ay!!! October 15 pla! Hanggang November 6 cguro!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dad:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Akala ko four sems ka na rin lang, kala ko magka-school na kayo ni Angelo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ala lang. :) Typical family conversation of the Mallare's. Full of confusion. Lol. My sister was not participating on the conversation because she was busy stuffing food on her mouth. Go Pau! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-112649137495905001?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/112649137495905001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=112649137495905001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112649137495905001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112649137495905001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/09/morning-of-september-12-2005.html' title='Morning of September 12, 2005'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-112619434459169332</id><published>2005-09-08T23:38:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T16:17:16.116-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Triplets?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3" color="white" face="bookman old style"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Bes/mgkakamukha.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="200"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wahahahahahahahaha! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-112619434459169332?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/112619434459169332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=112619434459169332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112619434459169332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112619434459169332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/09/triplets.html' title='Triplets?!'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-112619111113759455</id><published>2005-09-08T22:44:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T16:23:57.643-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs..They're true! :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3" color="white" face="bookman old style"&gt;My tagboard and footer below doesn't load up...I wonder what's wrong with it..Darn. I must have messed up my template or something, oh well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signs...Do you believe in them? A lot of people asks for signs to prove something or disprove another...For example, if a rainbow comes out, I'm gonna have money. Or if I see a gold car, I'm gonna pass this test. Hehe, it's actually fun to do this, ecstatically so if you get what you want, depressing if you don't. But how do you actually know if this things are true? I, for one, believe in them. Surprising huh?  (naguguluhan na ba kayo, random thoughts nga e! :) ).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this sign kanina (dko tlga lam kung ano english ng knina!). I was asking if a certain something I'm doing which makes me happy, is right or wrong. In the eyes of other people, it could be wrong. The sign said it was right. There were two signs actually that said that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy! I believe in them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Mama Mary! :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-112619111113759455?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/112619111113759455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=112619111113759455' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112619111113759455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112619111113759455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/09/signstheyre-true-p.html' title='Signs..They&apos;re true! :p'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-112597292994532513</id><published>2005-09-06T10:08:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T16:26:35.780-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Whee</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3" color="white" face="bookman old style"&gt;Midterms are finally over. The last two tests were....again....impossible! I really think my future's gone now hahahaha. Also we had our 2nd long test in Cell Bio..how hard did it get? Well, question #1 was for 30 points, question #2 was for 50 points, and the last two questions was for 10 points each... I think you can figure out how hard the test was.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did enjoy Saturday afternoon, Ja, Kai, Reng, Bes, and I again went to SM. We ate at Chowking (but I ordered double double cheese cheese burger burger from Mcdo, yum!!!). Then we went to the "videokehan" and dared Kai and Bes to sang on stage. Those two are "whoa!" singers! :) Ako syempre manager ng bestfriend ko! Hinahasa ko na nga sa mga crowds hahahahahhaha. We also sang heart of mine for Jaja...Dream come true ni Angela Yee yun! Kumanta sa stage! Whee! :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, we went to Reng's house, minus Jaja, and watched Hitch. It was a movie about a 'love doctor' giving advices to man who has trouble telling the one they like that they like them (redundant ata). It was funny and heart-warming (nax!). And that's it, my fun, fun Saturday afternoon! :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-112597292994532513?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/112597292994532513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=112597292994532513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112597292994532513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112597292994532513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/09/whee.html' title='Whee'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-112558790594573202</id><published>2005-09-01T23:22:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T16:29:30.813-12:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna fail</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3" face="bookman old style" color="white"&gt;It's official, I am gonna fail tomorrow's exam inspite of studying all day and all night! I'm resigned to this fact and have accepted it with open heart hahahaha. My brain's on overload right now, I can't even remember my own name since information about radiation and whatsoever is taking up the whole space of my poor, poor, battered brain. I hate studying. I hate studying 5 chapters of 'I-really-can't-understand' topics. I hate putting every bit of my energy in studying and yet failing the exam. And I will fail, believe me. I will.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, the frustrating, helpless problem I mentioned 2 posts down over there has been solved! =,) (this is supposed to be tears of joy). I'm really glad because the person involved there does not deserve that kind of problem since she's the most amazing person I have ever known. And I'm so thankful that this problem's been solved (redundant!). Thank You Lord... :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the darker side hahahaha. I don't think I could survive Med school at the rate I'm going with my pre-med course. I can't do it anymore. The drive to be a doctor is not there. It's missing. Can you help me find it?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-112558790594573202?