<?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-5910753173145678506</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:35:40.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Contract</title><subtitle type='html'>I woke up one morning and saw the sun shining brightly at me. See? This is life. I must learn to move on, take the risk and be happy. I turned back and saw the dark past..."Hey, Its miserable in here, do you want to come with me?" &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;would i dare go back?&lt;br&gt;
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Most of us realize that we love someone just because she/he's already gone...
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that's wrong..&lt;br&gt;
do learn from mistakes...
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admirers &amp; fans.. don't think this is for u.. &lt;br&gt; haha =)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-630497048711848911</id><published>2008-02-03T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T18:45:49.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Thea Marie Santos Pias Means&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out.Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia.Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you.At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are influential and persuasive. You tend to have a lot of power over people.Generally, you use your powers for good. You excel at solving other people's problems.Occasionally, you do get a little selfish and persuade people to do things that are only in your interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5910753173145678506-630497048711848911?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/630497048711848911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=630497048711848911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/630497048711848911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/630497048711848911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-thea-marie-santos-pias-means-you.html' title=''/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-4226155450267029742</id><published>2008-02-02T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T18:25:32.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A yearbook to forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A Yearbook to Forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been always proud of my High school year book. Seeing the name of my school makes me smile and remember how bravely I fought with my terror teachers and deadly subjects of our curriculum and still remain cute and cheerful. Seeing these as my achievements, I never thought UP could be as hard as my high school days. The long 12 hours of school became 6 hours minus my 2 hours vacant. The setting may be greener and bigger than Taft but as I walk at the streets of UP Diliman I’m that I would be able to cross paths with at least 3 Mascians and say “Kami kami parin naman ang nandito.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I do have a lot of guts to tell you that we have at least 100 Mascians per year level so that makes 400-500+ in UP Diliman alone. So it’s not a shock to see a Mascian walking along Acad Oval or AS. But there’s a slight difference between alumni and present Mascians, “We’re all friends here.” What does that mean? Even if you’ve never been classmates or even batch mates as long as you’re a Mascian, you’ll smile or even greet one another. So kahit na hindi kayo magkakilala basta alam mong Mascian kayo pareho eh magbabatian kayo. That is one the things I’m proud of. Mascians can never be strangers to one another. It’s quite obvious to understand why. (It’s because we have a huge school in Taft) How can we not memorize each others faces? Haha ^___^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now back to our yearbook. I’ve met new friends in UP and soon realized they’re from our so called “rival” schools back in high school. When I hear Pisay say, “we are their rival”, I feel flattered but when it comes to other sci. hs, I feel quite annoyed. Gwahaha. Joke! But still they became my friends not knowing they’re from this school and that and saw that we do have a lot in common. We are all tired of studying and we want to feel what College is all about. They skip classes, they party and they also hang out. Not different from us, right? Actually I find most of them crazier than us. I can’t skip all my classes in one day unlike them but I’m learning, hehe. All I’m saying is that UP made my world bigger and changed most of my perspective in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last week, I saw the year book of my friend who was from a Sci H.S. I was amazed because their year book was hard bound and all the pages were glossy. There were only 2 students per page and each of them has 2 pictures, a grad picture and a creative picture plus a write up describing the student. I found out that my friend made most of the write up of his batch mates. “He’s the writer of the batch.” Another friend told me. I remembered Allan when I heard that. Hehe, I told myself, if our school agreed in having another year book as what our batch proposed before, may be there’s a possibility that our year book is better than my friend’s year book. Yah, that’s jealousy. Anyway, I promised him that I’ll show my H.S. year book but after seeing his book, I changed my mind. Haha.. =)&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/5910753173145678506-4226155450267029742?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/4226155450267029742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=4226155450267029742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/4226155450267029742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/4226155450267029742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2008/02/yearbook-to-forget.html' title='A yearbook to forget'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-1752157541862825216</id><published>2008-01-05T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T20:19:57.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life goals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My life goals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I never like resolutions because they are really not effective.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever made ALL of your assignments on time?&lt;br /&gt;Do you always spend your money wisely?&lt;br /&gt;Can you lessen your dates from once a week to once a month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s impossible to promise to stop doing the things you love to do. I happen to graduate from all sorts of promises and believe me it’s a heartbreaker. I remember a friend back in high school whose new year’s resolution is to stop having a crush his entire h.s. life (we were freshmen back then) but after a month he started hanging out with a girl who had a crush on him and had a girl friend the same year. If you think you are the “friend” I was talking about, don’t worry, there were many of you whom I heard that promise before and broke it.&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying, I have no resolutions and short term goals but I decided to post my long term goals for the sake of my mom.&lt;br /&gt;It happened one day when my mom was sewing khatie’s shirt (or blouse) when she started asking me about marriage. Woah! I know what you’re thinking and it’s a big word for a little girl like me, right? Well its like this, we were talking about my little brother who wants to be a pilot someday and since I’m her big sister, I’m responsible to make his dreams come true. I’m not complaining about it. So here it goes, I assured my mom that I’ll send my brother to college  and she doesn’t need to worry about me getting married because I won’t think about that till I reach 35. She was shocked and told me that it is not advisable to marry at that age except for doctors. I made the excuse of “Daddy and Mamang (grandma) told me to marry at that age” excuse but she said they were just exaggerating because I was still young but now it quite different. I’m in college and my cousins were married right after they graduated from college. In short, my mom advised me to set my priorities as early as now and to at least think about getting married by the age of 25-28. (That’s about 7-10 years from now) She is not pushing me to think about that now but to prepare myself in that situation since I promised to take care of my little brother in the future. She is really worried about us because my older cousins married early and now give little attention to my younger cousins who are still not finished studying. I comforted her and swore that I will take care of my brother and I will set my priorities as early as now so that I would not forget anything.&lt;br /&gt;This is my 10 year goal though some were already done but if you analyze it more carefully you can see a clear view of my plans in the future. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not being futuristic/materialistic here; these are the things a want to obtain now to have a brighter and happier future for me and for my family.&lt;br /&gt;This is in no particular order. I’ll also state my reasons.&lt;br /&gt;To have a Jansport bag in college&lt;br /&gt;To have a laptop&lt;br /&gt;To have a Polaroid camera&lt;br /&gt;To receive a diploma after 3-4 years&lt;br /&gt;To have a car&lt;br /&gt;To pass the bar exam and be in a law firm&lt;br /&gt;To have my own condo&lt;br /&gt;To go on a road trip with my friends and travel abroad alone.&lt;br /&gt;To be courted and be serenaded in front of the house just like in the province. (dreamy ,right?)&lt;br /&gt;To be married to the man of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where’s the family there? They’re included in my first 8. Let me explain. Just last week my younger brother gave me the bag of my dreams. It was a dream come true since I haven’t owned a Jansport bag ever and I really feel sad every time I see a Jansport bag especially in grade school because my parents won’t let me buy for the reason that it might get stolen in school. I really felt happy when my lil bro saved enough money just to buy me one. He showed me that it is possible to save. I will treasure my bag forever because my bother sacrificed his lunch money just for me. It’s a reminder of how much he loves me with that simple act. I already have a laptop but this signifies my seriousness in my academics. I swear I will finish on time or earlier without any distractions. I do want a professional camera. It signifies my love for art. I want to graduate with a balanced life of academics and fun too! My diploma will be a proof of my hard work and dedication by concentrating in my studies. My mom gave her car to me just last month but I do want my own car, a car from my own money. This will signify that I have reached my dream because of studying hard. Passing the bar and being in a law firm will be the peak of my career. Reaching that stage will be the happiest moment of my academic life. I already have my own condo but I placed it here because apart from the condo I want to give my lil brother his own house and a vacation house for my parents too. Then after everything has been settled I would like to experience how it feels like to be an independent woman. After 1-2 years it would be the time of thinking of settling down. I would be 27-28 by that time. I based it in the novel “I Walk to Remember” and reflected about time. All this may look like corny and mushy at first but in the long run, these things may be significant. Time is too short, I rather spend every minute of it for the future and for my family. At least, I’m sure that I spent my time wisely and I won’t regret anything in my life. I did not indicate my plans after 10 years because it’s really hard to imagine about career, family and stuff at this age. Next time nalang.. After 20 years siguro..bye!!&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/5910753173145678506-1752157541862825216?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/1752157541862825216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=1752157541862825216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/1752157541862825216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/1752157541862825216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2008/01/life-goals.html' title='life goals'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-1757693848154559513</id><published>2007-11-09T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T01:00:04.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Heart Sleeps...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“She’s there. She has never left that old cushion since she came here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 months has gone by but for her, those months were like years making her feel weak and vulnerable to another blow. He left her. He left her once but this time she feels that he’ll be gone for a long time or probably never come back at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears flow through her eyes as she reminisces all the good times they had together. The old letters are scattered on the ground while their photos are laid on the table. Pain. Nothing could describe the hurt that she is feeling right now. No words could fit the emptiness in her soul. Nothing is left, aside from the pieces of memories surrounding her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories of him, they are the pieces of her puzzle. But even how hard she try to finish the picture, there was always a part missing. Something was always missing…. or someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she had a vacation. She thought this could help remove the pain. A long rest could help her forget. And it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never felt so empty before. No pain, no tears and even hatred vanished. All was left was her and her empty heart. This is what it feels not to love. You won’t feel anything but stillness. There are no worries, there are no cries just silence. You can walk along the beach and take pictures all your heart’s desire, you could even dream of parties, malls and friends while resting under the shade of a tree. You need not worry about anything. All you can do is relax and think of the next thing you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on for days until she reached this hotel. It was a lot peaceful at Beach Peak Hotel than in any other hotel on the island. She got room 113, the place that has the prettiest view of the beach. Awestruck, she went to the veranda and was amazed by the light and art created by God. It was love at first sight and it was with nature. But what caught her attention was the old Spanish styled chair made of mahogany with the use of some maple on its back. It looked soft and inviting to her eyes. The cool hue of the cushion plus the soft pillows laid on its arms felt relaxing that she even felt asleep right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She’s there. She has never left that old cushion since she came here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet she didn’t change a bit. Her face still speak of a thousand cries and her stare is still cold as ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her soul yearns for a heart that cares; a prince who could promise eternity in his arms; a man who is willing to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You could forget everything about me but for me to do the same? It’s worse than death.” She whispers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she still believes all is just fantasy. Thus she sobers. Her heart was left in the coldness and stillness of the ocean. The high moon is now covered with thick clouds.&lt;br /&gt;Darkness covers her face.&lt;br /&gt;She slumbers.&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/5910753173145678506-1757693848154559513?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/1757693848154559513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=1757693848154559513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/1757693848154559513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/1757693848154559513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/11/her-heart-sleeps.html' title='Her Heart Sleeps...'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-4647031162950044463</id><published>2007-11-04T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T23:29:14.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma, You’re Safe Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After the Glorietta incident, my grandma was shaken.&lt;br /&gt;In a place like Hawaii, most Filipinos have no more plans of returning to their native land. Of course, my grandma is an exception. She still visits us once in every 2-3 years. She is a brave woman and that is why I’m proud of her. At the age of 78, she still works at the airport as a baggage lady. And since she already has the senior citizen card, she can no longer find any high paying job suited for her. Then you ask me, why does she still work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is really funny but every time I go to our province, I often ask my parents why there are no malls, shops or even Jollibee in our place. You know why? It’s because folks there don’t know how to invest.&lt;br /&gt;So what happens to their money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Itinatali, kinukumutan at tinatago sa medyas sabay pasok sa sapatos.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yep, that is what my dad told me. Ilocanoes are quite a laugh even if I’m an Ilocano too. It is very fascinating to see and experience their simple lifestyle. They walk instead of buying a car. Scooters and bikes are more popular than cars, jeeps and even tricycles. Tractors are not that popular in their fields as well, yet when you ask them where their relatives are; they are probably in Hawaii or London working as nurses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As I was saying, my grandma doesn’t need to save or buy anything. She doesn’t need to work at all knowing that she already saved a lot in the past and has her pension. She lives in a big house, probably a mansion, with my aunt and cousins. But because of the hard times she experienced in the past, she doesn’t want to give herself a break. She works to save- She saves money for my cousins who grew tired of studying and others that I never met before. She still works for her children. Now that is really disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was sitting on my dad’s old wooden chair, my attention was caught by the stairs of my grand parents’ house, imagining my dad and his other siblings playing tag inside the house. It might have been a small house in the past. With 5 rooms for a 6 member family plus their grandparents, aunts and uncles, it feels so big now. One of my dad’s brothers now lives there with his wife and son. Ate Karen, one of his daughters, now lives in U.K. with her husband and two kids while Ate Princess, an accountant and also their daughter, stays in Manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s pretty quiet now. The medals of my cousins, my uncles and my dad are rusty but they still sway by the stairs to remind us the happy and proud days of our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh how I wish my grandma decides to go home. I don’t want her to feel her age in another country. I want her home while she is still strong so that I could show her how safe our country really is. That she doesn’t need to tie her money every time she visits here and persuade her that banks here are safe. "smiles"&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/5910753173145678506-4647031162950044463?