<?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-34688171</id><updated>2011-05-22T00:10:50.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't keep quiet</title><subtitle type='html'>Do you wish you had a button that said: "Thank you for sharing, now SHUT UP and quit whining!"? And are you utterly uninterested in pathetic individuals who seek attention by whining in their online journals? If you answered yes, this is definitely not the place for you!! Here's the thing: If you ever get me, you wouldn't have a clue what to do with me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17857269128284154056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/26/3566235/343270748s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34688171.post-116584013602279442</id><published>2006-12-11T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T20:28:56.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i give up</title><content type='html'>i am finally putting my hands up, sumusuko na ako at iwawagayway ko na ang puting bandila ko. saan? haha. sa pag-ayos ng walang-hiyang layout ng blog ko. kaya, gumawa ako ng bago sa blogdrive. kasi sabi nga ni ate k, mas madali daw dun. kaya, ito naman ako, lipat na! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://99redballoonsgoby.blogdrive.com"&gt;WORLD LEGS PREMIERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"i am definitely looking forward to this..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34688171-116584013602279442?l=ilovethetalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116584013602279442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34688171&amp;postID=116584013602279442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default/116584013602279442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default/116584013602279442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-give-up.html' title='i give up'/><author><name>kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17857269128284154056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/26/3566235/343270748s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34688171.post-116549033959414456</id><published>2006-12-07T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T09:03:59.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ayon kay luna</title><content type='html'>pucha! yan ang una kong reaksyon matapos mabasa ang ilan lamang sa sangkatutak na tulang natagpuan ko sa blog ng babaeng hindi ko man lang kilala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kasi naman parang ang galing niya. haha. parang lang?? pero seryoso na. ang galing niya talaga. yung tipong pag binasa mo yung mga tula, parang ikaw na siya. gets? mararamdaman mo talaga yung mga saloobin at kulo ng kalamnan niya! magaling, sobrang galing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi lang iyon, mabibighani ka pa sa husay niya sa pag-esplika ng mga bagay na hindi ko kayang intindihin. yung mga bagay-bagay na matapos ang 17 taon ay ngayon pa lang ako naliliwanagan dahil na rin sa gabay niya. oha, sinong mag-aakala na isang misteryosong nilalang ang makakapagpaunawa sa akin ng mga bagay na dati ko pa pilit iniintindi. mga bagay na may kinalaman sa akin pero hindi ko naman talaga inakalang mas mapapadali ang paghinga ko kung mas maiintindihan ko sila. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos ito pa, astig talaga siya. dahil matapos ko basahin ang mga tula niya, ninais ko na sana ako na lang ang nagsulat ng mga iyon. kasi naman, yung mga pinapahiwatig niya ay mga bagay na matagal na ring kumukulo sa kailaliman ng aking budhi. mga bagay na matagal ko ng gustong pasabugin ngunit hindi ko kaya at hindi ko alam kung paano. pero siya, nagawa niya. kaya astig siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya ngayong gabi. at sa mga susunod pa. ito lang ang nasisiguro ko. ako ay maglalaan nga panahon para sa pagbabasa ng kanyang mga obra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luna, pambihira ka!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34688171-116549033959414456?l=ilovethetalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116549033959414456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34688171&amp;postID=116549033959414456&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default/116549033959414456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default/116549033959414456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/2006/12/ayon-kay-luna.html' title='ayon kay luna'/><author><name>kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17857269128284154056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/26/3566235/343270748s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34688171.post-116419277171159277</id><published>2006-11-22T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:14:09.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all good things (come to an end)</title><content type='html'>bago ko mag-inarte, 2 of my good friends finally decided to create their own blog. here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kiddiepool.blogdrive.com"&gt;ate k's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ryseldestiny.livejournal.com"&gt;cha's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've only listened to this once and i fell in love with it. ganun naman talaga minsan di ba? and because it's too perfect for you, you wonder if it was specially made for you. pero siyempre, alam mong hindi at nag-ffeeling ka lang. