<?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-26642548</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:51:20.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pampatalinong tinapay</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-7319208970704108957</id><published>2008-03-30T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T02:19:18.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sampu!</title><content type='html'>Sampung bagay na hindi ko malilimutan sa Corps of Cadets (Sagarmatha + Sinagtala)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Ang walang sawang &lt;em&gt;Through the Years&lt;/em&gt; at &lt;em&gt;Close to You&lt;/em&gt; ni Sir Ervin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Yung pagkakataong pinaglaruan kami ni Sir Fajardo dun sa MP. Haha. Ayos yung trip na yun! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. "Liko sa kenan, na!" Pis tayo, Sir Rosa. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Ang mga banat ni Patty! Haha. Walangjo, ang boring ng mga training namin kung hindi dahil sa 'yo! Haha. Salamats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Mamimiss ko yung usok at hirit ni Pugo pag PT. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Sinagtala, naaalala pa ba ninyo yung pagtatampo ni Sir Jhanna sa tuwing hindi natin siya nababati? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. PAENG! Mamimiss ko yung paglalaro mo! Haha. Grabe. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Ang kilig moments namin ni Krisha! Ahay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. CHRISTINE! Haha. Hindi ko malilimutan yung pakiusap mo sa akin na "ilabas ang organ ko"! Haha. In fairness, maraming nakilaro sa organ ko. Sa katunayan nga, hindi ko na siguro tatanggalin yung organ kong de-kuryente sa Corps Office, para mararaming makapaglaro at makahaplos nito... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. At siyempre yung bonding moments atbp. naming magkakapatid. Haha. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-7319208970704108957?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/7319208970704108957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=7319208970704108957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/7319208970704108957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/7319208970704108957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2008/03/sampu.html' title='Sampu!'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-6421336913932873234</id><published>2008-03-29T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T00:58:43.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magandang gabi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sa pang-uudyok ni Kuya Maki, minarapat kong gamitin ang sariling wika sa pagkakataong ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Halos siyam na buwan nang huli akong gumawa ng pagpaparamdam sa blog ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nagbabalik ako upang magkuwento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tapos na ang isang taong pamamalagi ko sa UPIS. Dalawang buwan na lang, magsisimula na ang huli kong taon sa UP Naming Mahal. Nawa'y maipasa ko at ng mga kasapi ng Batch 2009 nang matiwasay ang lahat ng kukunin naming pagsusulit para sa kolehiyo. Mga katoto, magkita-kita dapat tayo sa unang taon natin sa kolehiyo sa Unibersidad ng Pilipinas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Marahil ay sinabi kong hindi ko magugustuhan ang taong ito ng aking pag-aaral. Sa wakas, nagkamali ako. Marami akong dapat pasalamatan sa taong ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Panginoon, salamat sa lahat ng biyayang naibigay mo sa taong ito sa akin: materyal man o hindi. Lubos kong pinagpapasalamat ang pagpapalang ibinibigay mo sa akin. Salamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nagkaroon ako ng matalik na kaibigan. Sa wakas. Dati, iniisip ko na mabubuhay ako nang mag-isa lang, nang walang kaibigan, nang sinasarili ang lahat. Ngayon, hindi na. Salamat, Kuya Maki. Salamat at hinayaan mo akong kilalanin ka at magpakilala sa iyo. Pasensya sa lahat ng pagkakataong hindi tayo nagkaintindihan at nagtampuhan. Huwag kang mag-alala, hindi ako nagsisising nakilala kita at naging malapit na kaibigan. Salamat sa lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kuya Jero, salamat at nagkakilala tayo. Natutuwa ako dahil napili mo kaming 2 ni Kuya Maki na maging kapatid. Salamat sa lahat ng oras na ginugol at ginugugol mo sa aming dalawa. Sana nga ay magkatapatid talaga tayo, haha. Ang bawat segundo, minuto, at oras ng pagsasama nating tatlo ay lubusang ikinagagalak ng aking kalooban. Sana'y bisitahin mo pa kami sa naging paaralan mo sa susunod na taon. Matutuwa kami, sobra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sagarmatha, salamat sa lahat ng pinagdaanan natin. Marami akong nakilalang mga tao sa inyo na hindi ko kilala dati. Mas marami naman akong nakilalang mga tao na kilala ko lang dati sa pangalan. Mag-ingat kayo sa anumang tahakin ninyong landas sa buhay. Ikinatutuwa kong naging mga opiser namin kayo. Hindi ko pinagsisisihang nag-COCC ako, kahit dati nagdalawang-isip ako. Sa katunayan, ngayong nakuha ko na ang kurso, masasabi kong malulungkot pa nga ako kung hindi ko kinuha ang kurso. Hindi ko na alam kung papaano ko gugugulin ang huling taon ko sa paaralan kung hindi ako napasama rito sa Corps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sinagtala. Salamat sa mahigit na anim na buwan ng pagsasama. Hindi ko inakalang magtatagal ako, o tayo, sa COCC. Congratulations nga pala sa atin, mga co-CO! Sana'y magbunga ng maganda ang huling taon ng pamamalagi natin sa UPIS. Sana ang mga plano natin para sa Corps at maging sa paaralan ay maging maayos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mga guro at kaklase. Salamat sa isang taon ng pakikisama at kaalaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nokey! TAMA NA ANG SENTI! HAHA. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nasa Batangas ako ngayon, nakahiga sa itaas ng double deck bed at nag-i-Internet. Kanina lang ulit ako nakatapak ng buhangin! Wootwoot! Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rars. Ang saklap naman. Huhuhu. Sa lahat ng maiiwanan ko sa bahay, yung tsinelas ko pa! Yun pa! :)) Pogi naman. Mabato pa naman yung dalampasigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nakakabanas, ang dami ko pang proyektong ihahabol. Epots. Hello, reaction paper ng &lt;em&gt;Sa Liyab ng Libong Sulo&lt;/em&gt;. Mamatay ka nang sulo kaaaaaaaa! At may CWF pa. Kelangan kong gumawa ng kuwento ng tauhan. Yung nauna kong pinasa na kuwento ng tauhan, naisip ni Ma'am na kuwento ng pag-ibig! Peste. Haha. Yung sumunod ko pang kuwento ng pag-ibig ay hindi naman nakarating kay Ma'am. Ano ba yan. Kalbaryo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Magsisimula na ang kalbaryo ko sa Ateneo sa ika-16 ng Abril. AJSS = Ateneo Junior Summer Seminar. Kasali ako sa ika-41 na batch. Grabe, ang strikto nila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;10 minutes late = 1 late&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 lates = 1absence&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 absences = drop from the course"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kumusta naman yun! Haha. Patayan na lang eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm... Napiga na yata yung utak ko sa post na ito na isinulat ko sa loob ng isang oras. Haha. Sige, sa sunod na lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-6421336913932873234?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/6421336913932873234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=6421336913932873234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/6421336913932873234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/6421336913932873234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2008/03/magandang-gabi.html' title='Magandang gabi.'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-2661614956955811835</id><published>2008-03-29T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T23:55:57.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa wakas.</title><content type='html'>Ako'y nagbabalik muli rito sa blogspot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-2661614956955811835?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/2661614956955811835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=2661614956955811835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/2661614956955811835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/2661614956955811835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2008/03/sa-wakas.html' title='Sa wakas.'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-3430720036250822494</id><published>2008-03-29T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T23:54:40.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>calcium-ized</title><content type='html'>(posted in Wordpress last June 11, 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo! School’s back, and I’m in 9-Calcium — just as I had suspected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I kinda like my Grade 9 life at the moment, but I’m sure I won’t like it much months after. Hmm… I don’t feel like I’m in the 3rd year of my high school life now… Woot. Time flies by so fast. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like first days in school. Nakauumay na… sobra… All we students do is the same: introduce ourselves, introduce ourselves, introduce ourselves! I most especially don’t like the thinking parts of these first days, “Tell something that your classmates don’t know” is an example. At least they’re over. Almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elementary people have infiltrated the high school building. :P But, don’t worry about them, cause they’re going back to their nook when repairs are done in about two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I hate Mondays too. Flag ceremonies are going to be held an hour earlier than the start of the actual classes: 7 AM. Ehh… That’s too much! I swear I am still sleeping during that time. :P Also, the Ca people’s sked during Mondays (and Thursdays too) is boring. Wow. Filipino after Algebra. 3 hours straight of boredom. I wish I can survive. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Filipino. We’re going to study Rizal’s life this quarter, then the first 34 chapter of Noli the next, then the remaining part of Noli Me Tangere during the third quarter, and El Filibusterismo during the last quarter. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is going to be okay. Western music is our course for the year.  Last year, we focused on Afro-Asian music. We did Philippine music during the first year. Sadly, there will be no Music 10, as Music 9 is the last year that we will be taught. In Grade 10, Music is just an elective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh noes. Journ. Wow. I thought I escaped those balitaan sessions in Social Studies, but no. They had to be incorporated in Journalism. Well, kinda. We have current events quizzes in Journ. Every meeting, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English 9. I think it’s going to be fun. I bought almost all of my HRR books already: Merchant of Venice, House of the Scorpion, and Lord of the Flies. The only book I lack is the one we need to have had by this quarter: The Crystal Cave. Jeez. That book is soooooo rare. I haven’t found a copy yet, in all of the times I have scavenged through book stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry. Well, I’m about to relearn the stuff that I studied during vacation. I hope that I understood well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. P.E. Eww. Basketball. No. I don’t do basketball, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say that Grade 9 is going to be an interesting year. I think that I am actually looking forward to this year. Optimism. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-3430720036250822494?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/3430720036250822494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=3430720036250822494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/3430720036250822494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/3430720036250822494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2008/03/calcium-ized.html' title='calcium-ized'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-1797243507997523625</id><published>2007-06-11T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T00:51:58.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Switcheroo!</title><content type='html'>I have decided to go wordpress for the folliwing reasons: 1. Not all people can view my blogspot blog; 2. Wordpress is newer, with cooler and better stuff than blogspot; 3. more visitors! LOL. Sooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.pampatalinongtinapay.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same URL, except the ".blogspot.com" part changes into ".wordpress.com" :) Seeya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This is just going to be temporary, until Kuya Pat is able to make a masterpiece layout for me. :) I'll tell you anyway when I switch back here. So there. :) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wordpress muna ako :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-1797243507997523625?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/1797243507997523625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=1797243507997523625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/1797243507997523625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/1797243507997523625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2007/06/switcheroo.html' title='Switcheroo!'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-6891320786105981686</id><published>2007-05-29T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T18:05:47.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware. :P</title><content type='html'>I'm too lazy to retell my experience for today, having said this twice now. So, I'll just paste my convo with Ate Konrei. Enjoy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjo: yow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjo: :P&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: uyyy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjo: musta?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: kk lng me&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: kaw?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjo: eto&lt;br /&gt;anjo: shocked&lt;br /&gt;anjo: haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: batet?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjo: ayun&lt;br /&gt;anjo: haha&lt;br /&gt;anjo: may bading kanina&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: nu ginawa sau?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjo: haha&lt;br /&gt;anjo: ayun&lt;br /&gt;anjo: haha&lt;br /&gt;anjo: mahabang kuwentuhan na naman ito&lt;br /&gt;anjo: :P&lt;br /&gt;anjo: hehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: iksian mo XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjo: kasi kanina&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: ok&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjo: naglakad ako sa "mall"&lt;br /&gt;anjo: haha&lt;br /&gt;anjo: bumili ng donat&lt;br /&gt;anjo: at kumain&lt;br /&gt;anjo: at nagpatila ng ambon&lt;br /&gt;anjo: hehe&lt;br /&gt;anjo: ayun&lt;br /&gt;anjo: naglakad ako&lt;br /&gt;anjo: tapos may nagtanong sakin&lt;br /&gt;anjo: "may max's ba rito?"&lt;br /&gt;anjo: ayun&lt;br /&gt;anjo: tinuro ko&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjo: dagdag ko: "hindi ako sure kung max's yun ah..."&lt;br /&gt;anjo: ayun&lt;br /&gt;anjo: tapos umalis siya&lt;br /&gt;anjo: naglakad din ako&lt;br /&gt;anjo: tumingin ng mags&lt;br /&gt;anjo: kasi&lt;br /&gt;anjo: diba yung june kzone ish&lt;br /&gt;anjo: hehe&lt;br /&gt;anjo: naghanap ako&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: yah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjo: ayun&lt;br /&gt;anjo: tapos pagkatingin ko sa mags&lt;br /&gt;anjo: at walang kzone ish na june&lt;br /&gt;anjo: andun na naman&lt;br /&gt;anjo: -_-&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: ung badinger z&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjo: "puwede ni ba akong samahan dun?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: XD ampota&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjo: ayun&lt;br /&gt;anjo: hehe&lt;br /&gt;anjo: edi sinamahan ko&lt;br /&gt;anjo: tapos habang naglalakad kami&lt;br /&gt;anjo: sinabi niya&lt;br /&gt;anjo: na&lt;br /&gt;anjo: "wala lang, crush lang kita. wala namang masama roon diba?"&lt;br /&gt;anjo: O_O&lt;br /&gt;anjo: O___O&lt;br /&gt;anjo: crush&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: WTF!! XD &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: patay ah&lt;br /&gt;anjo: haha&lt;br /&gt;anjo: talaga&lt;br /&gt;anjo: tapos&lt;br /&gt;anjo: sabi pa&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: lihim na pagtingin&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjo: "um, gusto mo, kain tayo?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: XD tinanggap mo sana para malibre ka LOL&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjo: haha&lt;br /&gt;anjo: evil mo&lt;br /&gt;anjo: :P&lt;br /&gt;anjo: ayun&lt;br /&gt;anjo: sabi ko&lt;br /&gt;anjo: salamat na lang, busog pa ako eh&lt;br /&gt;anjo: ayun&lt;br /&gt;anjo: tapos&lt;br /&gt;anjo: nagpupumilit&lt;br /&gt;anjo: haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjo: sabi ko&lt;br /&gt;anjo: busog ako&lt;br /&gt;anjo: :P&lt;br /&gt;anjo: ayun&lt;br /&gt;anjo: hindi pa yun tapos dun!&lt;br /&gt;anjo: haha&lt;br /&gt;anjo: edi sabi na lang niya na maglakad-lakad na lang kami&lt;br /&gt;anjo: edi yun&lt;br /&gt;anjo: nakiride ako&lt;br /&gt;anjo: haha&lt;br /&gt;anjo: habang nasa escalator, yung kamay niya...&lt;br /&gt;anjo: pinapupunta niya sa&lt;br /&gt;anjo: alam mo ba&lt;br /&gt;anjo: na&lt;br /&gt;anjo: toot&lt;br /&gt;anjo: haha&lt;br /&gt;anjo: :P&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: WTF!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjo: ewan&lt;br /&gt;anjo: basta&lt;br /&gt;anjo: lumalayo na lang ako&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: patay may lihim na pagtingin sau....XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjo: haha&lt;br /&gt;anjo: TALAGA&lt;br /&gt;anjo: hah&lt;br /&gt;anjo: a&lt;br /&gt;anjo: ayun&lt;br /&gt;anjo: tapos&lt;br /&gt;anjo: tinanong niya yung pangalan ko&lt;br /&gt;anjo: di ako sumagot&lt;br /&gt;anjo: ngumiti lang&lt;br /&gt;anjo: hehe&lt;br /&gt;anjo: ayun&lt;br /&gt;anjo: tapos&lt;br /&gt;anjo: tinanong niya kung nag-a-arcade daw ba ako&lt;br /&gt;anjo: sabi ko, hindi&lt;br /&gt;anjo: hihihi&lt;br /&gt;anjo: tapos&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: nagpipilit?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjo: na mag-arcade?&lt;br /&gt;anjo: hindi naman&lt;br /&gt;anjo: ayun&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: ahhh&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjo: anyway&lt;br /&gt;anjo: siya yung nanguna maglakad&lt;br /&gt;anjo: tapos bumubuntot lang ako&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: heheeh&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjo: tapos paulit-ulit niyang tinanong yung pangalan ko&lt;br /&gt;anjo: ayun&lt;br /&gt;anjo: tumingin ako sa paligid&lt;br /&gt;anjo: haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: sinabi mo real mo...&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: *name&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjo: alam mo yung mubee&lt;br /&gt;anjo: yung fracture ata&lt;br /&gt;anjo: hehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUZZ!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: mmm....nope...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjo: well&lt;br /&gt;anjo: basta&lt;br /&gt;anjo: ang pangalan ko ay...&lt;br /&gt;anjo: ryan&lt;br /&gt;anjo: :P&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: hahah...at nde **** LOL&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjo: haha&lt;br /&gt;anjo: (salamat, ryan gosling )&lt;br /&gt;anjo: nakita ko kasi yung poster kanina&lt;br /&gt;anjo: hehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: hehehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjo: anyway&lt;br /&gt;anjo: ayun&lt;br /&gt;anjo: pangalan niya ay z-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br /&gt;anjo: ayan&lt;br /&gt;anjo: di ko sure kung tama spelling&lt;br /&gt;anjo: ayun&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: serena?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjo: pangalan niya ay z-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br /&gt;anjo: as is&lt;br /&gt;anjo: :P&lt;br /&gt;anjo: ayun&lt;br /&gt;anjo: tapos&lt;br /&gt;anjo: tinanong niya kung anong ginawa ko roon&lt;br /&gt;anjo: sabi ko, nagpatila ng ambon&lt;br /&gt;anjo: ulit&lt;br /&gt;anjo: hehe&lt;br /&gt;anjo: yun&lt;br /&gt;anjo: tapos&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: tutulog na ako ng 2 AM XD&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: naorasan ako ng nanay ko&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjo: tinanong niya kung kelangan ko nang umuwi&lt;br /&gt;anjo: sabi ko: "oo, kelangan na. maglilinis pa kasi ako eh"&lt;br /&gt;anjo: "wow, sipag mo naman," sabi niya&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: haha&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: bubuntutin ka nyan LOL&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjo: heh&lt;br /&gt;anjo: :P&lt;br /&gt;anjo: tapos tinanong ako kung saan ako nakatira&lt;br /&gt;anjo: "ah, diyan lang, sa tandang sora"&lt;br /&gt;anjo: laking gulat ko&lt;br /&gt;anjo: nang sabihin niya na taga-tandang sora rin siya&lt;br /&gt;anjo: "dun, sa may doña faustina 1"&lt;br /&gt;anjo: e ang masaklap&lt;br /&gt;anjo: taga-doña faustina 1 ako!&lt;br /&gt;anjo: O_O&lt;br /&gt;anjo: haha&lt;br /&gt;anjo: yun&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: LOL&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjo: di ko na sinabi na taga-df1 ako&lt;br /&gt;anjo: 3 weeks pa lang daw sila rito, bagong lipat&lt;br /&gt;anjo: haha&lt;br /&gt;anjo: ayun&lt;br /&gt;anjo: sabi ko&lt;br /&gt;anjo: kelangan ko nang umuwi, dahil hinahanap na ako ng nanay ko&lt;br /&gt;anjo: itext ko raw at sabihing matatagalan ako&lt;br /&gt;anjo: sabi ko wala akong load&lt;br /&gt;anjo: haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjo: "wag ka mag-alala, loloadan kita"&lt;br /&gt;anjo: haha&lt;br /&gt;anjo: ayun&lt;br /&gt;anjo: tumanggi rin ako&lt;br /&gt;anjo: hehe&lt;br /&gt;anjo: "kelangan ko na talagang umuwi eh"&lt;br /&gt;anjo: sabi ko&lt;br /&gt;anjo: "sige, sa susunod na lang"&lt;br /&gt;anjo: haha&lt;br /&gt;anjo: hiningi yung number ko&lt;br /&gt;anjo: sa cellphone&lt;br /&gt;anjo: hindi ko binigay&lt;br /&gt;anjo: :P&lt;br /&gt;anjo: ah, onga pala&lt;br /&gt;anjo: tinanong niya kung saan ako nag-aaral&lt;br /&gt;anjo: sagot: "sa school"&lt;br /&gt;anjo: ayun&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjo: pinalo yung tiyan ko&lt;br /&gt;anjo: haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: LOL&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjo: uu&lt;br /&gt;anjo: "sige na, ry, ibigay mo na yung number mo"&lt;br /&gt;anjo: haha&lt;br /&gt;anjo: anyway&lt;br /&gt;anjo: good luck na lang sa akin&lt;br /&gt;anjo: kung pareho pala kami ng sinisimbahan&lt;br /&gt;anjo: eh&lt;br /&gt;anjo: tumutugtog pa naman ako sa church&lt;br /&gt;anjo: -_-&lt;br /&gt;anjo: or kumakanta&lt;br /&gt;anjo: good luck na lang&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: nyay...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjo: hihihi&lt;br /&gt;anjo: ayun&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemmima Ting: kaya yan&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjo: *bow*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. :P I changed some parts, lol. She might somehow visit this blog of mine... LoL. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-6891320786105981686?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/6891320786105981686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=6891320786105981686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/6891320786105981686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/6891320786105981686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2007/05/beware-p.html' title='Beware. :P'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-5358377871086030667</id><published>2007-05-28T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T23:31:31.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell :)</title><content type='html'>Even the clouds wept with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday was the second-to-the-last day of our Parish Priest, Fr. Emmanuel del Rosario, in our parish here in Tandang Sora. I had lost not only a priest, but also a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is one of the strictest people I could ever recall, saying things frankly, although usually in a harsh manner. He is an artist, filling our church and his pad with different works of art. He is also a singer, regularly checking up the Grand Choir's singing during important occasions, and singing songs during mass with the congregation as well as the choir. He is, after all, a priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the priest with whom I received my First Communion, the first time I communed with the Lord. He was the priest when I had my Sacrament of Confirmation. He was the priest when I played in mass for the first time. He was the priest when I first joined a choir. He was the priest when I became active in church activities. He was the priest with which I achieved many firsts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if there are any lasts with him, but I'm sure that my memories with him will last for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says he had become at home and at ease in our community. I think so too. If given a choice, he says that he would stay here and serve God here. I would like so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everything has an end. Good times and bad ones do end. Although sad because of his parting us, I am, at the same time, filled with joy, for he will share his talents with other people besides us. We have had our turn, after all. Now, it's others'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pads,&lt;/span&gt; for everything. :) If, by any chance, you get to read this particular post of mine, I would like you to know that my life changed during your term here. I thank you for that. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hanggang sa uulitin! Ingat po kayo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-5358377871086030667?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/5358377871086030667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=5358377871086030667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/5358377871086030667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/5358377871086030667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2007/05/farewell.html' title='Farewell :)'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-2248722889371054456</id><published>2007-05-26T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T00:19:58.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really interesting day, this is</title><content type='html'>Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the wedding thingy. Second, The teambuilding thingy. Third, my itchy scratchy thingy. Fourth, I get locked out of Kuya's room, with the key inside his room. Fifth, I came home with sore joints. &lt;em&gt;Napilayan pa nga yata ako -_-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL. Halp! Should I go on with the wedding? :P Maybe not. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-2248722889371054456?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/2248722889371054456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=2248722889371054456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/2248722889371054456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/2248722889371054456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2007/05/really-interesting-day-this-is.html' title='Really interesting day, this is'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-117801120923436073</id><published>2007-05-25T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T00:15:04.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Family" Teambuilding Day.</title><content type='html'>Today is Los Baños Day for Mom, Dad, Ate, and of course, the youngest. I packed my things overnight, Mom said that we were going to swim, swim, swim! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this family outing is one of the products of the main agenda for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you might know by now, my Mom works in DoST. So there. Today, they had a teambuilding in Forest Club, which is in Los Baños, Laguna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were late, as usual, because of you-know-who. (Shhh, no telly!) And we had quite an interesting day ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got lost because of the incorrect wordings of the directions that were given to us. To top it all off, during our way to the Club, there was a pop inside the car. It sounded like a plastic popping, and the car had quite a repugnant smell afterwards. I wonder what that is. So we went down the car, and rode again after a few minutes of breathing fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, lo and behold, we were inside the big blue iron gates of the Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Club is a really nice place. With an enclosed spacious nipa hut for large gatherings such as these, with pools for both adults and children, and with obstacle courses, this said place is housed under the shade of towering trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went inside the function hut and ate snacks. People were wearing either red, blue, or green shirts. Apparently, they were the teams for the teambuilding games. :P Mom was in the Green team. And Blue lacked two, so Ate and I joined the fun. Hihihihihi. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there were 5 events: rafting, log-crossing, single-rope crossing, obstacle course, and ski relay. All of these events were timed, and the team with the best time won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafting: Two people are on a raft. You try to go back and forth the "swamp" by tugging on a rope stretched across your court. Every time a person falls into the pond (not a swamp :P), 20 points are minused from your score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Log-Crossing: You cross a log. You fall, you get drenched into the muddy depths of the pond, plus, you get demerits for your team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singe-Rope Crossing: There are two parallel ropes. One below, one above. You step on the rope below, you hold onto the rope above. You cross the pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obstacle Course: You crawl under a net, go across some tires, cross an elevated log, go around a chair, cross the log again, etc. Every time you make a mistake, you repeat the part of the course with which you made a mistake on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ski Relay: 5 pairs of slippers are nailed onto two boards. Your goal is to go with your team and go around a chair, and make it back to your starting position. Lifting the boards will cost demerits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the blue team topped the first 3 courses. :P I fell off the log and into the pond. My slippers got lost, but they were later recovered. :P (Help me! I'm itching right now! I took a bath after the entire game though. O_o) We were last in the obstacle course and the relay. :P I even got a wound on my thigh because of the crawling part of the course. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WON! Hahaha. :P Second in place was Team Green, and last was Team Red. So there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the awarding ceremony for the other events of the day, and then we ate some snacks and went home. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate and I got two blue glasses, and Mom got a green one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*scritch, scratch*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-117801120923436073?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/117801120923436073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=117801120923436073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/117801120923436073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/117801120923436073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2007/05/family-teambuilding-day.html' title='&quot;Family&quot; Teambuilding Day.'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-7565560823043702112</id><published>2007-05-25T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T23:20:08.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Onii-chan is coming to town!</title><content type='html'>Weee! Haha. Kuya's coming home this Tuesday, and I can't even say that I'm glad or something. Can't tell. Maybe I've just gone too apathetic to him so as not to care what he does or even how he is doing. We don't even talk much. Maybe it's just because of the uber big age gap between us. Uhh... 12 years, I think? Or was it 13? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See why? LoL. When I was a grade schooler, he'd tease me when he'd drive me on the way to school, and I end up getting mad at him because he did so, only realizing why he did that when I was a lot older. Maybe he gave up on me. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he left for the States, he gave me his clothes and shoes that he left behind. I wanted to thank him, but I was shy. So I just sent him an e-mail saying so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my family would go to our relatives next door to call Kuya in the States, I wouldn't want to come, for what would I tell him? Even if I did, I wouldn't talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has been reiterating that I should be closer to him. But I guess I'm too shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-&lt; Now, he's coming back, and he's going to take his room back (which I had been occupying since my former room had been transformed into a storage room), and maybe his things too... :-&lt; I don't mind. I'm thankful for him. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-7565560823043702112?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/7565560823043702112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=7565560823043702112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/7565560823043702112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/7565560823043702112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2007/05/onii-chan-is-coming-to-town.html' title='Onii-chan is coming to town!'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-768823692931203241</id><published>2007-05-25T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T23:02:39.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm... Premonitions, premonitions...</title><content type='html'>Today, we went to Los Baños. But no, that's not what I'm going to talk about. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at around 6 A.M. feeling groggy... So I went downstairs and slept on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZzzzzzzzZzzzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dreams for me, but my Ate did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She woke me up, saying that she dreamt about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was kinda flattered. Nah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a nightmare. The gist of her nightmare was that a bride took me as a pianist during her wedding this Sunday, May 27. The catch is, if I make a mistake in playing, she won't return me to my family. There was one problem though: the bride wanted me to play another version of &lt;em&gt;The Lord's Prayer&lt;/em&gt;. I couldn't play it. There was not much time, apparently the date of the wedding being two days from now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her dream was cut short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ate was beside me, waking my tired body which was lying spread-eagled onto the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day went by smoothly. We went to Los Baños, and headed home via Mount Makiling. My cellphone rang when we were halfway through the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello Anjo, si Tita Tess (one of the instrumentalists in our church) 'to. Pwede ka bang tumugtog sa kasal bukas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k-k-k-kasal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mouthed the words "tugtog daw ako sa kasal" to my Ate, who was violently opposing the thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after a few minutes of discussion, I told Tita Tess that I would see if I can play tomorrow, seeing that I have had not much practice (although I know I can do it flawlessly :P LoL. Conceited. :P Just kidding.), and the wedding is less than 24 hours away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there's Ate's dream to consider. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I declined the proposal to play in the wedding. It was supposed to be my first wedding too, saying, "Sa susunod na lang po, may lakad po kasi kami bukas eh. Sorry po," when we have none... O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Oooohhhh! Pang True Philippine Ghost Stories ang kuwento! Haha. :P Labo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-768823692931203241?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/768823692931203241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=768823692931203241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/768823692931203241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/768823692931203241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2007/05/hmmm-premonitions-premonitions.html' title='Hmmm... Premonitions, premonitions...'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-4162649747154666743</id><published>2007-05-25T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T22:14:02.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bizarre Me. -- Part 2</title><content type='html'>Sooo... I'm officially on writer mode tonight! *claps* Once again, enjoy the sudden influx of entries. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I decided to make a part 2 of my previous post. :) Here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I drown my food in a &lt;b&gt;pool&lt;/b&gt; of ketchup whenever I eat ketchup-okay food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Among all the ketchup varieties, I prefer tomato ketchup the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I can make my nostrils go wider then back to normal size. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. (Okay, I've a toe issue too. :P) I often look at other people's toes whenever I get a chance to. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I sometimes act like Spiderman and use my acrobatic skills to go atop our roof and hang out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I, as a wee kid, have never had -- and enjoyed -- a lot of boyish toys. Really. I preferred the more intellectual type of toys rather than those requiring self-made sound effects and a broad imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tsssssewww tsseeeeeww! Oh no! The enemy's here! Power Rangers SPD! Tenenenenenen! Yey! Tuggshhhhhhh tuggggssshhh! Tenenenen! Batman!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I have been sleeping real late since I was... uhh... really young. :P When I was really young and I slept between my Mom and my Dad, my so-called bedtime was about 9. After my Mom tells me to sleep, I curl up beside her, and pretend to sleep, all the while watching TV. :P And when I started to have my own room, I had freedom to sleep whenever I can. I can't seem to put down those books that I read then, so I somehow manage to stay awake 'til 12 or 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I haven't ridden in a boat before. You know, Super Ferry-ish boats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. Eight. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-4162649747154666743?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/4162649747154666743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=4162649747154666743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/4162649747154666743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/4162649747154666743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2007/05/bizarre-me-part-2.html' title='Bizarre Me. -- Part 2'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-672327744491761750</id><published>2007-05-11T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T00:16:25.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bizarre me.</title><content type='html'>Not only because Reniel tagged me that I did this, but also because I found the topic interesting... Sharing your own weirdness to the world. Coolness, dude! Haha. Who knows, I might even find someone as weird as I am. ^_^ Anyway, here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When I was young, maybe 7 or 8, I ate raw noodles :P Don't blame me, I couldn't cook my own food then, and there was usually &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nobody&lt;/span&gt; around to cook food for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I can bend my left index finger in such a way that the nail touches the back part of the hand. Oh, and so can my left middle finger. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Jollibee, yes, that red flightless bee, scared me so much when I was about 5. Why wouldn't anyone be scared of a freaky dancing mascot whose smile is so wide that it may eat you alive? Why wouldn't anyone be afraid of a "jolly" mascot with such big, ogling eyes that small kids can fit in them? Answer me! Answeeeeeeer meeeeee!!!! Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am a frustrated swimmer. Freestyle is sooooooooo not my style. I don't even plan on studying the other swimming styles. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I do soccer. :) Well, I like playing it. LoL. I guess you think that I only do board games and such. Haha. Nosiree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I listen to classical music and oldies. As a matter of fact, I prefer these much more than hardcore rock or rap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I eat Milo + Nido. Sometimes when there are bananas and I feel like eating them, I chop them up and add them into the milk mixture. :P Ate introduced me to that... Shhh ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I think I am obsessive-compulsive. I'm not gonna delve into that issue deeper, so you'll just have to observe me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Those are all that I can think of at the moment. Should any pop out out of my pool of thoughts, be sure that I will post them here. :P  Until then, ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-672327744491761750?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/672327744491761750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=672327744491761750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/672327744491761750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/672327744491761750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2007/05/bizarre-me.html' title='Bizarre me.'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-2520117237603205972</id><published>2007-05-01T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T00:59:28.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo!</title><content type='html'>May 1 ngayon. Birthday ko! Weeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-2520117237603205972?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/2520117237603205972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=2520117237603205972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/2520117237603205972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/2520117237603205972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2007/05/woohoo.html' title='Woohoo!'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-1569207267838155979</id><published>2007-04-28T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T10:46:04.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBS (Be Back Soon)</title><content type='html'>Well peeps, I'll be on Baguio mode for a few days. Might come home Monday or Tuesday. :) Seeya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-1569207267838155979?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/1569207267838155979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=1569207267838155979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/1569207267838155979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/1569207267838155979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2007/04/bbs-be-back-soon.html' title='BBS (Be Back Soon)'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-33372585840795810</id><published>2007-04-27T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T02:26:12.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Name Is...</title><content type='html'>I came across a &lt;a href="http://www.paulsadowski.com/Numbers.asp"&gt;"name dictionary"&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://buhayblog.com"&gt;Kuya Pat's&lt;/a&gt; blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, though, it is very much accurate than most "dictionaries". O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's mine in a nutshell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You entered: &lt;b&gt;Senando Angelo Rima Santiago&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 25 letters in your name.&lt;br /&gt;Those 25 letters total to 109&lt;br /&gt;There are 12 vowels and 13 consonants in your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your number is: &lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characteristics of #1 are: &lt;b&gt;Initiating action, pioneering, leading, independent, attaining, individual.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Soul Urge number is: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Inner Dream number is: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't put everything here though. You have to check the site out if you want to know what the interpretations for my numbers are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-33372585840795810?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/33372585840795810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=33372585840795810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/33372585840795810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/33372585840795810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-name-is.html' title='My Name Is...'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-3475231746548429015</id><published>2007-04-27T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T02:27:17.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jolly good!</title><content type='html'>Hahaha. For some unexplainable reason, some Jollibee songs played in my head. I'll just share them with you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jw0dXT8Gu44"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jw0dXT8Gu44" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That first part there is the Jollibee Jolly Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cqPnZyVsnP0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cqPnZyVsnP0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Jollibee &amp; Friends Bee Dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who'd ever think that Jollibee would become the Pinoy Barney? Hahaha. :P Bzzzz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-3475231746548429015?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/3475231746548429015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=3475231746548429015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/3475231746548429015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/3475231746548429015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2007/04/jolly-good.html' title='Jolly good!'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-1918152226101185660</id><published>2007-04-26T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T00:52:24.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gayagaya Putomaya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tD2B274Lb0w/RjDYlKl0pQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EK_2SJCr40U/s1600-h/Gaia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tD2B274Lb0w/RjDYlKl0pQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EK_2SJCr40U/s320/Gaia.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057780514546820354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Weeee! This is today's blog post number 3! :D I should do a post a day, instead of flooding you. LOL. But then... Yay! I posted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really into Audition very much anymore. And the main reason is because I don't have an updated video card so I can't play it on my computer. I play it on my dad's computer. My dad's office computer. LOL. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm into Gaia Online now... It's a nice online community in which you can hang out and make friends and fulfill quests and play some games and make your own avatar and dress them up and buy your own home and fix it up and watch movies. LOL! And... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it. Tell me if you wanna join. :) I'll send you an invitation. Weeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That little person in the photo over there *points up* is me. :) And watching movies is just one of the cool things you can do here. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-1918152226101185660?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/1918152226101185660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=1918152226101185660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/1918152226101185660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/1918152226101185660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2007/04/gayagaya-putomaya.html' title='Gayagaya Putomaya!'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tD2B274Lb0w/RjDYlKl0pQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EK_2SJCr40U/s72-c/Gaia.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-8472046250528227100</id><published>2007-04-26T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T23:10:31.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dibidi! Yeh!</title><content type='html'>We all know that the Philippines is a country chock full of pirates. &lt;i&gt;Hindi, hindi si Kapitan Dyak Maya. (Hindi mo gets no? :P)&lt;/i&gt; Anyway, whenever you turn around a corner during your daily commute to and fro home, or whenver you just want to stroll around the Metro, you're bound to see vendors. Dibidiiiiii! Weeeee! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last Friday, I wandered into a nearby mall: Circle C. I walked around the DVD vendors and looked at their merchandise. 80 Philippine Pesos each CD... Hmm... LOL. Anyway, &lt;i&gt;une vendeuse&lt;/i&gt; (:D) was selling me a DVD copy of "Cute ng Ina Mo" (CnIM). I guess you know that. :) Well, Here's our little dialogue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I skim through the merchandise and passes the DVD of CnIM*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vendeuse: Gusto mo ng CnIM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Ate, minumura mo 'ata ako eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vendeuse: Hindi ah! Yun yung pangalan nung DVD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Hindi naman 'te eh... Minumura moko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I leave her... Weeee!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not even sure if some of the sentences I wrote there was true. Anyway. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still walked around. I even saw Pokemon DVDs: MAster Quest, Chronicles, and other series which I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across another &lt;i&gt;vendeuse&lt;/i&gt;. Skim, skim, skim. LOL. Then I passed the titles with semi-nude girl with slutty posings. Well, obviously, they were R-18. Then I also passed by some hentai DVDs... Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vendeuse: *talks about her X-rated movies* Bilhin mo na 'yan! eks-eks (XX)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Ate, bebentahan mo 'ko niyan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vendeuse: Oo naman! Bili ka na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Haha, talaga lang ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vendeuse: Dali na, bili na, para makadalawa naman ako ngayong araw. Gusto mo nung cartoons (Woot, cartoons pa pala yun. :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Ate! Malapit na birthday ko! (:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee! LOL. I didn't buy any, but I was appalled to know that the vendors sell X-rated stuff to minors. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapitan Dyak Maya: Arrrrr, matey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang, gusto ko lang isingit. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-8472046250528227100?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/8472046250528227100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=8472046250528227100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/8472046250528227100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/8472046250528227100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2007/04/dibidi-yeh.html' title='Dibidi! Yeh!'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-3428099652055741553</id><published>2007-04-26T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T22:09:42.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeeeeee..... -_-;</title><content type='html'>Hmm... Is it just me, or have I been feeling kinda gloomy and moody these past few days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I &lt;b&gt;think&lt;/b&gt; that I've been quite irritable with some people without their knowing. Don't ask me who. On the other hand, I most of the time feel that I irritate people. Maybe because I tend to get too overboard with my "talkativeness"? Well, if yes, forgive me for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also seem just to keep quiet and to stare at something when around people, even with my friends. Plus, I usually feel depressed without enough reason to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just because of boredom? Prolly... I might've been just tiring myself out too much. Prolly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Next week, May already starts. And in a few weeks time, school's gonna start again. Irritation. Frustration. Expectation. Information. Blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-3428099652055741553?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/3428099652055741553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=3428099652055741553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/3428099652055741553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/3428099652055741553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2007/04/weeeeeee.html' title='Weeeeeee..... -_-;'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-422734626932148279</id><published>2007-04-24T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T10:07:14.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've no choice, haven't I?</title><content type='html'>Well, you might know by now that I serve in our parish here in Tandang Sora. If you haven't known, then I might as well fill you on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a member of many choirs: 3 to be exact. LOL. Enzo Choir (my choir composed of teens), Gospel Choir (adult group), and the Grand Choir (all of the choirs in church combined).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be wondering how I came to be a member of the adult group. Well, my Ate is a member, and the members there have known me for a very long time. They've seen how I work with my own group. Modesty aside, they like my passion in service. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might also know that I play the piano. As a matter of fact, I've a piano lessons later and I haven't even finished my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, combine those two facts together and you might think that I play the piano during masses. Yup, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been with Enzo for more than a year. Some members there, I've known since I was in the Children's Choir, in which my Ate persuaded me to join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original Enzo organist had been excusing herself during pratices and masses, her reasons all pointed to having a heavy load of schoolwork. I, being the proxy, used to play instead of her. Problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now, I'm stuck. LOL. I think I've become the choirmaster. The original instrumentalist seemed to be the proxy now... And I teach Enzo new songs, with matching voicings. Well, what can I say, I'm really good! Haha. Just kidding. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd prefer singing in the chorus than playing for it. Playing in church makes me quite nervous, because I might make mistakes. Besides, I'd like to be part of the choir, making enchanting melodies to serve the Lord. If I make a mistake in singing, it won't be quite noticeable. Because I've other people singing around me too. You know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll get straight to the point now. Our Grand Choir Master is bound to leave us soon. Yes. Because she is the cousin of our priest, and priests, after every 5 years, move from parish to parish to serve the community there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choirmasters of the other choir in parish are considering me as a replacement for our choirmaster. Woot. Because of my great piano skills, *eherm, lol* they want me to play the piano during Grand Choir masses. Woot. Haha. I'm not really good, promise. I've no choice, haven't I? But, hey, I'm practicing my church pieces... Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see me playing at church, and I see you, I'll kill you. LOL. Just kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-422734626932148279?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/422734626932148279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=422734626932148279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/422734626932148279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/422734626932148279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-no-choice-havent-i.html' title='I&apos;ve no choice, haven&apos;t I?'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-1093265777194258675</id><published>2007-04-24T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T09:40:09.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon anniversaire pampatalinong tinapay! :P</title><content type='html'>Yay! Malapit ni birthday nito! May 4! Isang araw bago ang website ng PKMNph.com. Haha. Wootwoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana, hindi ulit to amagin tulad ng nangyari dati. LOL. Sana hindi ako tamarin magpost. :P Wala lang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-1093265777194258675?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/1093265777194258675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=1093265777194258675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/1093265777194258675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/1093265777194258675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2007/04/bon-anniversaire-pampatalinong-tinapay.html' title='Bon anniversaire pampatalinong tinapay! :P'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-2587201868984239757</id><published>2007-04-24T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T09:37:18.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's pah-taaaaay all night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://clubaudition.com.ph/images/site/downloads/screenshots/screenshot_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://clubaudition.com.ph/images/site/downloads/screenshots/screenshot_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://clubaudition.com.ph/images/site/downloads/screenshots/screenshot_17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:leftr; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://clubaudition.com.ph/images/site/downloads/screenshots/screenshot_17.