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/112558790594573202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=112558790594573202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112558790594573202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112558790594573202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-gonna-fail.html' title='I&apos;m gonna fail'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-112556544533225122</id><published>2005-09-01T17:12:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T16:32:39.533-12:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Nerd</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3" color="white" face="bookman old style"&gt;It's official, I am now becoming a nerd! Lol. I have spent the whole day studying my ass off starting 11:00 am and still I haven't finished my first subject! I NEED A BREAK!!!.... And so now, I'm taking the break hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's the first day of September today, the first day of the so-called "ber" months...Where the nights are longer and the days are shorter (sa tagalog, maaga dumilim, late lumiwanag =p). It's also starting to be noticeably colder during the nights, meaning for us, 'longer-sleeping-time-curling-inside-our-blankets' which leads to us waking up late and arriving in our classes late lol. It's also nearing the end of our first semester as fourth year students, one more step closer to graduating...If...and that's a big IF...we pass our most gruesome subject of all time...Cell Biology (and Medical Physiology, and Radiation Biology hahahaha, come to think of it, all our subjects are gruesome!). The pressure in finishing and defending our thesis is also mounting (although Reng and I haven't felt the pressure yet, patay tayo dyan! hahahaha!). The "ber" months also signifies our up and coming NMAT test on December. Waaah. To be honest with you, the 3800php my parents paid for my NMAT review...is going down the drain! Darn! All I do during that review is sleep, text, talk...I cannot understand what the proctors are trying to ram down our brain! Gosh, I hope I pass that NMAT with flying colors..if not, it's a big disappointment to my parents... Although, I really do not want to pursue Medicine anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, "ber" months also signifies a lot of birthdays. :) And Christmas is coming to town. Whee. I have no money. Waah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Shucks, and now this first day of "ber" months is telling me to continue my studying right now if I want to have a good future tomorrow in our exams hahahaha. Wish us luck...lots of them...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-112556544533225122?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/112556544533225122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=112556544533225122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112556544533225122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112556544533225122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-nerd.html' title='I&apos;m a Nerd'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-112550298452972362</id><published>2005-08-31T23:51:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T16:35:33.396-12:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the last day of August...</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3" face="bookman old style" color="white"&gt;...and man, do I feel good!!!! Whoohooooo!!!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT....there's a downside to this day...and I feel so helpless and frustrated since i can't do a damn thing to help... =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, this day is very emotional hehehe, a rollercoaster ride if I may be so corny to say.. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-112550298452972362?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/112550298452972362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=112550298452972362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112550298452972362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112550298452972362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-last-day-of-august.html' title='It&apos;s the last day of August...'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-112545789977449280</id><published>2005-08-30T23:41:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T16:38:52.216-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3" color="white" face="bookman old stlye"&gt;I haven't had the chance to update this blog since like forever (nge, exag =p) so anyway here are the things that's been going on:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. August 25, 2005 - Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My Bestfriend went here :) She didn't attend classes hehe, nahawa na sakin sa pagka-impulsive. &lt;font size="2" color="orange"&gt;*go bes!*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.August 27, 2005 - Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ja, Kai, Reng, Bes, and I went to Reng's house to 'tambay' hehehe. We met bes at sm and we first ate at kfc (whee). We were able to watch the ice princess which lead to our...'wrestling names' hahahhaha. Ona was called THE PHLEGM EXPECTORANT; ekai was THE ICE PRINCESS; reng was THE RAY OF LIGHT; and I was THE RED BEAN BAG. I have got to have the most harmless wrestling name ever invented hahahaha (pictures are below). After watching, we ate isaw and other dirty foods which our body really needs, believe me! And then after, bes and I headed to SM to just stroll around and relax. It was great! I love going malling with bes, I'm so comfortable with her. Whee. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Bes/Dphlegmexpectorant.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="150" height="110"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;The Phlegm Expectorant&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Tropa/Drayoflyt.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="150" height="110"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;The Ray Of Light&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Tropa/Diceprincess.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="150" height="110"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;The Ice Princess&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Dredbeanbag.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" width="150" height="110"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;The Red Beanbag&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't ask me why those pics are upside down (although I'm the one who took those pics lol). I think it was the Ruffles and Pillows we ate, made us all hyper and crazy. Judging from those pics above, I say its true. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. August 30, 2005 - Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's midterms time! We had our cell bio exam first, and then medical parasitology. There's only one word to describe cell bio...IMPOSSIBLE! It was hard, way hard, way way hard, way way way hard. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-112545789977449280?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/112545789977449280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=112545789977449280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112545789977449280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112545789977449280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/08/updates.html' title='Updates! :)'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-112437568490762556</id><published>2005-08-18T22:34:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T17:01:08.380-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3" color="white" face="bookman old stlye"&gt;I'm feeling blissfully, ecstatically happy tonight haha. I don't know why, I might be going crazy, but heck I'm happy! Here's to being crazy and happy!!! &lt;font color="orange" size="1"&gt;*CHEERS*&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-112437568490762556?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/112437568490762556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=112437568490762556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112437568490762556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112437568490762556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-d.html' title='Happy! :D'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-112411643657821266</id><published>2005-08-15T22:41:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T17:34:37.146-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Phone...