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/4647031162950044463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=4647031162950044463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/4647031162950044463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/4647031162950044463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/11/grandma-youre-safe-here.html' title='Grandma, You’re Safe Here'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-1628379225186867039</id><published>2007-10-24T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T20:51:22.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biased?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“The strongest is never strong enough unless he turns right into might and obedience into duty”&lt;br /&gt;- Jean-Jacques Rousseau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing Politics of Heywood, I met this fine man who introduced me to the study of my major. I met other philosophers but he is the main reason why I’m confused if I would still forego in shifting to another course. The quote mentioned above really struck me. Why? It is the main reason why I want to be a lawyer. The message fits right, everything is right. Rousseau focused his study on General will. Let me cite you an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, a society were everyone does his part. There is participation in assemblies, meeting, elections, etc. With these activities, people meet, argue and decide for everyone. Thus, this builds a community where people act selflessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too idealistic, but I believe this is still possible. This is my reason why I like to finish this course. It is my objective to make changes in our government, our constitution, our STATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to conduct a survey regarding public trust on government, there is the high possibility that the data will show poor results for the administration. Before, I would blame everything to PGMA since that is what I always see in the newspapers but after reading my book, things changed. BIG CHANGES happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yawn” Politics. After this sem, I grew tired of this word. I didn’t imagine that by understanding this concept alone, I need to spend 4 years of my life reading and ruining my precious eyes just to embed the concept of Politics in my innocent mind. (uhm.. not so innocent anymore) I swear I’ll never wear my geeky glasses again! If ever that happens, I’ll stop reading again period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quote left me something, an idea that inspired me to continue political science even though subjects in this field require sweat and tears just to pass. Sen. Chiz Escudero, one of my favorite politicians, was not even a cum laude in our course but he still proved to us that he could be a great senator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my polsci professor said, “You are in UP not for the grades but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to learn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; politics. High grades are practically nothing compared to the education you are gaining."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5910753173145678506-1628379225186867039?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/1628379225186867039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=1628379225186867039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/1628379225186867039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/1628379225186867039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/10/biased.html' title='Biased?'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-4828341525095193092</id><published>2007-10-15T02:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T22:31:59.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update daw sbi ni kuya kaje.. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Polsci and papers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah, it's 2 in the morning and exactly 33 hours and 15 minutes from now would be my finals in political science. So what pushed me to do an entry today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t ask me, I don’t know!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughs;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2 nights ago, I told Jay V that I will visit him at UPM after my final exam in Polsci. I was praying that KJ would reply to my texts but unfortunately he did not. Not that I’m angry but I’m really looking forward to seeing my friends after a long and tiring sem at UPD. You might be wondering why I’m acting this way since KJ and I are in the same university. Yes and no. We are in the same place but we have different schedules so for those people who are saying “Magkasama naman kayo sa UP” Well, think again. Imagine the size! And if you ask my friends where I am, they might tell you that I’m attempting to jump from the 4th floor of AS bldg. just to understand how trigonometry could help me understand 444 pages of my political science book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason why I made this entry is because, again, of KJ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Teka, kung gusto mo malaman nangyayari sakin eh d kamustahin mo ako”&lt;br /&gt;A friend told me how I write differently in my blog and in my essays. After leaving Masci and entering to the realm of UP, I discovered how my teachers trained me to do explicit essays in college. I didn’t realize that my essays were ‘good’ already. I just didn’t see that possibility since I was behind the shadow of my classmates and friends who were better writers than me. Thanks to them I was exposed to their over flowing ideas and with the help of my highly technical polsci book and charming English teacher, I guess, I really learned something this 1st sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon seeing her face, I was quite nervous because I bent some of her rules in making my essay. But when she saw me, she started to smile and the smile turned to a laugh. Since my other classmates were still finishing their exams, she stopped and got my paper. I thought it was because I’ve got a lot of errors but as I saw it most of my errors were just about tenses and terms that I used in my paper. She said “You &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; don’t want to say that you wrote your story, huh?” (in tagalog, ha.. d lng pwede sabhn kc eng. class un..at bawal tlga.. haha)Yeah, yeah, you might be confused. I wrote an essay about myself but in the 3rd person. So if you read that essay you would not think that the author is the main character of the story not unless you really know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that, but the fact that my teacher appreciated my paper was enough for me to forget 3 sleepless nights and 4 cups of coffee at Bos. To think, she really read and understood my essay even after reading 40+ other essays of my classmates. Gosh! That’s really a teacher! But the sad part came; I left my drafts in a jeep when I went to Masci last Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since my friends see my blog as a way to update them in my daily routines, I won’t change my style. I’ll still use this as my calendar, checklist, greeting corners and stuff. I’ll leave my writing skills to my essays and papers instead. Not that I’m against to other blogs, I still believe in democracy so that means you could write whatever you want. As for me, I want to it be like this and that’s it! Haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, hindi ba abvious kuya kj na binasa ko entry mo? Last Thursday I even told Jay V this, “Pag ako naging desperado talaga, kokopyahin ko yang schedule ni kuya KJ para maging kakklase niya ako at pansinin niya ako ulit.” Jay V replied “Oo, miss mo lang yun, ako rin, tatadjakan ko na un” wait! I’m not sure kung un ung term na ginamit niya hehe.. pero in short, miss ka na namin.. hehehehe! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5910753173145678506-4828341525095193092?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/4828341525095193092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=4828341525095193092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/4828341525095193092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/4828341525095193092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/10/miss-ko-na-c-kuya-kj.html' title='update daw sbi ni kuya kaje.. =)'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-777750549954579770</id><published>2007-09-16T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T20:01:13.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>Ayan mag uupdate nako.. makulit kc si kj.. wish ko lng.. naguupdate din un dba? Haha.. Eniweiz miss ko na un… kaya d ako makapag reklamo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba ang mga issue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun..bumabawi na ako sa math17.. sana tuloy tuloy na un.. ang hirap pla pag may cinco ka na.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa Polsci 11.. aun.. cuatro… kaiyak.. hay.. ang hirap naman tlaga kasi.. hay nako.. bawi nlang nxt tym..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa span… 1.5 at exam… so ala namng problema, nakakatamad lang tlga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa PE.. natamaan ko naman coach ko so bale may -.5 na sa grade…so tumaas grade ko nun, dba? Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa Eng. Final paper naman ang katapat so ala pa ring problema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa kas, hndi natuloy ung field trip kya wlng plus grade.. so in short.. dedz ako..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa UPSA aun.. nahihirapan dahil pinagbabawalan nako ng tatay ko umatend pag sun… hay grabe tlga.. sna mkapagdrve nako para uwian nako.. ang hirap kc pag hndi… pag weekends dpt napipirmi lng ako sa bahay.. nakakaasar lng tlga minsan.. though aus din dahil nakakapagpahinga ako.. pero hndi pa rin eh.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa AP aun.. nsabi ko bang bumagsak ako? Hehe.. aus lng un.. ang dami ko naman kasing absent.. at kht magpasa ako eh kung hindi ko naman sila kilala eh wala rin.. aun.. tho.. sabi nina ate mas madali na pumasok nxt sem dhl nandun na mum at dadi ko eh… feeling ko talaga d ako tatagal.. haha.. UPSA palang nga nahihirapan nako dadagdagan ko pa.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailngan tlagang pumasa ako this sem at para naman makaattend na ako ng mga reh naming at mbawasan ung mga absent ko.. nahihiya na kasi ako sa choirmaster at members dahil mga cs at us sila… haiz.. bkit ba ang hirap makapagadjust? Ganito rin ako noong 1st yr sa masci.. 85 sa math.. haha…. ^________^ good luck naman sa akin…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe.. andami ko nang nami2ss… sana magparamdam na ung mga taong iyon.. hugz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5910753173145678506-777750549954579770?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/777750549954579770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=777750549954579770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/777750549954579770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/777750549954579770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/09/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-782523867831853573</id><published>2007-08-11T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T16:57:22.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPSA and APSM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dreams Do Come True!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alleluia!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank God!!&lt;br /&gt;I passed the UPSA applicant's examination!!&lt;br /&gt;whew!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank Lord!! Thank Everyone... ^_________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Tuesday. I was sooooooooo nervous that I came to school only around 1pm because I didn't attend my pe class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh please Lord..... Let me pass the test... please.. I'll do anything..”&lt;br /&gt;That was all I can say in my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more? It was also Exile night in APSM, my acad org.&lt;br /&gt;I was silent, waiting for my turn in the talents show. (In my gladiator costume... hehehe....)&lt;br /&gt;I was quite confident because I have my cd with me and they told me I was really cute in my costume!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.... it came.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The laptop could not read the cd.. “why oh why??!!”&lt;br /&gt;There.. but still... I made it!! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;I was not eliminated!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my performance, I rushed to my fone and saw the message.&lt;br /&gt;“OMG!! I passed UPSA!!”&lt;br /&gt;I'm a trainee.. I can't believe it but I passed both orgs.....&lt;br /&gt;^_________________^&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to kuya Ron, Ate Roxanne and Kuya Carlo!! we ranked the best quartet!!&lt;br /&gt;(They were really great teachers!! I really owe them a lot!!)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.. thank you!!&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to Iric, Ralph, Ron, Lou, Cam and other passers!!&lt;br /&gt;Congratz Cam dae!! Top 1 of the applicants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride day is on Monday (APSM)&lt;br /&gt;We are going to perform in front of non-APSMers&lt;br /&gt;watch out for our show!! hehehe.. ^__________^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5910753173145678506-782523867831853573?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/782523867831853573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=782523867831853573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/782523867831853573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/782523867831853573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/08/upsa-and-apsm.html' title='UPSA and APSM'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-6462416043405505488</id><published>2007-08-01T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T23:07:57.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How's life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Too bad, I haven't written any 'worth reading' stuff about my life for the past few weeks... Its such that...time goes fast...too fast. Until now, I haven't gotten around my schedule. But I realized that my sched was more hectic in Masci..than in up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Damn! It's sooo hard to adjust to a 'normal' sched.....hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, I manage to go home because we don't have any rehearals for UPSA (thanks to ASEAN!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kamusta nga ba ako??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;School?!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;My schedule:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;M-Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kas1- (Masci classmates: Gerard and Allan) the rest are Sci. high students..MOST of them actually..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-I got 3 for my 1st long test. Too bad.... though I was not furious about that grade for I didn't study anyway..&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Polsci11-(Masci classmates: Larra, Katz and Larraine) Like any other Polsci class... BORING! haha.. well.. we started discussing how students are trained poorly nowadays.. but the good part is that its not our fault but the teachers.. hehehe... He also told us about his past girlfriends, teaching us to set standards and stuff. The discussion was not that bad, I guess. At least I learned to be more picky about guys.. hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Polsci is where I met heywood and I was surprised that we need to have a date with him every night!!! God! I don't find him interesting at all! hehe.. (He's our polsci book.. haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Math17- (Masci classmates: Larra, Katz and Larraine) Another day, another lesson.. I didn't understand a thing!!(Prof, Thank God you're cute.. It's the reason why most of my classmates are still attending.. laughs)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Span10(Masci classmates: none) most of them are upperclassmen. My prof is so pretty!!! soo pretty!! She really teaches us and my scores are not that bad compared to my math test.. wahaha...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;T-F&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PE Tennis-(Masci classmates: Katz and Ashley) My favorite subject!!!! Our coach totally rockz!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Math17- again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Eng1- (Masci classmates: Katz, Gerard, Ray, Lean, Diana and Elton) My 2nd favorite subject!! I soo love the teacher! She's my inspiration!! wahaha!! She really likes my appreciation for children's books. She said that great novels can be found in the children's section ^__^&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;That's my acad life!! ^_______^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;Org life?!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;APSM- My acad org!! I'm the only freshie apprentice left!! how cool is that? But I really wished that the other freshies didn't defer.. It's very lonely and I have a hard time coping with their ( upperclassmen) topics... Like, I haven't finished my date with Heywood yet!! haha!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tennis UP- A very cool org!! The mems are very friendly and helpful. But I fell during the warm-up today! huhuhu.. you'll see my big bruise!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;UPSA- OMG!! The applicant's test is fast approaching as in FAST!! Aug 5.. Kuya Ron plz help me!! hahaha!!!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;Social Life?!?