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Honestly what will become of me&lt;br /&gt;I don't like reality&lt;br /&gt;It's way too clear to me&lt;br /&gt;But really life is daily&lt;br /&gt;We are what we don't see&lt;br /&gt;We missed everything daydreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flames to dust&lt;br /&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelling I always stop at exits&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if I'll stay&lt;br /&gt;Young and restless&lt;br /&gt;Living this way I stress less&lt;br /&gt;I want to pull away when the dream dies&lt;br /&gt;The pain sets it and I don't cry&lt;br /&gt;I only feel gravity and I wonder why..." &lt;br /&gt;-nelly furtado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized one thing today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..after receiving a random text message from my loser. tama nga naman, we indeed have the power to make each day better than yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm off to a fresh start tomorrow. yey! haha. =D&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TO MY BEST FRIEND:&lt;br /&gt;yes hunnie, it's over. ininom ko na lahat ng "water". haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34688171-116419277171159277?l=ilovethetalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116419277171159277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34688171&amp;postID=116419277171159277&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default/116419277171159277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default/116419277171159277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/2006/11/all-good-things-come-to-end.html' title='all good things (come to an end)'/><author><name>kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17857269128284154056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/26/3566235/343270748s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34688171.post-116393166465616509</id><published>2006-11-19T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T18:21:04.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll get you my pretty</title><content type='html'>i said in my previous entry that i was not ready for school yet but i think i'd be just fine. the "water" i was talking about turned out to be great! haha. read between the lines. basta, i am happy. very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/1600/myspaceicons18.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/320/myspaceicons18.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in life, we don't always get what we want. but one thing's for sure. despite all the disillusionments, we live for the magic of it and sometimes after a long wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... FIND IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"...all of the moments that already passed&lt;br /&gt;We'll try to go back and make them last&lt;br /&gt;All of the things we want each other to be&lt;br /&gt;We never will be&lt;br /&gt;And that's wonderful, and that's life&lt;br /&gt;And that's you, baby&lt;br /&gt;This is me, baby&lt;br /&gt;And we are, we are, we are, we are&lt;br /&gt;Free&lt;br /&gt;In our love&lt;br /&gt;We are free in our love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Truth is a great flirt." – Franz Liszt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34688171-116393166465616509?l=ilovethetalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116393166465616509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34688171&amp;postID=116393166465616509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default/116393166465616509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default/116393166465616509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/2006/11/ill-get-you-my-pretty.html' title='i&apos;ll get you my pretty'/><author><name>kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17857269128284154056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/26/3566235/343270748s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34688171.post-116350215623906685</id><published>2006-11-14T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:17:57.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you make my legs feel like jelly-ace</title><content type='html'>I am so not ready for school yet. My brain's still in its brain-dead mode. Today, I was not able to absorb anything from any of my classes because I can’t help but let my mind fly off to wherever it wants. Super sabaw feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shit! my body hurts like hell. like almost every inch of me is stinging with every little move i make. especially my legs! oh well, that's what happens after a three-day trip with friends. it was suppossed to be a time for leisure but ended up to be torture. haha. just kidding. but hell, it was agonizing, all the walking, running and the sweating. but it was all worth it. i guess, my sore legs are all i can whine about and the rest is either really, really wonderful or in a way bearable!ö&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ten nice things/people i like about this year's team building seminar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;☺ the location: caylabne bay &lt;br /&gt;☺ the food: the bread and the butter&lt;br /&gt;☺ the clowns: idol and "ruffa mae"&lt;br /&gt;☺ the performance: the seniors' hiphop presentation&lt;br /&gt;☺ the game: the drink or no drink challenge&lt;br /&gt;☺ the mode of transportation: bus #2&lt;br /&gt;☺ the bedroom: pearl 504G&lt;br /&gt;☺ the princess: allie tutay&lt;br /&gt;☺ the tour guide: ate suzette&lt;br /&gt;☺ the goodies: loot bags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;five most outrageous things that i witnessed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. professors gone wild&lt;br /&gt;4. mama ebid's oh-so hot moves on stage&lt;br /&gt;3. ate k dancing with the mic stand&lt;br /&gt;2. kariz's initiation exercise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most extreme is smashing and a winner by knockout, but at the same time made us sick and want to throw up the very instance we saw it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i have to give this to all the freshly baked dung on our way to the bonifacio shrine. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past three days have been very electrifying. i have been through a whirlwind of emotions! And now my mind's flying off to situations that I wish could've happened or will happen. It's actually my favorite hobby. Well, next to watching TV and listening to music. It’s my guilty bliss since after i snap back to reality; i'll just realize that none of them are most likely going to happen unless I make the first move, which will never happen! So here I am, still waiting and hoping…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to end this entry with one word, WATER Only me, my best friend and God know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/1600/water.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/320/water.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/1600/heart%20water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/320/heart%20water.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/1600/hand%20water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/320/hand%20water.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/1600/water%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/320/water%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34688171-116350215623906685?l=ilovethetalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116350215623906685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34688171&amp;postID=116350215623906685&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default/116350215623906685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default/116350215623906685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-make-my-legs-feel-like-jelly-ace.html' title='you make my legs feel like jelly-ace'/><author><name>kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17857269128284154056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/26/3566235/343270748s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34688171.post-116254800406020914</id><published>2006-11-03T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T18:00:04.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>come, let's join the black parade</title><content type='html'>we spent the past few days playing cards. haha, it's strange how nonsensical bored people can get. that they would dance "&lt;em&gt;boom tarat tarat&lt;/em&gt;", pretend like a superhero and imitate kris aquino's "&lt;em&gt;deal or no deal&lt;/em&gt;" in front of many people. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i witnessed an old woman claiming to have psychic powers figure out who took  my aunt's money. it was really weird. it freaked the hell out of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truly,halloween is one of my favorite holidays ever. not because of the costumes, the trick-or-treating or many other traditional Halloween activities. simply because i enjoy sleeping at our mausoleum. haha. but seriously,it gets me more connected to my chinese roots as well.[because of all the customs we have to follow] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the first halloween we spent without my grandmother. it still sucks that she's gone but like what &lt;em&gt;my chemical romance&lt;/em&gt; said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"We'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;We'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;And though you're singing, god believe me&lt;br /&gt;Your memory will carry on&lt;br /&gt;You'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;And though you're broken and defeated&lt;br /&gt;Your weary widow marches on!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we miss you grandma. :C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34688171-116254800406020914?l=ilovethetalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116254800406020914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34688171&amp;postID=116254800406020914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default/116254800406020914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default/116254800406020914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/2006/11/come-lets-join-black-parade.html' title='come, let&apos;s join the black parade'/><author><name>kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17857269128284154056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/26/3566235/343270748s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34688171.post-116217989886660193</id><published>2006-10-30T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T11:49:53.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fergie rocks at 18 part 2</title><content type='html'>*fergie, ang cool ng party mo. haha. dahil sa fishnet mo. haha. and of course because of the rocking impromptu performances. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/1600/DSC00010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/320/DSC00010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the heart-thumping moments, natapos din. pero promise, di ako kinabahan nung andun na tayo sa gitna. it was really a dream come true, and i love you fergie for making it happen. c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i reunited with my "nay2 and tay2". Yung dalawang yun, pinapabayaan na lang yung anak nila. Haha. [kleiw and mina, i missed you both.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/1600/family%20pix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/320/family%20pix.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;☺☺☺*i love you fergie, naenar and gee.