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Pictures taken from &lt;a href="http://www.clubaudition.com.ph/"&gt;Club Audition&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've been hooked up with an MMOG (Massive Multiplayer Online Game) called Audition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might say that I got addicted, I guess I am. Kinda. I've played O2Jam, and I think that pressing the arrow keys and the spacebar is way easier -- and enjoyable -- than waiting tensely, nervous fingers above the "S", "D", "F", "J", "K", "L", and the spacebar keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very challenging, this game tests your reflex and concentration -- a wrong press of a button could cost you thousands of points, or worse, your sanity. :P LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like games that challenge my mind and skill. I dunno why, but they're fun. Lessee, hmm... I like Scrabble, easy trivia questions, DDR, O2Jam, Audition. :P Share share... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you wanna go play with me in Audition or O2Jam, just PM me and we'll talk. ;) Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-2587201868984239757?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/2587201868984239757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=2587201868984239757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/2587201868984239757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/2587201868984239757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2007/04/lets-pah-taaaaay-all-night.html' title='Let&apos;s pah-taaaaay all night!'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-6465976174460046765</id><published>2007-04-22T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T23:58:48.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho-humm...</title><content type='html'>I'm bored. Haha. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate, Mom, Dad, and I went to Subic yesterday to stay overnight. My Mom's office (TAPI-DoST) had to do something there. Probably promote science and technology during Subic City's celebration of something... Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as soon as we got to Subic, we went to a certain house in SBMA, where my mom's officemates stayed, and unpacked our things. Our room was... err... just... fine. The carpet had darker stains on some parts than the others, the closet's sliding doors were hard to move around, some sockets in the room weren't even working. To top it all off, our queen-sized bed seemed to have a dirty comforter... Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reaching the house, we went to the Boardwalk. There, we walked about and browsed through merchandise that the vendors were selling. My dad got me a bracelet, although I don't really wear those. We headed to a bar... Yep, it was a bar, despite the dark atmosphere occasionally pierced by the blissful lights strewn about the stage. Cool! There was even a band! Haha. Well, as we sat there, my dad ordered a bucket of San Mig Light... Mind you, there were only 2 girls, and 2 boys... And a bucket of beer... Haha. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we went to the house afterwards, and slept. One bed, four people. think about it. LOL. I was at the farthest, leftmost side; Ate's sandwiched between me and my Mom, and Dad slept at the other side. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up today and ate some brekkie, then went to Ocean Adventure. Yes! I've been there! Haha. &lt;em&gt;Mainggit ka! :P Beeeeelat! Hahahaha...&lt;/em&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went shopping, after our fruitful journey to Ocean Adventure, which included just asking the lady in the counter how much an entrance fee is, and getting back into the car, dismayed about the price. LOL. I got a long-sleeved sports shirt. I love that shirt. :) I also got an orangey-brown polo, a green Adidas shirt, and some candy! Yay! LOL. I've a sweet tooth, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm home... Typing... Breathing... Waiting... Boring...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-6465976174460046765?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/6465976174460046765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=6465976174460046765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/6465976174460046765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/6465976174460046765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2007/04/ho-humm.html' title='Ho-humm...'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-4194731834102407185</id><published>2007-04-19T17:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T18:16:33.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm hot... Really!</title><content type='html'>Yo! What’s up? Hehe. I’m back! :P &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer na naman! Umiinit na naman ang panahon. Kumusta naman ‘yun. At mas mainit dahil sa global warming. Kumusta naman ‘yun. At lalong umiinit dahil nabubutas ang ozone layer. Kumusta naman ‘yun. At talagang umiinit dahil magwiwinter na sa Southern Hemisphere… Haha. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil summer na naman, tiyak ang pagtindi ng sikat ng araw, ang pagkakaroon ng bakasyon mula sa paaralan, ang pagtambay ng mga kabataan sa mall o sa tahanan, ang pagpapapirma ng mga clearance, ang pag-uutos ng mga magulang sa mga anak na palaboy-laboy lang sa bahay na mag-ayos-ayos ng buhay, ang paglilinis ng mga kuwartong punumpuno na kalat, ang pagsisimba kung Semana Santa, ang pagsali sa mga summer class, ang pagpasok sa trabaho ng mga bored sa buhay, ang pagtaas ng bill ng kuryente dahil sa paggamit ng aircon, ang pagtaas din ng bill ng tubig dahil sa maya’t mayang pangangailangan ng paliligo, ang pagpapawis ng mga kilikili, ang pagdebelop ng balakubak, at ang pangingitim ng katawa’t mukha dahil sa maghapon paglangoy. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun. Natutunaw na nga ako sa init eh. Hehe. 35 degrees Celsius pa naman.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. At mas mainit pa sa summer ang pagkapanalo ni Pacquiao. Kumusta naman ‘yun. Iboto ninyo siya sa eleksiyon ah! Woohoo! Manny for President! O_O&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At kapag summer break, birthday ko! Woohoo! Regalo ko ha. :) Okay lang kahit cash. Cheke, okay lang din. Tandaan: May 1. Hehe. :)&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onga pala, Speaking of May. Sa May 1 din, Labor Day. May 5, Happy birthday PKMNph website! :) Sa May 12, birthday ni Kuya Nige. Sa May 14 manganganak si Kris, at ang eleksyon sa Pilipinas. May 15, happy birthday Joseph! May 31, bon anniversaire, Reniel!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Grabeng plugging ito. :P Wala lang, yoko pa munang magpakaseryoso sa una kong post.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang ineeeeeeeeeeeht! O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. Wa! Nanganak na pala si Kris kanina. O_O Haha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-4194731834102407185?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/4194731834102407185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=4194731834102407185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/4194731834102407185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/4194731834102407185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-hot-really.html' title='I&apos;m hot... Really!'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-7358409309259497504</id><published>2007-01-02T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T19:22:24.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How cool could it be?</title><content type='html'>December 31st. Cool day. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning: I woke up late, as usual. Ate said we were going somewhere. I learned later on that we were to go to my mom's tita's house because my mom's tita's husband celebrates his birthday every December 31st (so I think ^_^).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom said that we were to leave the house at around 1:30 P.M. As usual, we went out late (it was about 3 I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon: We then went to SM North EDSA. Mom's orders. She wanted to buy fruits because we had none then. She made me line up with dozens of people. The lines there were just too long! Took up almost halfway the whole store! No kidding. At least the basket lanes' lines were shorter than the carts'. :) And did I mention that the lines there were very long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to hear mass near SM. 5 PM mass. Ate sat at the leftmost part of the pew, then me, them mom, and lastly, dad. Wow, we were like a choir back then. Haha. Hilarious. Ate sang alto, I sang bass, mom sang soprano, and dad, whatever he wanted to sing. :P Had a great time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we went to Fairview. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that I had dance practice that day (we were to dance to "Shout for Joy" by Gary V. in church that evening), and grand choir practice for that evening's mass too. Didn't attend them both. Good luck to me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we arrived there and dad deliberately swerved the car right--beside a lighted fountain. Mom was at the passenger seat--near that lighted stuff. She went on panic mode because my dad was teasing her that that thingy was about to explode. Fun. :) It did explode. Way after we had gone past it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After arriving at my "lola"'s house, we ate there and stayed 'til 8:00 P.M.--one hour to go until the midnight mass here in San Lorenzo Ruiz Parish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came to our village at just about 8:45 P.M. There was no one in our house, because our househelp went back to Bicol the day before that to celebrate New Year with her family. So all we had to enter our home was a super locked front door (with no chance to go in without totally destroying the door), and a screened side door with another door inside it. Luck was what we needed. All the doors leading inside were locked, and we had only the key to the screened door and not the key to the dorr inside the latter! How cool could that be? Locked out of the house during New Year's Eve. Hilarious. We just went to mass. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to mass, I sang with the choir and danced. Period. Nothing special. :) Then we went home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad opened the screened door. The second door had some vents underneath it. He tore out two (LOL :P) and told me to open the doorknob. I used my sticklike (hahaha, LOL :P) arms and opened the door! Hurray! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we waited for 12 midnight to come. When it did, we brought all our fireworks out: two fountains. They looked cool. Kinda. (We want to be repaid for these, please!) And we watched the eastern sky because fireworks were the most plentiful there. :) Happy new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-7358409309259497504?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/7358409309259497504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=7358409309259497504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/7358409309259497504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/7358409309259497504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-cool-could-it-be.html' title='How cool could it be?'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-6574836500833545308</id><published>2006-12-26T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T02:14:36.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still in the mood for Christmas... Hehehe</title><content type='html'>I know Christmas is over, but I still like it. :P Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to carol again. We caroled around the village for 2 nights, and we got a three-digit number amount of income. :) Clue: our minimum income was 15 PhP, and we sang to at least 15 houses during the two nights of caroling. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we sang &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Angels We Have Heard on High, Joy to the World, The First Noel, Silent Night&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Balang Araw.&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to go to another set of Simbang Gabi masses. I didn't get to complete all 9 days. Haha. On the 9th day, I got very sleepy and refused to get up. :P Oh well. Sorry me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to have those grand choir practices again, especially when we sing the song &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Simbang Gabi.&lt;/span&gt; :) Wow. Hehe. Oh, especially the song &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Memorare&lt;/span&gt; too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the puto bumbong and the bibingka. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to receive more gifts, but who am I to complain? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to get some sleep. Haha. I'm getting tired and kinda stressed out by the stuff we do in church. Oh well. :) It's for God, anyway. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tuloy na tuloy pa rin ang Paskoooooooooooo...&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-6574836500833545308?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/6574836500833545308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=6574836500833545308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/6574836500833545308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/6574836500833545308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/12/still-in-mood-for-christmas-hehehe.html' title='Still in the mood for Christmas... Hehehe'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-696125817234695580</id><published>2006-12-26T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T02:03:45.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahaha. Fifth post in a row!</title><content type='html'>I feel so triumphant. LOL. Posting five times in a row? Haha. A First. A Classic. :P Good luck to the readers. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is about the worsening situation of piracy in the Philippines. To cut it short, I will plug a site. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;alignment=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gopetition.com/online/9744.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buy Original, Sell Original &lt;/span&gt;Campaign&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/www.gopetition.com/online/9744.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;alignment&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;alignment=left&gt;Imagine yourself playing your favorite video game. You are almost done with it, maybe 10 more minutes of playing will help you to finish it. Then, suddenly, the screen goes black, and says, "Game corrupted. Save game cannot be found." You reset your console over and over, hoping that your eyes fooled you, but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is usually the situation with bootleg games. You cannot be too sure of their quality. As a matter of fact, your console might even get destroyed becuase of using pirated games! As a result, you shell out more money to fix your console, and it will surely cost more than an original game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="item2"&gt;Petition:&lt;/div&gt;             &lt;div class="petition"&gt;Help stop gaming piracy. Please sign this petition, so we can address stores which sell pirated games. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, I think this thingy will not have a large impact on the Philippine piracy problem. But then, there is no harm in trying, isn't there? Support it, alright? Thanks! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-696125817234695580?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/696125817234695580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=696125817234695580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/696125817234695580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/696125817234695580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/12/hahaha-fifth-post-in-row.html' title='Hahaha. Fifth post in a row!'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-1511179013038669331</id><published>2006-12-26T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T01:46:00.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This IQ test thingy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/iq/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.testriffic.com/iq/9.gif" border="0" alt="Testriffic IQ test" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh. This test freaks me out. Haha. I am not sure if I'm a Bright Mastermind or it's just miscalculated. LOL. :P Anyway, I'M A BRIGHT MASTERMIND! Hahaha! In your face! LOL :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ate &lt;a href="http://kurenaiseiba.blogspot.com/"&gt;Konrei&lt;/a&gt; for the URL of the &lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/iq/"&gt;test (you may click on the logo thingy of my IQ to get to the site.)&lt;/a&gt; Hehehe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-1511179013038669331?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/1511179013038669331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=1511179013038669331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/1511179013038669331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/1511179013038669331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-iq-test-thingy.html' title='This IQ test thingy...'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-3778619714233058626</id><published>2006-12-26T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T01:30:08.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of fun. :)</title><content type='html'>Our last day of classes was on December 8th, the Feast of the Immaculate Conception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week after that was UPIS Week. We had a lot of activities then. Here are some: Pastores a Belen, a culminating activity cum intrabatch competition; RockEd Concert, a concert, obviously; the Streetdance, an interlevel competition; and some other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect any major prize for us in the Pastores a Belen. For those of you who do not know what it is, it is an intralevel, meaning: intersection, Christmas carol competition. Our songs were: Boy-Child of Mary, and African carol; Three Kings of Orient; and Narda. I taught them the voicing for Three Kings of Orient, and they fared well--most of the time. I practiced them a lot of times, 14 times, to be exact. The choreography and the costumes were taught only a day before the competition. But, guess what--we won! Narda did it. (Thank you, Kamikazee! :)) I'm sure. Although I didn't hear them sing their voicings (which made me mad, because I invested a lot of time to teach them their voicings, only to hear them sing the melody and not their assigned voices' tunes), and although I thought the the other sections' presentations were better than mine, we still won. Wow. I felt happy, because all of our efforts bore nice fruit. :) Congrats to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streetdance? Oh. That thing. That thing we did under a drizzly morning on the damp and muddy quadrangle. In that thing, we only lay down on the mud and did some steps. No big deal. :) We won second place. Hehehe. Congrats to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RockEd concert! It was kinda cool. There were bands: Datu's Tribe, Bagetsaphonic (I hope I spelled that right), Winky Pinky, and some others. Yes, there are new ones, but they were all cool. :) I like Datu's Tribe music. Very cool lyrics. And as for Bagetsaphonic, I like theirs too. Not too rockish, not too R &amp;amp; B. I got a white wristband and a white ring which stand for "No more excuses, Philippines!"Meaning, we shouldn't make up any more excuses, as they make us poorer and poorer by the minute. :P Visit &lt;a&gt;RockEd's website.&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no. I still haven't made up for my missed tests in Social Studies. I'm doomed! Hahaha. :) I still haven't passed my notecard. That darn thingy that needed to be done two weeks ago. :P Belated Merry Christmas to you all, and have a nice vacation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-3778619714233058626?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/3778619714233058626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=3778619714233058626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/3778619714233058626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/3778619714233058626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/12/days-of-fun.html' title='Days of fun. :)'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-3051693989860032961</id><published>2006-12-25T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T00:40:50.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is Christmas. What's new?</title><content type='html'>Ooooh! A quickie before Christmas ends. Hehe. 11:57 P.M. on the clock. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... today was a tiring one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness... Light... I was being awakened by our househelp. By being awakened, I meant, being shaken up--wildly. :) And when I say wildly, I mean, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WILDLY. &lt;/span&gt;:P So... I woke up, went downstairs, and stared at the dining table. Stared, stared, stared. Then I ate. Then slept again. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, while I slept, my family members we getting ready to go to Obando, Bulacan, my father's hometown. We were to eat lunch there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I slept, and, being the last one to move and do my hygienic routine, did them after waking and after so much self-motivation (hala, ang gulo ko :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought my church pieces with me to Obando, knowing that I might return to Quezon City just before the 5 P.M. mass started and we had only a guitarist. After arriving there, I saw my bedridden &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lola&lt;/span&gt;, and some aunts and uncle. :P Uncle, yes. :) We then ate. Kare-kare... Yum. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought my DS too, and I let my cousins play it. "OMG, this is soooooooo hi-tech!" Haha. :P (Sorry dudette. :)) They played Brain Age and were mesmerized. While they were playing, I slept. Hehe. When I woke up, they were still playing. *sighs* That DS still han't lost its touch. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad told some jokes/asked some questions to my younger cousin. He is about 8 years old. Young, but smart. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"May isang eroplano, magka-crash landing siya sa tubig. Anong parte ng eroplano ang unang mababasa?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yung nguso?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hindi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"E ano?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Edi yung tuyo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home afterwards. I arrived at Tandang Sora 20 minutes after the start of the 5 P.M. mass. I caught up with them, and played the organ. Hey, I made a flawless performance! :) Congrats to me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard mass twice today. The 5 and the 6:30 P.M. masses. I didn't get to understand the mass quite well in the former because I was too panicky with the lineup. :P Anyway, I sang with my Ate's choir during the latter. 'T'was fun, I learned a new vocing for a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking home, my Ate and I passed by that certain mysterious lamppost near our home. Why mysterious? It either switches off or switches on when I am near it. :P Weird. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, my aunts and uncles came. We ate dinner and gave gifts. My grandmother called from the U.S. So we talked to her afterwards. :P My father and my male relatives had a drinking session outside; my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;titas, &lt;/span&gt;a sing along session; me and my cousin, an internet session. Hehe. After some time, my cousins, ate and I had an Upwords session. I won, thanks to my magical three letters: D E O. :) Haha. Caught up with them in the last turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, at 12:33 A.M., Christmas is over. The Christmas decors will be put back in their previous positions before they were displayed. Houses will be dim and dull again, void of Christmas lights and parols. The air will be smoky and un-Christmas-y again. But, despite these changes, I hope that everyone will still feel that everyday is a Christmas day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this, I want to ask you something: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;where is my gift?&lt;/span&gt; Haha. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-3051693989860032961?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/3051693989860032961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=3051693989860032961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/3051693989860032961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/3051693989860032961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-is-christmas-whats-new.html' title='Today is Christmas. What&apos;s new?'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-5170968666176427569</id><published>2006-12-25T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T22:41:05.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas... Again.</title><content type='html'>It is Christmas season once again; the season of bibingka, puto bumbong, simbang gabi and caroling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night, you will never fail to hear children's voices singing the carols of old: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pasko Na Naman&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We Wish You a Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, and the newer one, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boom Tarat Tarat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is Christmas once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each morning, starting from the 16th of December, we go hear mass during the Simbang Gabi celebrations. Every cold, hard-to-get-up-from-the-bed-because-it-is-cold morning. For nine days, we celebrate them. After nine days, we get to wish for something, and they say that they get granted. Not sure about that, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today is Christmas. Jesus Christ's birth. December 25th. A special day for people, because it is a time when families get together again, a time when war is ceased (even for a short while) just to observe peace during this season. Presents are just bonuses of what the season gives: peace and joy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone! :) Have a blessed and meaningful one! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-5170968666176427569?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/5170968666176427569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=5170968666176427569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/5170968666176427569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/5170968666176427569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-again.html' title='Christmas... Again.'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-870214458224421223</id><published>2006-12-10T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T20:52:26.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I am sooooo in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With whom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a song, that is. :D (Hehe, sorry to burst your bubble :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard of a song called the "Memorare"? So beautiful. :) Mr. Ryan Cayabyab breathed life unto a prayer with the same name. Wonderful. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Umm... So, why am I doing this? I dunno, actually. :) I just want you to listen to it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember, o most gracious Virgin Mary, that never was it known that anyone who fled to thy protection implored thy help or sought thy intercession was left unaided. Inspired by this confidence, I fly unto thee, o Virgin of virgins, my Mother. To thee do I come, before thee I stand sinful and sorrowful. O Mother of the Word incarnate, despise not my petition, but in thy mercy, hear and answer me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sound simple, but wait until you hear the song. Truly enchanting. :) Haha. We might record it the next time we sing it in mass. And I might upload it upon getting a copy or something. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-870214458224421223?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/870214458224421223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=870214458224421223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/870214458224421223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/870214458224421223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/12/wow.html' title='Wow.'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-1760212369345718541</id><published>2006-12-09T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T23:34:44.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will somebody please answer my questions?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; aren't people scared of pandas? Those big, furry, huggable, loveable pandas? &lt;strike&gt;Or why aren't people scared of Nisah, that big, cute and cuddly animal?&lt;/strike&gt; *coughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, why are people so scared of such small things? Cockroaches, for example? Another thing that most people are scared of are cockroaches. Maybe some are scared of ants or  grasshoppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Come to think of it, we tend to get more scared of small things rather than big ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like life. We worry more about trivial stuff than life-changing stuff. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*panic mode on* OMG! IPIIIIIIIIIIIS! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-1760212369345718541?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/1760212369345718541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=1760212369345718541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/1760212369345718541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/1760212369345718541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/12/will-somebody-please-answer-my.html' title='Will somebody please answer my questions?'