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's cool.. I love my roomy. tetz.. my forever soulmate katz.. my everyday classmates Larra, gerard.. ate larrs... my new found friends in UPSA, tennis UP and APSM, new classmates and blockmates and my old slash new classmates from CSA-Makati.. Life is cool... and fun!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ehem.. + exciting!! woohoo!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lovelife?!?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The same as always.. forever complacent!! haha... poor me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;no comment about that.. My prince charming is SLEEPING somewhere coz he doesn't HAVE TIME for me.. ehem ehem..cough.. cough..hehehe.. but he's out there...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vain life?!?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not that vain anymore. They say I look sexier.. (that's me!!) but its because I play tennis 3-4 times a week but the great consequence about that is that I'm Dark!! really DARK! that's the best description for me.. "I look like Pcahontas." Yikes!! because of the chinky eyes + morena look!! eeeeeeewwwwww I never wished to be pocahontas!! Also, I have long hair!! that's why I love to do a ponytail or pigtails because it's really hot in UP!! (trees there are not that helpful.. sheesh.. thanks for nothing..)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;Welcome to my UP LIFE!! ^_____^&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I still have 8 hrs of sleep unlike some people.. (who could HE be?)ehem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Please pray for me, ralph, kj, ron, lousanne, camz, ph and iric (though I'm sure Iric already passed the exam) haha... hope all of us would pass the UPSA exam!! God speed!! ^______^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hugz!&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/5910753173145678506-6462416043405505488?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/6462416043405505488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=6462416043405505488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/6462416043405505488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/6462416043405505488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/08/upsa.html' title='UPSA'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-7219111466597691813</id><published>2007-07-28T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T20:26:11.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apsm!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update!&lt;/strong&gt; apsm rockz!! ^_______^&lt;br /&gt;Gawd! I finished that sweet notes stuff for APSM. What an org! I didn’t want to join this org but when kuya Jerome talked to me yesterday, my heart changed. I want to be an APSMER! I want to make a change. I want to make it big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I mean by big? Apsm is not the org. that you’ll go if you want to be famous. You won’t need a badge to prove your one of them. You just need to have a heart and that’s it. They all have big hearts. That is what I’m looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the last freshie in our batch of applicants, I intended to give up. I thought that I wouldn’t make it. Who would give a damn about sheets anyways? I don’t need extra homework in my life, thank you. But I soon realized that it was not about those essays, letters and marketing strategies. They’re teaching us something. something that we need in order to survive UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike my co-applicants, I haven’t finished reading Heywood (the bible of Polsci majors) and it has been hard for me to cope in their conservations. But hey, this is a great exposure for my majors ahead! They have been good to me and I really like the members of this org.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m scared of failing the application process. I’m scared because I know in my heart UPSA is my love. I’m not good in budgeting my time but I’m still striving hard to make all ends meet. I still believe that I can do all these things at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Everything is possible when you believe!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free writing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Argh! No cellophane paper!!? How can I finish my sweet notes without cellophane paper?! Hell! Arghh!! Thank God I don’t have any tests on Mon. I’ll just do my sigsheet and sweet notes tom. Speaking of tests math17!! Long test on Aug 8.. I need to act fast! I need to study math.. but I hate math!! Some one please help me!! Huhuhuhu….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why can’t I keep him out of my head!? He’s history!! Arghh!! What did I eat today to remember him? I thought UPd is the present and masci the past. Thea!!!! Please take a break will you?! Make up your mind!!! Arghhh!! You have a new life now… do your escape tactics like keeping yourself busy by doing and joining stuffs until you won’t have time thinking of other things! He also has a new life now, he’s far away, he already stopped so do the same, don’t look back… just think of math17.. Maybe the reason of this is because you are not here, you’re busy… why are you soo busy!! Why don’t you have time?!! I Hate you so much!!!! coz he’s here, he’s the one I often see…. So please stop that crap now.. learn to adjust… keep your promises….stay…like what you said before.. I don’t want this crazy things in my head.. thanks to a good friend of mine, these ideas flared into my mind in our eng.1 thank God our prof. didn’t take this paper!! I was exploding like hell! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a novel, I need a book!! I hate book 7. I wished harry would die but nooooooooooo, he reincarnated or whatever!! Harry-Ginny?! What a mess!!! I’m so disappointed and I do hope those fan-fic writers out there could make a better ending than book 7…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eng1 is the best course ever, freewriting the best lesson! Haha..&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/5910753173145678506-7219111466597691813?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/7219111466597691813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=7219111466597691813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/7219111466597691813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/7219111466597691813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/07/apsm.html' title='apsm!'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-2983971928477156277</id><published>2007-06-16T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:06:06.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;coLeJ lYf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! SA WAKAS! Natapos na ang linggong iTo! HinDi naMaN sA nakaKaiNip nguNit talAgang NakakaPagod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tama nGa anG mga SaBi sabI, sa UP D. lIbre ang gYm,,&lt;br /&gt;dahil forever kang naglalakad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tawa nAman kaU! ^___^&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit bago ang lahat ay ano ba ang ginawa ko bago magpasukan?&lt;br /&gt;maiKwenTo nga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 1, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076665911247512066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYR6Ki4XvnQ/RnPwv7s-IgI/AAAAAAAAABM/N-qhfFqpUx4/s200/12152006348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hapi bday Allan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076668784580633138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYR6Ki4XvnQ/RnPzXLs-IjI/AAAAAAAAABk/KFZljz6RLfo/s200/06012007628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kamukha ko ba sila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naku! Sino ba ang may kaarawan sa araw na ito.. Si alLaN lang namAN… aYY! Si Ronald AlLan P. HabOn! Hapi bday!! Pero hindi ako naki ”birthday” dAhil… family day nila.. hmm.. minus ate n lil sis.. (akalain mo.. knuwento pa) haha.. sA aWa ng Diyos AY hindi naTuloy anG pusTahandaHil aalis SilA. Buti nalang! Bakit? Kasi family outing namin sa Batangas-Laguna kaya hinintay kong siya ang UMATRAS PaRa d nya sabihin talo nako!! (wais noh?) ^_____^ Ayun nga!! naSa Laguna aKo kasAma ang mga kaMukha ko!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 2, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise party dApaT namin ito niNa Leya kaso, araw ng aLis ng dadi nIya kung kaya! Cancelled ulit!! Di bale, HaPon naman AkOng naKauwI ng bahAy dahil overNyt ang fAmily outing.. ^_______^ in short.. tulog ako buong ArAw!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 3, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonding dAy naming maGpipinsan!! Saan? Sa MOA!! Woohoo!!! Taya sYempre ang aming ate Princess!! (bagong sweldo eh!) nanood kaMi ng sine at kumain ng taNghAlian sa Sbarro tpos naghapUnan sa Kalye JuAn!!!! sAn ka pA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 4, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076667289932014114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYR6Ki4XvnQ/RnPyALs-IiI/AAAAAAAAABc/kihdEikX8PE/s200/03272007538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sino ba ang morena, meztiza at chinita dyan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MaKeoveR day ng aking Bes Bea at sis/rm8 Tetz!!! Hmm.. sabay silang nagparebonD! habAng ako entertainer nilA.. Bakit? Kasi nAman… kwento ako ng kwEnto, joke ng joke habang sila nagrerelax.paRang P.A. lang ako.. haha.. pero yun kasi aNg regalo ko kay Bea at ako ang nagbayad ng treatment niya (may share din si tetz.) ^______^ ng mga ala-una na tumungo nako sa gym at nagwork out!! Syempre maraming cute dun!! Haha! Nagisip isip… nakatingin sa kawalan at di ko namalayang tapos na! Naisipan kong magwindow shopping at habaNg naGhihinTay ng sunDo.. hulaAn niyo kunG sino ang naKasalubOng ko? Dalawang NilAlang!! MulTo!! Joke naman!! Si Jessica Morado at si Allan.. (kung iisipin.. pareho silang malayo dun..hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 5, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date namin ni Rigel!! Woohoo!! toDo effort ang pagpunta ko dun!! Dami ko pAng nasalubong na maSasamang elemento.. cute naMan ako at nakArating pa ako sa kanila ng buhay!!! Nanood kami ng Spiderman 3!! Sa MOA!! Tapos dumiretso sa UP D. at nasira na araw ko dahil.. ehem.. ehem…. Excused naman eh,,, (erase.. erase..) nag UPSA kami nina Jay V at KJ. NaLipAt ako sa Sop 1 pero ayos na rin at mababaet naman ang mga ate ko dun.. Bass 1 parin c Kuya JV at bass 2 parin si kuya KJ ^__^ kaso katakot lang talaga.. matatakot ka lang talaga.. MATATAKOT KA SA!!! UMM.. Di bale na.. basta.. hanggang alas-syete kami at nalungkot lang ako dahil napagabi si Rigel.. huhuhuhu.. pasensya na talaga.. T______T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 6, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym daY namin ni Lor… at nagEnroll na siya!! Masama pa naman ang pakiramdam ko dahil..nalulungkot lang ako kasi may nangyari at buti na lamang nandyan si sis Lor para makalimutan ko ang aking “likhang” problema.. Pagkatapos ay nanood kami ni sine sa greenbelt 3.. MEET THE ROBINSONS!! Isa na yata iyon sa pinakamagandang palabas na napanood ko!! Hindi nasayang ang pag GB3 namin.. ^_______^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 7, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076668788875600450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYR6Ki4XvnQ/RnPzXbs-IkI/AAAAAAAAABs/PjGOuNAxa5Q/s200/06142007634.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hi Himiko! hi Miliejah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping/moving day.. nakakapagod talaga maglipat, syempre dapat alam mo kung ano ang iiwan at dadalhin mo! NAkaKapagod taLaga!! Sa kaKaisip ko sa mga TeDdy ko ay waLa akong naDala maliBan kAy HIMIKO AT MILIEJAH ^_____^ ang cute nila!! Kasing cute ko!! Wahaha!! Ang Cute din ng room namin at kulay orange ang pader!! Lahat din ng gamit ko orange!! Woohoo! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 8, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haggard day ko toh!! DumaAn ako sa Masci nung umaga para kunin ang memory card ko.. kaso.. sa kasamaan paLad ay naiwan niya.. Kung hindi ko lang taLaga mahal ang Photography!! Haiz.. Malapit nakong maKabili ng Camera ko sa Hobby na iyan.. Humanda kayo!!! Wahahaha!! Go photojourn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinagbuhat ako mula journ rm natin.. sa bagong journ rom (dating thales rm ng batch natin) pagkatapos ay umalis nako agad at sa Cavite pa ang punta ko. (Hay, paalala, wag sasakay ng fx sa park and ride tuwing umaga, matutunaw ka lang sa kahihintay) Nakarating ako ng 12:30pm sa cavite at isang oras nagbake ng lasagna sa birthday celebrant. Hindi ko na hinintay maluto dahil may driving lessons ako ng 3pm sa Pasay. Todo effort noh? Habang nakasakay sa fx ay nagtext si Leya, sinasabing panalo nako sa pustahan dahil nagustuhan ng kuya ni Allan ang Lasagna!! Woohooo! Hindi pala nasayang ang punta ko maliban sa hindi ko nakita ang kuya niya.. T_____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumating ako saktong alas-tres at nagdrive sa greenbelt! Ang dali pala! (dahil sa mall ako nag-iikot! Wahaha) pagkatapos ay tumungo ako sa SM at nalamang pupunta pala kami ng Puerto Galera kinabukasan! Namili kami ng mga baon doon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 9-10, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076668788875600466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYR6Ki4XvnQ/RnPzXbs-IlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/avvvHpSt9ik/s200/06102007631.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ganda noh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puerto Galera mode!! No cute guys!! Himala noh? Though ang saya dun dahil maliban sa maputing buhangin ay payapa talaga ang dagat! Kayak mode kmi ni lil bro! tapos jet ski..Waw!! Nasa gitna na kami ng dagat!! Woohoo!! 40kph! Akalain mo? Wee! Ang saya!!! Hindi nakakasawa at pagdating ko sa dalampasigan ay punung puno nako ng asin sa katawan! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 11, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag gym, nagshopping at nagpagupit ako! Syempre dapat new look! Ginabi nako sa Mall kaya hindi nako inihatid sa apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan!! Classes na!!! itutuloy ko nalang bukas!! Basta ang saya!! Hintayin niyo ang mga pics!! Woohooo! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5910753173145678506-2983971928477156277?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/2983971928477156277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=2983971928477156277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/2983971928477156277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/2983971928477156277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-week.html' title='my week'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYR6Ki4XvnQ/RnPwv7s-IgI/AAAAAAAAABM/N-qhfFqpUx4/s72-c/12152006348.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-2380144085778098656</id><published>2007-05-31T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T22:48:00.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAPTOP</title><content type='html'>New Laptop!! Huhuhuhu!&lt;br /&gt;after so many years of dreaming about my own computer!&lt;br /&gt;My own! wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Love you momsi at dadi!! woooooooohhhhhhhoooooooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5910753173145678506-2380144085778098656?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/2380144085778098656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=2380144085778098656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/2380144085778098656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/2380144085778098656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/05/laptop.html' title='LAPTOP'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-5794252936284608925</id><published>2007-05-29T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:27:25.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain</title><content type='html'>The rain is pouring. The sky is dark and gloomy. Time to bid summer goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;Tired of the colorful flowers&lt;br /&gt;Tired of the intense heat&lt;br /&gt;Tired of the bright sun&lt;br /&gt;Tired of everything around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just turned 18 but it seems age doesn't matter if it comes to me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying hard to look like one but an unknown force is depriving me from attaining this goal.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm ready. Really, I'm not yet ready.&lt;br /&gt;There are things that I still don't understand. I still have plenty of insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still dependent and my friends are still protective.&lt;br /&gt;Can I not learn to stand alone?&lt;br /&gt;Am I too weak to be alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...&lt;br /&gt;Yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fickle.. I'm weak..&lt;br /&gt;I'm selfish..I'm too selfish..&lt;br /&gt;I still can't consider other people's feelings..&lt;br /&gt;I get what I want&lt;br /&gt;Truly.. I'm a spoiled brat! Arggh!&lt;br /&gt;If there's someone out there who could help me...&lt;br /&gt;please... call me.. I really need help..&lt;br /&gt;Those who accepted me already.. thank you!&lt;br /&gt;***stop***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5910753173145678506-5794252936284608925?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/5794252936284608925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=5794252936284608925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/5794252936284608925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/5794252936284608925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/05/rain.html' title='rain'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-8468893847909561745</id><published>2007-05-27T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:49:44.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>debut nA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;debut na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070612937569538834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="170" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYR6Ki4XvnQ/Rl5vmflVExI/AAAAAAAAABE/6ih8KZkHdOU/s320/IMG_0164.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waw! Ang kaarawan ni Bea malamang ang “pinaka” nakakapagod na handaang napuntahan ko.