<?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-21384892</id><updated>2011-09-06T20:45:15.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spinning my Life's taLe</title><subtitle type='html'>just me and my 'creative' guts. minus the doubting and the fears.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link 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multiply. kind of describes how i'm feeling now. it's like even if i have only two days of classes, i am so so tired! it's as if the five days that should have been my sleeping or bum days have turned into extension days to do school work - CSRs and bazaars, homeworks and papers, and the endless chapter-long readings. i have no time anymore to watch movies or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deathnote&lt;/span&gt;, and the only time i can read for leisure is during meal times. and maybe whenever we have a litera2 reading assignment. besides that, my sched's nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;i was scanning my planner this morning and i realized that ever since the start of the term, i have something important or urgent to do every single day! and i'm not even part of any org. sadness, though, that despite my packed sched, i don't get stressed enough to not eat. hence, i am still a bilog. gawd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;i've been having bad shoes days. as in they disintegrate - fine, OA ang term but it's the one that popped into my mind - while i'm wearing them. well, cheap lang naman yung shoes (below Php500) and almost or more than a year naman na sila so okay lang din. must be a sign that i should start buying shoes na. hmm. sneakers, actually. chucks, to be more specific.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;i need money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;i need an iPod na talaga. sana i-require na talaga kami ni ENTEMIS prof ng podcasts para mapilitan ako mag-ask kay ma ng iPod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;i need smartbro. ay, gusto ko lang pala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;i want &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lolita&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;i want din &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the sleeping beauty trilogy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;erotica, i know, pero pahiramin niyo na ako please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;miss ko na magbasa ng &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the clique&lt;/span&gt; novels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;i wonder why i stopped reading &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gossip girls&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-1351305741418185991?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1351305741418185991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=1351305741418185991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/1351305741418185991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/1351305741418185991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2008/01/three-parts-dead.html' title='three parts dead'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-713465376342502134</id><published>2008-01-15T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T10:49:47.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>currently on (blogger) vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;i'm on multiply, as of now. yep, even my &lt;a href="http://chiventeeng17.multiply.com/journal"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;'s there.&lt;br /&gt;oops. but for multiply contacts only. sorry, selfish ba?&lt;br /&gt;i just need a change of something.&lt;br /&gt;gawd, wish ko lang pumayat na ako uli.&lt;br /&gt;pero ang sarap kumaiiin.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. self-control nga naman oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-713465376342502134?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/713465376342502134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=713465376342502134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/713465376342502134'/><link rel='self' 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from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-2101682169310335304?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2101682169310335304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=2101682169310335304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/2101682169310335304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/2101682169310335304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2008/01/leaving-maybe.html' title='leaving (maybe)'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-8855149764746408651</id><published>2008-01-08T06:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T06:39:33.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nakakahawa</title><content type='html'>Today is the day&lt;br /&gt;The worst day of my life&lt;br /&gt;You're so content it hurts me&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;The cost of misery&lt;br /&gt;Is at an all time high&lt;br /&gt;I keep it hidden&lt;br /&gt;Close to the surface in sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to fall&lt;br /&gt;I can't hardly breathe&lt;br /&gt;When I'm going down don't worry about me&lt;br /&gt;Don't try this at home&lt;br /&gt;You said you don't see&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to know that you know, it should have been me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you be with him?&lt;br /&gt;Or was it just a lie?&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't catch you like I do&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know why&lt;br /&gt;You change your clothes and your hair&lt;br /&gt;But I can't change your mind&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm uninvited&lt;br /&gt;So unrequited now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to fall&lt;br /&gt;I can't hardly breathe&lt;br /&gt;When I'm going down don't worry about me&lt;br /&gt;Don't try this at home&lt;br /&gt;You said you don't see&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to know that you know, it should have been me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words screaming in my head&lt;br /&gt;Why did you leave?&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stop dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Watching you and him&lt;br /&gt;When it should have been&lt;br /&gt;It should have been me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day&lt;br /&gt;The worst day of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to fall&lt;br /&gt;I can't hardly breathe&lt;br /&gt;When I'm going down don't worry about me&lt;br /&gt;Don't try this at home&lt;br /&gt;You said you don't see&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to know that you know, it should have been me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa (I'm learning to fall, I can't hardly breathe)&lt;br /&gt;(I don't want to know that you know, it should have been me)&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you know, it should have been me)&lt;br /&gt;Whoa (Don't try this at home, You said you don't see)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to know that you know, it should've been me&lt;br /&gt;Whoa (I'm learning to fall, I can't hardly breathe)&lt;br /&gt;(I don't want to know that you know, it should have been me)&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you know, it should have been me&lt;br /&gt;Whoa (Don't try this at home, You said you don't see)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to know that you know, it should've been me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;***shooters. nahawa na 'ata ako kina jec at mong. 'ata lang. ;)***&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-8855149764746408651?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8855149764746408651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=8855149764746408651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/8855149764746408651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/8855149764746408651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2008/01/nakakahawa.html' title='nakakahawa'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-6745844246867928933</id><published>2008-01-07T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T22:35:23.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so i went</title><content type='html'>everytime i think i can walk away,&lt;br /&gt;all i have to do is enter&lt;br /&gt;and i'll forget all my reasons for walking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akala mo naman kung para saan.&lt;br /&gt;first day ng school at narealize kong na-miss ko na naman ang la salle&lt;br /&gt;kahit mga 2 weeks lang akong hindi pumasok.&lt;br /&gt;may kaklase 'ata ako na kakilala sa lahat ng class.&lt;br /&gt;yung iba medyo fineefeeling close ko na&lt;br /&gt;para may sure kausap ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;PRODMAN:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; classmate ko si tintiners at si carla. mga mates ko sa quatech pahirap. hanggang prodman naman, kami pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;LITERA2:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; classmate ko si mic na 'di ko pa dinadalhan ng chocolates. si raffy nasa class ko din. may mga CBE faces pero 'di namin kaclose. most people, CLA-ers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ENTEMIS:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; parang envscan at manpers lang. geof's in my class, as well as si jec and si mong. kaya lang lilipat daw ang dalawang mokong. pray pray pray na 'di na. kelangan ko sila. tapos mukhang magkakanew friends kasi struggle sa prof, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;break:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; gawd, may break ako. haha! i went with trish, phil, and ralen. ang galing, mapapaDBT kada na rin a'ata ako, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;RELSFOR:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; hello blockmates. jig, ponds (missed kalokohan ni ponds!), ken, juno, and dan were all in my class. cinds and gerd were there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;PARTCOR:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; not ka-close but keith and merricke are in my class and i guess i'll be fine kahit sanchez ang prof kasi ok naman mga makakasama ko. kelangan ko nga lang lumipat ng seat, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then tambaaay sa school. ang sarap talaga ng gabi sa la salle. everytime inaabot ako ng gabi dun, parang ayaw ko na umalis. napatanong tuloy si dad up to what time daw ako. siyempre inamin kong tambay ako. no comment naman siya, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oyeh, may bago na akong thing: phone. 'di nga lang galing states. at baka magbago na din ako ng SIM card dahil nabuburaot na ako maghintay na matanggal ng Globe ang roaming ko. ubusin ko muna ang load ko kakatawag sa mga tao. tapos.. pwede na ako bumili ng bagong SIM, wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crush hunting at the moment. mahirap na mag-stick sa bawal. haaay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-6745844246867928933?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6745844246867928933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=6745844246867928933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/6745844246867928933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/6745844246867928933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-i-went.html' title='so i went'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-355539068283037486</id><published>2008-01-04T07:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T07:17:23.