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-8904537777777691168</id><published>2006-12-09T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T23:25:11.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodluckie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'm gonna die. Well, not really. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helloooooooo Pastores. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choreo, costumes are not yet finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tones, ex-correct. Haha. Our teacher lowered the notes of one of our songs so he could make a medley. Haha. I sound like I'm talking gibberish. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastores a Belen or Pastores for short is a culminating activity, the first culminating school activity during the Christmas Season, in which we will sing and do some stuff. Haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the leader of the class, and I feel like I'm not doing my job well. :P Scary, you know. All that pressure on you. Wooot. X_X Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to watch us, go to the Palma Hall Steps, those steep thingies, in the University of the Philippines Diliman on Wednesday, 5-7 PM. :P I won't tell you which section I belong to. :P Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-8904537777777691168?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/8904537777777691168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=8904537777777691168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/8904537777777691168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/8904537777777691168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/12/goodluckie.html' title='Goodluckie...'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-116524455302687172</id><published>2006-12-04T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T23:04:40.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penge!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Problemado ka ba? Walang pera? Ito ang sagot diyan. Itext ang...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NANAY[space]&lt;space&gt;PENGE[space]&lt;space&gt;PERA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;at ipadala sa numero niya. Ang dali, hindi ba? =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Ang corny ng joke no? Pero benta na yan. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pera? Pahingi naman o, para sa UPIS lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. (Magsasalita muna ako ng Filipino rito. Para mas masaya :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naghihirap na ang UPIS. Naghihirap na ang UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kulang sa pondo, salamat sa gobyerno, ang UP. Kung hindi ako nagkakamali, paunti nang paunti ang ibinibigay nitong panustos sa pagpapaaral ng mga iskolar ng UP. Samakatwid, kung kakaunti ang badyet ng UP, kakaunti na lang din ang badyet ng UPIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang solusyon ng UP? Tuition Fee Increase! Magmula 300 piso kada yunit, magiging 1000 piso kada yunit! Mahigit 300% pagtataas! Kung 15 mga yunit ang kailangan mong aralin bawat semestre, magiging 15000 piso ang halaga mula sa 1500 piso bawat semestre. Ang saya nila, 'no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunga noon, maraming mga pagpoprotesta ang naganap. Hindi maiiwasan. Ang laki ba naman ng sinisingil? Ang mga sibilyan naman, eto ang bukambibig: "Rally na naman sa may Oblation? Wala na ba silang ibang alam gawin?" Meron naman. Pero, ang kanilang ipinaglalaban ay ang paghihiling sa gobyerno na taasan ang sustento sa UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang hirap ng UPIS. Haha. Alam mo ba, mukhang ang PTA na lang ang bumubuhay sa mga hayskul sa Isko? Uhh... May ipinakalat na liham nun e...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Php 609,360.00 o 63.34% lamang ng buong populasyon ng UPIS ang nakapagbigay ng donasyon noon unang semestre. Ang mga gastusin, higit pa rito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maging ang mga estudyante, biktima ng kahirapan ng paaralan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang Robotics team ba naman ng hayskul at elementarya ng UPIS ay naghahati-hati sa tatatlong mga &lt;em&gt;set&lt;/em&gt; ng mga &lt;em&gt;kit&lt;/em&gt; panrobotics. Karamihan sa mga piyesa ng mga &lt;em&gt;kit&lt;/em&gt; ay luma na, o sira-sira na. Kung ikukumpara tayo sa ibang paaralang pribado, tulad ng &lt;em&gt;First Asia Institute for Technology and Humanities &lt;/em&gt;(Faith), ay wala na tayo masyadong binatbat, kung pag-uusapan ang pera. Sa kanila kasi, ang bawat seksyon ay may tig-2 &lt;em&gt;robotics kits &lt;/em&gt;at mayroong mga humigit kumulang 200 estudyante ng &lt;em&gt;robotics &lt;/em&gt;sa kanila. Haha. :) Siyanga pala, sila yung nanalo sa &lt;em&gt;open category &lt;/em&gt;ng &lt;em&gt;World Robotics Olympiad&lt;/em&gt; noong Nobyembre sa China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang Scrabble team ng UPIS, walang &lt;em&gt;jersey&lt;/em&gt;! Okey na sana kahit &lt;em&gt;jacket &lt;/em&gt;na lang :). Haha. Wala lang. Aliw kasi pag may &lt;em&gt;jersey &lt;/em&gt;e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako, gusto kong makapunta ng Australia dahil sa &lt;em&gt;World Youth Scrabble Championship&lt;/em&gt;. Napili nga ako bilang &lt;em&gt;finalist&lt;/em&gt; ng Pilipinas para rito, at sinabing maaaring pumunta ang mga finalist ng Pilipinas sa Australia, basta't may isponsor, ay hindi na ako nakapunta roon. Hindi na kami nag-atubiling kumausap sa Execom. "No," agad ang sagot nila. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga pasilidad ng paaralan ay sira-sira na. Grabe. Mga di-gumaganang &lt;em&gt;electric fan&lt;/em&gt;, mga pundidong ilaw, mga sira-sirang gripo, at iba pang mga bagay na di-kaaya-aya ang mamamasdan mo sa paaralan ko pagpunta mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sa inyong mga donasyon, magbigay lamang ng pera sa akin. Sa akin na lang, huwag na sa PTA. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-116524455302687172?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/116524455302687172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=116524455302687172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/116524455302687172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/116524455302687172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/12/penge.html' title='Penge!'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-116524102279568987</id><published>2006-12-04T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T22:03:42.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[insert title here]</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ve--Whydoihavetodosomanythingsregardingschoolwithsolittletime? *breathes frantically* Whatdididotodeservetobeleader ofmostofmyextracurricularactivities?Whyami *gets asthma attack* alwaystiringmyselfoutjusttodoeverythingnotjustrightbuttobemorethanright? *hyperventilates* Whyamiplaguedwithuncooperativepeople?Whydoiwanttogiveyouahardtimereadingthiswhileicouldhaveusedthespacebar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;) Haha, I liked my last question. :) I dunno, maybe... If I'm not happy, then no one else should be. *cackles* Just kidding. I figured having variety would seem nice. Blabbittyblah. *does hand talk thingy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may have inferred, I can't wait to get out of school. As usual, I was chosen leader of (some of you may know these, but I'll state everything nevertheless):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 8-Butterfly, my current second year section in UPIS&lt;br /&gt;2. the 8-Butterfly Pastores (an intrabatch singing competition) Creative Team (composed of the Musical Director [me], Choreographer [Shiela] and Rehearsal Manager [RJ])&lt;br /&gt;3. my 1st, 2nd and 3rd quarter groups in C.A. Filipino&lt;br /&gt;4. my 2nd and 3rd quarter household thingies in C.A. English (Woot! Go Planeteers and Flip Flopz!)&lt;br /&gt;5. the Scrabble team of UPIS in its last competition against other schools (oh no... board 1!)&lt;br /&gt;[6. I think I'm starting to replace our choir's (Enzo's) pianist as choirmaster. She is a busy person!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I may have forgotten some more, but, maybe, these would suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do not mean to brag or something. I simply want to emphasize that I have a lot of pressure on my shoulders. Way too much, I guess. Not to worry, not to worry, these are bound to lessen in a week's time. Yay! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put more emphasis on the extra-curricular stuff I do, here are some more: I play the piano for mass; I take piano lessons; I write for PKMNph (which I shall resume during Christmas break); I practice with the Enzo choir, teaching them--sometimes--voicings of songs; I play Scrabble, sometimes, as self-training (LOL, whatever :P) for upcoming competitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Bakit late ka na naman natulog?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A usual sentence I hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am terribly sorry, but I really have my hands full, you know. For example, during the past few Wednesdays, the sophies have been practicing for an interbatch competition--powerdance (WOOHOO! Go onayn! Tirisin ang ibaaaaaa! :P), but, also, during Wednesdays, I have my piano lessons too. Torn, I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Bakit ka ba nagpupuyat?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another question I usually hear. Answer: I really don't like to cram at school. period. I, most of the time, never leave home without having done my homeworks for the morrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks! Haha... Too long a coming back message, eh? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-116524102279568987?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/116524102279568987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=116524102279568987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/116524102279568987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/116524102279568987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/12/insert-title-here.html' title='[insert title here]'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-116273905129410810</id><published>2006-11-05T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T23:04:11.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So tired... Rar.</title><content type='html'>Haha. Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 3 A.M. this morning. I couldn't blame myself, could I? There was a cool show in television! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fight Science&lt;/span&gt; was the title and was shown in National Geographic Channel. So cooooool. Haha. People tested different fighting weapons: a nunchaku, a three-jointed staff, a Japanese stick (like arnis), a katana, and others. The researchers involved in the documentary put some sensors on the bodies of warriors, and had made 3D animation. Plus, they tried to find out what the ultimate weapon was, and I won't tell. :) Go watch the documentary. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up at 7 A.M., did my morning rituals, and went to church wearing a long sleeved shirt. Hey, it was cold then! Haha. I eventually got hot and when I returned home about 9, I changed into an orange shirt--my ex-favorite color. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was supposed to have an interview during 9-10 A.M on the radio station DZSR. When we tuned in to the frequency of the station, we only heard Elvis, Elvis, and more Elvis Presley! We wasted an hour waiting for the radio program, but we only heard him. Haha. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to RG (Robinson's Galleria :P) later on. When I arrived there, I saw something very funny. Koko Krunch! Haha. Woot. I'll have to admit I still eat Koko Krunch, but, man, that was a hilarious sight! Koko was dancing atop the "fountain". Yes. In tune to today's-to-not-so-today's songs: Totoy Bibbo, My Humps, Stars Are Blind, umm... what else? A lot more! Haha. (Pic to come soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance Dance Revolution (whatever you call that game we played) is a tiring game. The tiringness depends on the players, whether you play easy, medium, or hard. Haha. Woohoo! I beat Kuya Patrick! :P Haha. :) No sweat. Haha. Just kidding. (Hey, that made me buy a powercard too :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come soon. Sleepy. X_X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-116273905129410810?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/116273905129410810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=116273905129410810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/116273905129410810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/116273905129410810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-tired-rar.html' title='So tired... Rar.'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-116203178338765286</id><published>2006-10-28T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T18:36:23.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heeeey, I'm alive!</title><content type='html'>Hahahaha. Hello. Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened since my last post.  Hmmm... I'll make everything brief. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Robotics Finals last October 12: Nope, no China for us! Thanks to the faulty equipment we had, this was made possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Periodic tests, October 19-20: Well, most of them were easy. Although I didn't finish my Math test. The proctor was so strict (F.Y.I. si Ma'am Lily yun! :P)! I got at least 6 points of mistakes. Boo. I probably got a very low grade at our Filipino test. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Florante at Laura&lt;/span&gt;. Hah! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sembreak: Um, nothing much really. This week, I've been going out of the house since Monday. I was mostly gone for the whole day. ^_^ Although earlier today, I didn't go out to the Pisay fair, cause my Mom'll kill me if I did. Hehe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Freaky Fair Day, Thursday, October 27 (Day 1): Fun. :) I met some new and some old friends. :P The money I had for the day was 120 PhP. I spent 15 PhP--I had no choice! They made me buy a shake! Well, they didn't. :P I was hungry then. By the way, Ate Kamae's Pokemon, Charizard, was on the loose! They had a best in costume thingy earlier, and guess what?! Charizard was one of the winners! :P (Wish I brought my camera.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 1 PM, I headed to school to have Scrabble training. There was no one there except some English teachers. I played with my teacher. :P I won the first time, then she won the next. She had 4 bingos! Raaaaawr! After the "training" session, I headed to the Health and P.E. Department to make up a test I missed. I haven't had a chance to make up. The teacher was not there! Meh. Then, I went back to the English Department and chatted with my English mentor. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher and I left school together cause we were going the same way. We chatted along the way, too. Pokemon, writing, electives, etc. :) Yup, Pokemon. I headed to Pisay again. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached it, the booths were all closed. X_X (No more DDR for me!) I saw my batchmates again, and some schoolmates. :D Bona, Paeng, Zaldy and I hung out for a little while. Bona bought us a burger each, after visiting Jollibee, KFC, and McDo booths! Yummy! Thanks, Bwoynabox! :D She told me that she won't give us drinks, because that would be too costly. After looking at the KFC menu, the cheapest liquid thing they sold was 10 PhP. Regular gravy! Hahahaha! She bought us each a glass of iced tea then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the cafeteria, and there we ate and chatted. :P We played Squabble, a kind of game wherein you form words from tiles drawn from the bag, and you try to get the most number of words possible from the tiles. Zaldy won. :P We played Scrabble--with no board--afterwards... We used Filipino words. Weird outcome. LOL. We put our names together, with some additional letters, using the Scrabble tiles, crossword style. Mine was Danjooots. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went home. I bought a new plushie. :P Was just in time for Pokemon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. October 23-25: I was in school those days. Even though it is our sembreak. ^_^ Monday, I had to pass my formal theme, and a group project. Tuesday, had piano lessons. Wednesday-Friday, had Scrabble training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Scrabble Tournament, tomorrow, Sunday, October 29: Good luck to team UPIS! To everyone who will be joining that, enjoy! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-116203178338765286?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/116203178338765286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=116203178338765286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/116203178338765286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/116203178338765286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/10/heeeey-im-alive.html' title='Heeeey, I&apos;m alive!'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-116029560806751778</id><published>2006-10-08T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T16:22:07.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Three Musketeers: Garfield, Memphis and Moosy</title><content type='html'>Would you mind me if I walked around the mall carrying a robot on one hand, and the other, carrying a big stuffed toy of Christmas Garfield?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some people did, I guess. "Lalaki ba itong mga ito?" was their question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I bring a robot and Garfield? Simple. That day, October 5th to be exact, was the preliminary judging to find out which teams will go to China, the Land of the Morning Sun. Er... no, wait: the Land of the Indo-Aryans. Bah, whatever. All I know is that the first two top-ranking teams after so many tries on the course will go to China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why bring Garfield? I don't know, to be frank. I told the UPIS teams to bring a stuffed toy to the competition, just for fun. To my dismay, some did, yes, bring stuffed toys. Oh, did I tell you that my Garfield was a really gigantic monster when put together with them? Hahaha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alabang Town Center was really cool. Not too big, not too small. Just right. (Remember Goldilocks?) Plus, they have Datablitz over there! *drools* Haha. We had our preliminaries there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3593/734/1600/advanture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3593/734/320/advanture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The experience of having joined there is fun. Although our team was plagued by constant technical dilemmas (one motor being stronger than the other, one hanging/lagging laptop, and several IR towers that didn't work), we pushed through--and we made it to the finals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though UPIS Team A (our team) was ranked last, we are happy because we have a chance to go to China! The other team, Team B, got the top rank because their robot had completed the course we had to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, okay, seeya... in CHINA! Mwahahahaha. ;) (After I finish every requirement for school. X_x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-116029560806751778?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/116029560806751778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=116029560806751778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/116029560806751778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/116029560806751778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/10/three-musketeers-garfield-memphis-and.html' title='The Three Musketeers: Garfield, Memphis and Moosy'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-115956065931497238</id><published>2006-09-29T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T15:01:11.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice one.</title><content type='html'>*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a big brother. Well, I do have one in real life, but, I don't feel really close to him. He's here, most of the time, but he only stays in his room and comes down whenver he uses the bathroom, or when he eats. We hardly talk to each other. I am much more closer to my big sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a big brother whom I could play around with, hang out with. Hm... Yes, I found an older friend of mine, who could be my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuya&lt;/span&gt;. He's from our parish, a choirmate of mine. Once, I told him that we should wear the same-colored shirt during a novena mass. That we did. We used yellow, orange, red, white, blue, etc. :) We also traded watches. Hehe. His is very cool. It has times of some places in the world: Rio de Janeiro, Denmark, Greenwich Meridian Time, etc. Cool. :D I'm supposed to return it later. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to hang out a lot last week, because we attended novena mass every night. We even helped out in preparing for our fiesta by threading sampaguita flowers among each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He taught me the chords of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Torete&lt;/span&gt; for the guitar. And I played the chords on the piano, and played by ear the melody. :) Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I sometimes think that he's sick of me. I don't know. Ah, nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing on how serving God can make people happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm. But then, I also want a younger brother whom I could make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;harot&lt;/span&gt; with. :P You know, play around, go someplace and do something fun. Haha. By the way, I am the youngest, so I don't know how having someone to play with feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron. Thank you for bearing with me. Hehe. Although I sense that I bug you sometimes, sorry. :) I just wanted to talk a bit. :P See you soon! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-115956065931497238?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/115956065931497238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=115956065931497238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115956065931497238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115956065931497238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/09/nice-one.html' title='Nice one.'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-115949858773790553</id><published>2006-09-29T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T10:56:27.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick.</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes. I am sick. Homesick, rather. Although I am in our home, I feel homesick. Sick about 7-Mercury. I miss our section last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was probably the happiest section I have ever been in. Even though we were not the competitive type (we always got the consolation prizes), we were still happy. When we had our homeroom meetings, we were happy. When we practiced for class thingies, we remained happy. Aww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although some of us had problems last year, we were still together to help each other up. Teasing, taunting, hiding secrets, looking tough, &lt;b&gt;fooling around&lt;/b&gt;, laughing, crying and being serious were our specialties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was when I was absent during the first few weeks of class because I was still in the United States. I gave my classmates and some teachers chocolates, when I came back. Hehe. Mmmm. Chocolate World. *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had also joined some competitions during that time--and won, modesty aside. Not only me, but some of us competed and won. Congatulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was when I met her. Haha. Yes. Her. You know who you are. It was the time when I learned that learning to love was tough. And it was also the time when I realized how blackmails could become very unhealthy. And of course, that was when I realized that blades could become very dangerous especially when driven into/across the skin. It was, too, the time when I learned that drugs could be very dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;7-Mercury&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Daryl. Jessica. Adrian. Herman. Mara. Klara. EJ. Lesley. Zandro. Pong. CJ. Geia. Alexis. Jayson. Paolo. Asia. Bea. Christine. Arwin. Deanne. Noel. Louise. Cheanrie. Karlo. Krystle. Yumi. Joelle. Josiah. Aira. Anjo. Joseph. Dessa.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww... Miss ko kayo lahat. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natatandaan pa ninyo sina Icky, Ma'am May, Sir Dante Dantes, Sir Red? Hehe. Memories... Hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At, siyempre, natatandaan ba naman ninyo ang Tuloy Pa Rin at Kung Hindi Man? Haha. Uy... Sino kaya yung Creative Team ninyo noon? Yikeee *kilig. Haha*. Sino kaya yung piyanista ninyo noong Culmi? Yiheeeeeeeee *kilig ulit. :P*. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At, sino kaya ang nagsabi na napalapit ang 1 teacher sa batch natin? At umiyak pa sa harapan ng klase? Aw... Malilimutan ba natin ang mga takbuhan sa grounds habang nagbabasaan ng tubig? Pati ang open forum sa klase: thank yous, sorries, etcetera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At malilimutan ba natin si Aira? Hehe. Aira, ingat sa Canada! :D Ay mali! Sila dapat mag-ingat sayo. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercury, salamat sa lahat. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tuloy Pa Rin&lt;br /&gt;Neocolours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa wari ko'y lumipas na ang kadiliman ng araw&lt;br /&gt;Dahan-dahan pang gumigising at ngayo'y babawi na.&lt;br /&gt;Muntik nang masanay ako sa 'king pag-iisa&lt;br /&gt;At kaya nang iwanan ang bakas ng kahapon ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuloy pa rin ang awit ng buhay ko, nagbago man ang hugis ng puso mo&lt;br /&gt;Handa na 'kong hamunin ang aking mundo 'pagkat tuloy pa rin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-115949858773790553?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/115949858773790553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=115949858773790553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115949858773790553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115949858773790553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/09/sick.html' title='Sick.'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-115949611877183459</id><published>2006-09-29T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T10:15:18.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello.</title><content type='html'>So... You've finally figured out my blog, huh. I congratulate you. :) You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to do anything you want. Tag, comment, whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-115949611877183459?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/115949611877183459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=115949611877183459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115949611877183459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115949611877183459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello.html' title='Hello.'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-115905945914099170</id><published>2006-09-24T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T08:57:39.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lorenzo de Manila: Happy Fiesta! :)</title><content type='html'>If you live here in Barangay Culiat, you might be aware that today is the day that we celebrate the pre-feast day of the Philippines' first patron saint, San Lorenzo Ruiz de Manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are interested,  today's activities are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00 AM - Mass&lt;br /&gt;7:30 AM - Caracol at Caridad&lt;br /&gt;8:00 AM - Mass&lt;br /&gt;9:00 AM - Opening of Street Food&lt;br /&gt;10:00 AM - Concelebrated mass by &lt;b&gt;Bishop Antonio Tobias&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:00 PM - Mass by &lt;b&gt;Bishop Teodoro Bacani&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00 PM - Mass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 6:00 AM regular mass was cool. Realllly cooool. We were broadcasted live and on air on Radio Veritas 843 (please correct me if the number is wrong:)). Hehehe. I hope you listened. :) You just might have heard the choir singing (plus me ;)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the mass, our parish held its Caracol and Caridad. The image of San Lorenzo Ruiz, atop a man-carried "float", was carried around the village, and in a part of Tandang Sora. Our family was tasked to give food to the people who joined the procession. And so, that, we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the procession were Culiat High School's band/majorettes, drummers and lyrist players/whatever you call them. The majorettes led the procession with their batons, with colorful cloth attached to one end, and ended at the middle of the baton. Nothing much. The majorettes' band played some novelty songs. Totoy Bibbo, and the like. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The later masses will be very grandiose. You see, two bishops are going to celebrate mass. So I assume that everything will be. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang bayang Pilipino, ngayon ay nagsasaya&lt;br /&gt;Isang sugo sa langit, tayo ay mayroon na&lt;br /&gt;Salamat sa Maykapal, sa banal na biyaya&lt;br /&gt;Tinanghal ng daigdig, kayumangging dakila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purihin ka Lorenzo, at ang 'yong mga kasama&lt;br /&gt;Alagad ng Maykapal, sagisag ng pag-asa&lt;br /&gt;Sa rosaryo ng Birhen, kami'y iyong kasama&lt;br /&gt;Iyo ang aming puso, Lorenzo de Manila...