&lt;br /&gt;Sa loob ng dalawang linggo ay dumalo ako sa mga praktis niya. Nagpapasalamat ako at si Jay Mark ang naging kasama ko at napawi lahat ng pagod ko. Sa mga araw na iyon ko nakita muli sina abygaile almoite at jk kaya masaya rin naman talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nalaman kong 98 pala kami sa ballroom dancing ni Jay Mark noong third year kaya pala gusto ko siyang kapartner pag sayawan.. (naklimutan ko na ang dahilan.. akala ko noon dahil magaling lang siya manamit...haha) joke lang! Nakakapagod ang mga araw subalit naging masaya naman dahil para ito sa kaarawan ng aking matalik na kaibigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Akala ko pa naman ay pagkatapos ng mga ensayo ay tapos na.. huhuhuhu&lt;br /&gt;May mga kanta pa pala.. Kaya naman minadali ko ang mga kanta.. praktis dito.. praktis doon.. away dito.. away doon... Buti na lamang ay natapos na lahat sa isang gabi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nakatutuwa dahil sa unang pagkakataon ay may sumamang lalaki sa amin nina tetang at chrissy sa parlor.... haha.. hulaan kung sino!! si kuya allan! hay.. ayaw pala ng kuya.. ahihi..Nakatutuwa dahil bukod sa nangyari ay sa kanya pa sila kumampi! Akalain mo yun? Hay, umaatake nanaman pagkaisip bata ko. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Masaya at maayos ang programa! Nakasama ko pa an mga kabarkada! Madalang kasi kami mabuo! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maayos naman ang gabi ngunit hindi ko masyado nagustuhan ang pagtatapos nito.&lt;br /&gt;Hay.. kailan ba ako matututo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5910753173145678506-8468893847909561745?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/8468893847909561745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=8468893847909561745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/8468893847909561745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/8468893847909561745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/05/debut-na.html' title='debut nA!'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYR6Ki4XvnQ/Rl5vmflVExI/AAAAAAAAABE/6ih8KZkHdOU/s72-c/IMG_0164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-8222840580405360805</id><published>2007-05-22T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T22:42:39.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bea!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYR6Ki4XvnQ/RlMA-vMguOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/djS8T06aQos/s1600-h/07142006137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067395083542771938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYR6Ki4XvnQ/RlMA-vMguOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/djS8T06aQos/s320/07142006137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; me and my bes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Piece of My Story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Gusto mo?”&lt;br /&gt;12 years has passed and I’ve never forgotten the words she often says. Her mother is a good homemaker that’s why she always shares her “baon” with me. During dismissal, I usually sit at the back of the bus while she still runs wild in our school. With her long braided hair, she dances, smiles and laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With these qualities…&lt;br /&gt;We became complete opposites,&lt;br /&gt;With these qualities…&lt;br /&gt;We became best of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ako na kasi sa harapan, sa susunod ikaw naman.” We often trade places in our line back in grade 2. We have the same height and “almost” same eyes but quite different posture and weight. I was quite the chubby one and she is the future “cheer leader” in class. After that year, we parted ways and never became classmates in grade school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grew..&lt;br /&gt;We met other people&lt;br /&gt;We survived..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi” This was left. A simple greeting every time we meet at the corridors. Time drifted us apart. My friends and her friends made us very busy to hang out with each other.&lt;br /&gt;We lived in different worlds.&lt;br /&gt;Tick… Tick…tick…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Magtest ka sa Masci!” We both passed.. and well.. You know the rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY B-DAY BEA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5910753173145678506-8222840580405360805?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/8222840580405360805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=8222840580405360805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/8222840580405360805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/8222840580405360805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/05/bea.html' title='Bea!'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYR6Ki4XvnQ/RlMA-vMguOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/djS8T06aQos/s72-c/07142006137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-2159293956011274250</id><published>2007-05-22T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T22:58:45.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L!! noooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched episode 25 when L died! I can’t believe he’s dead! It’s my first time to like an anime character and it’s so painful to see him die just like that!&lt;br /&gt;Ryuugi!! Nooooooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended my gym class today and because of my excitement I rushed to one of the machines and got myself sprained!! The horror!! The trainers came to my aid and there was this trainer who is really cute.. ehem…. He got the ice and massaged my foot. He is really tall and can carry all the weights in any machine. My first question in mind if he’s um……… hehe because my counselor told me that many male customers complain because …. Just go to the gym and mingle with the “real” guys. He seems real to me! Haha. He became my lil bro’s personal trainer that’s why I’ll be seeing more of him from now on. My counselor became my personal trainer and she looks great and fit! Another thing that made me turn on was he persuaded me to join a pageant next summer and not to worry because my trainer and my program plus my looks “daw” can make me fit to join that event. Haha… I’m sure he’s just flattering me but I said “opo” many times just to satisfy him. I think he’s already in his mid 20s but I’m sure his kind and friendly approach could make any customer like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that goes for my lil bro’s trainer, my successful program and my injured foot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5910753173145678506-2159293956011274250?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/2159293956011274250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=2159293956011274250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/2159293956011274250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/2159293956011274250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/05/l.html' title='L'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-5809187747446985963</id><published>2007-05-21T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T22:47:12.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 wks to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;3 weeks to go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year’s summer is my busiest summer of all!&lt;br /&gt;1st time pa hindi nag enroll ng summer classes&lt;br /&gt;1st time na araw araw nasa labas&lt;br /&gt;1st time na hindi nagswimming sa bday&lt;br /&gt;1st time sumama sa probinsya ng hindi kasama ang momsi at c adding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. maraming first time.. pero ang punto ko.. ito ang unang beses na hindi ako pumayat ng summer.. T______T epekto yata nang hindi paglaro ng tennis o kahit anong isport. Madalas kasi sa panahon ito ako nangangayayat ng husto. Napabayaan na kasi sa kusina… hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;Buti na lamang at natapos na ang kalbaryo ko sa debut. Ito pa lamang ang simula ng aking bakasyon.. Planado na ang lahat kaya kung may kokontra, tatamaan ng kidlat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakalulungkot at sa Miyerkules na ang simula ng klase ng mga taga-DLSU at dahil taga roon na si Patrick at Phoebus ay mahihirapan na kaming lumakad. Para hindi malungkot ay niyaya ko sila magtennis.&lt;br /&gt;“Nasa Subic ako eh” ani ni Patrick&lt;br /&gt;“May pupuntahan ako” paliwanag ni Dimpey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako, si Iyel, phoebus at Pj ang natira. Sa madaling salita “doubles” ang laro namin. Dumating ang lahat ng mga alas-nuwebe at tumngo na kami sa Velayo’s sport compex sa mau Domestic airport. Para masaya at hindi magastos ay gumamit na lamang kami ng isang sasakyan. Umatake ang katamaran ni Phoebus kaya hinayaan niyang c Pj ang magmaneho ng kanyang sasakyan. Nasa likod lang kami ni Iyel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos ng maraming gate at kuhaan ng id sa merville ay nakalabas na kami at nasa may NAIA nang hulihin kami ng pulis. Swerving daw, malay ko ba kung ano yun at mag-aaral palang ako magmaneho, Kinuha ang lisensiya ni Pj at rehistro ng sasakyan ni phoebus. Buti na lamang at mabait ang pulis at hindi na kinuha ang mga papeles at lisensiya kaso may ticket naman kami!&lt;br /&gt;Nakarating kami sa court at naglaro 6-3 ang score at kami ni Iyel ang nanalo laban kanila Phoebus. Pagkatapos ng isang oras nagreklamo na so phoebus at nagyayang pumunta na lamang sa Market Market. Naghiwalay muna kami sa bahay ko dahil kinuha ni Pj yung sasakyan niya. Kay Phoebus ako sumabay at si Iyel kay Phoebus. Nagkita kami sa gitna ng Mall at kumain sa North Park! Paboritong kainan namin ni Iyel. Si Phoebus ang taya kaya umorder ng marami si Iyel. 1k umabot ang bill pero ayos lang dahil hindi naman ako ang nagbayad! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumunta kami sa Olympic world pagkatapos kumain dahil may gusting bilhin si Phoebus na sapatos. Berde ang kulay para daw sa pasukan ay kakulay niya ang paaralan niya! Dun naming nakilala ang Gola. Isang bagong tatak ng sapatos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumalik na kami sa parking pagkatapos. Pinangako kasi ni Phoebus na ihahatid niya ako sa gym. Nagpaalam na kami kay Pj at pumunta sa glorietta upang ibaba si Iyel. Mga alas-dos ako nakarating sa gym. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simula ng program ko sa gym. Akala ko madali lang, nakakapagod pala. Nasanay kasi akong kanya kanya pag nandun at unang beses ko lang sumunod sa program dahil tumaba nga ako. Hehehe…Napawi naman ang pagdurusa ko dahil ang daing gwapo sa lugar! Lahat nakangiti pa! Hindi ko namlayan tapos na pala ang program ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumapayat ka na nga! Nageenjoy ka pa! Hehe.. dahil sa mga nangyari ay hindi ako umabot sa dentist appointment at sa practice kanila Bea. Hay..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5910753173145678506-5809187747446985963?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/5809187747446985963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=5809187747446985963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/5809187747446985963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/5809187747446985963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/05/3-weeks-to-go-this-years-summer-is-my.html' title='3 wks to go'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-1920568585059547742</id><published>2007-05-15T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T21:00:44.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Debut!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The birthday of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened oh sooooooooo fast!! Finally, I’m already 18!!&lt;br /&gt;Legal, cute and fabulous!! Wohooo!&lt;br /&gt;(minus the “look” like 18 part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treated my twin cousin for a movie at G4. We watched “28 weeks later.” It was really a cool movie but before anything else…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the mall around 10am and the movie starts at 12 so we went to Artwork and bought shirts with the same design and went to Landmark.&lt;br /&gt;*Package counter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assistant: Good morning ma’am! (Inaabot ang groceries namin)&lt;br /&gt;Thei: Eiow po! Iwan lang po namin…&lt;br /&gt;A: Kambal po kayo?&lt;br /&gt;Thei: Umm… opo! Ayy hindi po pala! Cuz po kami..&lt;br /&gt;A: oww? Mukha kasi kayong kambal, ilang taon ka na ba?&lt;br /&gt;T: 18 po!&lt;br /&gt;A: oww? Eh ikaw? (to my cuz)&lt;br /&gt;Elieza: 13 po!&lt;br /&gt;A: talaga?! Hindi po kasi halatang 18 na po kayo&lt;br /&gt;(waaaaaaah! Tantrums!! Argggggghhh! *flashes a fake smile!)&lt;br /&gt;T: mean niyo naman po… 18 nako eh! (still smiling)&lt;br /&gt;A: sabi niyo po&lt;br /&gt;T: (uupakan ko na toh.. mkaalis na nga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*At G4 (movie house)&lt;br /&gt;R-13 yung movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thei: 2 tickets 28 weeks later po!&lt;br /&gt;Saleslady: Ilang taon na po kayo?&lt;br /&gt;T: (Magrereact na sana..she was asking my cuz pala)&lt;br /&gt;E: 13 po&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whew! That went well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*At the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guard: Good afternoon po!! Dito po kayo sa kabila&lt;br /&gt;Thei: Ayy! Hindi po cinema 2 po talaga kami..&lt;br /&gt;G: ilang taon na po sila?&lt;br /&gt;T: (Kainis naman talaga!!) umm.. 18 po&lt;br /&gt;(May dumating na isa pang staff)&lt;br /&gt;Staff: Hindi po kasi halata,, (smiling)&lt;br /&gt;T: Ay ganun po ba…&lt;br /&gt;That’s my 1st adventure as 18 yr old gal! Nothing change! Still perky! Ahihi…&lt;br /&gt;Eniweiz, my bes Bea’s debut is coming and we have practices for her cotillion. Busy again and I REALLY need to exercise because my figure is going to critical level again. I don’t have plans to buy new set of jeans so I really need to have a diet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gift list!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank those who went to my 18th b-day! I know it was so hard to attend because of the elections and stuff. I really appreciate your presence and for those who didn’t make it, It’s A ok! I understand naman eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50% of my gifts are stuffed toys! Aside from my 18 teddy bears, many still gave me stuffed toys! It’s so obvious that you don’t want me to grow up! Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25% gave me bags! Bags are very useful in College! They’re useful and cool! Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10% are furniture! Hmm.. They’re very useful especially for my new room with tetz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10% are jewelries and perfumes. Gifts for ladies huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5% other stuff like clothes, money! Watches! Frames! Books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064770698055428290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYR6Ki4XvnQ/RkmuHZZmqMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/uELaEtK6db4/s320/DSC00191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(the picture Jay Mark used)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;Unlike my bes I didn’t implement the “no gift no entry policy” so its ok for me. I just showed this because while I was opening my gifts (like it was Christmas)&lt;br /&gt;Katz, Ayen, Camz and Rose Abi were with me!&lt;br /&gt;A gift caught our attention.&lt;br /&gt;I was attracted with the wrapper but there was no card in it. It was flat with a pale colored wrapper but it was designed with a butterfly. I thought it was a mirror or a frame since some one gave me a mirror. I was surprised that it was a photo mosaic of me!&lt;br /&gt;I was so surprised that I smiled the whole time while looking at the smaller pictures. That’s when I concluded that it was from Jay Mark! It’s full of his pictures!&lt;br /&gt;I also know that the picture he used is his favorite! I really love the photo mosaic! It was really sweet and my mom even told me to put that in my room at UP D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so excited to bring that there!! Love yah!! ARIGATO! Hugz!&lt;br /&gt;We almost have the same sched naman so You’ll see me everyday.. wahaha!! Hugz again!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5910753173145678506-1920568585059547742?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/1920568585059547742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=1920568585059547742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/1920568585059547742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/1920568585059547742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/05/debut.html' title='Debut!'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYR6Ki4XvnQ/RkmuHZZmqMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/uELaEtK6db4/s72-c/DSC00191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-1657033822990742625</id><published>2007-05-10T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T11:53:06.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watz d sched?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watz d sched?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha… tinatamad nakong mag update.. kaya lng may nagsabi saking ol ako ng ol hindi naman nag uupdate.. huhuhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eniweiz.. Schedule ko nlng para masaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Weeeeee!! Nakausap ko Mayor ng Narvacan, Ilocos Sur! Umm.. I mean future Vice-Mayor na kasi her husband is running for Mayor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uso naman sa Ilocos na buong pamilya tumatakbo sa isang bayan. At dahil Pol. Sci naman course ko ay tinanong ko kung bakit ganun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Iha, nasa Ilocos ka.. ganun tlga at kahit saan naman ganun” Tawa nalang ako, may point naman siya… napabuntong hininga nalang ako. Fiesta sa amin kasi, yun marahil ang dahilan kung bakit araw araw kong nakikita yung mayor namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa gabi ng pista, tulad ng nakaugalian ay kinokoronahan ang nanalong prinsesa sa aming lugar. Akala mo naman pagandahan, pero sa katunayan, sa pera lang yan lahat. Halos lahat naman ay galing abroad at tinatapon lang nila ang pera sa mga anak upang maranasan naman makoronahan kahit sa isang gabi lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Saan kaya napupunta ang pera?” Syempre, tinanong ko na rin yun. Sapagkat taga London ang nanalo at 60,000php ang nalikom niyang pera sa loob lamang ng tatlong araw. Isama pa natin ang mga kalaban niya, aabutin ng 100,000php o higit pa dahil 5 ang naglabanan para sa trono. Sabi ng pinsan ko sa Kapitolyo daw napupunta lahat ng pera taon taon… Laking gulat ko dahil ang liit lang naman ng simbahan. Wala ngang aircon at kakaunti lang ang electric fan. Hindi pa kasya lahat sa loob. Ano yun? Dapat palasyo na yan ha! Napatawa nalang ako ulit. Saan talaga napupunta ang pera? Sa isang maliit na bario tulad ng sa amin ay marami nang nangyayaring kababalaghan paano pa kaya sa isang probinsyang tulad ng Ilocos? Sa buong Pilipinas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May nangyari pang mala-telenobelang eksena sa gabi ng pista. Bukod sa pagdating ng Mayor ay may nagsaksakan pa sa gitna ng pista! Mga 4 na metro lang ang layo ko sa dalawang nagaaway at kitang kita ko ang sugat na natamo ng isang lasenggo. Inisip ko nalang pulang pintura ang nakikita ko para hindi ako matakot kaso yung isa may hawak na baril kaya napatakbo ako pero syempre nakatingin parin.. journalist ata toh! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung sinasabi sa mga dyaryo na wala ng jueteng ay talagang hindi ako naniniwala. Nawala lang naman dahil hindi na nakatuon ang pansin ng gobyerno at nakalimutan na ito ipaglaban ng oposisyon dati nangangampanya sila. Sa murang edad, nasasaksihan ko ang mga maling gawain, imposible namang hindi ito nakikita ng mga nakatatanda sa akin, diba? Wala lang kasing pakialam… Lahat takot…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakalulungkot isipin na tuwing panahon ng eleksyon, kay raming anumalyang nagaganap. Hindi raw maiiwasan ito, hindi nga ba? Marami na ang nawawalan ng pag-asa sa ating bayan. Dahilan nila, pare pareho lang naman lahat ng kandedato. Lahat sila kurakot, walang malinis, walang marangal. Tuwing naiisip ko toh ay nawawalan nako ng gana bumoto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero sana hindi ako mawalan ng pag-asa… Go Pol Sci!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5910753173145678506-1657033822990742625?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/1657033822990742625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=1657033822990742625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/1657033822990742625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/1657033822990742625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/05/watz-d-sched.html' title='Watz d sched?'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-8189658126910063120</id><published>2007-04-06T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T13:44:00.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelations</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Revelations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Graduation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Huhuhuhu.. Graduate nako..&lt;br /&gt;Is this the feeling of being a graduate of Masci?&lt;br /&gt;When I was in grade school, I was so excited in leaving C.S.A. I remembered that is was because of a guy I met in the entrance exam. He passed too! I’ve shared that story with my friends and told them &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Nerd nga, puro cute naman”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my reason why I went to Masci..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have never been close but thanks to him, I graduated in a school where my dreams and ambitions where built. Thank you talaga kung sino ka man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I’m going to UP, a school a hundred times bigger than Masci. This time, I’m no longer excited. &lt;em&gt;(kahit may cute man akong nkasabay sa test.. haha)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New life, New friends… what if, I don’t want a new life because I’m already contented with this life I have now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can never be used in not seeing my Best Friend Bea blushing when she sees her crush,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugging my best bud Jay V every time I have a problem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Running to my Sis Chrissy every time a need a shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can never be the same..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many special people in my life that I couldn’t live without&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the people I can never say Goodbye…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sana may university exclusive for Mascians.. hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grad Ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never expected Grad Ball could be this memorable. I will never forget April 1, 2007. Many things happened and well, changed my perspective in life. Miracles do happen! My prayer for 4 months was answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! Welcome back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time to go to the hotel hours before the party. It was my first time to panic because a friend was stranded in Pedro Gil. It was my first time to stand the whole time at the party and my first time not to have any picture of myself. T______T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life sucks but God returned a million blessings that night. My make up was already ruined when Leslie gave the good news. (Aba! angel ang mode)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1st and last dance in my high school life was the same person! (cool noh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because ………… umm……… ^___________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vacation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t enroll in any summer classes this April for the 1st time. I need to prepare for my b-day. (Also for bea and chrissy pala) My dad promised me to have my driving lessons after my birthday and have out of town trips by the end of May. Also, we’ll be going to Ilocos Sur by the last week of April till May 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also need to train!! Tennis is a must!! Ahihi.. ^_____^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5910753173145678506-8189658126910063120?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/8189658126910063120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=8189658126910063120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/8189658126910063120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/8189658126910063120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/04/revelations.html' title='Revelations'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-2250745137018552618</id><published>2007-03-15T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T20:24:00.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biglaan</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Biglaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by 6 Cycle Mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nandito nakaukit pa rin sa puso ko,&lt;br /&gt;Nang sabihin mong wag na lang.&lt;br /&gt;Nandito nakatatak pa rin sa isip ko,&lt;br /&gt;Kung paano mong tinalikuran ang lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay bilis ba't umalis, nakakamiss&lt;br /&gt;Na bigla lang di ko man lamang nalaman&lt;br /&gt;Na mawawala,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na bigla lang di mo man lamang naisip&lt;br /&gt;Na idahan-dahan.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako sanay sa biglaan,&lt;br /&gt;Unti unti na lang sanang nawala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ba natin kayang magkunwari,&lt;br /&gt;at sabihing sige na lang&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ba natin kayang dayain,&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga yakap sa tuwing lumalambing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay bilis ba't umalis, nakakamiss&lt;br /&gt;Na bigla lang di ko man lamang nalaman&lt;br /&gt;Na mawawala,&lt;br /&gt;Na bigla lang di mo man lamang naisip&lt;br /&gt;Na idahan-dahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako sanay sa biglaan,&lt;br /&gt;Unti unti na lang sanang nawala.&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/5910753173145678506-2250745137018552618?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/2250745137018552618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=2250745137018552618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/2250745137018552618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/2250745137018552618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/03/biglaan.html' title='Biglaan'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-465249658889604564</id><published>2007-03-14T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T22:01:10.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Blog-sary!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Umm.. Happy Monthsary Blog!! umm.. 3rd Blog-sary.. ahihi.. ^___^&lt;br /&gt;hugs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5910753173145678506-465249658889604564?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/465249658889604564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=465249658889604564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/465249658889604564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/465249658889604564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-blog-sary.html' title='Happy Blog-sary!!'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-1721997078537873715</id><published>2007-03-14T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T20:32:46.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teddy Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristofer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;When I was about 3 yrs old my daddy gave me this chocolate colored teddy bear. It was kind of special because he bought it abroad and was one of the oldest collections of Steiff Company. The scarf attached to it was color blue with gold lining. At its knot was an opal pin. I really liked it because my dad told me that opal is my birthstone. I treasured Kristofer since then.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;I carried Kristofer everywhere. I always hug him at night. I play with him at recess and we play tea party at lunch. He was my best friend. Every time my teacher scolded me, I hugged Kristofer tighter. I told my problems to him even if he doesn’t talk. It always made me feel better talking to him.&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;“He was my brother, my confidant, my bestfriend…”&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life was never boring for Kristofer was more than enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the 3rd grade when I met Cristina. She usually wears a zillion hair clips and a weird pair of glasses. She was quiet and shy. One day I approached her and asked her why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That was the start of our friendship…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristofer, Cristina and I play tea party and share secrets together. &lt;em&gt;“She”&lt;/em&gt; became a part of our family.&lt;br /&gt;Our classmates were always fond of teasing Cristina. She always cries because of this. She even hides in our Art closet most of the time. That made me sad for her. I don’t know how to make her feel better. I sat on my chair and I saw Kristofer staring at me. Its like his marble eyes were trying to tell me something. &lt;em&gt;Pity?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;“This is kind of risky, Kristofer” I whispered.&lt;br /&gt;“But…”&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I walked with Cristina like we usually do.&lt;br /&gt;“Cristina, you can borrow Kristofer for a while.”&lt;br /&gt;“You sure?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, I ‘m sure”&lt;br /&gt;I saw her sad eyes turned bright. It made me feel happy. I felt that I did something really nice. She hugged him tight as we walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks passed….. 4weeks…. 2 months….&lt;br /&gt;She didn’t return him.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why I can’t ask her about Kristofer.&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe, she still needs him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School year was almost over but still she didn’t return Kristofer. This time I confronted her.&lt;br /&gt;“Can you please return him?”&lt;br /&gt;“I thought you already gave it to me!”&lt;br /&gt;“I did not!”&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t want to return him anymore. He is my best friend.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t argue…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silence….&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to shout at her but nothing went out. I froze while she turned away. We didn’t talk to each other since then. I cried every night thinking that he will never return. Nothing can please me. I stayed at my room the whole summer break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad gave me another teddy bear. He was like Kristofer but better. Aside from its scarf was a suitcase filled with its clothes. I hugged it. It has the same softness but the feeling was very different. Something was missing for he is not Kristofer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years already passed. I still miss him. I long for him. I miss my bestfriend, my teddy.&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/5910753173145678506-1721997078537873715?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/1721997078537873715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=1721997078537873715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/1721997078537873715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/1721997078537873715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/03/teddy-bear.html' title='Teddy Bear'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-2839659539247079458</id><published>2007-03-08T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T20:42:13.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>footsteps</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Footsteps&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks at me in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;Those eyes that I see in fantasies&lt;br /&gt;Dreamy, I don’t want to wake up&lt;br /&gt;For I might never see them again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heavens spoke clearly&lt;br /&gt;I followed its command&lt;br /&gt;I made the right choice&lt;br /&gt;My smile was returned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I fear of it?&lt;br /&gt;The land disappears from sight&lt;br /&gt;I feel my body light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contentment&lt;br /&gt;The shrills from the past faded fast&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness was left&lt;br /&gt;I moved on, I let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stones left on the road&lt;br /&gt;Why do they look so small?&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the boulders I saw before&lt;br /&gt;They almost blocked my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those eyes I’m seeing are not his&lt;br /&gt;I fear of returning to that place&lt;br /&gt;But would I give myself a chance?&lt;br /&gt;Another life, Another hope?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5910753173145678506-2839659539247079458?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/2839659539247079458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=2839659539247079458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/2839659539247079458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/2839659539247079458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/03/footsteps.html' title='footsteps'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-6343951238346734823</id><published>2007-02-25T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T18:09:28.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy bday dimpey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Debut turned to reunion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I'm going to be late&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. i told pat to wait for me outside the venue&lt;br /&gt;pj.. txtd me and he said he was already there.&lt;br /&gt;huhuhuhu.. &lt;em&gt;why can't I come on time?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at Palm's club exactly 6pm. Pj and Pat were waiting for me at the parking lot.. whoa! There, I saw their faces again. I hugged both of them and I smiled because Pat still didn't put his neck tie.. wahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already around 8pm when the party started. As usual,phoebus was late.. joke! But he was there and we all had a great time. Nonstop &lt;em&gt;kwentuhan&lt;/em&gt; and teasing. Phoebus was still the same with the masungit but friendly attitude. &lt;em&gt;"Sungit! hindi talaga nagbago" &lt;/em&gt;Patrick was not that quiet and snob anymore.. hehehe.. &lt;em&gt;sungit din yan dati tulad ni phoebus&lt;/em&gt;.. maybe because he is in-love.. hahaha.. Pj, hmm.. cute and adorable like a stuffed toy pa rin. He is still bubbly but this time you can't take his fone away from him because his girlfriend keeps on calling him. Eeew.. haha.. but they're still the brothers I met before. they changed but I still know them..&lt;em&gt;syempre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Dimpey's b-day and we were not able to talk. It's understood, she's the debutant! Iyel didn't come coz something came up and I was left with my 3 brothers.. wahahaha! We talked about many things and even toured around the club while the party was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party ended at 12 midnight but we decided to go to ATC to have a cup of coffee and even watch a movie. They all have their driver's license but i went with Pat. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;Still wearing my gown, we walked around atc.. It was fine since its already past 12 and pat, pj and phoebus were still wearing their coats. hahaha.. the movie house was already closed and there was no karaoke place either. Phoebus suggested to go to greenbelt but Pat already refused to go. We just sat at starbucks and continued our conversation there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1st time!&lt;br /&gt;-to walk at the mall wearing a gown&lt;br /&gt;-1st time to walk more than 2 kilometers wearing clogs and still wearing a gown.. haha&lt;br /&gt;-1st time to in a formal attire (with friends) and hang out at the mall..&lt;em&gt; parang js prom lang.. hahaha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hope to see you again guys!! hugs!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5910753173145678506-6343951238346734823?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/6343951238346734823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=6343951238346734823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/6343951238346734823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/6343951238346734823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-bday-dimpey.html' title='Happy bday dimpey!'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-8992531354693606694</id><published>2007-02-20T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T22:50:32.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Countdown to Graduation!