*☺☺☺&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34688171-116217989886660193?l=ilovethetalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116217989886660193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34688171&amp;postID=116217989886660193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default/116217989886660193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default/116217989886660193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/2006/10/fergie-rocks-at-18-part-2.html' title='Fergie rocks at 18 part 2'/><author><name>kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17857269128284154056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/26/3566235/343270748s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34688171.post-116208660783373860</id><published>2006-10-29T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T10:05:43.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fergie rocks at 18</title><content type='html'>Haburtdei na rin to my cousin, hannapong! Sorry, I can’t come to your party. :c &lt;br /&gt;Punta kami ni diday tomorrow. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was really, really fun. We went to g’s house to rehearse for our debut performance. Wahaha! Tapos, the food was oh-so yummy. (Thanks so much g!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s really nice seeing people you haven’t seen for a while. Tapos dagdag pa na kasing-baliw mo yung mga taong yun. Haha. Tipong may sarili na kayong mundo. At sabay sabay kayong nauulol sa paggunita ng kung ano mang nangyari nung march 31, 2005! Waaah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/1600/naenars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/320/naenars.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naenar + fergie + gee + me = total chaos. Eh kaso, dumagdag pa si iris. So panu na? haha, ang wacky mo! Baliw ka iris! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart this week!!! Because: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*One year old na si miguelito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/1600/cake%20ni%20miguel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/320/cake%20ni%20miguel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Of fergie, amorsolo and hannapong’s birthday!&lt;br /&gt;*My cousin gave birth to a cute baby boy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/1600/baby%20brother%20ni%20jed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/320/baby%20brother%20ni%20jed.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*One year na sila naenar. haha&lt;br /&gt;*it's my kunwareng nay2 and tay2's happy. and i'm proud coz i never fail to greet them. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34688171-116208660783373860?l=ilovethetalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116208660783373860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34688171&amp;postID=116208660783373860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default/116208660783373860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default/116208660783373860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/2006/10/fergie-rocks-at-18.html' title='Fergie rocks at 18'/><author><name>kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17857269128284154056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/26/3566235/343270748s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34688171.post-116134234037153169</id><published>2006-10-20T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T19:10:26.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why push me [and ate k] away?</title><content type='html'>we got our schedule today and apparently, isang malaking kasinungalingan ang kumalat na balitang kami na ang pipili ng sched. grr.. i really don't like my sched. but i don't hate it. it's just that i soo loved my sched last sem. haay. crap!&lt;br /&gt;and then, kami na nga lang dalawa ni ate k ang natitirang magka-"block". kung maituturing yun na block. tapos trip pa ata kaming paghiwalayin. ano bang tumatakbo sa mga utak ng tao sa mc,pauso. all our former blockmates are still blockmates. bakit kami ni ate k nahiwalay sa kanila? at pilit pa ring pinapaghiwalay? ano yun? ang lakas naman mangtrip oh!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero buti na lang, i've got great friends. hehe. chaka my mom let me borrow her extra fone. yung fone na dapat bibilin ko. hehe. nice!! [gab, tnx for the fab themes, mwah] &lt;br /&gt;we ate lunch at gateway. talked a lot. walked a lot. laughed a lot. and spent the rest of the afternoon at nash's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/1600/DSC00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/320/DSC00002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/1600/DSC00003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/320/DSC00003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed pepito and inday na din. and oooh, lala este bloody's car, i mean her dad's car rather is oh-so hot! ang gwapo! haha! bagsak baba namin lahat e. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad babes, tixu, mama ebid, and of course icee were not there. kelan ba tayo ulit makukumpleto? =c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34688171-116134234037153169?l=ilovethetalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116134234037153169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34688171&amp;postID=116134234037153169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default/116134234037153169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default/116134234037153169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-push-me-and-ate-k-away.html' title='why push me [and ate k] away?'/><author><name>kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17857269128284154056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/26/3566235/343270748s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34688171.post-116099919015886981</id><published>2006-10-16T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:15:00.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday yroe!</title><content type='html'>haha. her party was two nights ago. so this is sort of late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 reasons why i loved that night:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;we got all dressed up!