*drool*</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3" face="bookman old style" color="white"&gt;I'm so longing (huwat?! hihi) for the Sony Ericsson W800i &lt;font color="orange" size="2"&gt; *dreamy look*&lt;/font&gt;. Huhuhuhu I want!!!! It's a 2-megapixel camera, has 34mb internal memory PLUS 512mb memory stick (512 man!!!). It can also play MP3s, actually I think it's really for those 'music lovers' since you could store a lot of music with its whopping 512mb. PLUS! It can be expanded to up to 1gigabyte of memory! Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number one on my wishlist.....&lt;font color="orange" size="1"&gt;*drumroll*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Atbp/w800i_2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Even the color and size is perfect!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-112411643657821266?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/112411643657821266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=112411643657821266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112411643657821266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112411643657821266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/08/dream-phonedrool.html' title='Dream Phone...*drool*'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-112403392742685705</id><published>2005-08-14T23:46:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T17:49:01.040-12:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this song! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3" color="white" face="bookman old style"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;h2&gt;We Belong Together&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I didn't mean it&lt;br /&gt;When I said I didn't love you so&lt;br /&gt;I should have held on tight&lt;br /&gt;I never should've let you go&lt;br /&gt;I did nothing&lt;br /&gt;I was stupid&lt;br /&gt;I was foolish&lt;br /&gt;I was lying to myself&lt;br /&gt;I could not fathom that I would ever&lt;br /&gt;Be without your love&lt;br /&gt;Never imagined I'd be&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here beside myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know you&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know me&lt;br /&gt;But I thought I knew everything&lt;br /&gt;I never felt&lt;br /&gt;The feeling that I'm feeling now&lt;br /&gt;Now that I don't&lt;br /&gt;Hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;Or even touch or even kiss your lips&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't have a choice&lt;br /&gt;What I wouldn't give&lt;br /&gt;To have you lying by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We belong together&lt;br /&gt;When you left&lt;br /&gt;I lost a part of me&lt;br /&gt;It's still so hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;Come back baby please&lt;br /&gt;We belong together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else am I gonna lean on&lt;br /&gt;When times get rough&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna talk to me&lt;br /&gt;Till the sun comes up&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna take your place&lt;br /&gt;Baby nobody else&lt;br /&gt;We belong together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;When you're all on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Womack's on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Singing to me&lt;br /&gt;'If you think you're lonely now'&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;This is too deep, too deep&lt;br /&gt;I gotta change the station&lt;br /&gt;So I turn the dial&lt;br /&gt;Trying to catch a break&lt;br /&gt;And then I hear Babyface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only think of you&lt;br /&gt;And it's breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to keep it together&lt;br /&gt;But I'm falling apart&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling all out of my element&lt;br /&gt;I'm throwing things&lt;br /&gt;Crying&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out&lt;br /&gt;Where the hell I went wrong&lt;br /&gt;The pain reflected in this song&lt;br /&gt;Ain't even half of what&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;Need you back in my life baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you left&lt;br /&gt;I lost a part of me&lt;br /&gt;It's still so hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;Come back baby please&lt;br /&gt;We belong together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else am I gonna lean on&lt;br /&gt;When times get rough&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna talk to me&lt;br /&gt;Till the sun comes up&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna take your place&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nobody else&lt;br /&gt;We belong together&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-112403392742685705?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/112403392742685705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=112403392742685705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112403392742685705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112403392742685705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-love-this-song.html' title='I love this song! :)'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9897795.post-112351469872209783</id><published>2005-08-08T23:07:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T17:58:28.326-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Mock job intervies...sucks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="bookman old style" size="3" color="white"&gt;We had our mock job interview today, and it was an experience I never, ever wanna repeat again in my whole life! Haha. It started out good actually, the interviewer was one of our professor who is very fun and comfortable to be with, and the interview was by three..So there I was, very relax with blisters on my feet (the shoes I had on was my mom's and it was so big). We were taking pictures, not caring really about the interview. But then suddenly, 10:00 am stiked! A mean-looking, serious guy walked up to the remaining HUB 42 and told us he would be the one to do the interview. We panicked. Literally. We were begging our nice professor to be the one to interview us, but luck wasn't on our side and the serious looking guy, who's the director of the English, I think (simultaneously, he's also a bio major!), was really the one in charge of us right now..So ok, we said, let's do this. BUT THEN!!!! He made the interview one-on-one! Waah. My heart literally skipped a beat with fear and nervousness. So two of our classmates went first, and when they went out of the room, their faces told the whole story...This would not be a good interview. Anyway, I was the third to go inside, and honestly, it was scary, but it could be done &lt;font color="orange" size="2"&gt;&lt;i&gt; *proud grin* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. He asked me what my strengths and weaknesses are, what I could give to the company, etc, etc. In maybe less than 5 minutes, it's over! And that was the highlight of this day hehe. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9897795-112351469872209783?l=eesay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/feeds/112351469872209783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9897795&amp;postID=112351469872209783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112351469872209783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9897795/posts/default/112351469872209783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eesay.blogspot.com/2005/08/mock-job-interviessucks.html' title='Mock job intervies...sucks!'/><author><name>chichay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06034333562559349894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/eesay/Isay/Sopretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