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.C! g.c. Gc gC GC gc Gc!!!!! Wahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying hard to join the club but it seems like my mind is wandering through space.&lt;br /&gt;/Sob T_______T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ad chem.: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“I’m trying hard to learn from him but it’s still useless”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tsk tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;Half of the class usually cut during this period because there is no difference if they attend or not. I attend because at least I have a chair and a table while doing my assignments and I don’t need to worry about the dept. heads because I’m inside the classroom unlike my other classmates. Hehehe….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;I’m already at the peak of being a die hard gc but I know it is already too late.&lt;br /&gt;(hehehehe..) Hell, it’s just a piece of paper anyway. I’m already at Masci, what more can I ask?&lt;br /&gt;Silence….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feb 16, 2007&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our prom. I was late because Lorraine and I decided to have our make up at Festival Mall, Alabang. We arrived there around 10am so we decided to do some shopping. I asked where the bead shop was and we searched for it from the ground floor to the 4th flr. We didn’t find it. We wasted an hour looking for a shop that doesn’t exist anymore (Festi.. hehe) but soon I realized why I didn’t find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lorraine: Destiny talaga… kaya hindi nakita&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Masci around 4pm. Tired, we stayed at the Astral building till 5:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;The party ended at 11:45pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments to remember&lt;br /&gt;* Laarni’s 2nd dance was the highlight of the night.&lt;br /&gt;* Anna’s 1st dance and Abi’s last dance is the same person (guess who!)&lt;br /&gt;* Dani discovered the “cleavage girls” of Einstein!!&lt;br /&gt;* Hagar’s new hairstyle is really cool!&lt;br /&gt;* Jean and Pia were really happy!&lt;br /&gt;*Patchu really looked like a doll!&lt;br /&gt;*Ditchie danced with only 4 people the whole night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone has a memorable experience that night. ^_______^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My moments!&lt;br /&gt;*Jay Mark wore a purple polo! (Laughs)&lt;br /&gt;*Thanks to Timmy, I was able to take a rest. (Joke!)&lt;br /&gt;*My clogs really hurt&lt;br /&gt;*My last dance was Clem, Angelo and Miguel. How? Just imagine it!! Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;*I only danced with 5 people + 3(in one song) so cool!! Wahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feb 17, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Fort bonifacio to arrange some stuff and went with my parents to Bulacan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feb 18, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents and I went to Sm Megamall to participate at the debut fair. We canvassed for the prices. I was really shocked by the prices. The event was really fun but tiring. I was not able to do my assignments that day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feb 19, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bea gave a revelation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feb 20, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Amity and I went to Sm Bicutan and played dance maniax. We ate at Mc Donalds. I arrived home around 8:45pm. Luckily my parents were not yet home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Add on: while eating, Christian Bautista was our background song..(Abychu!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Waaahh!! timing pa, yung kantang pang un!!" I remembered something.. hehehe... siya pla ung kumanta nun..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every second is important so don’t waste each precious moment by just daydreaming!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5910753173145678506-8992531354693606694?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/8992531354693606694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=8992531354693606694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/8992531354693606694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/8992531354693606694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/02/countdown-to-graduation-g.html' title='prom'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-6663372851870241557</id><published>2007-02-14T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T20:30:34.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the air!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rinaf.com/sdacortez/cartoon_heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="246" alt="" src="http://rinaf.com/sdacortez/cartoon_heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is in the Air??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hearts hearts hearts.. love love love... hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Feb. 14!!! Happy 2nd Monthsary Blog!! ahihi.. ^__^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Valentines to all! Mwah!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Only girls benefit from this occasion.. -Miggy Miranda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hahaha... half true! ^__^ but don't guys benefit more from it everytime you see your crush smile at you?? hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyway, valentines day is not just for couples but for friends and classmates as well and I felt it w/ Einstein!! *Hugz* Love you guyz!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know this is not considered as an occasion by everyone but I do believe that the time will come that you'll appreciate this day... love you!!!! *hugz* Love u all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Quotes that captured my heart!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1.The value of waiting is a value of a lifetime. If we know how to WAIT, life shall be easy because God knows what to give us in the right time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. The greatest mistakes we make are the risk we don't take. if you think something will make you happy, GO FOR IT! So that you won't live your life asking "WHAT IF?" and telling yourself "IF ONLY!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. The problems w/ boys: they make you believe they love you wen they don't, The problem with girls: The make you believe they don't love you when they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Loving a person doesn't need a criteria, coz once you fall in love, you take the risk of accepting the person. You don't need to find the answer why you love him/her. Everything changes but if you accept that person, magbago man siya hindi ka masasaktan kasi tanggap mo siya ng buo. Mahirap gawin pero masarap subukan dahil wala ng sasaya pa kung iparamdam mo sa taong iyon na mahal na mahal mo iya nang walang hinihintay na kapalit. Dun mo masasabing "Wow! yun pala ang Love!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Masakit magmahal ng palihim, masasaktan ka ng palihim.. pero mas masakit kung pinag-aralan mo siyang limutin gayong MINAMAHAL karin pala niya ng PALIHIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Naranasan mo na ba dahil sa biro niya, nagkagusto ka sa kanya, dahil sa biro niya nadevelop ka pero hindi mo alam kung totoo sa kanya o biro lang tlga "Pesteng biro yan! bakit ako tinablan?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. If someone loves you be proud of it. It only means that you have something that not everyone has. So, don't let it go coz its not easy to find some one who really loves you despite your imperfections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5910753173145678506-6663372851870241557?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/6663372851870241557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=6663372851870241557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/6663372851870241557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/6663372851870241557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the air!'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-6523756797133739418</id><published>2007-02-11T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T21:01:04.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>week before the prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Week before the prom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Astig math camp!&lt;br /&gt;Aking nasaksihan ang magandang kinalabasan nang paghihirap ng mga guro at facilitators sa pagbuo nito.&lt;br /&gt;Sana may math camp ulit pero sana may tulugan na!! Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wed&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Pumunta kami ni Lorraine sa Glorietta para kunin ang aming dress.. kso hindi pa rin aus ung kay lor.. pinabalik pa sya sa Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thurs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Nagradio play kami nina kuya pache sa paco park. Natapos naman namin. Tinulungan din ako nina kuya russ at pache makumpleto ung fm proj ko. Hehehe..Sabay kaming umuwi ni Jay Mark, sumabay sa amin si Ekel.. si bea maagang umuwi. Dumaan muna kami ni Jay Mark sa National bookstore para bumili ng scul supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fri:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Math camp na! Nakiligo kmi ni kuya Jay V kanila Lor bago mag math camp. Grp. 8 ako nagparegister pero noong nagsimula na, may nagsabi sa akin na grp 18 din daw ako. Hindi ko npansin na kasali ako dun. Hehehe.. sabi ni angelo dalawa daw id ko!!! Hehehe hihingin ko nlng sa knya sa mon.. =) Hindi nako pinalipat dahil leader ako sa grp. Namin. Eniweiz, masaya naman, magagaling ang mga nagsalitang panauhin kso lng 1-2 oras lng ang tulog namin kaya antok na antok ako. Sayang, hindi ako masyadong nakinig sa 2 huling ispiker dahil sa antok. Sana sa susunod may tulugan na para hindi masayang yung mga mensahe nila. (parang makasasali pa ako next yr. Hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pauwi nko, pinuntahan ako ni Gerard sa classrm at nagyaya mag tennis. Pumunta kami ng rizal memorial bitbit ang stroller at unan ko. Pagkarating namin, sarado na ang court. Hehehe.. sa susunod nlng ulit.. ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sun:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pmunta kmi sa site na gusto ng magulang ko para sa debut. Mas malaki sya sa una pero hindi na hotel. Aus lng mas nagagandahan ako sa lugar. Hehehe. Pumunta rin ako ng glorietta para bumili ng sapatos! Nakahanap nman ako at naksalubong ko pa si Tam at kuya Dan sa daan…. Wahaha! Nagshopping din… si Lor nasa glorietta din pla kso hindi parin aus ung dress nya. Inuwi nlng nya.. Nkita ko si Ryan Agoncillo sa glorietta!! Super Gwapo tlga!! waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!! Napaka cute in person. Npaka natural pa mag emcee.. hehehe!! mwah! ksma nga lng nya si Judy Ann.. huhuhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malapit na ang Prom!! Haiz, sana walang mga test sa thurs. hehehe… gusto ko manood ng cine!! History boys!! Hahaha! May aayusin pa pla ako sa prom.. good luck naman.Valentines na rin pla! Yung kapatid ko pabalik pabalik na sa mall kabibili ng regalo. Swerte naman nun!! Ang gastos! Eniweiz…hindi ako mkagawa ng takdang aralin ngayon dahil nasa Locker ko ang school bag ko! ^_________^&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/5910753173145678506-6523756797133739418?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/6523756797133739418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=6523756797133739418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/6523756797133739418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/6523756797133739418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/02/week-before-prom.html' title='week before the prom'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-6841672946152729480</id><published>2007-02-02T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T21:11:56.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pont of no return</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Point of No Return&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I was shaken by the events that occurred&lt;br /&gt;They didn’t give me any choice but to run&lt;br /&gt;Fear, hatred, sadness, anger..&lt;br /&gt;They haunt me day by day&lt;br /&gt;Thus,&lt;br /&gt;I made an oath, a choice&lt;br /&gt;A promise.&lt;br /&gt;Now,&lt;br /&gt;This is where I stand.&lt;br /&gt;This is where my feet brought me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Back to where I started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5910753173145678506-6841672946152729480?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/6841672946152729480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=6841672946152729480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/6841672946152729480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/6841672946152729480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/02/pont-of-no-return.html' title='The Pont of no return'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-5904498811357954794</id><published>2007-02-02T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T21:13:19.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasaan na nga ba ako?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYR6Ki4XvnQ/RcM3V0Url3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/yLx5-6B_rQQ/s1600-h/crossroads.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026922457037772658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" height="237" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYR6Ki4XvnQ/RcM3V0Url3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/yLx5-6B_rQQ/s320/crossroads.gif" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nasaan Na Nga Ba Ako?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagdaan ang mga araw, tila wala pa rin nagbago. Nandito pa rin ako sa mundong puno ng kaguluhan. Marahil, hindi na ako makababangon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa ba itong pagkakamali?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dati, hindi ako nagsisisi sa tinahak kong landas. Masaya ako. Batid kong lahat ay kaya ko. Ngunit,ngayong narating ko na ang araw nang paghuhusga ay unti-unti nakong nagaalinglangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masaya ako, ngunit bakit nahihirapan ako? Para saan ang pagdurusang aking hinaharap ngayon? Ito ba ang kapalit na kaligayahang pinatikim ng Bathala sa akin?&lt;br /&gt;Sana hindi nalang ako sumaya&lt;br /&gt;Binabawi rin naman kasi Niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayaw kong dumipende sa ibang tao. Ayaw kong makita nila ang kahinaan ko. Ayaw kong lumabas na wala akong silbi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magtatapos na ang taon ngunit hindi pa huli ang lahat. Kailangan ko nanamang pumili. Kailangan kong bumawi.&lt;br /&gt;Alam kong magiging mahirap ito ngunit gagawin ko ito para sa aking sarili, para sa aking kinabukasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babalik na ako sa dati kong buhay.&lt;br /&gt;Paalam…&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/5910753173145678506-5904498811357954794?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/5904498811357954794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=5904498811357954794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/5904498811357954794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/5904498811357954794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/02/nasaan-na-nga-ba-ako.html' title='Nasaan na nga ba ako?'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYR6Ki4XvnQ/RcM3V0Url3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/yLx5-6B_rQQ/s72-c/crossroads.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-1498072710748659429</id><published>2007-02-02T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T20:39:46.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kailangan ko nang bumawi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kailangan Ko nang Bumawi!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hay, isang linggo kong inisa isa ang aking mga asignatura para lamang makahabol. Halos 5 pagsusulit ang kinukuha ko sa isang oras pero hindi pa rin sapat. Hindi pa rin ako makahabol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naexcuse nanaman ako kanina sa isang subject. Talagang nanghinayang talaga ako dahil bawat minuto ngayon ay mahalaga sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;Yung daddy ko nagpasya na kausapin ang guro ko kanina sa ad chem., naiba bigla ang sinabi ng aking guro ngunit mas mabuti na yun kaysa masama pa ang kanyang ibalita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:20 dis namin  kanina subalit 6pm na kami nakauwi dahil kinumpleto ko pa lahat ng kulang ko sa comsci, buti nalang ay nkahabol ako kung hindi 85 na ang grado ko.&lt;br /&gt;Salamat kay Rose abi at Russ at tinulungan nila ako&lt;br /&gt;Kay Lora na naging partner ko sa hands on&lt;br /&gt;Si Jay Mark na tinuruan at hinintay ako hanggang 6pm para sabay kmi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa Lunes English, social at fm ang kukumpletuhin ko&lt;br /&gt;Nakalulungkot dahil kahit kumpletuhin ko lahat ay mababa parin ang magiging marka ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nila ay magsisimula na ang paggawa ng yearbook at dyaryo. Pinagdarasal ko na sana walang pagpupulong tuwing may klase.&lt;br /&gt;Pakiramdam kong mababalewala lahat ng pinghirapan ko. Pero..&lt;br /&gt;Ayaw kong masayang iyon lalo pa binalik na sa amin ang report card nmin last year.&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaaaaaaahh!! Hindi maaari!!&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan kong bumawi!&lt;br /&gt;Hindi pwede masira ng isang markahan lamang ang lahat ng pinaghirapan ko!!&lt;br /&gt;Sabi naman ni Jay Mark posible pa akong makahabol&lt;br /&gt;Kung.. babalik ako sa dati..&lt;br /&gt;May mga isasakripisyo ako..&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan tlga…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang dami pa naming kailangan isipin&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko nga alam kung magpro2m pa ako dahil wala pa akong damit… haiz..&lt;br /&gt;Sana ay magkaoras ako. Kahit isang oras ng shopping hehe..&lt;br /&gt;Ang daming test, project&lt;br /&gt;Ung grad ball pa, ung yearbook, graduation…&lt;br /&gt;Kaya ko ito!!! Hehehe.. salmat sa mga tumutulong sa akin !! lalo na sa naghihintay sa akin ng 3 oras arawaraw.. Salamat!&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/5910753173145678506-1498072710748659429?