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>three still</title><content type='html'>tomorrow we leave the land of cold-but-no-snow. but it would not be us three, shark, burth, and i. it would only me and shark. it dawned to me last night that for five months or even a whole year (depending on the flight arrangements), we would not see burth. and it kind of teared me up. okay, it teared me up a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's only two birth years younger than me and one school year younger. through the years, we had friends from school who were both ours, despite the year level. most of the time, it's me with the younger ones, haha! oh yes, there were gimiks out - a lot of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funny thing about her is she shared heartache. and when i say that, i mean my heartache. when i was left and i was crying while telling her my story, she cried with me. when it was not meant to be (at least i think so) and i was tearful while telling my story, she teared up with me. &lt;strike&gt;sisters&lt;/strike&gt; sistars, what can i say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time that we'll be apart for a really long time. even the thought that we would be all together again after a year isn't enough to console for the nights and days with no chichi updates from all three of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what one gets for being too close with her sisters, haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-355539068283037486?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/355539068283037486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=355539068283037486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/355539068283037486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/355539068283037486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2008/01/three-still.html' title='three still'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-1051852922774406523</id><published>2008-01-01T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T02:14:31.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohmygawd</title><content type='html'>taena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sina chino pala may-ari ng &lt;a href = http://unschooledclothing.multiply.com&gt;unschooled clothing&lt;/a&gt;! i dunno who else ang kasama niya but this is what happened kasi. i was invited by this unschooled clothing sa multiply. to be my classmate ha, not a business contact like the usual nagbebenta ng clothes. tapos nakita kong taga-alabang AT si champ ay ginawa pang model. tapos.. *stalker mode* naisip ko lang hanapin si chino sa friendster pero totally not dahil naisip kong connected siya sa unschooled. whoot! shoutout ba naman eh check out daw unschooled sa multiply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;labooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice ang statements ng shirts, lalo na yung &lt;a href = http://unschooledclothing.multiply.com/photos/photo/4/12.JPG&gt;likod&lt;/a&gt; ng &lt;a href = http://unschooledclothing.multiply.com/photos/photo/4/11.jpg&gt;backstabbed shirt&lt;/a&gt; nila, but yung shirt nila ay hindi artwork-like. sorry naman, biased again pero ganung kind kasi sana gusto ko. pero maglalabas daw sila ng hoodies and caps! and since i'm with this hoodie-cap-sneaks fever right now (dahil 'ata sa &lt;a href = http://www.clandestineindustries.com&gt;clandestine&lt;/a&gt;), i am sooo waiting for that! cross fingers na maganda mga ilalabas nila :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. wonder if si chino makikipagmeet up if ever?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-1051852922774406523?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1051852922774406523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=1051852922774406523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/1051852922774406523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/1051852922774406523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2008/01/ohmygawd.html' title='ohmygawd'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-3827307503056691047</id><published>2007-12-29T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T21:22:32.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can i just say..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color = pink&gt;.&lt;strike&gt;that i miss you&lt;/strike&gt; that maybe i don't care what they'll be saying&lt;br /&gt;.that it's so freakin' cold here but the snow is yet to fall&lt;br /&gt;.that i'm worried about my flight&lt;br /&gt;.that i'm also worried about how the hell i'm going to pay my tuition fee for next term when i'm on the plane&lt;br /&gt;.that i just remembered that my dad is in the phil and could pay for me&lt;br /&gt;.that i have to make up a list of people to give chocolates to&lt;br /&gt;.that i'm going home&lt;br /&gt;.oh gawd, one more thing: my phone died out on me again. sooo, i can't receive any message dammit. i have no idea if mom's going to buy me one or dad will. whatever. basta dapat powder pink, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this moving thing keeps splitting my family apart. first it was my mom. now it's my sister, burth, who's staying here. by summer, it will be shark. maybe. then me. then dad after a year or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang labooo. i so can't wait for all of us to just be together in one spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-3827307503056691047?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3827307503056691047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=3827307503056691047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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airports. my mom paid agents to take care of us and our papers while we go around the various airports. the one from NAIA is a lasallian through and through - GH then taft. the one from nagoya, japan is the female version of billy martin of good charlotte. i was like staring at her because i couldn't figure out why she looked so familiar then i almost burst out laughing when i realized whom she looked like. then we got stuck on the plane for about 11 hours before we touched down in detroit. another agent met us and we got through the immigration okay. the agent sent us to the UM (unaccompanied minors) room where there was free snacks. i was in junk food heaven, haha! another agent got us to the plane an hour later and after about two hours, we were in baltimore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, i just remembered: my sisters and i were supposed to be seated at the economy seats through every plane ride. however, the plane crew were so nice that they transferred us to the world business class just because. the seats were looove - personal monitors for movies of our choice, super alaga kami, then super spacious. yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so miss the philippines already. my dad sounded teary over the phone but so was i, hahaha! and him. and PNK. and la salle. rar. mom checked our passports and when she saw what was nakastamp there, she also said na mukha ngang makakauwi kami agad. at least that made me a bit happier. sana nga. i cannot stay here. it's fun shopping for clothes and seeing new places but it's so damn cold. i might go back na lang on summers. i can't believe it but they can wear sleeveless pala here on summer. kewl. i thought this was like snowland. people, walang snow here! well, wala pa. sa detroit meron. i want to touch snow. fall, please please please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i am doing this via the wifi powers of some JOSH guy. thank goodness for free things. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-3071271924952297130?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3071271924952297130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=3071271924952297130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/3071271924952297130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/3071271924952297130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/12/on-foreign-land.html' title='on foreign land'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-8314847474228814394</id><published>2007-12-19T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T18:53:38.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all you need is a little cry</title><content type='html'>sisters are blessings.&lt;br /&gt;they're always good listeners..&lt;br /&gt;especially when you're already breaking down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i vowed that i was going to be strong about this.&lt;br /&gt;apparently, i can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;this is going to take more than chocolate bars,&lt;br /&gt;a cry fest,&lt;br /&gt;and time away from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do not ask me why this is happening to me&lt;br /&gt;because i cannot explain it myself.&lt;br /&gt;it's only been a month&lt;br /&gt;and already,&lt;br /&gt;i'm here, semi-damaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what sucks the most?&lt;br /&gt;that it could have been something wonderful&lt;br /&gt;if only i am not what i am..&lt;br /&gt;or he isn't what he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana alien na lang pala kami.&lt;br /&gt;charing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously,&lt;br /&gt;why do i put myself through this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only you weren't so nice,&lt;br /&gt;so concerned,&lt;br /&gt;so thoughtful,&lt;br /&gt;so.. &lt;i&gt;sweet&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;so open to me,&lt;br /&gt;so easy to talk to,&lt;br /&gt;and very accepting of my quirks..&lt;br /&gt;then maybe i wouldn't like you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could just pack you in my luggage&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;take you with me.&lt;br /&gt;then maybe we can just forget what everyone says&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;do what we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero &lt;b&gt;asa&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;masyado kasi tayong mabait na mga bata..&lt;br /&gt;at isa pa, hindi ka 'ata kasya sa maleta ko. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst thing about this?&lt;br /&gt;i can't even EAT.&lt;br /&gt;i somehow lost my appetite along the way.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dearies, ume-emo lang nang wala sa lugar. na medyo kailangan ko lang talaga magsalita because as of now, i'm not very nice to talk to. nawawala brain ko. puro mata ko lang at ilong nagfufunction.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-8314847474228814394?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8314847474228814394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=8314847474228814394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/8314847474228814394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/8314847474228814394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-you-need-is-little-cry.html' title='all you need is a little cry'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-2720319402083370234</id><published>2007-12-18T07:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:27:24.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pinky world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/R2cMBpLkGdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/s1_1hNCu8TI/s1600-h/81_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/R2cMBpLkGdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/s1_1hNCu8TI/s400/81_small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145094321667840466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stardust is on the verge of dying. this is the third time that she's conked out on me. the repair guy is going to be a very rich man. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the first time i saw this phone online, i fell in love with it. i swore to get it as soon as they have it na in the philippines. and i did get it ASAP. i find it funny that everytime someone asks me "anong meron sa phone na 'yan at binili mo?" i couldn't say anything that's so special about it that drove me to but it. just that it's pink. not &lt;b&gt;hot&lt;/b&gt; pink, but &lt;i&gt;powder&lt;/i&gt;/&lt;i&gt;pale&lt;/i&gt;/&lt;i&gt;light&lt;/i&gt; pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm deciding what pink phone to buy next. only two options so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;nokia 6120&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/R2cMcZLkGeI/AAAAAAAAADA/ojAmWSZXE2w/s1600-h/nokia+6120.