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h5&gt;taken from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;San Lorenzo Hymn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, I got to go. Call time's at 9 AM! Seeya!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-115905945914099170?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/115905945914099170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=115905945914099170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115905945914099170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115905945914099170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/09/lorenzo-de-manila-happy-fiesta.html' title='Lorenzo de Manila: Happy Fiesta! :)'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-115711736976636488</id><published>2006-09-01T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T01:14:17.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendster, anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Many days have gone by since I last opened my Friendster account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just find myself lazy to update every now and then. I am lazy to discover the inner me--the adjectives you usually find during surveys. Oh, and, by the way, the last time I have edited mine was months ago. I check about once or twice a month. Haha. Lazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just keep my Friendster account just for the sake of having one. Yeah. And maybe, you could add the fact of being somehow connected to friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, friends. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Men are social beings&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as our class had discussed once in an English class discussion. I once thought that I could live by myself, without ever needing someone else. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With some events, my mind changed. When I have a lot of troubles (yes I do, I only seem like I don't, do I?), they're always there; or so I think.  :) Aww... *cry moments*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes. Friend (I'm assuming you are.), thank you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendster, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-115711736976636488?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/115711736976636488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=115711736976636488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115711736976636488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115711736976636488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/09/friendster-anyone.html' title='Friendster, anyone?'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-115685692199251594</id><published>2006-08-29T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T21:22:41.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idle for 6 days, a trillion years, and 1 second</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;It takes 6 days to gather enough things to be written about. &lt;/span&gt;Well, at least for this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I lost my cellphone. I don't know how, I don't know where. I just remember holding it before I left school. And when I came home, I discovered that my cellphone was not attached to the strap connected to my 'belt' thingy. You know, the part of the pants where you put the belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike two, for lost/snatched cellphones for me. Haha. :) Oh man, I'm gonna miss that number. 09224728235. Haha. :) I have had it since, um, Grade 5, or maybe Grade 6. Well, it has outlived its purpose. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, about the interpretative dance, we won. Yup! Not top 3 nor top 2. Guess. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt; Not top 1 either. :D We won as the most spirited section during the dancing. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-115685692199251594?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/115685692199251594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=115685692199251594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115685692199251594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115685692199251594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/08/idle-for-6-days-trillion-years-and-1.html' title='Idle for 6 days, a trillion years, and 1 second'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-115633981747569284</id><published>2006-08-23T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T21:30:17.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired, yet happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Boooo.&lt;/span&gt; Long day, man. I'm so tired. No. I'm super tired, yet, happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired because I slept late last night, trying to fix my anniversary gift for my parents: a program which I still haven't finished doing. I woke up at 7, and hurried up because the said time for our pratice was at 7:30. I came at 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played a lot of Filipino games at school today. August is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buwan ng Wika&lt;/span&gt;, you see. Afterwards, we practiced for our interpretative dance presentation. Our song is "Magkaugnay" by Joey Ayala. We are going to present that tomorrow, by the way. We still haven't finished our choreograph. Great. Good luck, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't eaten a single complete meal all day. Breakfast, I had something hotdoggy. It was also very salty. Not yummy. Lunch, I ate it at about 1:30 PM. I had ice cream, the easiest food to eat because I had piano lessons, remember? Dinner, none yet. Food is quite unappealing. A bunch of fish, fried (as usual. X_X). I wonder what to eat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy because of a compliment I received from someone. Haha. Secret. She said that I be a buffer in case the class becomes lifeless, or very tense. (For those who do not know what the word "buffer" means, it is something that is eaten which contains both acidic and basic parts  to neutralize the body's pH level. If our body is too basic, bad. If our body is very acidic, then, worse. Buffers "level" our pH level.) I didn't understand what she meant all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lot of screaming, walking-out, and palpitations--rapid--we decided to have an open forum. We discussed problems regarding the section, and/or problems regarding the practice. One of my classmates got too emotional, and started to cry. I patted that person's foot (he/she was standing!) so as to console her--somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our adviser came, with me sitting nearby, that person told ma'am that I was nice because I consoled her. Then, poof! I understood what my being a buffer is. The one who cried said that he/she is basic. Since a buffer contains both acidic and basic parts, I was compared to one. Hey, I am both acidic (happy, maybe?) and basic (sad, and related words). Me! Yay! Haha. I realized that some people are basic. Some acidic. Some, both. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-115633981747569284?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/115633981747569284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=115633981747569284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115633981747569284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115633981747569284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/08/tired-yet-happy.html' title='Tired, yet happy.'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-115571891966500679</id><published>2006-08-16T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T17:01:59.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Woooohooo!&lt;/span&gt; Wahaha. I guess my load has lightened up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to piano lessons today. I told my father that I want to practice what I will be playing on Friday night next week, on my Mom's belated birthday party. Wahaha. That was because I didn't practice my lessons in piano for today. Oh, and speaking of the piano lesson, today was the second to the last one. Woot! :) The secretary/accountant/person behind the counter in the lobby gave me a statement of account stating the fee for the next 12 lessons for piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave the teacher my repertoire, and she said that she is going to look for/encode the pieces I gave her. She also said that I am going to have a two-hour piano lesson session next week. Wooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least my load has lightened. Yippee! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Ever Gotesco Commonwealth Branch after the lesson. It is just across the street from the place where I take my lessons. I walked about, as usual, and bought three books. Take note: Three books. Wahaha. One is entitled Animorphs, the other, Pokémon the Movie (Mewtwo Strikes Back), and an inspirational books full of children's sayings. Man, I love that last book! Although I finished that in 5-10 minutes, I really love it. I promise I'll post pictures of some pages of the book with my favorite quotes later on. The camera beside me is working all right, but, the USB thingy used to connect it to a computer is missing. Arg. I have to wait for my Mom to come because she has the keys to the drawer where the all-functional camera lays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-115571891966500679?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/115571891966500679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=115571891966500679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115571891966500679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115571891966500679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/08/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-115565848736482800</id><published>2006-08-15T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T17:02:49.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So many dreams, yet so little time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I've been reading a book entitled, "Writing Power".&lt;/span&gt; I am still on chapter 4, but am trying to read as fast as I can during my free time. I hope to improve. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a load of stuff to do, yet again. My Mom's birthday is coming real fast, and I have to practice some piano pieces, because I'll play for her during a program for her. X_x I need some more piano pieces for my repertoire--I've only 2 piano pieces out of 5. I'll just have to transcribe a MIDI file to a piano piece, which takes a very long time. Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to train for yet another tournament.  A robotics tournament, that is. I'm a programmer for the task of a robot, and I only know little. Haha, newbies. :P The dry run's on Saturday. It's just like the competition itself: same tasks, people, and teammates; only it's just like a practice for the real deal. I'll be seeing Pisay Diliman people, and other students. Haha. Scaaaary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I have to remake my Pkmnph segment, too. I keep on forgetting, plus the fact that I am busy. So, it might take a while to finish thmy seg. Or, I could do everything tomorrow, after my 2nd to the last piano lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should change my blog's layout. Hm, maybe, or maybe not. I still get stressed because of school--what's not to hate about it? Maybe if I'm not really stressed out, maybe I'll like it better. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not the least, I should upload more pictures and more posts! I am a busy person, you know. Grr. I have to have a load of tasks to do with so little time. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I didn't post about the last periodic test day, I know. Haha. What should I post? That they were kinda hard? Do I have to? LOL. :) Well, all I can say is that most of the periodic test results have come out. Arg! I hate it when the highest-scoring person is one or two points away from mine. Haha. Woooot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes. Maybe some time, I'd post my scores here. Wahaha. LOL. I don't know. What do you think? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-115565848736482800?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/115565848736482800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=115565848736482800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115565848736482800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115565848736482800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-many-dreams-yet-so-little-time.html' title='So many dreams, yet so little time.'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-115519178109866902</id><published>2006-08-10T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T14:36:24.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a weekful of agony. lol.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Heeeeey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. Hello. :) Much has happened since last week, so I'll try to cover some of them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday,&lt;/strong&gt; I was absent at school. I had coughs and colds, so I missed a couple of tests (I've taken them already,) and a dramatization (I asked my teacher earlier today, and he told that he's gonna give me a grade, because I helped to plan the skit, although it's not perfect.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday,&lt;/strong&gt; I started to do my Social Studies Project at 2 PM. It was about the Paleolithic, Mesolithic, Neolithic, and Metal Eras. It was very much like a television, only you have to twist the thingies poking out of the side of it. I started to do the contents that day, and continued till 5 AM. No joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a funny thing happened. Haha. (Laugh with me!) While I was doing my project, I was online on Yahoo! Messenger (as always.) When the time was about 2-3 AM, I was working--and chatting with &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/satellite_shojou"&gt;Louise (click here to see her blog)&lt;/a&gt;--I was also listening to the radio (Who doesn't like to listen to the radio while working on a long project?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I told her to listen so we could have a jamming session. :P She said okay. We switched between 97.1 and some other stations. :P Then, a thought struck me, "Hey, I'll call the radio station up and request what Louise liked to hear." She said she wanted to hear Ironic by Alanis Morisette. So, that I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring, ring, went the telephone line. After a few minutes of trying to contact the station, the DJ answered, "Hello!" I answered with a hello, with a question: Could you play Ironic by Alanis Morisette? "Sure," was the cool reply of the guy DJ. He asked for my name, and I gave it. I added, "Oh, and could you please say hi to Louise for me?" "Okay... Is Louise a boy or a girl?" "A girl, of course. *laughs*" Hans, the DJ jeered, "Oh, 14 and already making a move, ah! *laughs*" I replied with some inaudible stuff, lol, I'm sure neither of us understood what I said. So, I just replied with a haha, a thank you, and a goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Louise to continue listening to the radio. I did too, while working on the project. Until we head something shocking. "blahblahblah and hi to Anjo and Louise." He played Alanis' song, and Louise was sooooo shocked and happy (I guess. :P) One thing's for sure. She had &lt;em&gt;kilig moments&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. You know the feeling (&lt;em&gt;OMG Anjo! Hi to Anjo and Louise daaaaaaw! OMGOMGOMG!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;And after the song, Hans cheerfully greeted us, for the second time, on air. "Hi to anjo and Louise." She had posted in ther blog &lt;a href="www.xanga.com/satellite_shojou"&gt;(click here to see)&lt;/a&gt; the whole of our discussion. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;, well, I've told you part of what happened last Sunday. Haha. Nothing much happened this day, really, save for us singing at the mass, and I getting ready for the Sacrament of Confirmation. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;, nothing much. I just got to school just in time for the flag ceremony, had a make-up viewing of a film I missed last Friday. And for homeworks, I had a mountainful of them. I also had to review much for the quizzes next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, quizzes galore. :) I died in the last question for the algrebra quiz. LOL. Yeah. Died. I had my other made-up quiz this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, idleness prevailed. I loafed around the whole day. Slept after lunch, watch television, chatted, made a segment. Haha. What more if I studied, no? I devoted much of my night to study social studies though. I skimmed through Science, then English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, Periodic Test Day 1. OMG. Science was so easy. Modesty aside, science was so easy! Social, I felt like dying, LOL. It was hard. Haha. I guessed the answers for about 25% of the test. And English was relatively easy, save for the part where we had to use the simple past and present tenses, and the present perfect tense. I had little idea on when to use the present tense and the present perfect tense. They made me tense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Friday? Oh, the tests are all chickenfeed. Haha. Hey, it doesn't hurt to be optimistic sometimes, does it? :) Seeya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-115519178109866902?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/115519178109866902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=115519178109866902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115519178109866902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115519178109866902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/08/weekful-of-agony-lol.html' title='a weekful of agony. lol.'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-115504183896962627</id><published>2006-08-08T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T20:57:22.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oooooh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; No headaches! Haha. Well, We've got our periodic tests on Thursday and Friday. I haven't reviewed yet, so, I'll just have to cram tomorrow--as usual. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, I felt sleepy before 8:30. I want to sleep, but I can't. I have to finish my segment in a podcast, which is due today. It will hopefully be hosted by &lt;a href="http://www.pkmnph.com"&gt;Pkmnph&lt;/a&gt;.  My topic is about Pokétrivia. I'll try to make it the best. Haha. Well, I hope I can. :) Sheesh. Sleep, or Script?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-115504183896962627?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/115504183896962627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=115504183896962627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115504183896962627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115504183896962627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/08/whew.html' title='Whew.'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-115498804978583547</id><published>2006-08-08T05:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T06:12:00.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good luck. Haha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm sure this day is going to be an interesting one. Why? Well, we have a lot of homeworks for today. Plus, we have a lot of quizzes today too. What's so interesting? I dunno. Maybe because I'm gonna have a headache later. I can feel it. :P Well, Have a good day, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-115498804978583547?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/115498804978583547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=115498804978583547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115498804978583547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115498804978583547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/08/good-luck-haha.html' title='Good luck. Haha.'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-115470702253165506</id><published>2006-08-04T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T23:57:02.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*cough cough*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sick, so I was absent at school today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who want to know the results of the tournament, the score was 3 wins, 5 losses. :P Haha. Woohoo. Well, they were tough, plus the tiles I frequently drew were very stinky. Stinky, for example: bbdntkr. Haha. And, some played words that aren't accepted in our dictionary, for example: estafas. Now, it sounds like a word, right? Estafa is the legal term used in the Philippines (or in other countries, maybe) for fraudulence. Right? Ah well. the total score for the turn when 'estafas' was played against me was 99 points. Arg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my score sheets, and some other stuff regarding that tournament, just in case you want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/Scrabble%20stuff/"&gt;http://s78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/Scrabble%20stuff/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm not a junior. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-115470702253165506?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/115470702253165506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=115470702253165506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115470702253165506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115470702253165506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/08/cough-cough.html' title='*cough cough*'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-115409502215522990</id><published>2006-07-28T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T21:57:02.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervous. Really nervous.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well, tomorrow's the big day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I've received an invitation to play in the eliminations to select the representative to play in Australia in December. &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/Scrabble%20stuff/anjo002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/Scrabble%20stuff/anjo001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha. Okay, so I guess you know my whole name now. :P F.Y.I. I am not a Jr. :P Man! I gotta win this. :P I can, can't I? Oh my gosh. I guess my adveraries will be really tough. X_x I'm not yet ready. Haha. I've still a bunch of words to memorize. No. Bunches of bunches of words. Scary. I hope I win. :P Then I'll get a eucalyptus leaf for you. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Um, so, if I am going to enter this,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/miscellany/image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I'd like to waaaatch! :(( Plus, I can't lend my Pokémon cards to Ron and Ate Kamae. Maybe one of us could either go to the Municipal Hall of Mandaluyong, or go to SM Megamall. Haha. :D Crazy idea, but it can work. I'm going to bring my decks tomorrow, just in case. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To all those joining competitions tomorrow, or next week, good luck! Have a nice time playing the games you will be competing in. Bring home the bacon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-115409502215522990?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/115409502215522990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=115409502215522990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115409502215522990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115409502215522990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/07/nervous-really-nervous.html' title='Nervous. Really nervous.'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/Scrabble%20stuff/th_anjo002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-115321915246581397</id><published>2006-07-18T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T18:39:12.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/miscellany/pianothingy002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/miscellany/pianothingy002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hm, after a few years, I have decided to make a new post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :P Not so much has happened, so I just compiled everything that seem important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday events:&lt;br /&gt;First, I played the piano in church last Sunday--the piano, not the organ--because the organ was busted. I don't know if it is fixed now. I kinda stank, but I did well, I guess. :) Second, Dad had his birthday last Sunday, which made him ** years old. (Heey, I need to respect his privacy, don't I? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:&lt;br /&gt;My Lola came out of the hospital yesterday. Great! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School stuff:&lt;br /&gt;And, um... We've got a load of homeworks to do, and loads of quizzes all in the same day. How great could that be? Which reminds me, I have to make my project which is due before the quarter ends, I guess.Of course, I have to prepare for our Scrabble club's mini-tournament to see who gets to compete in the national tournament, which, in turn, will determine who gets sent to Australia to compete in the World Youth Scrabble Tournament. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped piano lessons last week. Haha. :) It was raining! Well, actually, that wasn't my main reason. :P I wanted to practice the songs I played at mass last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh! I gotta go! I gotta answer my homeworks so I wouldn't cram tomorrow. I still have to study my piano pieces, for tomorrow's piano lessons. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-115321915246581397?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/115321915246581397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=115321915246581397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115321915246581397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115321915246581397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/07/woohoo_18.html' title='Woohoo!'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/miscellany/th_pianothingy002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-115272820734571367</id><published>2006-07-13T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T02:16:47.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel booky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It really is tough to be the old and dusty book among the regularly used ones.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You're so unique that people just, um, take you forgranted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Well, I usually feel that way. Left out. Haha. Haha. Ha--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked if I'm okay during my silence, I'd say I'm all right, but I'm not. I'm an introvert, you see. So, you'd usually find me quiet during messenger conferences. I find socializing with others I don't know kinda hard. But let me spend some time with them and they'll be my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I writing this? I don't know. Maybe because I sometimes find myself butting in during people's conversations, like, trying to change the topic by asking a question during lengthy discussions about other stuff. Nyahaha. &lt;em&gt;Pampam.&lt;/em&gt; :P What? I don't know. I sometimes find myself doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if I do that while you chat, sorry. I'll just stay put and be quiet, okay? Talk to me if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you okay? No.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-115272820734571367?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/115272820734571367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=115272820734571367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115272820734571367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115272820734571367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-feel-booky.html' title='I feel booky.'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-115268322422203571</id><published>2006-07-12T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T13:47:04.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold on.</title><content type='html'>http://world3.monstersgame.co.uk/?ac=vid&amp;amp;vid=38014712&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Try that. :) It's an online thingy game thingy. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and yeah, please support Pkmnph. :) visit www.pkmnph.com and join the forums and have fun! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-115268322422203571?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/115268322422203571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=115268322422203571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115268322422203571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115268322422203571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/07/hold-on.html' title='Hold on.'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-115267870889894982</id><published>2006-07-12T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T13:01:23.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ahaha!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yay! 32 posts! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE disappoints, SEX frustrates, SARS is dangerous, AIDS is real, BOOZE intoxicates, DRUGS kill ....but JESUS saves...don't delete spread d info to every living soul in your list. Plz send it 2 all in your list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cool no? I find that quite cool. Very cool. Comparing the power of Jesus with Satan's malevolent works. Who do you think weighs more? :) Sadly, I didn't send that to my YM list though, because, it'll be read once, then deleted. Woot. X_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha. About the championship. We lost. :P Well, UPIS lost. Haha. Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my first game, I was paired with a kid. 1st year, Manila Science High School. He was soooooo good! Even though he just started playing last year, he was so good! X_x Hmm. I was supposed to win the game, until he played "ki," a word which, according to my vocabulary, doesn't exist. Hold. Challenge. Acceptable. X_x *cries* + 5 points to his score. Tss. I lost by 4 points. The dictionary we use was updated. I didn't know. Hah. Darn. If only I knew that, I would've gotten into the championships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next game was with some kid from somewhere. He's a good bluffer. LOL. "araw" "jato" Man! He knows more words than I do. Haha. Well, there's no araw, but I didn't challenge him. I challenged him with "jato" only to find out that there was such a word. I lost to him by 193 (or more) points. Great. I had to win two more, ro pass for the championship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next one, was with Ate Malou. UPIS. Great. Really great. One of us had to leave, for we both had 0 wins and 2 losses. I think I was cheated. Haha. Well, she was counting her word, "zat" while I challenged it. I knew it doesn't exist. She took it back, and played another word. Hah. C**p. I lost by 17 points (or more.) Great. She had to win 1 more, so she could go to the finals. Me? No more chance. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last game for the eliminations was with a kid. Hm. I forgot which school he came from. At first, he was leading, with me tagging really far behind. Then I caught up to him with a few bingos. Then, poof. I won. :) 1-W 3-L. Hah. No more championships for me, beybeh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going home, Ma'am Rhea, our mentor, treated us with some Ice Monster foodies. Hehe. Corn Ice something! Yay! Yum. Haha. :D At least we still got to eat some yummies. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END! :D Seeya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-115267870889894982?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/115267870889894982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=115267870889894982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115267870889894982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115267870889894982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/07/woohoo.html' title='Woohoo!'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-115239605347991284</id><published>2006-07-09T05:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T06:01:15.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervous? Haha. Not quite.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I need to be at school at 6:30 AM, and at 5:56 AM, I am still here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot! Only a few hours to go, and it's Scrabble time! :D Haha. Nervous? Not quite.I'll be nervous, really nervous just before and during the games. :P I hope I last till the last round. Haha. Cause I've gotta bring the lechon home. Hm. I should. Yeah, I should. (I hope so. X_X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, seeyaz! Breakfast calls me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-115239605347991284?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/115239605347991284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=115239605347991284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115239605347991284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115239605347991284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/07/nervous-haha-not-quite.html' title='Nervous? Haha. Not quite.'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-115229062318692348</id><published>2006-07-08T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T06:01:38.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was early in school yesterday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yesterday, July 7th, was my Ate's Birthday. :P And she had a party. No her &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;scandalous&lt;/span&gt; classmates have been partying all night, and shouting and screaming via the Magic Sing. :D &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ang ingay! May magrereklamo siguro sa barangay captain. &lt;/span&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygosh. Only 1 day , 7 hours, and 28 minutes to go till the competition. Woot! My Korean Lecturers will watch me and Joseph compete. Haha. I gave them the directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;From Aurora Boulevard, take the Antipolo Simbahan Junction jeep. The jeep will pass by Bolinao Compound, the competition venue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Woot! They're singing a Jessa Zaragoza song.&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang di ko yata kaya&lt;br /&gt;Na sa buhay ko'y wala ka&lt;br /&gt;Aanhin ang pag-ibig kung ang puso'y nag-iisa?&lt;br /&gt;Sinong aking tatawagin?&lt;br /&gt;Sinong aking hahanapin?&lt;br /&gt;Sinong magpupuno sa aking paglalambing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nyehehe. :P the singer's voice is very much like the real singer. Creepy?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch us, okay? :P It's from 8 A.M. - 5 P.M. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Nul gun gang ha sae yo!&lt;/span&gt; That's Korean for Goodbye, and take care always! :D Seeya.&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-115229062318692348?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/115229062318692348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=115229062318692348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115229062318692348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115229062318692348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-was-early-in-school-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-115222424481160194</id><published>2006-07-07T05:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T06:17:24.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn, pero yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oooh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yay! It seems like I'm gonna go to school early today. :D I might be able to join our club meetings! Woot! A major acomplishment! Haha! I'm soooo happy. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy signed the reply slip for the competition. He's going to accompany me, I dunno how, on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I've got an LSS. Weird, I know. Simbang Gabi, by Lucio San Pedro. Ever heard of it? YOU SHOULD. LOL. Maaaaan. I can't wait for Christmas. I wanna go have choir practices every Friday night. I wanna go to Saturday or Sunday practices. I wanna go hear the melodic harmonization of our angelic voices (woot! &gt;_&lt;). And, I wanna eat puto bumbong and... um...bibingka? LOL. I forgot! Sorry. That purple thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ikalabing-anim ng Disyembre (Disyembre)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ikalabing-anim ng Disyembre (Disyembre)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simbanggabi'y simula ng Pasko&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sa puso ng lahing Pilipino&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siyam na gabing gumigising&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sa tugtog ng kampanang walang tigil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maaga kami kinabukasan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lalakad kaming langkay-langkay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Babatiin ang ninong at ninang ng 'Maligayang Pasko po' at hahalik ng kamay!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to hear everything. You might even like it. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-115222424481160194?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/115222424481160194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=115222424481160194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115222424481160194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115222424481160194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/07/yawn-pero-yay.html' title='Yawn, pero yay!'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-115220899473455731</id><published>2006-07-07T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T02:03:14.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yaaaaaaawn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It's about 2 A.M. I've just finished my homeworks. Life is so stressing. LOL. Got a tourney on Sunday. Scrabble. I. Lack. Training. LOL. Haha. I'm so weird. LOL. I've received an official letter about it, from my school. I'm gonna take a picture of it, and hope the photo uploading thingy in blogger works. Ah well. Night. :) Btw, sorry for the very late replies to posts. I'm so busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sleep. I need it so badly. X_X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-115220899473455731?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/115220899473455731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=115220899473455731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115220899473455731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115220899473455731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/07/yaaaaaaawn.html' title='Yaaaaaaawn...'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-115182786316828582</id><published>2006-07-02T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T16:11:03.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another weird stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I think I can live without the internet. LOL. Sheesh, our DSL acted up again, and waited for days to be fixed. I'm starting to get irritated. Hah. Well, Here is what I wanted to post while the DSL was acting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 11:27 P.M. June 29, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have wanted to post this a long time ago, but when I get the chance to write this on the create a post window, I become lazy and not continue. Procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually, I’m scared, anxious, and feeling kinda sentimental right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother’s in the Philippine Heart Center right now. I’m scared for her. She might not last much longer than a week or two. She had had a stroke, and with pneumonia early last Saturday morning, or so I was told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola Biana and I really aren’t that close, to tell the truth. Like a grandmother and grandchild, no, I think not. We’re maybe just like friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Anjo, nagsasalita na ba mynah mo?”&lt;br /&gt;“Opo.”&lt;br /&gt;“Anong sinasabi?”&lt;br /&gt;“Pareho pa rin po, tinatawag pa rin po ako nang paulit-ulit.”&lt;br /&gt;*she chuckled*&lt;br /&gt;“Sige po, babay na po, aalis na po kami e.”&lt;br /&gt;*makes mano ang waves goodbye*&lt;br /&gt;“Babay!”&lt;br /&gt;*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was our last conversation this year, about May, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh jeez. As I write this, I think I’m getting more attracted to her. I don’t know. I miss her. She went to live here once. And we acted like we were just friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday afternoon, while I was practicing my piano pieces, my dad received a call. Of course, I played much softer so my Dad would hear his caller. While I was playing, I heard phrases like: “stroke?” “kaninang umaga” “bakit ngayon lang?” and this: “Sige, pupunta ako.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guessed what happened correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to go to SM North EDSA to buy some CDs, but that trip was canceled. We went to Manila Central University instead, where my Lola was confined for the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived there way past visiting hours. 2 hours past visiting hours. She stayed in CICU, or Cardiac Intensive Care Unit. My Tito Zoy was there, and Obando’s vice mayor, and 2 of my cousins, a nurse, and a computer science student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was lying in bed of white cloth. A clear tube wound around her neck and cheeks going to the nose, in her case, the tube was taped into the nostrils. That was for oxygen. She had a gray thimble-like stuff in her right index finger with wires attached to it. That was for measuring the percentage of oxygen in her system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as with most patients, she had dextrose embedded in the back side of her right palm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a sorry sight. Her right eye kinda bulged and looked straight. Her left eye, however, looked down and looked as if it were going to sleep. She became cross-eyed. :(  The back side of her left palm was blackish. Hemorrhage, I think. As my cousin told us, the doctors couldn’t put the dextrose inside her left hand, so they repeated a lot of times, until her hand became blackish. My cousin, being a nurse, tried to do it in the patient’s right hand and got the dextrose in, during her first try. I can’t bear to think how Lola suffered during that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the gruesome part isn’t over yet. So, if you’re eating while reading this, please finish your food first, or just read on while eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she had pneumonia, phlegm must be plentiful inside her. She had to be suctioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just what is it? Oh, nothing much. First, you have to get sprayed with something. Probably a hot water thingy, to loosed up the phlegm for easier suctioning. Then, you just get a curved tube as wide as the bottom of a mineral water bottle pushed into your mouth and into the esophagus. Oh, nothing much. Last, you get a tube that sucks stuff inside it traveling inside your esophagus. Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola… I worry about her. I saw her reaction when the big tube was being inserted into her mouth. She shuddered like an epileptic and her eyes (or eye) widened. Ow. Ow. The sucking tube was then put into her mouth, made a sucking sound, and out it came. It was red, blood, with p-h-l-e-g-m. Sticky phlegm. The tube was put in and out of the patient’s mouth once, twice, of thrice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She couldn’t talk audibly then. She’d talk, yeah, in murmurs and chains of unintelligible sounds. She could still raise her right eyebrow then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: Lola, kilala mo si Anjo?  *shoves my face in front of Lola*Taas kilay kung oo.&lt;br /&gt;*slightly raises eyebrow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawawa naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord God, please take care of her when she finally goes to see You. Or, if it is not yet her time, please help her to endure her difficulties. Please. She has suffered much already. Please, Lord. We worry about her. Thank you for sending her to us. She has done more than enough for us. Thank you God, for her. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherish your loved ones while they are still there. :) I’ve heard that many times, but I was too shy to say what I feel about them. I’m a shy person, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon, Lola. We love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-115182786316828582?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/115182786316828582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=115182786316828582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115182786316828582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115182786316828582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-weird-stuff.html' title='Another weird stuff.'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-115146981679018359</id><published>2006-06-28T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T12:43:36.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Linksh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hm, so, before I leave the house, I decided to make a list of the website which piqued my interest, and hopefully, yours. :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/quizpage.php?quizname=060527123946-397329&amp;" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.quizyourfriends.com/quizpage.php?quizname=060527123946-397329&amp;amp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what can I say? It's my quiz! Yay! Solve it, okay? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thankyou-v6.focalex.com/?tid=525&amp;aid=253352&amp;amp;e=&amp;fn=&amp;amp;ln=&amp;g=&amp;amp;by=&amp;bm=&amp;amp;bd=&amp;c=&amp;amp;z=&amp;game_name=Word%20Descrambler&amp;amp;thankyou_url=http%3A%2F%2Fquizyourfriends%2Egamerival%2Ecom%2Findex%2Ecfm%3Fplay%3D145B1299%26fromint%3D1%26randint%3D8"&gt;http://thankyou-v6.focalex.com/?tid=525&amp;aid=253352&amp;amp;e=&amp;fn=&amp;amp;ln=&amp;g=&amp;amp;by=&amp;bm=&amp;amp;bd=&amp;c=&amp;amp;z=&amp;game_name=Word%20Descrambler&amp;amp;thankyou_url=http%3A%2F%2Fquizyourfriends%2Egamerival%2Ecom%2Findex%2Ecfm%3Fplay%3D145B1299%26fromint%3D1%26randint%3D8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a word scramble game that's cool enough to be cool. :D It's very challenging. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paulsadowski.com/birthday.asp"&gt;http://www.paulsadowski.com/birthday.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where you'll find stuff about your birthday. :D My Life Path is *. Ask me. :P Yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paulsadowski.com/Numbers.asp"&gt;http://www.paulsadowski.com/Numbers.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's where you'll find stuff about your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EpuoFDOR7xA&amp;search=Nintendo%20Song"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EpuoFDOR7xA&amp;amp;search=Nintendo%20Song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last is the  Nintendo thingy. Watch it. Thanks Kuya Mics! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, gtg. seeya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-115146981679018359?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/115146981679018359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=115146981679018359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115146981679018359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115146981679018359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/06/linksh.html' title='Linksh.'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-115146635917534406</id><published>2006-06-28T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T11:45:59.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wooot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'm back. PLDT DSL sucked, bigtime. HAH! The drought lasted for about. Uh. another week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to make a long post, to make up for lost time. But, hey, I got lazy, cause even though the DSL is back, it still is slow. Sheesh. It took me about 5-10 minutes to get to the create a new post screen. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope I can make a long post later on, because I'm gonna go to my piano lessons. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-115146635917534406?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/115146635917534406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=115146635917534406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115146635917534406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115146635917534406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/06/wow.html' title='Wow.'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-115082149772381966</id><published>2006-06-21T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T00:38:17.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, world.</title><content type='html'>Hullo. Greetings. :) I'm back, once again, after a few more days of our DSL having temperaments. A couple days, to be exact. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished everything I have to do for this week, well, not really. There's my piano lessons tomorrow, and some reportings, written reports... OMG! Written reports! Our group's written report is about CAR, Region 1, Region 2, Region 3. We might as well compile it into one book, just like the higher batches did. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiez. I gotta go. I'm so sleepy. Night! :) Seeya soon! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-115082149772381966?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/115082149772381966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=115082149772381966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115082149772381966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115082149772381966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello-world.html' title='Hello, world.'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-115057346950389244</id><published>2006-06-18T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T03:44:29.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh. Cr*p.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheesh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Does everything have to be cr*ppy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, I was kinda happy earlier. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, my blog doesn't upload images. I wonder why. It has been like that for, like, weeks! Now my posts are boring. *hyperventilates then acts as if going to faint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I have loads more to do. Two reportings in English, two or three homeworks for tomorrow, piano pieces (which I haven't studied) due on Wednesday, groupwork reportings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. So, I've had a dose of how stressful high school life is. What about college? More stressful? I don't hope so. X_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can fix everything just in time. No. I will fix everything. Something tells me that I really need your help today. You will, right? Great! *dances and sings along with Steve*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to stay up late. I just have so many stuff to do, that they take me millennia to finish. Or, sometimes, if I don't have as much stuff to do, I can't control myself to refrain from staying up late. My friends are still online even after midnight. Haha. Friends are very influential in a person's life. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! I don't know why I started to talk about sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night, you guys! God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Ron, gagaling lolo mo. :) Just pray hard too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-115057346950389244?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/115057346950389244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=115057346950389244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115057346950389244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115057346950389244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/06/ugh-crp.html' title='Ugh. Cr*p.'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-115057268184934840</id><published>2006-06-18T03:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T03:31:21.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay! Pah-tay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; YAHOO! Messenger senses my feelings. :P Launchcast is currently playing Jump, by David Lee Roth. Instead of the rock (?) version, I hear a violin. No. Violins. Same lyrics. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to cut the line short, I finally finished the powerpoint presentation I was working upon (2:55:41 A.M.,) which is supposed to be presented tomorrow. But. I know my happiness is short-lived. I gotta decorate the presentation later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing that I am working on is a group project, actually. We were tasked to report on some Regions 1, 2, 3, and CAR. We have 8 members in our group, so I, the leader (yet again. X_X,) split the group into 4. 1 region per pair. There are only, like, 3 or 4 industrious people in our group. My pair was assigned Region 3. My pairmate (is there such word?) researched, and I, encoded the researchwork into a Powerpoint presentation, which I just 'finished.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmate and I are going to compile all presentations later. Probably in Katipunan. No, it's in Katipunan, cause I have to go look for a Father's day gift for Dad somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll then go to Japanimation later, to window shop (and to buy, I guess.) Ate Kamae's gonna be there too. *yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some sleep. X_X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-115057268184934840?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/115057268184934840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=115057268184934840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115057268184934840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115057268184934840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/06/yay-pah-tay_18.html' title='Yay! Pah-tay!'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-115046636864292375</id><published>2006-06-16T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T21:59:28.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*yawn*</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay, I'm soooo busy to post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sorry. Just dropping by. I'm sleepy, cause I slept at about 3:30 AM today, and I've got more deadlines to catch, some of them are due tomorrow. Some, next week. Aah. I need a massage. LOL! Okay, seeya around, will try to post more if I get spare time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-115046636864292375?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/115046636864292375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=115046636864292375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115046636864292375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115046636864292375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/06/yawn_16.html' title='*yawn*'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-115039198765405053</id><published>2006-06-16T01:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T01:24:21.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F-A-T-I-G-U-E</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My fingers hurt from all this typing. I think I'd rather speak in Filipino right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asar. may project kami, pairwork na magiging groupwork. Powerpoint, gagawa kami. Tapos, tungkol sa Region 3. E ako naman, sa pagiging OC, naisipan kong lagyan ng hyperlinks yung mga bagay-bagay dun. para mas maganda. E yun. Tapos, sa kalagitnaan ng paggawa ko, well, di pa kalagitnaan, naisip ko na aabutin ng 100++ slides yung presentation. Hello, memory-eater! Haha. Wala lang. Pagod na talaga ako. Hindi ko pa nga talaga natatapos yung sa Bulacan e. Festivals na lang. Tinatamad na ako. Woot. Gagawin pa yung 7 pang mga lalawigan. Saya. Mamaya na deadline. Mas masaya. Well, di naman mamaya. Basta. Sa Monday na presentation nito e. Good luck. :) Osige, tatapusin ko muna to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED AN IMPETUS. Jeez. Gimme one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-115039198765405053?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/115039198765405053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=115039198765405053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115039198765405053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115039198765405053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/06/f-t-i-g-u-e_16.html' title='F-A-T-I-G-U-E'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-115029856050024528</id><published>2006-06-14T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T23:28:20.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reincarnated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay, world. I. Am. Back! *claps* *does a little jig*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. So, my world collapsed about a week ago. That was Thursday, after our class that I came home to read more about &lt;a href="http://www.ubuntu.com"&gt;Ubuntu&lt;/a&gt;, a Linux Operating System thingy that seems cooler that Windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I came home, and tried to check on the website, our DSL was slower than a turtle with arthritis crawling uphill. Oh man! Stink-o! Then, the next day, after classes, I found out that our DSL wasn't working. I hope that wasn't because of overuse. X_X Ah well! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That misfortune lingered the computers here for about a week--until today. (Yes, it wasn't really almost a week. Whateverrrrrrrrr. You do the math! :)) So... I'm back! Aren't you glad for me? (Don't tell a lie... *glares at you*) You are, aren't you? *shifts eyes into angelic ones*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygosh. A lot has happened to me while I was gone. It's hard catching up to blogging, you know. With lots of schoolwork, churchwork (I'm the pianist, remember?), and pianowork (piano lessons. I acquire homeworks everytime I go to that school), I find it hard to have a lot of spare time (that means blogging is going to be slower than before. Oh BTW, posts are coming up soon. No, I'm not procrastinating. Okay, so I am. Haha!) Plus, I think being a p-r-e-s-i-d-e-n-t's gonna make me a lot busier this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, why do happy-go-lucky people have lots of spare time? Why do slightly-industrialized to highly-industrialized (LOL! industrious) people have lots of work time, and so little for entertainment? Oh woe is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to school, then go home at about 5-6 P.M. Do some homeworks, eat dinner, watch Pokémon, do homeworks again (you know, homeworks that take you millennia to finish. X_X) I even barely have time to practice and play the piano! Jeeeeeeeeeeeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna collapse soon. Overfatigue. Hel--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-115029856050024528?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/115029856050024528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=115029856050024528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115029856050024528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/115029856050024528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/06/reincarnated_14.html' title='Reincarnated.'