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/1498072710748659429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=1498072710748659429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/1498072710748659429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/1498072710748659429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/02/kailangan-ko-nang-bumawi.html' title='Kailangan ko nang bumawi'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-4956592053465271324</id><published>2007-01-24T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T21:02:34.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intramurals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let the Games Begin!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;After…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 3rd qtr examinations came to an end&lt;br /&gt;“Whew! What a day!”&lt;br /&gt;After our test, I reported to the MAPEH dept. to help. I got the scotch tape and asked Rose Abi to help me in fixing the schedule and posting the Stuff for the Sports Club.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could hang out with my classmates but Jenine came and told me that I’m one of the runners in the torch ceremony. Shocked, I came with her while briefing me. We were asked to wear all white and I didn’t have those things at that time. Jenine offered her shorts after her run. “Hindi lang pla torch ang ipapasa pati shorts!” I thought everything was settled but Mam Palisoc approached me and asked for the snare drums. “Wahhh!!!! Nobody reminded me and I thought it was just for the cheering practice or something. I was so guilty because I am so forgetful and I realized that it was my responsibility. Kuya Timmy comforted me and told me “Snare drums? Hindi naman mhalaga un, sa tingin mo maririnig un ng buong school?” I smiled and I remembered that we were the emcees of the program. I was already comfortable in the stage when we were asked to prepare for the run. As planned, I waited for Jenine and changed. I hurried but I was already late. The student already ran 2 rounds just for me. I felt ashamed but it was okay… hehehe… “Ganun naman talaga parati”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Whew!” The games officially started and I attended the briefing for the badminton tournament. I met my teammate Anna Rose and I invited her to play with me. I also asked Danikko and Darren because they will also play doubles. Anna Rose taught me the right strokes and told me if my shots were in. Jay V and Ryle advised me about my play because it was like I am playing Tennis and I usually do a “smash” which is not a good strategy in badminton. Huhuhuhu, I can’t help it because I’m really used in playing Tennis. “Good luck nalang tlaga sa akin tom”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moseley and Einstein won all their games today!! We are not expecting anything but to have fun and enjoy the intramurals.&lt;br /&gt;But we hope that we can also reach the Finals so that we can play till Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck EINSTEIN-MOSELEY!!&lt;br /&gt;Jay Mark and I decided to go home early. Along the way we met Mark David and persuaded him to take the LRT. We talked about College and our courses. We all passed the UPCAT but Mavid’s mom wants him to go to UST because he is one of the top 100 passers in BS Architecture. He really wants that course but he also wants to go to UP even if he didn’t get his 1st and 2nd choice.&lt;br /&gt;Like the usual, Jay Mark and I were already planning our sched. I asked him to drive for me but he refused. I offered to be his driver but he also refused. “Offending noh?” But he told me that he is scared of driving because we might get into an accident. Wahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We settled for the MRT but he said that he would join me only up to Guadalupe. I almost cried because we already talked about it before. I persuaded him that we would both take Fx at Ayala since we will have the same schedule for everything. We are planning to attend morning classes and go home by 2 or 3pm so that we can hang out at the mall. “Taas pangarap noh? To think BA PolSci ako, si Jay Mark BS Architecture at si Gerard BS Biology. Paano kami same sched? Wahahaha!!” Gerard also wants to join us!! Yey!! Together again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulations for those who passed! Rallies Here I Come!! ^____________^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5910753173145678506-4956592053465271324?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/4956592053465271324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=4956592053465271324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/4956592053465271324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/4956592053465271324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/01/intramurals.html' title='Intramurals'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-5502956043294221267</id><published>2007-01-21T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T13:12:16.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Masks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Thousand Masks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;All these years I’ve waited for someone like you&lt;br /&gt;A brave young soldier who’ll save me from this dungeon&lt;br /&gt;You’ll take me away and regain my heart&lt;br /&gt;This is only but a wish, a hope,&lt;br /&gt;A dream&lt;br /&gt;***********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wear a mask, a thousand masks&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why but I’ve never asked you&lt;br /&gt;For each mask lies a different person,&lt;br /&gt;A different you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched you closely&lt;br /&gt;I counted all your masks&lt;br /&gt;It really bothered me&lt;br /&gt;But still,&lt;br /&gt;I never asked why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night I pray,&lt;br /&gt;That you’ll return safely from your battles&lt;br /&gt;For in that armor, I can see a different person&lt;br /&gt;A different you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could just count your smiles&lt;br /&gt;Like every girl would do&lt;br /&gt;But your mask is hiding what’s inside,&lt;br /&gt;And it’s the real you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are different in every angle,&lt;br /&gt;In every aspect of life&lt;br /&gt;Why do you need to hide from those masks?&lt;br /&gt;For I can see how beautiful you are inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I stayed&lt;br /&gt;I never asked why&lt;br /&gt;You seem contented&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just another mask, you are holding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time will come&lt;br /&gt;When you’ll show your face&lt;br /&gt;I will be there waiting&lt;br /&gt;To see your real smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_______^&lt;br /&gt;********************************* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5910753173145678506-5502956043294221267?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/5502956043294221267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=5502956043294221267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/5502956043294221267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/5502956043294221267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/01/thousand-masks.html' title='A Thousand Masks'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-1424475629850010958</id><published>2007-01-17T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T21:36:10.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Abychu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Para sa Kanya toh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jan 16,2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8pm:&lt;/strong&gt; I arrived home. I didn't eat but I went straight to my bedroom. I opened my pc and proceeded to my blog. Lay out mode!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:35pm&lt;/strong&gt; I was about to save my new layout when I accidentally pressed the "Clear edits" button! "waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" but I didn't stop there. because..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Para sa kanya toh"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;January 17, 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:35am&lt;/strong&gt;: Tada!! After some irritating soundz from my brother "ZZZzzzzzz.." I finished the new lay out of my blog. It's simple but I really felt happy and satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ayan sa wakas, mapupuntahan na ni &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abychu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ung blog ko!"&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like it! wahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;around 8am&lt;/strong&gt;: I saw this in our NCAE test booklet.. Shhhh.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happiness is one subject everyone thinks about but few seem to understand. Some people gain and keep it others momentarily grasp it, then lose it. A few never experience it at all. Yet, however elusive happiness maybe, it is attainable no matter how miserable you may have in the past."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It caught my attention! haha.. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5910753173145678506-1424475629850010958?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/1424475629850010958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=1424475629850010958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/1424475629850010958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/1424475629850010958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/01/for-abychu.html' title='For Abychu!'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-1850266136860117225</id><published>2007-01-16T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T23:26:12.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Frog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crazy Frog!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wahaha!What a day!&lt;br /&gt;It's like everything was turned upside down&lt;br /&gt;or is it just because I'm so tired because of my portfolio.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night,&lt;br /&gt;I was doing my portfolio when suddenly &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; came.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. Laughing, I continued writing my reflections for Filipino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Miguel and Angelo kept on telling me &lt;em&gt;things&lt;/em&gt; that I can't tell in this blog. Anyway, they gave me an advice that helped me alot. We even talked about the movie "A Walk to Remember"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why? because we were talking about respect and humility when it comes to guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that! ^___^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;After our long talk, I noticed that it was already 11 so I continued writing my reflections. I noticed that it was already 2am and I was not yet finished. "Come on.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to pass that portfolio so I decided to be late in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Napasa ko!" I was so happy because I made it on time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(thank you Matthew Reyes of IV-Franklin) He helped me in my portfolio ( he asked for a puncher in the guidance office)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tired, after I reported in social, we asked our teacher if we could rest and she agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Shhhhhhhh.....zzzzzzzz" We didn't have our Comsci but we had our f.m. and music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarah informed me that the upcat results were already out. I told Bea and Jay Mark and I attended my class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6pm.. "Jaymark!!! Nasan ka na?! waaah!!" I thought he left me. Miguel told me that they went to the mall. I called and my bes answered... "Nasan na kayo? Bakit niyo ko iniwan? Hindi ganun si Jaymark! huhuhuhu.." My bes said so many things but assumed that I was already shouting. "hindi ako galit sau, kay Jaymark! kay jaymark!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some choir members approached us and kuya Kj and Jay V came. They stayed with me until Jay Mark came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Galit siya, iniwan niya bag niya sakin, nandito ata wallet niya" he told me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I asked why she got mad and he told me everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Hindi nga ako galit! and hindi ako sumisigaw.. like nasa labas ako ng masci.. ibang fone gamit ko.. mahina reception and talagang malakas boses ko..kanina pa dahil nagkakantahan kami ng mga choir"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He told me that she got upset because I got mad because of Jay mark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed... so hard.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm.. not because she got mad at me, No!, but because the reason that we fought over Jay Mark, a guy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHA! "So anu feeling ng pinagaawayan ng dalawang babae? Baka lumaki ulo mo niyan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Speechless* he smiled "hindi naman eh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a promise..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was made when we were still in gradeschool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We will never fight just because of someone..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It made me smile but also disturbed because we were not really fighting because we like the same person but it was just a misunderstanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but the fact still remains..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;we fought because of Jay Mark..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;hehehe.. katuwa naman.. he was just standing there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas mahal ko pa rin si Bea over everyone else noh!! hehe.. cge.. ^___^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5910753173145678506-1850266136860117225?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/1850266136860117225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=1850266136860117225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/1850266136860117225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/1850266136860117225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/01/crazy-frog.html' title='Crazy Frog!'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-2680286653256847219</id><published>2007-01-14T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T23:08:12.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st monthsary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My 1st monthsary!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow! nakaisang buwan na ang blog na ito!&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko akalain na sisipagin akong magsulat sa kabila ng napakaraming gawain sa paaralan. Ako'y umaasa na mapagpapatuloy ko ito hanggang sa susunod na taon. Kadalasan, sinisipag lamang ang isang tao magsulat pag siya'y malungkot, sawi o di kaya'y may problema sa iba't ibang aspeto ng buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bakit?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sapagkat napakadali ihayag ang damdamin lalo pa kung kanya itong nararamdaman sa mismong oras na iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sino ba ang hindi?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hindi ba ito ay karaniwan lamang sa kabataang tulad natin? Sino ba ang hindi nahuhulog sa isang tao? Sino ba ang may walang problema? Sino ba ang hindi nakararanas ng pagkalungkot o pagkasaya?&lt;br /&gt;Doon tayo naiba sa lahat,kaya nga tayo tinawag na tao, diba? (hehe..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sa dinami dami ng sasabihin bakit damdamin pa?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sapagkat isa iyon sa mga bagay na naiintindihan ng lahat. Ito ang pinakamadaling paksa na maaaring isulat. Kaya ninuman makasulat nito sa isang iglap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pag-ibig ba ang karaniwang isinusulat?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;OO at hindi, sapagkat napakaraming uri ng emosyon ang maaaring isulat ng bawat isa. Ngunit ito ay hindi nawawala. May mga taong tanging kasawian at kalungkutan lamang ang isinusulat nila ang iba naman ay pag may nangyaring kakaiba sa araw nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kaya hindi lamang emosyon ang pwedeng isulat?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;OO, marami pang maaring isulat! Ito ay iyong salamin. Kahit ano ay pwede! Manunulat ka man o hindi kung isasapuso mo ang iyong ginagawa ay siguradong maganda ang kalalabasan ng iyong likha. Malay mo, iyo itong madala kahit ikaw ay nasa loob ng klase pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monthsary ulit sa akin blog! *Hugz* &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/5910753173145678506-2680286653256847219?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/2680286653256847219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=2680286653256847219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/2680286653256847219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/2680286653256847219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/01/1st-monthsary.html' title='1st monthsary'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-6912859853143520248</id><published>2007-01-12T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T20:17:41.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sa Aking Paglalakad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; miss Burbank!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Super tagal na dapat ito kaso dahil talagang busy eh ngayon na lamang natuloy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm kaunti lang kami, bakit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dahil kahit ngayon ay busy pa rin ang lahat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Humanities, cinematography, projects, parties, etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nakakahinayang ngunit hindi ko naman sila masisi dahil talagang kailangan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dapat nga hindi ito natuloy ngayon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kaso pag napostponed nanaman ay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;impossible na ito matuloy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sa susunod na linggo ay NCAE na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tapos periodic test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tapos intrams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at prom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;araw araw may gagawin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;syempre may mga projects din yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kaya marapat nang maituloy ngayon ang lakad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Masaya naman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nagkwentuhan kami sa Aunt Anne's (tma ba?