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/R2cMcZLkGeI/AAAAAAAAADA/ojAmWSZXE2w/s400/nokia+6120.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145094781229341154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;nokia n73&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/R2cNApLkGfI/AAAAAAAAADI/jwaFBdTes64/s1600-h/nokn73pink_l1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/R2cNApLkGfI/AAAAAAAAADI/jwaFBdTes64/s400/nokn73pink_l1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145095403999599090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, something's wrong with me. nag-iisip bata na naman ako kung kailan matanda na ako. hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-2720319402083370234?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2720319402083370234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=2720319402083370234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/2720319402083370234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/2720319402083370234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/12/pinky-world.html' title='pinky world'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/R2cMBpLkGdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/s1_1hNCu8TI/s72-c/81_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-5124015816062255034</id><published>2007-12-16T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T22:45:10.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever you call it</title><content type='html'>take your pick:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = http://clandestineindustries.seenon.com/index.php?v=All&amp;pagemax=all&gt;clandestine industries&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;designed (and worn) by pete wentz of fall out boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = http://bandmerch.seenon.com/index.php?v=level27&amp;pagemax=all&gt;level 27&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;designed (and worn) by billy martin of good charlotte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am neither punk or emo.. i think. but i so admire both of the bands and most especially both of the guys since i deem them as mega- and multi-talented people. and since i'm moving nearer them, i am thinking of which brand to splurge on first. the bats, hoodies, and baby tees are all drool-worthy.. for me, at least. wah, super hearts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been sifting through the net for hours. i am such a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = http://www.level27online.com/&gt;LEVEL 27&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = http://www.clandestineindustries.com/&gt;CLNDSTN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-5124015816062255034?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5124015816062255034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=5124015816062255034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/5124015816062255034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/5124015816062255034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/12/whatever-you-call-it.html' title='whatever you call it'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-3991331846425304090</id><published>2007-12-15T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T23:20:47.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it will be a long while</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color = brown&gt;in a week's time, i'll be somewhere across the world, getting my a** frozen because of the snowstorms there. up until now, my bags still aren't packed. even the thought that i might forget something vital does not motivate me to begin the task. it's not that i'm scared to go there; i'm scared that i won't be able to come back once i step on the foreign soil. hmm, how many times have i said that before? sorry, it's just that creepy not to know how long i'm going to be stuck in icelandia. oh, don't get me wrong, i'd love to see my mom and meet the people she works with - who, by the way, also wants us kiddies to work with them - but no way would i want to be there until the second week of january. if i have to be bullheaded about it, i'd stand my ground that i want to finish here. give me strength, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other thing that excites me about this trip is the thought of winter clothes! i think pats' love for winter outfits rubbed on me because over the past few weeks, i've been repeatedly visiting shops that sell these kinds of clothes. top of the list are the shops you see at almost any ayala mall (and MOA, hehe!): zara, topshop, mango, gap, terranova. but why oh why do they cost so much? still, go kami magkakapatid maghanap ng coat, scarves, gloves, and socks. i think we love zara and gap best. we took the longest times checking out their stuff, fitting, and asking for reservations. goodness, buti na lang there are no reservation fees. but when i went canvassing with alex, pats, and cla, super tumagal naman kami sa terranova. alex insists pa on buying from the kids' section kasi mas cute nga naman talaga ang colors. the demand of the girls? pics of me in winter clothes! hope i don't look like an icicle sa pics, haha! makes me crave even more to be going home and ichichi lahat sa kanila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've also been doing excessive bonding with all groups of people. most of the time, it's with dad and my sisters. however, siyempre nasa school pa ako the past two weeks so may times din with the mean girls, with trish, and mga classmates ko na minsan eh may sayad. (walang konek, i just had to say that!) then there are the out-of-school UBEs. yumminess. i'm so going to miss them! but soreh guys, walang despidida. magmumukha lang lalong 'di na ako babalik, haha! yes, i will be back!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..but if i don't come back, always message me, ok? ;)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-3991331846425304090?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3991331846425304090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=3991331846425304090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/3991331846425304090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/3991331846425304090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-will-be-long-while.html' title='it will be a long while'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-6194912104769318224</id><published>2007-11-30T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T22:07:53.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>certainty issues</title><content type='html'>i really really am not ready to leave this damned country. i do not care how many more coup de tats occur or &lt;strike&gt;if a civil war should erupt&lt;/strike&gt; how much longer the president stays. all i know is i want to finish my degree before i stay in the states. i doubt that anything my mom would tell me over the vacation would change my mind. my friends and dad could attest to my being stubborn when i really want something. i just hope i could make mom see how important it is for me to come home. i wouldn't want to go on a guilt trip on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i could stretch the term longer! i'd go out with everyone that i could go out with just to be sure that i've bonded with them enough. aww, my amoebas. they asked me during our last corporate meeting on the final decision regarding the US thingie. all i said was that &lt;b&gt;nothing&lt;/b&gt; is final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just can't miss next term. and the term after that. grr. i really pray that the re-entry permit thingie is for real and could help me through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really want to tell you things which would probably shock you.. but then again, maybe not. for once in my life, i'm truly at loss for words. i wish i could put the thoughts into words but everytime i try, the words just cower back into nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad wants the four of us (him plus us three) to have some sort of heart-to-heart talk before the three of us left for the US. i smell cryfest coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my beloved stardust is at some phone repair shop. she got some virus from my laptop. ugh. she's going to be there for about 3 days. the horror. at least i have my old phone which isn't that old naman, haha! my goodness talaga. i'm going to kill whomever said that macs are virus-free. pfft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-6194912104769318224?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6194912104769318224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=6194912104769318224' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/6194912104769318224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/6194912104769318224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/11/certainty-issues.html' title='certainty issues'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-1424869865223782194</id><published>2007-11-22T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T00:24:46.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks to cole</title><content type='html'>since i'm decaying in front of my laptop, awaiting the end of the Y!M session, i decided to look through cole's blog for some everyday mean reads. haha! peace! aaand, i found her post about &lt;a href = http://magistral.multiply.com/journal/item/161/That_Google_game...&gt;a certain game&lt;/a&gt; that made me curious. so i followed the instructions (i only put "Ching likes" though) and here's what i got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ching likes to take risks. (referring to Temasek's chief, Ho Ching)&lt;br /&gt;2. Ching likes US chances at Gold Cup. (at least this is a soccer thing)&lt;br /&gt;3. Ching likes to say, "i learned long ago not to wrestle with a pig. you get dirty and besides, the pig likes it." (cute)&lt;br /&gt;4. Ching likes Abyo. (of course, i read pa the article only to find out that Abyo is a friend of Pucca! found &lt;a href = http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=QBs7YtcjyX0&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href = http://www.youtube.com&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt;. he's actually kind of cute.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Ching likes to shop. (oh hey, jackpot, haha! "She is a very sweet girl with virtually no enemies, who can often be seen jump-roping, and playing with her best friend Pucca." from &lt;a href = http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_characters_in_Pucca#Ching&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;. and no, that quoted part does not apply, haha!)&lt;br /&gt;6. Ching likes to jump. (from youtube. it was a chinese toddler, by the way.)&lt;br /&gt;7. Ching likes to get up and down the lines. (some soccer forward named Brian Ching.)&lt;br /&gt;8. Ching likes it much. ("it" being the color &lt;a href = &gt;http://leyching.multiply.com/journal/item/290/Indeed_PINK_my_favouritepink&lt;/a&gt;. gad, i wish i had hair like hers.)&lt;br /&gt;9. Ching likes Zai too. (both are participants from &lt;i&gt;one in a million&lt;/i&gt;, some singing contest and the people were quarreling about them, hahaha! the thread was entitled pa &lt;a href = http://messageboard.bluehyppo.com/viewtopic.php?p=337880&amp;sid=54feab78d42f050afbfeb45808a7efd6&gt;"i want my CHING back"&lt;/a&gt;, wahoho!)&lt;br /&gt;10. Ching likes funny silly movies. (yes yes yes. and kamusta namang JEFF&amp;CHING pa ang &lt;a href = http://www.myspace.com/jeffching&gt;profile&lt;/a&gt;. wahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;11. Ching "likes to post up on the middle guy, which would be me" - bobby boswell (referring to the same soccer dude in number 7. my oh my.)