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;we danced to the monster and weird groove, haha&lt;br /&gt;&gt;we sang, haha more&lt;br /&gt;&gt;some booze [nyak, ako ba ito?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/1600/inuman%20na.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/320/inuman%20na.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and of course i saw cilla, kwani, rech, and yroe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kanina naman we got our class cards, and okay naman. d.l. pa din naman ako. well, fine i'm happy! haha. go me!*&lt;br /&gt;-i had lunch at shakey's with keith (again), solitaire, and bloody whom i miss soo much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/1600/bloody%20and%20solitaire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/320/bloody%20and%20solitaire.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/1600/with%20keith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/320/with%20keith.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-keith had her hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;-i went to s'mall. nothing happened. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ito na lang:&lt;br /&gt;keith: ano kinanta niyo?&lt;br /&gt;me: power of two!&lt;br /&gt;keith: sino nag-gitara?&lt;br /&gt;me: wala&lt;br /&gt;keith: minus TWO???&lt;br /&gt;me: hahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34688171-116099919015886981?l=ilovethetalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116099919015886981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34688171&amp;postID=116099919015886981&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default/116099919015886981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default/116099919015886981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday-yroe.html' title='happy birthday yroe!'/><author><name>kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17857269128284154056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/26/3566235/343270748s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34688171.post-116065516470872891</id><published>2006-10-12T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T12:46:52.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ask and you shall receive...</title><content type='html'>haha.i discovered something today![sorry keith, i need to write about this] i say it's also appropriate to call this "purple or pink?! violet kaya!!" part 2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked you, and finally you admitted it. it's about time. hehe. e friends naman tayo, what's the point of hiding it from me? nyaha! anyway, i love you for being honest about it. thanks! c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had fun today! i watched tv the entire morning. i went to keith's house and wasted several hours doing nothing. we went to bayan, in front of cynneth's bakery to meet up with babes. we went to marquinton and had dinner at kfc, then went straight home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny. i love hoobastank's new song, inside of you! i find it weird coz i never liked them. pero ang cool kasi nung song. and i particularly loove the way he sings it (the whole shift from chest tone to head tone). haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34688171-116065516470872891?l=ilovethetalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116065516470872891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34688171&amp;postID=116065516470872891&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default/116065516470872891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default/116065516470872891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/2006/10/ask-and-you-shall-receive.html' title='ask and you shall receive...'/><author><name>kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17857269128284154056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/26/3566235/343270748s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34688171.post-116057187680743850</id><published>2006-10-11T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T19:47:15.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>purple or pink?! violet kaya!!</title><content type='html'>it's been two loong days since our last day. gawd, i feel so happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if i'm still not able to catch on some sleep, at least my brain no longer scrambles from all the tension i've been getting from all the school shit. yey!&lt;br /&gt;tapos, three days from now, i will finally see people that i miss sooo much. (especially rech whom i haven't seen since our graduation. haha) let's not forget, it's another chance to get all dressed up. wahaha. [yikee,yroe! i'll finally see you wearing a dress] too bad, jessica won't be able to come. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahit na bum all day lang ako, masaya pa din! i was supposed to come over keith's house kaso umulan. boo!! haha. so bukas na lang. so keith, be ready. di pa tapos yung tapatan natin. trust me,light pink ako at light purple ka!!! hahahaha! no kidding!;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/1600/mark%20urself.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/320/mark%20urself.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34688171-116057187680743850?l=ilovethetalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116057187680743850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34688171&amp;postID=116057187680743850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default/116057187680743850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default/116057187680743850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/2006/10/purple-or-pink-violet-kaya.html' title='purple or pink?! violet kaya!!'