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-114951673710111048</id><published>2006-06-05T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T22:12:17.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good. Better. Bad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As we Filipinos know, today, June 5th, is the official day when classes start once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; U.P.I.S. is one of the schools that followed the schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you could never miss the flag ceremony before classes start. There's the Philippine National Anthem. Then there's the &lt;em&gt;Panatang Makabayan&lt;/em&gt;, and the &lt;em&gt;Panunumpa ng Katapatan sa Watawat ng Pilipinas&lt;/em&gt;. Typical flag ceremony.Veeeeeery typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's flag ceremony is, yeah right, typical, except for a thing or two--GMA cameramen hovered above us as if we they were bees that had seen a bunch of flowers. X_x And by above us, I mean they went as high as they can. HIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the flag, somebody announced that we should have elected our class officers by today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the flag, we conducted our first homeroom meeting. We elected our officers, and had a little activity. A science-y activity. Let's focus on the activity first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the teacher, our adviser, brought about a bag containing strips of paper with phrases and nouns on them. We had to look for our partner, by matching the correct phrase with the noun. It was nothing much, but it kinda gave us an overview as to what we are going to tackle in Biology 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. On to the next topic. :D No? What? The election results? Sheesh. Why'd you remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[HATES]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being always the leader, I guess ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that? Well. Okay, so I am an officer. Guess what. It has the letters p-r-e-s-i-d-e-n-t in it. Hey, you're getting warmer! A little more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, okay, so you figured it out. I'm 8-Butterfly's president. Woot. Fun. I was the vice president, but our president told me that he can't be president because he is the president of our Year Level Organization. So, I went up one rank, and the Secretary became the Vice President, and the former President, the Secretary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Okay, so, our homework was to do our Personal Data Sheet. Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Filipino 8. Our activity was to write our Personal Data Sheet on a 1/2 crosswise paper, and along with it, the answers to these questions: 1. &lt;em&gt;Paano ka inilalarawan ng iyong mga kaibigan, kaklase, o kakilala? &lt;/em&gt;2.&lt;em&gt;Paano mo inilalarawan ang iyong sarili? &lt;/em&gt;3.&lt;em&gt; Paano mo ginugol ang iyong oras noong bakasyon? &lt;/em&gt;4.&lt;em&gt; Magbigay ng payong sasabihin sa mga kaklase mo sa unang araw ng pasukan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. For starters, my classmates &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; refer to me as &lt;em&gt;matalino. &lt;/em&gt;Hah. No choice. :P Then, for Q2, I wrote that I am "industrious." What? Course I am. For 3, I wrote a lot of stuff. Most can be found in my blog entries. And for 4, I wrote that we should strive hard to excel (or something like that) in class. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was Practical Arts. You know, Home Economics. I learned that we were going to sew this quarter. And what are we going to sew? &lt;strong&gt;Shorts.&lt;/strong&gt; Woooot. Haha. I hope I can manage to do that correctly, and outplay, and grab that bigheaded future ex-best in P.A.'s award (if he'll have one this year. *Note: that B.F.E.i.P.A. is our Secretary.) :P We were dismissed early, because we had no instructional materials, yet. We were supposed to discuss the materials needed to be brought for sewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we had lunch, then English. English was fun. The teacher seems fun. My seatmates seem fun. The timeslot seems fun. We answered a couple of questions: What makes English easy/hard? Why is English important? &lt;em&gt;Basta. Yun.&lt;/em&gt; We have a repeater in my class [Hey dude, if you're reading this, sorry!] His classmates are in English 9, but he's still in English 8. Poor kid. Ah well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Computer Science! I think I'm gonna start to like this school. :) At last, I'm gonna be learing more about computer thingies. We are going to tackle MS Visual Basic 6.0 this sem. La-dee-da!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked my first day. I think. X_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I gtg, got a load of things to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-114951673710111048?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/114951673710111048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=114951673710111048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/114951673710111048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/114951673710111048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/06/good-better-bad.html' title='Good. Better. Bad?'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-114921903953821416</id><published>2006-06-02T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T11:30:39.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Score!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A new month, and a new layout for &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks you designer dude/tte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not really enthusiastic about going back to school. More homeworks, more projects, more hell. Hah. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things that I like about school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My friends&lt;br /&gt;2. My pals&lt;br /&gt;3. My buddies&lt;br /&gt;4. Mi amigos y amigas&lt;br /&gt;5. Mga kaibigan ko&lt;br /&gt;6. Mon ami&lt;br /&gt;*sigh, do I have to get corny?*&lt;br /&gt;*tears his hair out*&lt;br /&gt;7. Tournaments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School isn't bad at all, is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-114921903953821416?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/114921903953821416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=114921903953821416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/114921903953821416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/114921903953821416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/06/score.html' title='Score!'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-114920971138065535</id><published>2006-06-02T08:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T10:59:51.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why make The Da Vinci Code movie R-18?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'm definitely sure that a lot of youngsters under 18 have read the book. And, I'm sure that a lot have watched the movie under the safety of their homes, far from the eyes of cinema guards and MTRCB people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? It's because of the seriousness, I'll bet. &lt;strong&gt;But, why, why, why?&lt;/strong&gt; Hah. I don't know. Weird. Well, why am I ranting like this? I shouldn't. I &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; watched it last Saturday night, at the Robinsons Galleria Cinema 10. Thanks to the people who made that impossible reverie come true. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday afternoon, my Mom, Dad, and Sister were going to Galle to buy her school shoes, and to watch The Code as well. I was reluctant to go with them, because, I knew that I had a slim chance to watch the movie with them. About 0.00000000000000000000001%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt said, "Kung ako sa 'yo, Anjo, sasama ako." So, I went with them, groomed like [I hope] an 18-year old. :P A green checkered shirt with olive green slacks plus gray rubber shoes and glasses. Those did the trick. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when we got there, I went with my Mom and Sister, who were canvassing for shoes. I tried as hard as I can to act waaaaaaay older. :P Walk, stand, etc. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad came after parking the car. He and I were given money to buy tickets. So we went upstairs, and tried to buy 1. When it was our turn, my saleslady asked, "Sir, ilang tickets po ang bibilhin ninyo?" "Apat," was my Dad's reply. "Sinu-sino po ba ang mga kasama ninyo?" "*points at me* Ito, tapos, asawa ko, tsaka anak kong babae." "Ilang taon na yung babae?" "21," said Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ilang taon na raw ba ako? I said I am 18. When asked for my birthday, I said it was on May 1st, 1988. She said that I needed to consult the guard of a cinema showing The Code if I were to be let in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ilang taon ka na ba?" "18 po." "Kailan ka pinanganak," asked the guard. I replied, "May 1, 1988." The usual questions. I don't even know why they bother to ask that. The 'adult's' birthdate is scripted, even the age. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she said that I needed an I.D. to prove that I'm 18. I brought my School I.D., and a couple of Jollibee Superkids Club I.D.s :P My Dad said I had none, bought three tickets, and we went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show's about to start in 15 minutes. The four of us stroll through the corridors of the mall. We traipse through the Moviehouse lobby, and still trying to fabricate a plan to get me through. :P We went up the escalator, briefed me a little about our modus operandi. Hey, it worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate: Anjo, pagkabigay ko nung ticket, pasok ka agad ha.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okey.&lt;br /&gt;*Ate gives the tickets to the guard in charge.*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *says to self* Ayos! Nakalusooooooot! Yeeeeessssssssss!&lt;br /&gt;*Ate opens the door*&lt;br /&gt;Ate: Kuya, pwede ba drinks sa loob?&lt;br /&gt;*While she said that, I slightly tilted my head to look at the guard. I thought I was busted! Jeez. That was scary. X_X*&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Guard: Oo, pwede.&lt;br /&gt;*Ate and I try to go in, with our parents a few steps behind.*&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Guard: Sino yung isa?&lt;br /&gt;*OMG, I thought I was busted this time. But then, I remembered my Ate gave three tickets to the guard. :P*&lt;br /&gt;Ate: Ah, yung Mommy ko po. Ayun o *points*.&lt;br /&gt;*We went in. And after a few steps away from the door...*&lt;br /&gt;Ate &amp;amp; I: Hahahahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we thought we weren't gonna pass through Security. :P Dad went back down again, to buy another ticket for him. Ate and I found four available seats in front. She sat to the left, then I, then Mom and Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the movie started, Ate went out to buy some food and to go to the bathroom. She was confronted by the guard, who left his post, apparently searching for the minor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guard: Miss, ilang taon na po ba kayo?&lt;br /&gt;Ate: Hello, 21 na ako. Maggagradweyt na nga ako next year! Compliment ba yan?&lt;br /&gt;Guard: Ah, okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! The guard thought that she is a minor! Cool! Ang tangkad ko pala. Haha. Maybe the height also did the trick. Maybe. :D Well, it's a good thing she went out, or else, the guard would've scoured the seats, looking for the minor. X_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was kinda boring, yeah. Talk talk talk. Some parts, gory. I think you have to read the book before watching the movie. I think you won't understand what you're watching if you haven't read the book. My Sister used me as a reference 'book' during the movie. Hey, she didn't read the book. I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, the movie made me understand what seemed kinda confusing to me after I read the book. The movie simplified the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! It did. Some parts were cut, combined, altered, removed. Hah. Rip-off. It took Langdon about 10 seconds to solve the first and the second anagrams. Fast, eh? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I look forward to the spin-off of 'Angels and Demons' more than 'The Da Vinci Code Part 2' or whatever remake they do. I heard they're making the movie right now. Can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-114920971138065535?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/114920971138065535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=114920971138065535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/114920971138065535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/114920971138065535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/06/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-114915430625904378</id><published>2006-06-01T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T11:00:47.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies rock!</title><content type='html'>This hot day is our enrolment day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to meet with Joseph, my best friend, at around 8 A.M. at school. I commuted to school at 8:40 A.M., arrived there at about 9:00 A.M. :D Errands, errands, errands. That's why I went away late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He arrived at about 9:30. Hahahaha! Well, he said they were stuck in heaaaaaaavy traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to finish enroling early. My Dad and I have to go pay bills, when he fetches me, which is after the enrolment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I arrived at school before 9. I went to the assigned room for incoming 8th Grade students, and looked at the papers on the door. The papers contained section names--8-Butterfly, 8-Damselfly, 8-Dragonfly, and 8-Firefly--and the students in these particular sections. I'm in Butterfly. Weeeee. Butterfly. Haha. &lt;em&gt;Her&lt;/em&gt; section. And a couple of students I would not want to spend a day with are with me. I'd rather be in 8-Firefly. The name sounds cool for a section. :P Joseph is a &lt;em&gt;Dragonflyer&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went in, and told the lady at the assessment counter that I was going to assess myself, or whatever. Haha. She asked for my Report Card. &lt;em&gt;Ay!&lt;/em&gt; I left it at home! Nobody reminded me to bring it. X_x So, I texted Ate, who was with Dad, to call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Dad that I left my Report Card at home. Good thing he really was supposed to go home because of some errands Mom told him to do too. :P He said he'd bring my Card to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... While waiting for my Card, I paid the P.T.A. due. One K. Check paid to cash. :P I then went to the Multi-Purpose Hall to pay for my Guidance Counseling fees, or whatever you call them. P60! Cheeeeeeeeap! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was traipsing along the corridors, Joseph came. We chatted a little bit, and I handed &lt;em&gt;Angels and Demons&lt;/em&gt; to him. He wanted to read it, so I let him borrow our copy. He then proceeded to the assessment counter, while I sat on one of the chairs scattered about. He sat beside me, and his mom beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me what the person he handed his Card to said. I forgot what it is though. Haha. Sorry! X_x I then helped him fill up his forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... &lt;em&gt;He&lt;/em&gt; came along. Oh, I can't bear to think about it. &lt;em&gt;He&lt;/em&gt; was wearing a black shirt, with the letters G, M, and A sewed on it just above his heart. He clutched that scary black thing. It had lenses, and a stand. A CAMERA! A CAMERAMAN! Ooooooh. Haha. He was getting some footage of some of my batchmates, but mainly Joseph and I were the Center of Attraction. :P I dunno why he was there though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is our school going to be bulldozed to ashes, and our footage was taken as a remembrance? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Dad came. After retrieving the Card, Dad said that I should hurry up, because, as I have said, we were going to pay bills. He then locked himself up in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I handed my Card to the assessoress [Hahaha! I didn't know what to call a lady assessor!], and she said, "Antaas naman! Kita mo o, *showing my Card to the lady beside her* may *toot*-point-*toot*!" "Aba, aba, aba, totoo ba yan? *snatches the card, and reads the GWA* Aba, oo nga. Keep up the good work!" At least I acquired some new fans. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After filling everything up, I was told that I could pay for the educational materials on Monday, June 5th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gloated over the schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have Wednesdays off! Heh. But more hours per subject though. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have Science, and English everyday. And Math, every Tuesday and Friday [whoooooopeeeeeeeee! Joy! Joy! Joy!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While home, I was looking for piano pieces to print. I printed If I Ain't Got You, and the Pokemon Theme Song. And while searching, Kuya Micael and I chatted a little. Jeez, Kuya, P1,200? That is &lt;strong&gt;soooooo&lt;/strong&gt; cheap! &lt;em&gt;Kelangan palang idaan na lang sa acting. Haha.&lt;/em&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to SM to pay bills. Of course, I am the one who always goes down and walks and my Dad gets left in the car. To sleep, I guess. Yadda yadda yadda. Okay, bills are paid, now, when I window shopped at Data Blitz, I saw Brain Age. P1,460 for credit card. &lt;strong&gt;P1,350&lt;/strong&gt; [if I'm not mistaken] for cash payments. Woooooot. Not as cheap as yours, Kuya, but, almost. :P Plus, it is an original copy. I'm gonna buy one when we go to SM again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-114915430625904378?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/114915430625904378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=114915430625904378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/114915430625904378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/114915430625904378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/06/butterflies-rock.html' title='Butterflies rock!'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-114875088964091269</id><published>2006-05-28T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T11:04:36.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the best days in my life. Hah. :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wednesday was cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I didn't go to class, duh. Haha. I'm bitter. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my Mom, Ate and I went out early to Makati. Early. As in, 11 A.M. Mom had someone to meet with at 11 at Makati. Well, we arrived there at about 12:30 P.M. :P Well, EDSA was, as usual, jampacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my Mom met with her date, Ate and I went around Makati. We went throoough the 'subway', went around, deposited money, then came back. :P Where are we going? To someplace in Makati!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went through the colorful signs of shops in Makati, through the magical and curving streets, and through narrow, winding streets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to check on a piano for sale. P25,000. Still in good condition, with slight scratch marks and damages. It played really good when struck. Well, the catch is, it is C.O.D. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people wanted to buy that too, and somebody was bound to buy that yesterday, if we didn't buy it as early as possible. My parents &lt;strong&gt;could&lt;/strong&gt; buy that, but we had loads of bills to pay, some are way past due, some are going to be due in a few days. I told my Mom I could pitch in to buy the piano. I had Pxx,xxx amount in my bank account. :P My Sister also pitched in, so, combined, we could buy the piano. :P Yay! My Mom said that they'd refund Ate and I by installments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought it. It came 20 hours later. :) They assembled it, and, I was so excited. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now, if my parents have visitors, I'm sure they would make me play the piano. Haha. I'm their pianist--free of charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to hear me play, go to hear mass in our church every Sunday. :P Oh sheesh. I gotta go practice for later. X_X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-114875088964091269?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/114875088964091269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=114875088964091269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/114875088964091269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/114875088964091269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-of-best-days-in-my-life-hah-p.html' title='One of the best days in my life. Hah. :P'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-114874648237584902</id><published>2006-05-27T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T11:05:02.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the million rants Anjo has made</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We didn't have any lecture last Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sucky. I don't know if they're interested in me. :P One of the directors told me that their week, last May 21-27, was going to make them really busy. They had to discard some students to make their workload lighter. They told us that they'd just contact (through SMS or telephone) the student of their choice just to know who gets in. She said that students should expect a text from them a week ago. I didn't receive any. I didn't receive any text from any of them even before I started the lessons. Ah. Whatever. Rant. Rant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-114874648237584902?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/114874648237584902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=114874648237584902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/114874648237584902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/114874648237584902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-of-million-rants-anjo-has-made.html' title='One of the million rants Anjo has made'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-114871382363557553</id><published>2006-05-27T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T11:05:59.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Head. Ache. Hurts. So. Much. Aaaaaaaaaaaah</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is so confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to choose. Piano lessons, or organ lessons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have piano lessons than organ lessons because I want to be able to play classical music. :P You know, the ones requiring &lt;strong&gt;firm and agile&lt;/strong&gt; fingers. :-&lt; I'm a slow player, to tell the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I could benefit from organ lessons. I play for mass, you know. I use the organ there. I just play as if it were a piano, without melodies, etc. Pretty plain, I know. Ah well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my Mom enrolled me in Yamaha School of Music. Piano lessons. :P I'm in the Primary Level, and in Grade 2. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher was my siblings' organ teacher. She owns the school, and is friends with Mom. :P We have had a couple of lessons now, I have another one on Monday, but I think it'll get postponed, knowing that I'm gonna play for mass tomorrow. I've no time to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher gave me two books for class. Both are kinda hard at first, but easy after a few practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Oh man, my pieces to study for the next lesson are haaaaaard. Help me! I have to study 2 more. And a couple of finger exercises. Too hard for me. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-114871382363557553?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/114871382363557553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=114871382363557553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/114871382363557553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/114871382363557553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/05/head-ache-hurts-so-much-aaaaaaaaaaaah.html' title='Head. Ache. Hurts. So. Much. Aaaaaaaaaaaah'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-114847384196713619</id><published>2006-05-24T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T11:06:21.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know that this post is suuuuper late, but, at least I did it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I want to apologize for not writing new posts since las&lt;a href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/miscellany/parable.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t week. Our DSL sucked (and still sucks!) It was slower that a snail crawling uphill! It frequently got disconnected. I couldn't even attach pictures to the preceding post (at least I've put them now. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about my past Wednesday. It was nothing much, but I learned some new things worth sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have any Korean Lesson--which soooooo sucked--but I had a Bible Lecture/Lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned about Parables. What they are, and what their importances are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/miscellany/parable.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first. Parables are stories with moral. They usually have animals, plants, etc. as main characters. These things represent humans. For example, serpents are bad people, etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Parables are 'Codes.' They are handed out to people to see who is good and evil. Evil people just hear them, and do not bother to digest them. Good people, on the other hand, digest the 'Codes' and use them to quench their thirst about God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 11:6-9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 The wolf will live with the lamb,&lt;br /&gt;the leopard will lie down with the goat,&lt;br /&gt;the calf and the lion and the yearling together;&lt;br /&gt;and a little child will lead them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 The cow will feed with the bear,&lt;br /&gt;their young will lie down together,&lt;br /&gt;and the lion will eat straw like the ox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 The infant will play near the hole of the cobra,&lt;br /&gt;and the young child put his hand into the viper's nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 They will neither harm nor destroy&lt;br /&gt;on all my holy mountain,&lt;br /&gt;for the earth will be full of the knowledge of the LORD&lt;br /&gt;as the waters cover the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, amigo, is an example of a parable. In the Old Testament, it is said that the Messiah will come after the above events. It did, after people in some city gathered everyday to eat and rejoice. Bad, good, lonely people. Name them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After classes, a teacher told us to clean. X_x Suucky! Haha. At least their place is small and easy to clean. :d I swept the floorboards. It's a good feeling knowing that after you swept, you got a lot of dust and other debris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went home. I said something in 'Korean'. I think it was a mixture between Hello, are you in peace? and Goodbye. Hah. It was &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; embarassing. [Sorry!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home, rode a tricycle to the jeepney terminal. I didn't ride a jeep. I walked some 5 minutes, and walked into a store. A Japanese store selling animé figurines, keychains, CDs, etc. I saw some Pokémon figurines, about P25 each, some Pokémon keychains, about P15 each. And a Poké-version of &lt;em&gt;Cool Fever&lt;/em&gt;. It had Japanese characters though. I knew it was one because it had a picture like the one in the &lt;em&gt;Cool Fever&lt;/em&gt;. It had Pikachu and Pichu in its cover. I haven't asked for the price, though. After that, I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to go to Obando that day to co-celebrate their fiesta. My parents had a petty fight. So we didn't go to Obando. I went to the P.A.C.E. I think I regretted going to P.A.C.E. I wanted to learn more about Hangul that day X_x. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-114847384196713619?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/114847384196713619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=114847384196713619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/114847384196713619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/114847384196713619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/05/doing-it.html' title='Doing it.'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/miscellany/th_parable.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-114813906831073119</id><published>2006-05-20T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T11:07:03.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL 101 part 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It was time for another Korean Lecture and Bible Studies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3593/734/320/check.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought my notebook, pen, Nintendo DS (:P), a book, my Gameboy Advance with its wormlight and games, a Scrabble set, and a couple of pandesal (as we Filipinos might know, a type of bread. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought my Gameboy Advance because my best friend wanted to buy it. So, I pitched in a wormlight, and my a game. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought my Nintendo DS in case I got bored to death while waiting for my friend and for classes to start. Hey, it was handy. When I was commuting to Katipunan, I thought I was late for class, but then I wasn't. Funny, I thought Koreans made a big deal about time. Heh, okay. So that was just a guess. :P So, I played the DS while waiting for my class. My class came first before my friend did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought my book because... Uh... Erm... To show off that I read a book? LOL! I don't know. Maybe just in case someone borrows my DS and I was left with nothing to do. Its title is, "The Wind in the Willows" by Kenneth Grahame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Scrabble set? Oh, I'm sure you know by now that I like Scrabble. :) You do, don't you? Well, my best friend and I are the one of school's &lt;em&gt;varsity&lt;/em&gt; players when it comes to Scrabble. :P Hey, I'm telling the truth! We played a while after both of our lessons. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we had our Bible Lecture. Matthew 17:23-27 was the main topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Temple Tax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24&lt;/strong&gt; After Jesus and his disciples arrived in Capernaum, the collectors of the two-drachma tax came to Peter and asked, "Doesn't your teacher pay the temple tax?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25&lt;/strong&gt; "Yes, he does," he replied. When Peter came into the house, Jesus was the first to speak. "What do you think, Simon?" he asked. "From whom do the kings of the earth collect duty and taxes—from their own sons or from others?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26 &lt;/strong&gt;"From others," Peter answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then the sons are exempt," Jesus said to him. &lt;strong&gt;27 &lt;/strong&gt;"But so that we may not offend them, go to the lake and throw out your line. Take the first fish you catch; open its mouth and you will find a four-drachma coin. Take it and give it to them for my tax and yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thank you &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com"&gt;www.biblegateway.com&lt;/a&gt; for the chapter and verses! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we discussed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gist is that we should spread the Word to people. That is why we live. That &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; the reason why we live. Pretty nice, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually like the Bible lessons. They're so informative. Plus, you get to ask questions! :) Okay, so you can ask questions at any other Bible lecture. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Korean Lecture. We reviewed pronouncing double vowels. :) I think I did pretty well. Then, we studied pronouncing double consonants, final consonants, and double final consonants. Oh, pronouncing them was a pain in the *a****! As in. my larynx kinda hurted after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/hangul/2f5b710b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that post I wrote about my classmates teaching me some new Korean words? Well, this lesson, the teacher taught us about the new words I know. So, I got to teach my fellow classmates. Well, at least my partner in the dialog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/hangul/64df3ed3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classes ended. I went outside to see Joseph, my best friend, having his piano lessons. Well, being bored, I played the keyboard beside him. His Korean piano teacher went away to let him practice on his own and talked with our Korean Language instructor. So we both played. Play play play play play play. Then, Joseph's piano teacher came back and caught me playing the worship songs that were with the keyboard. She caught me playing "Lord I Lift Your Name on High." She went prowling around Joseph and I, and started 'chanting' the lyrics of the song. LOL. Okay, so her 'chanting' sounded just like the song I was playing. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Joseph and I played the keys, we went to sit on one of the pews in the middle of the room. Okay. I guess I'll tell you about that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've come from Katipunan and has entered AGCOR Building, you climb up a couple of flights of stairs, make a few turns, then straight into a narrow, wooden corridor leading to the intestines of P.A.C.E. BTW, AGCOR Building is like a condominium, if I'm not mistaken. :) Once you enter the modest door of P.A.C.E., in front of you is a corridor leading the the worship place and on your left and your right are lecture rooms. Those are where you get taught Korean Lessons, Guitar Lessons, Korean Lectures, etc. etc. :P Now, if you go take a short walk through the corridor to your right, before you enter the worship room, you see the kitchen. As you enter the worship room you see a column of pews, and another lecture room to your right. You also see a stage, along with a podium up front. After the column of pews, you see a computer--a super cool Korean computer. And if you're standing in front of the stage, to your right, you see a couple of keyboards and a drum set. Near the keyboards is Lecture room #4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P I hope I described the place well enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after Joseph and I sat on a pew, we played Scrabble. His piano teacher didn't know the game so she asked a little while Joseph and I were playing. I gave her the How to Play booklet so she could understand the game more. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La dee dah. Joseph won. His piano teacher won (she asked us if we wanted avocado, and we refused. So, she got more. :P) I lost. &lt;strong&gt;TWICE. &lt;/strong&gt;We played Scrabble once, but why twice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game, as I went home, I put my &lt;strong&gt;father's&lt;/strong&gt; gold and something Pierre Cardin watch in my bag. I was pretty sure I placed it in my bag. Then, I went home while practicing and talking to myself the things we learned for that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward. Hey, I'm home! I unpacked my bag, and guess what was missing. :) Oh, right. Yup. &lt;strong&gt;Dad's Pierre Cardin&lt;/strong&gt;. Good thing my parents didn't get mad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-114813906831073119?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/114813906831073119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=114813906831073119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/114813906831073119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/114813906831073119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/05/kl-101-part-2.html' title='KL 101 part 2!'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/hangul/th_2f5b710b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-114788793499436163</id><published>2006-05-18T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T11:07:29.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oatmeal and the Bible</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3593/734/1600/picture%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We need it, don't we? Ah. Sure you do. Sure you like it too. Don't deny. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, I'm writing this food post because I saw the picture of the breakfast food I ate last Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What's so special about oatmeal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3593/734/400/picture%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yup, that's oatmeal. Watery oatmeal. Hey, I didn't mean to gross you out or anything. Are you grossed out? No? Oh jeez. My plan backfired. X_x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;People need food to live. I need food. You need food. People also need the Words of God in order to live a good life. Without them, our spiritual selves will have no guide. We might be controled by Satan without knowing it. Knowing God's Scriptures will help us become better people, and together, we can live harmonious lives with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3593/734/400/bible.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hm. Okay, I think I'm really drained. G'night. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-114788793499436163?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/114788793499436163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=114788793499436163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/114788793499436163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/114788793499436163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/05/oatmeal-and-bible.html' title='Oatmeal and the Bible'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-114788034852854241</id><published>2006-05-17T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T11:17:35.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3593/734/1600/blah.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3593/734/400/blah.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Sunday was Mother's Day. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Have you greeted your Mom during this special day of hers? I have greeted mine. I also gave her a gift. An inspirational book for Mothers. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, to start things off, when it was about 11:30 last Saturday, my Sister called me. I didn't know why, but I came. She said, "Tong-its tayo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"Kasama si Mommy," was my reply. "Oo," was the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So we played for roughly an hour. We gambled chips. Not real money. Oh, what a bummer. At least I won twice or thrice. :P While we were playing I gave her my gift and I greeted her and hugged her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So much for the first moments of Mother's Day. :) We slept, to become ready for our trip to Obando, my father's hometown. We ate lunch there. I ate pancit, lechon, lumpiang ubod, fruit salad, that thingy, and kare-kare. Hehe. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My dad let me have a little drink called San Mig Light. I sipped once, twice, thrice. My mom looked at my dad accusingly. Ah well. So much for beer. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;NOTE: Kids, don't drink beer. It's bad for you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We went home, just in time, with a few minutes to spare, to go to my choir practice. I would be playing the organ later on that day, with a couple of guitarists, you know? Practice, practice, practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;5 P.M. I was shocked. Why? First, my parents came to hear mass (and I'm sure they went to hear me play too. X_x) And second, our priest presider was the our parish priest. He is &lt;strong&gt;kinda good&lt;/strong&gt; at criticism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;FLASHBACK: 6 P.M. Our mass has just ended. My choir went to the front of the church to make 'mano' to the priest. After doing so, he said, "Bakit ganyan ang kanta ninyo? Para kayong mga tikoy!" Hm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Welcome back to reality. :) Now, I played the organ for almost every song in the mass, except the recessional song, with less than 10 mistakes. *evil laugh* Hey, that was my greatest achievement in all of the masses I've played in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Before the mass ended, the priest called all mothers in front, and we prayed for them, with hands raised. The priest then had a raffle draw for all the mothers. Too bad my mom didn't register herself in the registration form near the main aisle. My parents came in through the side doors, so they didn't know that moms should register. :P My mom didn't win anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After mass, we did the usual 'mano' ritual, and braced for the criticism. The priest said, "Ang ganda ng tugtog ninyo ngayon a! Dapat pala laging may bagyo," while looking at the guitarist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After my triumph, I went home. My mom told me to go play Tong-its with her and my dad. So, we played. When it was about 7:30, we went out to fetch my sister from the church. 6:30 P.M. is when her choir sings for the mass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My Mom, Dad, Ate, Kuya, and I were in the car. We were heading to SM North EDSA. Dinnertime! Yay! :) We decided to eat in Shakeys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We went in at about 8:00 P.M., and came out at about 10:00 P.M. Hey, my parents had a heart-to-heart talk with Kuya (&lt;strong&gt;which is rare&lt;/strong&gt;!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then, we came home. Home, at last, after a tiring day outside. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-114788034852854241?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/114788034852854241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=114788034852854241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/114788034852854241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/114788034852854241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/05/belated-happy-mothers-day.html' title='Belated Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-114779058140078631</id><published>2006-05-16T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T11:16:24.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pardonnez-moi, monseurs et mademoiselles. Je te demande!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry guys. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This week has been a very busy week for me. Last week too. I'll try to make it up to ya when I'm not really busy. Sorry, and seeya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-114779058140078631?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/114779058140078631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=114779058140078631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/114779058140078631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/114779058140078631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/05/pardonnez-moi-monseurs-et.html' title='Pardonnez-moi, monseurs et mademoiselles. Je te demande!'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-114750650525186426</id><published>2006-05-13T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T11:11:49.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My greatest acievement. Yet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3593/734/1600/picture%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh yeah, uh huh [jiggy!] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hey, what are you laughing about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just finished doing my artwork #3! Hehe. Whatever. :P Look at my profile pic. :P That was inspired by Ate Kamae and Kuya Micael's profile pictures. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hrm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uh. [Sorry, ran out of words to say, or type, rather.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you'd ask me how'd my piano lesson go, I'd say it was all right. My teacher left for a meeting, and I was left in her home with a few housemates of hers. I played loads of songs for a &lt;strong&gt;couple of hours&lt;/strong&gt; on her piano. Yup, the regular piano with keys that you have to strike for it to play loud. Why? I had to wait for my parents to come fetch me. I didn't know the way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I guess they took their time shopping for groceries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So, my hands and arms hurt after I played the piano for about 2.5 straight hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hm. This is me before the lesson:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/bleh022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't I cute? LOL. Okay. So I like my hair when it's wet. :P Hah. Again, that was taken before my piano lesson.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is me after the piano lesson: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/bleh026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey, my arms hurt, remember? Why'd you think I'd look that way?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-114750650525186426?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/114750650525186426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=114750650525186426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/114750650525186426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/114750650525186426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-greatest-acievement-yet.html' title='My greatest acievement. Yet.'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/th_bleh022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-114744541873021211</id><published>2006-05-12T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T11:10:28.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplation about life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My day wasn't too bad, was it? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3593/734/400/untitled.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hey, I learned the results of the Accreditation Test in Philippine Science High School's main campus. Guess what happened. :) :D ;) ;D &lt;strong&gt;I didn't make it&lt;/strong&gt;. Ehehe. My classmate didn't, either. Hey, it wasn't my fault that I didn't get to study all those that were included in the exam! Based on the test, I've discovered that our class had missed so much. As in, &lt;strong&gt;so much&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then, we had a blackout. I guess it took about an hour or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After that, my left arm got so tired because of playing so many chords and hurt everytime I played another one. I had to, or else, the songs I was playing wouldn't come out right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So much for the bad news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I learned some new tips about writing Hangul and speaking Korean from my classmate. :) He also taught me some new words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm gonna have piano lessons [yet again!] It'll start tomorrow, at 8:30 A.M. till 9:30 A.M. [jeez, how earlier could it be?] The price per session is n pesos. Solve for n: 27n - 175 = 10,975.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I got to eat some more fastfood foods again. Hehe. LOL!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-114744541873021211?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/114744541873021211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=114744541873021211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/114744541873021211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/114744541873021211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/05/contemplation-about-life.html' title='Contemplation about life.'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-114727791556635294</id><published>2006-05-10T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T11:09:12.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>annyong ha--uh... er... I forgot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today's activities were pretty tiring.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; There were the Bible Lesson and the Korean Lessons. Why, you may ask? Would you not be tired after studying the Hangul for 2 straight hours, and an hour and a half for Bible Lesson without breaks? Would you not be tired after sitting on the [comfy] floor cross-legged? Huh, huh, huh? HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, So, today, I learned the basics of Hangul. Writing and pronouncing vowels and consonants. Look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3593/734/320/bleh%20031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we studied consonants + vowels amd how to pronounce them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3593/734/320/bleh%20032.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, they may seem hard, but when you get the hang of it, hey, poof! You got it! You just need a dictionary for the meanings of words though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was the Bible Lesson. We read Joshua 10:12-14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The teacher interpreted that, and, hey! His interpretation made sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So... After a few hours, I came home just in time to watch Pokemon! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Joshua 10:12&lt;br /&gt;Then spake Joshua to the LORD in the day when the LORD delivered up the Amorites before the children of Israel, and he said in the sight of Israel, Sun, stand thou still upon Gibeon; and thou, Moon, in the valley of Ajalon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="13"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/tsk_b/Jos/10/13.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/c.pl?book=Jos&amp;chapter=10&amp;amp;verse=13&amp;version=kjv"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/popup.pl?book=Jos&amp;amp;chapter=10&amp;verse=13&amp;amp;version=kjv"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/versions.pl?book=Jos&amp;chapter=10&amp;amp;verse=13&amp;version=kjv"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/d.pl?book=Jos&amp;amp;chapter=10&amp;verse=13&amp;amp;version=kjv"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Joshua 10:13&lt;br /&gt;And the sun stood still, and the moon stayed, until the people had avenged themselves upon their enemies. [Is] not this written in the book of Jasher? So the sun stood still in the midst of heaven, and hasted not to go down about a whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="14"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/tsk_b/Jos/10/14.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/c.pl?book=Jos&amp;chapter=10&amp;amp;verse=14&amp;version=kjv"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/popup.pl?book=Jos&amp;amp;chapter=10&amp;verse=14&amp;amp;version=kjv"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/images.pl?book=Jos&amp;chapter=10&amp;amp;verse=14&amp;version=kjv"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/versions.pl?book=Jos&amp;amp;chapter=10&amp;verse=14&amp;amp;version=kjv"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/cgi-bin/d.pl?book=Jos&amp;chapter=10&amp;amp;verse=14&amp;amp;version=kjv"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Joshua 10:14&lt;br /&gt;And there was no day like that before it or after it, that the LORD hearkened unto the voice of a man: for the LORD fought for Israel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-114727791556635294?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/114727791556635294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=114727791556635294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/114727791556635294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/114727791556635294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/05/annyong-ha-uh-er-i-forgot.html' title='annyong ha--uh... er... I forgot.'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-114706113554053904</id><published>2006-05-08T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T11:03:57.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Our shopping trip!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A sultry Saturday May 6, 2006 was.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom, Sister and I brought my Dad to the Manila Polo Club in Forbes Park for a meeting. While we were driving through Forbes Park, I was awestruck by the houses planted there. Hey, they're big and lavish! The buildings there're so cool, I bet they're all air conditioned [ I wish every room in our home were air conditioned too. Okay, back to reality.] Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went joyriding. Well, we were lost! LOL! There were no road signs leading us to our destination:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tiendesitas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey, the place is cool! One would see lots of tiendesitas, which means little stores, arranged by category. One would also see large benches, green surroundings, colorful ceiling decorations, and last but not the least, water-spraying wall fans! Hehe. Yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The water-spraying fans are so cool! Like, so COOL [Haha, Pokefans, remember James?]! :P Literally, and the opposite of literally [I forgot O.o. Illiterally, maybe?]. Well, I'll leave the judgment to you if you find them cool. Heh. You will, right? Or else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, after that, we went to MC Home Depot and ordered a couple of blinds, then, we went onward to SM Megamall, then, to the Podium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I was playing Pokemon Emerald most of the time. :P I didn't get to buy anything. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-114706113554053904?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/114706113554053904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=114706113554053904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/114706113554053904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/114706113554053904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/05/our-shopping-trip.html' title='&quot;Our shopping trip!&quot;'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-114676436673784876</id><published>2006-05-04T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T11:02:58.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haaaaaaaaappy *cough* *cough* birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 1 is Philippine Labor Day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is also a day to remember. :P Why? May 1's my birth day! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know I've made a late post, but, who cares? :P You do? Eh? [nerd fight!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I guess I'll tell you about my day last Monday. Here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Another hot, sunny day May 1, 2006 was. Bet? I woke up at about 8 A.M., after having slept for about 6 hours. Guess what I was doing up that late. :P No, I wasn't doing anything naughty. LOL! Okay, back to the topic. After waking up, I went chatting in Yahoo! Messenger, and was trying to see who'd greet me. :P One or a couple of people did. &lt;strong&gt;What about you? &lt;/strong&gt;[hint, hint!] Then, my parents and our househelp cooked food, etc. while I was lazing around [hehe, it was my birthday, and anybody can do whatever he/she wants, can't they?!].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We went to Cherry Foodarama to buy some groceries and stuff for making the food to be served later on. We then came home, then I went to choir practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After a few hours, I invited my choirmates and some of my churchmates to our home, [hey, I was gonna invite you over!] then we ate spaghetti, and the usual party foods that you know. &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Ate.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ate.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ate. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ate.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Ate.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ate, and ate some more.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After that, we went upstairs and had some fun: some played billiards; some, jackstones; one did the guitar; a couple or more just texted. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I guess they all had fun. :) They went home at about 7 P.M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I still had my relatives to attend to. Well, okay, I just left them, chatting with each other. I played some Yu-Gi-Oh! with my cousin, until about 11:30 P.M., then, I watched T.V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, that's all. You can send me your gifts anytime you want [I prefer cash.], just tell me, and we'll negotiate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-114676436673784876?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/114676436673784876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=114676436673784876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/114676436673784876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/114676436673784876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/05/haaaaaaaaappy-cough-cough-birthday.html' title='Haaaaaaaaappy *cough* *cough* birthday!'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26642548.post-114668119549746392</id><published>2006-05-04T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T11:02:21.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-in-car-na-tion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greetings, Earthling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today is May 4th, 2006, exactly 2:19 A.M. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I've got good news for you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh, all right. I present to you, Pampatalinong Tinapay [insert fanfare here!] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;If it weren't for Ron and his mini-picture-thing-that-you-click-on-to-visit-my-blog, my blog wouldn't have resurrected from the dumps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And oh, by the way, thanks to Ate Kamae for bringing out the art critic in her to help me pick just the right layout. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26642548-114668119549746392?l=pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/feeds/114668119549746392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26642548&amp;postID=114668119549746392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/114668119549746392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26642548/posts/default/114668119549746392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampatalinongtinapay.blogspot.com/2006/05/re-in-car-na-tion.html' title='Re-in-car-na-tion'/><author><name>anjo-san</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06226381151039770076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/chromatics918/meself/jojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