&lt;br /&gt;12. Ching likes to watch spiders spin webs. (seryoso. this is about singaporean writer, mei ching tan.)&lt;br /&gt;13. Ching likes Davin a lot. (they said more but i really don't understand what it was all about.)&lt;br /&gt;14. Ching likes to play where it's hard. (please. they were talking about soccer.)&lt;br /&gt;15. Ching likes him. (oooh! haha, they were talking about the friend of pucca yet again. apparently, they were deducing that ching likes ABYO. there were hearts daw coming out of her head - gory image - in one scene.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took me three google pages to get some decent sentences. and most of them are repeat people pa. hmph. haha! i guess my name's not that easy afterall. then again, kesa naman first name ko ang itype ko!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-1424869865223782194?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1424869865223782194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=1424869865223782194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/1424869865223782194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/1424869865223782194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanks-to-cole.html' title='thanks to cole'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-7373145944468101437</id><published>2007-11-21T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T23:50:47.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-ber months</title><content type='html'>september 'til now spelled the weirdest months for me. people around me just get so.. wacky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are people who insist that we go out since i'm leaving soon.&lt;br /&gt;there was a guy who apparently broke up with his gf. like that's going to help him.&lt;br /&gt;there are people who swap partners like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;and there are some who believe that they'll be together for always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's difficult to be discussing love with a guy.. much more with a guy who does not share the same views as you. he thinks it's never too early to fall in love; i think there's a minimum age. (though i don't know what. i never really thought about it.) he thinks that if one has really loved, it takes years to move on. for me, it's a person-to-person thing. it depends mostly on your partner - whether he is a crackhead or not. because if you had a quite peaceful breakup, i have a feeling that it would be more difficult to move on, especially if you'r still talking just days after the breakup. gives too much damn hope, i think. then again, if you had a nasty breakup naman, you cannot move on until you feel like you've been avenged. hmm. or maybe that's just my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he thinks flings are too many to be counted. for me, flings are those MU thingies that never came to life (please, understand na lang, it's almost 12mn). and not just those assumed MU ha, the we've-both-told-each-other-how-we-feel kind ito. it's a wonder why i don't feel like i want to bop him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i usually dislike it when people argue with my views - the bull side of taurean me, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, maybe it's because he always says things in a way that does not make him sound like he's challenging you to a love debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i don't crush him. i just wish other guys would be more level-headed. of all people i can't stand, it's those with so much drama in their life that they (un)consciously spill it over other persons' lives just so we can join them in their little production. gad, i hate it when guys act up. lalo na those na you respected pa naman. and why can't they just leave us alone? seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;storm's here. can you feel it settling in? like it's not going to go away until the new year rolls in..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-7373145944468101437?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7373145944468101437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=7373145944468101437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/7373145944468101437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/7373145944468101437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/11/ber-months.html' title='-ber months'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-6388376979340326260</id><published>2007-11-20T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T12:34:43.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>low tolerance</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color = blue&gt;seriously - you are so childish. i do not understand what game you're playing but puh-lease do not include me in it. i am in no state to be bumping elbows with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends are so cute. they all got TH classes (except jOn) and i am stuck with an MW sched. which means i have to be going to school exclusively for company meetings. but it's fine. it's so much better to see them at least once a week kesa naman none at all 'di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm driven nuts. i &lt;b&gt;cannot&lt;/b&gt; go on like this. hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i'm leaving in a month.&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe that i &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; don't know if i'm returning.&lt;br /&gt;if we do return though, i wish things wouldn't be so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it will be so much better when you're done with your little drama. get a hold of yourself; it's unbelievable that i know someone who's so weak. i wonder how you even cope with bigger stuff. there &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; bigger stuff, right? you four can now form a club - then go kill each other. it just might make life easier for you.. all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do people get around being so mean?&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could do it on a daily basis. XD&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-6388376979340326260?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6388376979340326260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=6388376979340326260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/6388376979340326260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/6388376979340326260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/11/low-tolerance.html' title='low tolerance'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-4103100026546593400</id><published>2007-11-17T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T18:11:44.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too fast, too soon?</title><content type='html'>:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-4103100026546593400?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4103100026546593400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=4103100026546593400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/4103100026546593400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/4103100026546593400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/11/too-fast-too-soon.html' title='too fast, too soon?'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-227349703293070799</id><published>2007-11-11T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T23:11:53.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bookworm</title><content type='html'>i finally checked out &lt;a href = http://www.shelfari.com&gt;shelfari&lt;/a&gt;, thanks to abdul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my profile is kind of whacked, i'm not used pa to editing the whole thing. but i sooo enjoy adding books to my shelf. i'm kind of a bookworm (but not like mille and cole who are, like, book snakes :P) and it was major nostalgia for me. i gave away na kasi some of my baby-sitters club and sweet valley books and with just a few keys, i see them again on the screen. i got hooked on those books that i really bought new ones as soon as may makita akong bago. dati nga, my mom used to make me add up pa how much i spent na on all my books. that was when Php129 each pa. imagine my books now, Php300 up na ang prices. (but then again, there are some great finds from booksale - i got some books for 5 to 20 bucks lang and though the pages are yellowing, they're complete naman :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i encountered a question once, "if you had unlimited access to money, what would you spend it on: books or clothes?" even if i don't have unlimited access sa money, whenever i do have money and i'm deciding between clothes and books, i always buy books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after a day, i complain about having no clothes anymore. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-227349703293070799?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/227349703293070799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=227349703293070799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/227349703293070799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/227349703293070799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/11/bookworm.html' title='bookworm'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-4696441824323777824</id><published>2007-11-09T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T22:27:52.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just let it go</title><content type='html'>when something bad happens to me, something that affected me greatly, i always end up writing about it. net or paper, it's the same for me, as long as i let it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a wreck while waiting to talk to my prodman prof. i knew how strict he was and how sharp his tongue can get. this morning, i talked to him and when i was talking to him, he was actually nice. he just pointed out that there was a fault on my part and i kept on nodding and saying yes because i knew that i really caused this on myself. he also said that he was happy to see that i smiling - he said that meant that i had let the matter go, that i had accepted it in my heart that i was not to take prodman anymore. and so i thanked him and let myself out of the room. i was at peace because everything was okay again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when the amoebas talked to me after their prodman, my fears returned.&lt;br /&gt;"hay naku ching, may &lt;i&gt;favorite&lt;/i&gt; prof ka na."&lt;br /&gt;"grabe, ang evil evil niya!"&lt;br /&gt;"kung anu-ano pinagsasabi!"&lt;br /&gt;of course, i asked what they meant.&lt;br /&gt;"ay naku mamaya na after ng fab-u-man quiz, ang sama talaga niya!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends were true to their word. they were quite vague because they didn't give me the blow-by-blow replay but i got the idea. apparently, as soon as i was out of earshot, &lt;b&gt;that man&lt;/b&gt; said that he should have been shouting at me. it was all my fault daw. he even shared his OPINION with the WHOLE CLASS that i was lying about being enrolled in his class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, why on earth would i &lt;i&gt;waste&lt;/i&gt; my time in his prodman class, waking up at 6:30 MWF mornings if i was not enrolled in his damned class? hello, seriously!&lt;br /&gt;for another, why would i lie about something like that? i don't know where he gets his ideas but has anyone really thought about lying about the classes s/he is enrolled in?! eh we all know how sophisticated naman the la salle system, there's &lt;strike&gt;little&lt;/strike&gt; NO chance you'll trick it. hello talaga.&lt;br /&gt;lastly, he has a class list he generated from the very same la salle system that told him not to accept me in his class. he got that list a week after class started. and my name is on the list. i know because that's what he uses to take attendance. hello uli, isn't that proof enough that i did enroll in his class?