/><author><name>kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17857269128284154056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/26/3566235/343270748s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34688171.post-116023561163456732</id><published>2006-10-07T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T21:07:21.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today is the tomorrow we worried about yesterday</title><content type='html'>Today, i was unbelievably messed up and fired up. Probably because of puyat and gutom fest!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bangag to the max, i can't even recall the things that happened 5 minutes after i opened my eyes when i woke up earlier this day after an hour of dozing...&lt;br /&gt;Puro flashbacks lang, like i remember seeing tixu looking all worn out and famished and that she had no choice but to eat e-aji for breakfast. Poor tixu...&lt;br /&gt;Tapos, paspasang ligo because we're late for class. And then, another intimate moment a.k.a. jampacked sa fx. tipong 3 kami sa isang upuan sa likod. Then, bigla na lang naming ma-fefeel na naiiyak na yung isang mata namin dahil sa antok.( Take note, isa lang ha! Hehe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But making it to the deadline and watching sir L. sign my exam pass makes our "alay-lakad pasulong ng bundok sa gitna ng lahat ng imburnal at disco/christmas lights sa palibot ng mga substandard version ng eastwood sa piling ng mga JJ" all worth it. Haha&lt;br /&gt;Ang galing natin. Mahal ko na lalo kayo, mean girls nga ba talaga? Dapat ata calendar girls e! To Jan, Nuarie, Ember---I looove our gagfest! Credits go to bush, bitch and cool. Haha, it's insanely amazing how three losers make us go lupasay sa kakatawa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of this entire hell week was finding out that i also did not have to take the final exam in eco! Thank goodness! All in all, hindi talaga ako nagfinals this sem. Wahaha! All smiles now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haburtdei to my kada, reEka! [Inverse, i miss you. :c]&lt;br /&gt;I'll see ya on the 14th ha? And we'll sing nga pala!! Can't wait!c:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34688171-116023561163456732?l=ilovethetalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116023561163456732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34688171&amp;postID=116023561163456732&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default/116023561163456732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default/116023561163456732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-is-tomorrow-we-worried-about.html' title='today is the tomorrow we worried about yesterday'/><author><name>kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17857269128284154056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/26/3566235/343270748s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34688171.post-115987463685063948</id><published>2006-10-03T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T12:57:58.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence always means something…</title><content type='html'>This was indeed a truly fucked up day. i woke up 45 minutes late but i still managed to come to school on time. haha. lady luck was with me. then, babes and i were supposed to read some books to prepare ourselves for another term paper when tixu &lt;br /&gt;came running looking all worried to say she was not able to print our eng. research paper because the traveller's cafe was closed. grr. so we had to travel all the way back to the e lanes cafe in front of rob. (i'm starting to love that place. it has saved my ass twice already!) then, in the jeep on the way back to mc, i sat beside this arrogant jerk who was so full of himself. gawd, i hate that dude. i accidentally touched his left knee and you know what he did? he wiped his freakin' knee as if i was some kind of a dirty hoe. how dare him behave that way? he should not be messing with me, not when i'm feeling all drained! i was not able to hold back myself so i said, "ang kapal ng mukha ah!!!". HAHAHA. So yun, tameme siya! Go me!!! dumagdag pa yung pasaway na slide. nawasak pa! anyway,we were running and almost out of breath when we got to class only to find out that ms.B was gonna be late. aargh!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, things went a little pleasant after we had our defense. we absolutely nailed it!!! we did sooo good. haha. considering we did not really took the paper seriously. waha! (secret na lang namin kung ano yung mga magic na nangyari sa paper-making process! haha) ms.B was more than happy with our presentation, even if we did not really prepare. [we didn't even have any visuals] Seeing her looking all amazed and dumbfounded was good enough to put aside everything unfortunate that happened earlier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ooh, i got 5 in bio! so i was exempted and no longer had to take the final exam.  &lt;br /&gt;it's nice to finally see all the hardwork being paid off! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;haha, i almost forgot! today is ebid's birthday! (love you mama ebid!) we ate lunch at star carrots! [corn and carrots, the best!