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nagbowling din kami sa Rob!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ang saya pala!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Naglaban pa ngunit lagi kaming natatalo hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pero natuto ako ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;halatang matagal nkong hindi naglalaro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mahilig kasi yung mga kaibigan kong maglaro ng bowling noong kami ay nasa elementarya pa lamang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Humabol si ralph at umalis naman si Royce. Sayang at hindi siya nakasama sa aming picture taking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sana ay maulit ito at sana ay mas maraming pumunta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teka! nilibre pala kami ni Katz! Salamat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dumaan din pala sina Diana at Joco sa Alley.. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Einstein.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Marami nang namomoblema sa prom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;may nagyayaan, kwentuhan at nagbabasa ng mga magazines ukol dito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Halos wala nang nakikinig sa klase. Nararamdaman mo na talagang malapit nang matapos ang taon. Wala kaming Comsci ngunit nagkaroon naman kami ng open forum. Ayos lang siya kaso hindi kami kumpleto. Kung tutuusin ay hindi na ako masyadong apektado sa mga nangyayari ngunit sadyang marami pa ang hindi nakakawala. Tanging naiisip ko lang ay hanggang ngayon ay hindi pa rin nanatahimik ang kanilang mga loob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sana sa pagtapos ng buwan na ito ay matapos na ang lahat upang tanging magagandang alaala na lamang ang mabubuo ng aming pangkat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5910753173145678506-6912859853143520248?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/6912859853143520248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=6912859853143520248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/6912859853143520248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/6912859853143520248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/01/bowling-day.html' title='Bowling Day!'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-5648352521723802370</id><published>2007-01-12T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T00:24:29.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>possibilities of true love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Possibilities of True Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;            I am a dreamer.&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is true love? I thought it was just a fantasy when people talk about it. I never believe such thing. Every time I hear fancy gossips from girls about such matter, I laugh. Every time I join the boys, we usually end up in a debate. Love is just for dreamers but I also live in reality.            &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it comes to Love, many speak of doing the impossible. “Till death do us part,” couples always say. A man and wife, their hearts will beat as one and live happily ever after. That is always the ending but what happens if Love crosses its boundaries? Are you willing to give up everything?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I grew up and learned how to love. I may be an amateur if it comes to this matter but my I believe that my definition of love is no different from the others. It is by the law of God and the will of man.  Love conquers all. It causes eternal happiness. It is selfless and infinite. It never hurts nor causes sorrow to anyone. It is bestowed to us to share and grow as God’s children. It never destroys but builds infinite possibilities.            I may be a dreamer but I know the true meaning of love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5910753173145678506-5648352521723802370?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/5648352521723802370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=5648352521723802370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/5648352521723802370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/5648352521723802370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/01/possibilities-of-true-love.html' title='possibilities of true love'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-2681166993102082337</id><published>2007-01-06T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T00:36:34.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unforgettable Essay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Unforgettable Essay of 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What a year!!&lt;br /&gt;Many things happened this year&lt;br /&gt;True, life is like a wheel and I can see how my life is changing. Fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I want to share my essay in Filipino&lt;br /&gt;Gawain blg. II, November 20,2006 (past na siya! )&lt;br /&gt;(I was able to pass this essay on time ^___^)&lt;br /&gt;I want to share this essay because the message that our teacher wrote in my paper was different from what she always writes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Maganda ang pagkakabuo ng iyong gawain"&lt;/em&gt; (oowwss? Hndi nga? pero..hmm.. normal na.. sentence..) &lt;em&gt;"Masining! Linangin ang kakayahan sa pagsulat! "(&lt;/em&gt;wow! Pwede na pla akong mag lathalain?! hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! I smiled and can’t believe that our teacher told me that.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not confident in writing essays anymore because I know many are better than me.&lt;br /&gt;(and talagang bilib ako sa kanila! I like reading essays than writing one.. hehe..)&lt;br /&gt;But this was not the main reason why I smiled..&lt;br /&gt;It’s because that essay is what I hate most. Funny, I was really bitter when I wrote that yet, it was my best essay according to my teacher.. hahaha…&lt;br /&gt;Dahil, tagalog naman itong essay ay magtatagalog nako..&lt;br /&gt;Share ko ung ibang part ng essay.. may mga hindi ako sinama, dahil mahaba and secret nmin un ni ma’am.. hehe.. Super edited na yan.. and short cut.. medyo.. harsh na kc ung iba.. I think..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gera ng Katahimikan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;          Ako ay malimit na tumatakas. Nagtatago sa likod ng mga ngiti at papuri ng mga tao. Kilala ng karamihan bilang isang matapang na babae. Wala daw kinikilingan, doon sila nagkamali.&lt;br /&gt;        Ano ba ang mayroon sa akin upang mapunta sa kinatatayuan ko ngayon? Ilang taon din akong nagtago sa kahon ng pag-iisa bago ko nakilala ang tunay kong sarili. Sipag at tiyaga ang naging puhunan ko para makuha ko ang tiwala ng lahat. Laking pasasalamat ko sa aking mga magulang at pinalaki nila ako ng tama at dahil dito ay maganda ang naging buhay ko sa labas ng aming tahanan. Maganda nga ba? Wala akong hihilingin pa. Palagi akong nagpapasalamat sa Diyos dahil ibinigay Niya sa akin ang lahat at bilang ganti ay tinutulungan ko lahat ng nangangailangan. Minsan ay iniisip ko kung bakit ako walang suliranin. Iyon ang pagkakamali ko.&lt;br /&gt;        Nasabi ninyo na ba sa inyong sarili ang mga salitang ito? “Tinutulungan ko ang lahat sa aking makakaya at kung sino pa ang tinuturing kaibigan ay siya pang magtataksil sa akin?” Hindi ko inasahang masasabi ko iyon sa aking sarili. Tunay ngang mahirap maging mabait. “Bakit ito ang sinukli niya sa kabaitang ipinakita ko sa kanya?” Malaking panghihinayang at pagsisisi ang aking naramdaman. Ilang araw ako hindi nakatulog sa kaiisip kung bakit nangyari sa akin ito dahil inalay ko ang buong buhay ko sa aking mga kaibigan pero sa huli, ang makapagbabagsak lang pala sa akin ay ang mga “itinuturing” kong kaibigan.&lt;br /&gt;        Isang pagkakamali ang lahat. Hindi ako tulad ng iba nakikipag-away o nagsisigawan. Isang araw, hindi ako nagsalita o umimik. Inaamin kong hindi ako matapang tulad nang iniisip ng karamihan sa akin. Ako ay duwag at tinatago ang lungkot at sakit sa likod ng aking mga ngiti at gawain. Hindi talaga ako ang taong inaasahan ng lahat. Sadyang magaling lang akong magtago sa huwad na katotohanan. Ito ang matatawag niyong tahimik na digmaan. Ito ay nakamamatay at ito marahil ang pinakamasakit sa lahat ng alitan. Gusto ko matikman nila ang poot at lungkot ko sa pamamagitan ng pananahimik. Para sa akin, ito ang pinakamasakit sa lahat.&lt;br /&gt;        “Magaling akong tumakas. Kaduwagan, oo alam ko, ngunit kung ito ang makapaglalayo sa akin sa realidad ay aalis ako…”&lt;br /&gt;         Ang aking katahimikan at ang aking matatamis na ngiti ang ipambabati ko upang kanyang malasap ang poot na tila naiipon sa aking katawan. Ito marahil ang pinakamasakit na hidwaan. Hindi ko alam kung kailan babalik ang salitang pagpapatawad sa aking bokabularyo pero sa ngayon ito ang laman ng puso’t isipan ko. Alam kong isa lamang itong hamon sa aking pagkatao. Napasabak ako sa gera ng katahimikan. Hanggang kailan kaya ako lalaban?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good luck nalang sa mga magbabasa nyan. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;Cge po! Till here na muna! ^_______________^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5910753173145678506-2681166993102082337?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/2681166993102082337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=2681166993102082337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/2681166993102082337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/2681166993102082337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2007/01/unforgettable-essay.html' title='Unforgettable Essay'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-3929275836989932631</id><published>2006-12-20T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T23:09:39.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The path</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thewrestlingschool.co.uk/Dead%20Hands%20Image%20Tied%20hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" height="372" alt="" src="http://www.thewrestlingschool.co.uk/Dead%20Hands%20Image%20Tied%20hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choosing this Path&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am out of the ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;I am in search of an adventure&lt;br /&gt;I am in despair&lt;br /&gt;I want to find myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness, it creeps inside my heart. It aches and slowly breaks me into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Remorse, it hinders me from living anew.&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance, it kills me even by just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;Pity, it stops me from moving on.&lt;br /&gt;Faith, it makes me believe that there is still a chance, a hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God does miracles. He is working in my life. I know that he gave me these challenges for me to be stronger.&lt;br /&gt;But….&lt;br /&gt;Why is there a rope tied in my hand that stops me from walking the path?&lt;br /&gt;Is this the work of the devil?&lt;br /&gt;Every time I turn back, I see the faces that I left in oblivion. They don’t deserve to be hurt but I don’t want to return and reach out for I know that I’ll surely perish to nothingness. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind brushes to my cheek as I walk to the path. I feel the warm welcome of my new life as I gaze the rising sun. It seems like it was waiting for me all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am smiling…. Again.&lt;br /&gt;I need to let go of the rope, but it’s too tight.Can somebody please untie it for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5910753173145678506-3929275836989932631?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/3929275836989932631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=3929275836989932631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/3929275836989932631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/3929275836989932631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2006/12/path.html' title='The path'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-7359731279218459522</id><published>2006-12-17T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T22:00:44.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a step back in time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;887 tickets&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I attended our practice to make up for my absence last Friday. (I attended journalism) Many were still absent and our teacher was very disappointed. The sopranos can’t hit the right notes because most of us were already exhausted. Many already lost their voices and Janine &amp;amp; I were also going to that stage. By afternoon nobody returned. I was the only senior sop 2 left so ma’am really noticed how flat my voice was. I was ashamed because I can’t do anything about it. It was really throaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished early and went to Rob. Ma’am came with us. She went shopping (we went with her). It was really funny because we found out that ma’am can shop in just 30mins. We went to Kamera world and had a studio pic. Then we ate at Greenwich. We parted ways but Julius and I stayed and went window shopping. After some time, we went to G-box and played. For 2 hrs we were able to gather 887 tickets! Julius decided to give me a stuffed toy! It was really cute and I named it K.J. (Kj and Julius) It was really fun because I felt that I was a kid again and I kept on buying tokens for that game.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to a bible study at tetz house. The topic was about Grace and Making Decisions. I learned a lot from the session though it was really sad because I was with my friends when I last went there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Glorietta and had my Christmas shopping. I bought my Christmas attire and bought some presents for my friends. My next Christmas shopping will be on Tues or Wed because I didn’t finish shopping today.&lt;br /&gt;Meowsie! ^______^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5910753173145678506-7359731279218459522?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/7359731279218459522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=7359731279218459522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/7359731279218459522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/7359731279218459522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2006/12/step-back-in-time.html' title='a step back in time'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910753173145678506.post-4637954880062068662</id><published>2006-12-15T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T23:01:20.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My lifetime Commitment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tropicalisland.de/komodo/images/BMU%20Komodo%20Island%20Ombak%20Putih%20sailing%20ship%20sunrise%201%203008x2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand" height="138" alt="" src="http://www.tropicalisland.de/komodo/images/BMU%20Komodo%20Island%20Ombak%20Putih%20sailing%20ship%20sunrise%201%203008x2000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time sure flies!&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure that one day, you’ll just realize that you already have your diploma and ready to go to College.&lt;br /&gt;How ironic that we used to say,&lt;br /&gt;“Nakakasawa nman”&lt;br /&gt;“Palagi nalang ganito”&lt;br /&gt;but these are the memories that you’ll carry when you leave Masci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I want to graduate NOW. I’m not bitter but so many things happened that pushed me to hate going to school. I always say “Bakit sa akin pa? Ako nanaman, lagi nalang” I’m tired of accepting and fixing myself to be ok. I came to the point that I wished not to wake up anymore. God didn’t answer. I realized that what I’m asking is too much. I don’t deserve that wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he gave me an alternative. He gave me a purpose. He opened my eyes to more opportunities and certainties. I learned that I can have a new world; I can have a new prospective in life. I can be happy even if I lost something or someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have a center of my universe and I’ve sacrificed so much to make everything fine. I thought I could be happy if I put so much effort on it. It didn’t turn out well.&lt;br /&gt;I was a captive of my own emotions. I was a prisoner of my own world. I thought I could make everybody happy if I look happy. It was the biggest mistake I ever did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God was so kind that he gave me friends who didn’t leave me. Also, he sent new and even old friends to help me find the light. I feel special because I never felt that I was alone. God made each day an adventure for me. He helped me build new friendships and even gave “older brothers” to be with me every time I feel down. Each day became a memorable day that I’ll treasure forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more regrets and no more bitterness. I thank God that he sent people to guide me and clothed me with kindness and generosity. Don’t worry, I will return the favor and I’ll follow you. I know that I will never get lost.&lt;br /&gt;Time sure flies, but I’ll make sure that I’ll live each day with hope and courage. I’ll do my best to face each morning with a smile. ^___^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5910753173145678506-4637954880062068662?l=newinsightz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/feeds/4637954880062068662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5910753173145678506&amp;postID=4637954880062068662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/4637954880062068662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5910753173145678506/posts/default/4637954880062068662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newinsightz.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-lifetime-commitment.html' title='My lifetime Commitment'/><author><name>with one step I can move on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07280451217315761449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