&lt;br /&gt;lastly, i showed him my EAF kanina. and PRODMAN K35 MWF 0920-1020 L331 BOLINAO was typed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really respected that man. but that was just unforgivable. i now believe that you really can't teach an old dog new tricks. he's caged in this belief that i out to cheat the la salle system. the old man was blinded by his own pride that he knew students too well that he cannot be wrong about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he was. he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't let it just go kanina. i cried to my friends. it was frustrating to be accused of something, and that it be announced to a whole lot of people.. and i cannot even defend myself. that was what i hated most - the feeling of defeat. i knew i was right but i cannot do anything with what i know. then pats told me something that almost made me cry again for a completely different reason:&lt;br /&gt;"hay naku, kung hindi lang talaga niya ako sisigawan, sinabi ko na sa kanya na di mo naman kasalanan yun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't say anything to that. i didn't need to. it was then that i realized that it didn't matter what the other 30+ people believed. it does not matter because i have my friends and they know that truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks guys. the cry was worth it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to you mister, i'll see you next term i guess. wahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-4696441824323777824?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4696441824323777824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=4696441824323777824' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/4696441824323777824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/4696441824323777824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-let-it-go.html' title='just let it go'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-7458876045526934293</id><published>2007-11-08T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T13:20:19.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MTV crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href = http://www.mtv.com&gt;mtv&lt;/a&gt;'s my mate while doing my manpers paper. manpers, by the way is personnel management. the paper consists of two cases that we were to analyze. my analysis of the second case turned into a philippine constitution review. i wonder what my prof will think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, went jumping around in &lt;a href = http://www.youtube.com&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt;, influenced by mtv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8alyqnPyyvI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8alyqnPyyvI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she reminds me of marilyn manson. i think it must be the eyeliner. kind of christina aguilera too.. and panic! at the disco.. and blondie.. and my wish for a red head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ph6mo7KONyg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ph6mo7KONyg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so glad they changed the vocalist. kyle patrick i sooo hot beyond words. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MVCz8aIpMbI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MVCz8aIpMbI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siya yung new vocalist ng maya?! he was super puti nung nakita ko sa school. if he's from bicol, why did he say he's from makati city? may house siya dun? (urk, bakit mukhang interesado? wahaha!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-7458876045526934293?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7458876045526934293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=7458876045526934293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/7458876045526934293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/7458876045526934293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/11/mtv-crazy.html' title='MTV crazy'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-3642111172635982500</id><published>2007-11-07T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T18:12:12.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>will this never end?</title><content type='html'>man, ang emo naman ng title. haha! i was dropped from prodman. i studied pa naman for the quiz! as in majorly studied - only to find out that ms. beth and the registrar have dropped me na from the class! and &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; was &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;nice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; enough to announce it in class and while we were taking the quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, &lt;b&gt;tact&lt;/b&gt; naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, there was a mix up. i was supposed to deliver to ms. beth the letter that the BM head made me write so that we can forward it to the registrar sooo that i won't be dropped from prodman. but it's too late na - midterms na and long ago pa ako na-drop without me knowing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i don't get a 0.0 and i get a refund. i smell new clothes, wahaha! second chances, here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, depressing lang kasi 15 units lang ako tapos delayed pa ako sa majors ko. i am dying. i can NOT wait to graduate and here i am, delayed a term. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note, sugarfree, rivermaya, and the dawn were at LS awhile ago. i thought nga koskee and urbandub would play but sa san beda pala 'yun. i was jumping pa naman kanina sa SJ walk. but rivermaya's good enough for me. too good that when i began &lt;i&gt;shrieking&lt;/i&gt; japs' name, my friends went for cover just so they won't be seen with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmph, nakakahiya daw ako. ano pa kaya yung girl na nagwawala with poster pa nung the dawn na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jayson, the new vocalist of rivermaya is too young-looking. he did an ok job. not fab but ok. he's just starting so i hope he'll get better pa. i think japs, mike, and mark drew more blood (oooh, chicosci haha!) from the crowd than he did. and no, from my view, he isn't as hot as japs. maybe he should try handling the guitars too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have my dear shirt! attalaaast! mukha na akong ewan sa &lt;a href = http://animoism.multiply.com&gt;animoism&lt;/a&gt; booths that i visit - laging wala ang simon atkins shirt that my sister wants so badly. next week na naman daw. consolation sana sa kanya: we saw atkins pass my animo kanina. hotness, naka-animoism shirt din siya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-3642111172635982500?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3642111172635982500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=3642111172635982500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/3642111172635982500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/3642111172635982500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/11/will-this-never-end.html' title='will this never end?'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-8760196442030580081</id><published>2007-11-06T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T23:41:08.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not so funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color = maroon&gt;i can't write anymore. i can't write. gad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i try to write something with sense, it goes poof after a while. i don't know if there are too many distractions or if i'm trying too hard to write. but then again maybe i enjoy telling stories with pictures now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't knooow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i sure miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puh-lease, i need my brain to work so i can write again. and again. and again. and again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i have too many books lined up. and dvds. and homework. i don't know how the hell am i supposed to finish everthing before the christmas break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister's super worried that we won't be returning home after the break. that isn't my prob. my problem is my enrollment. if i don't return, i automatically fail all that i enrolled in and la salle, my beloved home, would kick me out. that's a scarier situation for me. so near sighted, dear old me. i just feel that wherever i'll be, i'll be able to adapt naman. i've always found it easy to blend in.. adapt with my environment naman which is why moving never really struck fear in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my other problem? clothes and shoes picking. dammit, i can't make up my mind on which to leave behind!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-8760196442030580081?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-415997097782060355</id><published>2007-11-01T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T22:55:28.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead meat = dedbol = dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color = pink&gt;measure cloth&lt;br /&gt;quatech quiz&lt;br /&gt;genogram&lt;br /&gt;payroll to kimi and linds&lt;br /&gt;payroll for adviser&lt;br /&gt;manpers cases&lt;br /&gt;clean up&lt;br /&gt;tagaytay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh nooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why oh why did i get hooked on &lt;i&gt;monk&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-415997097782060355?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/415997097782060355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=415997097782060355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/415997097782060355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/415997097782060355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/11/dead-meat-dedbol-dead.html' title='dead meat = dedbol = dead'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-5758961010849413431</id><published>2007-10-30T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T18:27:15.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is there such a thing as winter solstice?</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color = brown&gt;my sisters and i attended our pre-departure lecture this morning. thanfully, we were an hour and a half early - the registration process was kind of long, mainly because we have to fill out a long form pa. we were kind of freaking out pa kasi ayaw naming may mali sa form, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attending the lecture made me realize that i shouldn't be keeping this to myself. this being my migration to the US. i've kept it for quite some time. my friends know that i was petitioned and that i had a lot of appointments sa US embassy (my comsta2 and econtwo classmates know just how many times i've absented myself, haha!) but hardly anyone knew that i got my US visa last august. i was set na to leave. the first people i &lt;i&gt;didn't&lt;/i&gt; want to tell was my amoebas. God knows how difficult it was writing the business plan, what more redo the whole thing just because one of the incorporators left? not only would the group have to elect a new HR manager, they also have to choose someone else to fill in my spot in the board of directors, recompute the shares of stocks, redivide the expenses, redo the time and motion study.. well, you get the point. the load of work that they'd be doing again reduced me to silence - at least, about the emigration. about the rest, ahem, you know naman how i am, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next are my high school friends. i don't want reunions just because i'm leaving. i was hoping we could meet without me having to say a word about it. apparently, my sched is so toxic compared to theirs that we just can't synchronize times. so now we meet up because i'm leaving. hehe. nice reason, baaad timing. hey, it's a month away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next ones are my lasallian classmates. yeah, every class na, haha! i don't want naman kasi to be bombarded with questions about it. and it dies out after some time, the hype. and with that, makakampante na din ako when in fact, i should be alert nga eh. kasi i'm still not sure if makakabalik kami agad or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sir michael, our guidance counselor, gave me hope kanina. he said na while waiting pala for the green card aka permanent residency card (waiting time is from a week to a whole 10 months), we can actually leave the USA as long as we have a re-entry permit and just so long that we are back in the US before a whole year passes us. beyond a year, we're dead, haha! if we exceed a year outside the US, kahit may re-entry permit pa kami, never ever na kami maiissuehan (goodness, may ganung tagalog pala!) ng US visa. no US visa = dead. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearing the woes of the other emigrants made me relieved. i learned na hindi lang pala ako ang nagwoworry about my studies. more than anything, i want to finish my studies in DLSU-M. and even more than that, i'd like to be finishing my majors with my mean girls. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and do not think i'm going against my mom's will on this one. our mom had always been a firm believer of molding us while we're young and letting us make our own decisions when we're older. she never dictated or even hinted on what degree we should take. and she does not even ask us to stay and study in the US because she knows how much of a hassle applying would be for us three and for her. that's one of the things i love about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing? she's so strong-willed that it's like she can go through anything alive. it's this trait of hers that i really try to emulate. i think that's why i've grown not wanting to even feel weak. it helps, especially when i'm mentally breaking down na with stress, haha! mind over matter beybeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there. whether or not i'm coming back, i'd like you to know that i'll never be leaving. not really. ;D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-5758961010849413431?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5758961010849413431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=5758961010849413431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/5758961010849413431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/5758961010849413431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/10/is-there-such-thing-as-winter-solstice.html' title='is there such a thing as winter solstice?'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-7070961151154138392</id><published>2007-10-28T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T21:30:36.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my. goodness. help.</title><content type='html'>i am sooo stressed! i need to make sure that the payroll is computed correctly or else we withdraw the wrong amount from the company account. and kimi will kill me since if i make a mistake, mamamali ang accounting niya. plus i have yet to get the freakin' socres activity over with. hmm. it has not even begun yet. grrness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad was so nice to buy us chocolates kanina. he said he was happy that i was getting fat. =| two people have commented on my weight gain and i KNOW that about 50 more other people are just not verbalizing it. and no way am i crash dieting like other nuts that i know. diets make me eat more lang kaya puh-lease. i think i should go with jerome na sa gym. maybe he can help me trim down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my first time in a month to go back to my church responsibilities. and it was so nice to see the familiar faces, doing familiar work. and it doesn't hurt that i got to know the new ones too. i missed the 'chaos' so much that we got a bit noisy kanina. i'm contemplating on taking another 'job' but i think i'd be driven mad with all the stuff i have to do, kasabay pa practi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the hell do i blog pa when wala naman na siyang sense? XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-7070961151154138392?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7070961151154138392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=7070961151154138392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/7070961151154138392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/7070961151154138392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-goodness-help.html' title='my. goodness. help.'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-2864762835685718584</id><published>2007-10-28T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T02:54:57.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>four days</title><content type='html'>it's all i have before i plunge into la salle life again. i don't think i can face my prodman and salesba exams when i get back. gaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need something &lt;i&gt;else&lt;/i&gt; to take my mind off school - something other than the payroll forms and the monthly report form. i'm not sick of practi, i'm just stressed over the socres activities that up to now, wala pa akong nagagawa for the mean girls =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking through old pictures awhile ago, and it made me bittersweet. haha! i've gotten older, had bangs, had good and bad bangs, got fat, lost some weight, gained some more pounds.. ay, time flies so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i wonder why i'm being such a witch lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i'm a witch to everyone. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-2864762835685718584?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2864762835685718584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=2864762835685718584' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/2864762835685718584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/2864762835685718584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/10/four-days.html' title='four days'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-3307024153231968778</id><published>2007-10-23T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T21:19:36.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey. i missed you.</title><content type='html'>i have more than enough bazaar experiences to last a lifetime. okay, a month. thank you dear prez for not getting the bazaar this saturday. i can watch all the dvds i want na since mille might kill me na - a lot of her dvds are stuck with me. pfft. so sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's something i've been meaning to say. since people get OA when they write in their blogs, i shall act as one of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i never thought i'd actually say those things to you. they've been kept within me for years. i kept silent for fear that you would reject me, push me away, keep me out of your life. but i'm no longer scared. gone are the days that i crave for you approval. you will no longer count late night calls from me, asking for you. i will not look at you the way i did, shamlessly, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, you hold no control over me. finally, i'm free.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***hello?! everyone is free naman eh! kahit mga nakatali sa mga special someones nila, mga free din naman, they're just too tanga and blind to make use of it. honestly, love chuvaloos are so overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was 'talking' to my friend kanina sa Y!M and we were talking about our respective statuses sa luuurve. he asked kasi if i would ever think of not being interested in a lovelife. i told him na mas fun 'pag crush. he asked if content na ako sa ganun, yung patingin tingin lang. i told him the truth: right now, sobrang wala na sa isip ko yung magka-bf. and that it's my choice to stay this way - at least for now. and as long as i know that the path i'm taking is built from choices i made, i'm happier that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang lalim putek. but the one i talked to don't nosebleed over the drama. i guess he's used to me being that way. it's nice to talk to a guy who's level headed and not easily excitable. i needed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***my dad's getting addicted to baseball. really. now it's getting to me. rockies and red sox showdown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i need to say this but i'll say it anyway: i feel so much love for certain people lately. my mean girls, my sisters, gia, dad, my mom, shim, alvin, reg, meli. hay. ang drama ng buhay. pero hindi halata sa 'kin, haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-3307024153231968778?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3307024153231968778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=3307024153231968778' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/3307024153231968778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/3307024153231968778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-i-missed-you.html' title='hey. i missed you.'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-3712918430908240012</id><published>2007-10-15T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T22:59:39.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why i've been silent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href = http://chiventeeng17.multiply.com/photos/album/81/victory_party_at_LS&gt;party&lt;/a&gt; after &lt;a href = http://chiventeeng17.multiply.com/photos/album/83/victory_party_somewhere_else&gt;party&lt;/a&gt; - late night outs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = http://chiventeeng17.multiply.com/photos/album/82/prod_day_what_na_ba_third_installment&gt;preparations&lt;/a&gt; for the woodrose bazaar at cuenca community center at aav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = http://chiventeeng17.multiply.com/photos/album/84/woodrose_bazaar_saturday&gt;bazaar&lt;/a&gt; after &lt;a href = http://chiventeeng17.multiply.com/photos/album/85/woodrose_bazaar_sunday&gt;bazaar&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you know now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are things to learn about all these though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARCHERS HUNTING:&lt;br /&gt;1. when you look too much, the more you won't see.&lt;br /&gt;2. night outs can be fun, even if what you went out for didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;3. girls are said to be reserved when making friends kaya mas mahirap daw makipagkaibigan compared sa boys. after this, i learned that it is not always true.&lt;br /&gt;4. coffee smells good.&lt;br /&gt;5. i see jv even more after ng hunting - whenever i'm not hunting them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAZAAR:&lt;br /&gt;1. not all rich people just buy and buy.&lt;br /&gt;2. a lot of bazaar goers ask but don't buy.&lt;br /&gt;3. a lot of bazaar goers promise to return but never do.&lt;br /&gt;4. lasallians bond in bazaars.&lt;br /&gt;5. there are no hotties in aav. or maybe they don't go to bazaars.&lt;br /&gt;6. they say that soccer is the game of the poor. abnormal talaga sa pilipinas. dito, basketball 'yun. pansinin mo who plays soccer here. nasabi ko lang kasi the two days na nasa bazaar kami, may soccer tourney sa field beside where we were.&lt;br /&gt;7. kung gusto talaga, may paraan. kaya idol ko yung batang 'yun! (si champagne and girl)&lt;br /&gt;8. puppies and doggies win in the "fave pet to bring to a bazaar" category.&lt;br /&gt;9. mabenta sobra ang mga food sa mga bazaar.&lt;br /&gt;10. abuso sobra mag-price ang mga food stall sa bazaar.&lt;br /&gt;11. accessories are next sa mga mabenta.&lt;br /&gt;12. may mommy painting, shorts, at nerdy nerd ba kayong kilala? kasi ako meron.&lt;br /&gt;13. si patti, walang patawad humanap ng boys for me.