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sad part is, my disposition suddenly changed! haha, ang moody ko talaga! basta, i kept quiet the whole time. did't know why but i felt like doing it. i decided to go home earlier. bummer! pero ayos lang! i wasn't really in the mood to watch any film and besides, there was really nothing interesting to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haay, i feel so down. i need something to steam off. i want some ice cream. haha! or anything cold and sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/1600/jne-059_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/320/jne-059_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34688171-115987463685063948?l=ilovethetalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/feeds/115987463685063948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34688171&amp;postID=115987463685063948&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default/115987463685063948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default/115987463685063948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/2006/10/silence-always-means-something.html' title='Silence always means something…'/><author><name>kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17857269128284154056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/26/3566235/343270748s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34688171.post-115967768948257504</id><published>2006-10-01T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T12:45:48.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand On Your Own Two Feet, Baby!</title><content type='html'>Guess what? After nearly three days of being back to stone age a.k.a. no electricity and phone lines!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/1600/the%20book%20i%20read.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/320/the%20book%20i%20read.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally i'm done with my is-103 term paper. Yeah, i'm so proud of myself! Haha. Bullcrap. Two more freaking weeks then it's all done! One actually. And one more hell weekend for another paper. All praises to ms. israel. I'm gonna be living it in the next few days. Hopefully it'll be nice to me at least...&lt;br /&gt;After all the shitty drama, i say God is still on my side! Haha! Why?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;it's good to see people after days of cave living (tixu, babes, dianne) It's fun to be with friends you miss and love so much. (yikeee. keith, mama ebid and leslie, special mention) :D&lt;br /&gt;&gt;And globe na ako ulit, which means i can now reach a wider range of people plus daily chika galore with my bestest best friend, my dear! (miss you :c)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good friends always seem to make every rotten day beautiful again. i say thank you my loves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34688171-115967768948257504?l=ilovethetalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/feeds/115967768948257504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34688171&amp;postID=115967768948257504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default/115967768948257504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default/115967768948257504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/2006/10/stand-on-your-own-two-feet-baby.html' title='Stand On Your Own Two Feet, Baby!'/><author><name>kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17857269128284154056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/26/3566235/343270748s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34688171.post-115902593028315140</id><published>2006-09-23T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T23:46:14.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today is such a bellyache!</title><content type='html'>I used to enjoy saturdays but today did not go so well. Here's a list of the unfortunate things that happened to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Waking up an hour and thirty minutes earlier than my set alarm. I was still sleepy but couldn't go back to sleep because I was freaking thrilled to hear "tainted love" when my phone rang. &lt;br /&gt;    * Missing the call 'coz i was pretty much groggy pa.&lt;br /&gt;    * Having the thought of another dreadful meeting with sir kalbo haunted me. Hay, bakit ba kasi hindi na lang siya yung nagpa-free cut?&lt;br /&gt;    * As always, i arrived before the person i was meeting so i had to stand there, probably looking a little lost,  enduring all the burning stares of people passing by. Pakialamero talaga ang mga Pinoy..&lt;br /&gt;    * Having to go through a very disoriented card catalog. Plus, the antique smell from all those prehistoric books that gave babes and i  dirty hands and a nose to scratch. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;    * Coming late to our Econ class [technically, it is supposed to be a bad thing but honestly this shouldn't be on this list. it's actually one of the few nice things that happened today] Waha!&lt;br /&gt;    * Knowing i should be starving for skipping lunch but not feeling like i want to eat anything at all but i know i had to. Still, i  ended up eating shawarma rice because it's the only thing decent available in the cafeteria...&lt;br /&gt;    * Walking despite the drizzle, the squishy putik and the eewy, smelly pathway to the hs court to watch the cheerdance competition.&lt;br /&gt;    * Finding out that i already missed my friends' performances and NOT feeling impressed or at least satisfied with any of the routines i've seen.&lt;br /&gt;    * Carrying a rather heavy paper bag with 4 moderately thick books in it...&lt;br /&gt;    * Sitting beside a smelly dude in the jeep&lt;br /&gt;    * Coming in a deserted home  and  finding a note saying, "magsaing ka!" afterwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, i am such a whiner. Hehe, I have to admit. Some things you can read on my list are not that troubling. Pero ganun talaga ako eh. Pero kahit naman reklamadora ako and no matter how often i bleat about the littlest things, i'm proud to say that i always manage to find happiness in simple things! [the irony, i know]  Super dali ko rin mapasaya. For instance, one sweet smile can instantly brighten up my day! Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;All in all, my rating for this day [10 being the highest] is 7! Not bad right? all because of one word from my loving parents: YES! Haha, pinayagan kasi ako mag-overnight kina babes! How nice! See? i told ya, simple things really make my day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34688171-115902593028315140?l=ilovethetalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/feeds/115902593028315140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34688171&amp;postID=115902593028315140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default/115902593028315140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default/115902593028315140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-is-such-bellyache.html' title='today is such a bellyache!'/><author><name>kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17857269128284154056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/26/3566235/343270748s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34688171.post-115893730250245346</id><published>2006-09-22T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T12:42:26.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>celebrate good times c'mon</title><content type='html'>Today was supposed to be fun. i have always wished for this day to come but due to unforeseen circumstances, it ended up being on the list of one of the dullest and most uneventful days of my  life. Bakit ba kasi kami tinambakan ng napakadaming school shit, ngayon pa? When we should be celebrating one wonderful year of sweet friendship. How come we can no longer hang out as much as we used to? Yung tipong, bum all day or slack at keith's or tixu's until we run out of horror movies to watch? i miss those times, if i'm not mistaken there was even a time when we used to see a movie almost weekly. To the point of wasting our money on crappy films like that one which was supposed to be a horror film but ended up making us feel gago [i can't even remember the title, haha]. But of course, there were better times like everytime we'd eat at mang romano's or the time we went swimming or went for a dip rather at bloody's with vodka afterwards, followed by babe's flush and itch. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/1600/prayoree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/320/prayoree.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/1600/DSC00615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/320/DSC00615.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/1600/priory%20hehe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5655/3826/320/priory%20hehe.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say thank you to the loves of my life: babes, bloody, icee, keith, leslie, mama ebid, naaash, tixu for a fabulous year. pati na rin sa mga extensions especially sa "illuminati". you guys make college bearable. i'm looking forward to all our future escapades. &lt;br /&gt;*EXTRA.SUPER.ULTRA.MEGA.JUMBO.BIG.FAT.YUMMY HUG AND TONS OF SWEET.LUSCIOUS.JUICY.TENDER KISSES TO YOU ALL*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34688171-115893730250245346?l=ilovethetalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/feeds/115893730250245346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34688171&amp;postID=115893730250245346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default/115893730250245346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default/115893730250245346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/2006/09/celebrate-good-times-cmon.html' title='celebrate good times c&apos;mon'/><author><name>kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17857269128284154056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/26/3566235/343270748s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34688171.post-115868180671513438</id><published>2006-09-19T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T12:14:21.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this should work...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i just finished with my friendster blog. And now i'm writing this, who knew i can be so addicted to this? haha. kailangan ko lang ata ng outlet. i feel so tired after all the brainstorming. hell, i need some rest. But here i am, writing about things that probably don't make any sense for some. pero, ako enjoy! kaya sorry na lang. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Sana lang magtagal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was thinking about what to put here, i ran across this awesome site with cool things you can put in your blog. i picked this one and here's the result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 35% Normal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/hownormalareyouquiz/occasionally-normal.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sure do march to your own beat...&lt;br /&gt;But you're so weird, people wonder if it's a beat at all&lt;br /&gt;You think on a totally different wavelength&lt;br /&gt;And it's often a chore to get people to understand you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/hownormalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Normal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i knew something was wrong with me! but hey, i cannot be THAT weird! Waha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34688171-115868180671513438?l=ilovethetalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/feeds/115868180671513438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34688171&amp;postID=115868180671513438&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default/115868180671513438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34688171/posts/default/115868180671513438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovethetalking.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-should-work.html' title='this should work...'/><author><name>kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17857269128284154056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/53/26/3566235/343270748s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