&lt;br /&gt;14. masarap gantihan ang mga nang-aasar sa 'kin. kasi hindi ako naaasar, hindi rin sila naaasar. kasi.. kinikilig sila. ahaha! peace girls!&lt;br /&gt;15. sa totoo lang, akala ko magsasawa na ako kasama ang amoebas. hindi pa rin pala! haha!&lt;br /&gt;16. dapat, hindi nagliligpit agad 'pag closing time na. may mga SOOOBRANG last minute buyers - at hindi pa nagpapadesign!&lt;br /&gt;17. habang wala pang customer, dapat may nag-dedesign ng Tsineelas. kasi napapatingin ang mga tao.&lt;br /&gt;18. pero sa tingin ko talaga, maganda 'yung idea ko na madudulas si jOn sa gitna ng daan then popose muna siya with the Tsineelas na nakataas (she was wearing one on day 2). tapos after ilang seconds, tayo na siya then dulas uli.&lt;br /&gt;19. hindi buong araw may bibili. sa woodrose, 3pm talaga start nang may bumibili sa 'min. BOTH days 'yun ha.&lt;br /&gt;20. masarap ang feeling na maka-break even. pero mas masarap pa rin ang profits na! whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been telling people that i haven't had a decent sleep in days. these are the reasons why. and though i'm always sleepy lately, i'm not complaining. everything was worth the lack of sleep. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wth, medyo 5 hours lang naman na ako sa harap ng laptop.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-3712918430908240012?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3712918430908240012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=3712918430908240012' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/3712918430908240012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/3712918430908240012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-ive-been-silent.html' title='why i&apos;ve been silent'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-3749071789739949178</id><published>2007-10-13T07:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T07:29:52.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>+_+</title><content type='html'>putek. pagod na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayoko na maghabol ng archer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pwede ba ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walang nangyayari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya jon --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be your forever friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigay mo lang sched niya sa 'kin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i swear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haharangin ko na talaga si rico sa hallway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that, or i'll let the hype die down na lang, haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-3749071789739949178?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3749071789739949178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=3749071789739949178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/3749071789739949178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/3749071789739949178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='+_+'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-5638930396833906575</id><published>2007-10-07T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T23:54:03.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"berde ang kulay ng tagumpay"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;64 and 73 - the respective scores of the UE red warriors and the DLSU green archers when the buzzer sounded to end the second game of the UAAP season 70 basketball championship series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;unlike some of my friends - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://purplebutterflies.multiply.com/"&gt;'my&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://jopwitee.blogspot.com/"&gt;jOn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;, alan, &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://patilopez.multiply.com/"&gt;patti&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://mietan.blogspot.com/"&gt;jamie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://magistral.multiply.com/"&gt;cole&lt;/a&gt;, and linds - who were behind la salle all the way, i doubted the archers' capabilities to even reach the finals. honestly, i didn't trust that they'd go through ateneo blue eagles. and i was deathly scared for them when, after winning against the eagles, i realized that they were going against the undefeated red warriors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;(teka lang, naligaw utak ko. nag-check kasi ako ng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://chiventeeng17.multiply.com/"&gt;multiply ko&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; then ang daming nagpost about sa pagkapanalo ng archers. very unlike me but i began replying sa mga post nila kahit unknown sila sa akin and me sa kanila. hello, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://delasalleuniversity.multiply.com/"&gt;ONE LA SALLE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;, remember? it didn't feel weird replying sa kanila kasi we were one in savoring this bliss. cheesy but it's almost like family. =D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;game one was so close that some people who support UE (or plainly dislike the archers) even sourgrape and said na it was just luck that made the green archers win. sir bolinao had a different view naman. he said kasi that all teams naman pray to only one God. it was up to the Lord daw to decide whom He'll bless. hence..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~the blue eagles losing to the bulldogs was a blessing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~..the archers got the twice to beat advantage because of that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~the archers lost to the eagles sa first game ng semi finals kasi benta DAW..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~..the eagles lost in the second game with chris' younger brother, charles, screaming "luto" daw ang game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~the archers get to be in the finals and took game 1, thanks to rico making his second free throw and the UE guy not making the three-point shot that would have won them the game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~the archers win game 2, ending their journey to UAAP glory. comeback of the year, haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;sooo.. does this mean mas mababait ang archers sa boys ng ibang school? or mas matino lang sila maglaro? ahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;umiyak sa tuwa si cholo. he and ty are graduating na nga naman kasi. this was their last chance to help the team grab the title - and they did it! MVP si jvee casio (hi 'my! kaway kaway! yung blockmate ko, pinsan nga pala si jvee. i'd kill her if she was joking pero mukhang seryoso naman.) and si cholo villanueva. si rico, wala, cute pa rin. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;truth be told, mas emotional ako nung first win ng archers sa warriors. it was their first win sa UE at sa championship pa ah. but sa second game, medyo malakas ang pag-asa ko that they won't have a game 3 na kasi out of the first three quarters, sa third lang lamang ang per-quarter points ng UE. but even then, yung total score ng la salle was more than theirs. and even if tumitirada ng tres si paul lee, (na sabi ng friend ko was insisting na benta daw ang game 2) and kahit na from anywhere tumira si cañizares at pasok ang shots niya, kita naman na parang kulang sa spirit ang warriors. that or may magic hands ang archers. but i doubt the latter kasi mukhang mas mataas ang field goal percentage ng warriors kanina. nawawalan nga lang sila ng possession dahil na naman sa turnover na nacoconvert naman ng acrhers into points. oooh, ang OA humabol ng bola ang archers ngayon. kahit saang side ng court nagrerebound, haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;na-realize ko lang, natapos ang season 70 na hindi ako bumili ng animoism shirt. kamusta naman. and bibili na rin ako ng fleece jacket ng la salle na matagal ko nang inaasam. hello, Php1000+ pala 'yun outside la salle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;WE'RE BACK and WE'RE ONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;congratulations to the green archers, UAAP season 70 champs, for this impressive comeback!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANIMO LA SALLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(by the way, nasaan ang sinasabi ninyong 16-0?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;walang tribute tribute sa losing team, i'm wearing GREEN tomorrow - may pasok man o wala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: ang cute nga pala. nung nag-recap ng happenings sa season 70 ang studio 23, the take over, the breaks over ng fall out boy ang song. 'yun lang, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-5638930396833906575?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5638930396833906575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=5638930396833906575' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/5638930396833906575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/5638930396833906575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/10/berde-ang-kulay-ng-tagumpay.html' title='&quot;berde ang kulay ng tagumpay&quot;'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-5431124758869111218</id><published>2007-10-06T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T20:46:08.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>word of the week: ...</title><content type='html'>i had the weirdest day yesterday. two almost strangers chatted me up at the weirdest times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first was my salesba seatmate who also happened to be my fabuman classmate. while we were waiting for salesba to begin, i asked him what the lesson was last meeting. he told me and so i thanked him. end of conversation. not. apparently, he deemed it only right to ask why in the world i cut salesba when in fact, i was in our fabuman class - the one before sales. i lied and said that it was for our practi. he was asking about our product and i said that it was girly, haha! but i told him anyway and that prompted me to ask if he was taking majors na. for the longest time kasi, i've been wondering if 104 ba siya or 106. he looks like a 106 student but his friends are 104, as far as i can tell. baka naligaw sa upperclassmen courses 'di ba? natawa siya kasi entres2 pa lang daw siya pero 104 siya. ooh. i forgot to ask kung anong product nila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this next one is even weirder. i have a churchmate kasi na rico maierhofer fan so sa malamang, la salle fan na rin siya. but he does not study sa LS so he asked me to buy him every sticker ng LS that there is. this guy, whom i don't know, was next to me sa counter and he noticed the stuff i was purchasing and said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUY: ang dami niyan ah&lt;br /&gt;ME: pinabili lang sa 'kin 'yan ng friend ko. he doesn't go here eh.&lt;br /&gt;GUY: ah ganun ba? are you watching the game this sunday?&lt;br /&gt;(hello, ang close namin! i was taught not to talk to strangers but since lasalyano naman siya at ka-CBE ko pa, i decided na rude naman kung bigla ko na lang i-end ang pagfee-feeling niya, haha!)&lt;br /&gt;ME: no, wala kasing tickets eh.&lt;br /&gt;GUY: same here..&lt;br /&gt;ME: badtrip 'di ba? haha!&lt;br /&gt;GUY: onga eh. well, see you around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth. sobra. buti na lang dismissal ko na nun. i slept sa bus para 'di matawa sa naganap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;production day na naman. yel, my forever lrt-mrt-zaldy buddy, was 15 minutes late! grr. haha, joke lang birthday girl! =P anyway, when we got to the shaw MRT station, yel and i were planning na kung anong bibilhin sa starbucks. pagdating ba naman namin dun, andun na rin si zaldy, ang trusty driver ni alex! so sumakay na kami ni cla, our starbucks dreams wrecked. then nagkwento si zaldy. yung nakasakay daw sa black car sa harap namin, sumakay sa kanya! akala daw niya kasi kami na yun. haller, ilang times na niya kami pinag-drive, 'di pa kami maremember! ang labo. umikot pa siya pabalik starbucks para ibalik yung girl. kaya pala ang aga niya. at dahil sa kwento niya, naalala ko si jon! umikot din kami pabalik sa starbucks kasi dead ako kay jon 'pag naiwan namin siya. haha! eh at that time, nasa ayala palang daw siya. needless to say, cla and i got to drink up our frappes. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late kaming 3 but mas late si pats. ang damiiiing ginawa. we printed out and folded up our user manuals and cut the fliers, we packed more ribbons, we made business cards, and we tried fixing our website. tried. but that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was so much food kanina. yel treated us to yellow cab pizza and charlie chan, yehey! then wala pa 'atang two hours,we were served corn and toron care of alex. tsk, sobrang busog but at least natapos namin ang work for the day. hopefully, maubos na agad ang stock ng &lt;a href = http://tsineelas.multiply.com&gt;Tsineelas&lt;/a&gt; by next, next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-5431124758869111218?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5431124758869111218/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-7137369619180139895</id><published>2007-10-04T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:27:24.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bows and arrows fest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/RwS8gXHzjhI/AAAAAAAAACo/vJZWBUGZwzU/s1600-h/archer.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/RwS8gXHzjhI/AAAAAAAAACo/vJZWBUGZwzU/s400/archer.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117422340748316178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color = green&gt;cute. sabi ko na dapat sumama ako kay alan eh. wala pang start ng game, warm up pa lang ng players, kinikilabutan na talaga ako. and sa tv lang ako manunuod nun ah. i could just imagine the adrenaline rush sa araneta. the place must be pulsating with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've said it &lt;a href = http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/10/green-day.html&gt;before&lt;/a&gt;, i was doubtful that the archers can win the championship this season. the UE red warriors had a 14-0 winning streak the first two rounds. they were sure na to enter the finals, kahit noong hindi pa sure kung sino yung other three teams sa final four. they were that good. kaya naman i was super scared for the archers kanina. every shot the green archers made kanina, may sagot ang red warriors. there were at least two periods of drought for la salle, when the warriors had a 14-0 run and a 9-0 run but la salle had their own runs as well. another thing is maingat ang archers sa turnovers nila. record breaking ang turnovers ng warriors, 31 ang last na narinig ko, breaking the blue eagles' 29 turnovers record during their last game with the NU bulldogs. people claim that this huge number of turnovers was one thing that kept la salle in the game. the other thing? the hunger for the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so proud of the archers for putting up a good fight. pero walangya si rico, kinabahan ako, wahaha! paano ba naman, may freethrow siya the last ilang seconds ng game. the scores were tied. he missed the first one! i was screaming profanities at the TV. then i shut up as he set up for the next freethrow. it goes in but there was still time for the warriors to make another shot. wahoho, they missed the shot and nagkaagawan ng bola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then naubos ang oras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;archers 1, warriors 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ligtas si rico, haha! he was so relieved that he had to lie sa court. i was screaming like mad. my dad was nice enough to let me have my moment. i don't think i scared any of my neighbors into thinking that something bad happened to us though. haller, i made sure i was screaming "nanalo la salle!" para wala naman matakot, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'wag sana makampante masyado ang archers. whee, but let's relish this moment muna. medyo malayo pa sunday. ;D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-7137369619180139895?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7137369619180139895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=7137369619180139895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/7137369619180139895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/7137369619180139895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/10/bows-and-arrows-fest.html' title='bows and arrows fest'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/RwS8gXHzjhI/AAAAAAAAACo/vJZWBUGZwzU/s72-c/archer.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-7075452327312147875</id><published>2007-10-04T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T03:17:52.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my. gad.</title><content type='html'>wait a bit then &lt;a href = http://profiles.friendster.com/3156784&gt;LISTEN.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you can't wait then hanapin mo media box niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wrote the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he strummed the darned guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he sang the friggin' songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alanyang boses 'yan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now do you think he deserves the name rockstar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well of course, hindi siya 'yung nag-rap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayos. multi-talented silang lahat. except chino 'ata, hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-7075452327312147875?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7075452327312147875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=7075452327312147875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the sales invoices had been handed out. grasping them made me realize na hindi laro ang gagawin namin. if &lt;a href = http://tsineelas.multiply.com&gt;loophole inc.&lt;/a&gt; wants to become the best practicum group, we need to work hard to sell a lot. our price kasi for &lt;i&gt;tsineelas&lt;/i&gt; is low, a whopping &lt;b&gt;Php200 per pair LANG&lt;/b&gt;, so volume sa sales daw talaga ang kailangan para makuha namin ang highest ROI (return on investment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like bolinao even more. fine, malabo ang first quiz ko sa kanya but i'm not talking about academics. i like sir because he's a Christian and a vocal one at that. he has lots to share about life and faith:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;'wag niyong sasaktan ang sarili niyo dahil mortal sin 'yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya lahat ng tao dumadaan sa lahat ng uri ng pagsubok ay para malaman nating may Panginoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a matter of perception - that you lost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you pray, you talk to God. when you read the Bible, God talks to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta down ka, magdasal ka lang. 'wag 'yung magpapakamatay ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take note, half an hour lang 'yan ah and quote-unquote pa 'yung mga 'yan. i couldn't help myself, nasa harap ko naman na rin kasi notebook ko, i might as well write what he was saying. may point naman eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quatech was daydream land kanina. ewan ko ba pero sobrang lipad talaga utak ko. i really am at awe kung paano pa ako nakaka-solve kanina, nakaka-graph AT namimili pa 'ko ng kulay ng pens para sa graphing ko. pero i really can't recall much except that natatakot ako kasi si jiggy dinadaldal ako at feeling ko talaga nun eh ang ingay namin. nasa front pa naman kami!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fabuman was.. fabuman. hay. lunch time was with the girls again. we ate at munch alley this time and ang lameeeg. i thought we were going to bum sa conserve afterwards but sa national na naman kami pumunta. ay nako, 10 years na naman kami dun but this time, 'di na colored paper ang inatupag namin kung 'di photo album! para daw sa styles guide ng buyers ng &lt;i&gt;tsineelas&lt;/i&gt;. see, we love you guys so much kaya bumili na kayo, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manpers was.. err. walang boses si ma'am pero go go go pa rin siya mag-discuss. i spent the period na tinutukso si left seatmate tine at kinukulit si right seatmate alan. i named my green rat cellphone accessory (from alex) &lt;b&gt;alan&lt;/b&gt; and my gray little doggie keychain &lt;b&gt;zabby&lt;/b&gt; kasi pinaglalaruan namin yun one manpers time and he asked kung ano name nila. haha! ayan, nadedicate pa tuloy sa kanya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally saw jada's gf. sheesh, but we didn't get introduced. puro boys kasi and with them, it's easier to get acquainted. oh well. sobrang favorite ko nga name ni jada, pagka-introduce pa lang ni alan sa 'min, kinukulit ko na siya about sa name niya. okay pa sobra taste nila ni tine sa music. sila nagpakilala ng paramore sa 'kin. akala ko kasi dati parang copy lang sila ng no doubt kaya 'di ko pinapansin, haha! pero tine made me listen sa songs nila sa mp3 player ni jada and haneeep si haley! yummy voice range. anyhoo, back sa conserve kanina with jada, his gf, and the rest of the boys. funny si jec. sobra. hindi kami pwede magsama kung 'di hindi na ako makakahinga nang matino. again, hindi kami introduced pero he was talking to me kasi baka daw isipin ko sabog siya. which isn't so bad naman if you think about it, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jam packed both conservatory halls kanina. haller, nagkalat ang mga batch 07 na gagraduate this saturday. they were to have their grad pics taken kasi. i saw kuya edgar, the older bro ng twins en and er. grabe, nostalgia! parang sa masci, i dreaded talaga the graduation of their batch. sobrang nene ko pa nun that i was shy pa to talk to him kahit na ilang years na kami schoolmates. then kanina when we talked, parang same footing lang. kewl, ang tanda ko na, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh! i saw neilerz kanina! goodness! ang layo-layo pa lang namin ni alan alam ko na na siya 'yun. paano ba naman, ang puti-puti niya! sa lahat talaga ng surfer, siya maputi. wirdu. i didn't call him anymore kasi may bingi tendencies 'yun. baka maulit na naman 'yung lahat ng friends niya nakita na ako, siya hindi pa ako narinig man lang. XD but i did text him. nako naman, 'di ko na kaya siya makikita! souvenir? hahaha! and speaking of which, i saw pa some people buying lahat na ng stickers ng la salle na meron. cute. hay grad nga naman oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, si rico magaling maglaba. ;D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wB-ubUmwOR8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wB-ubUmwOR8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-7641649018857192329?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7641649018857192329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=7641649018857192329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/7641649018857192329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/7641649018857192329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/10/youve-given-me-nothing.html' title='you&apos;ve given me nothing'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-7917771142963463</id><published>2007-10-02T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T18:19:57.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LBDnkJ5h1ho"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LBDnkJ5h1ho" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love FOB. you know it guys. it's touching and nakakakilabot at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = http://www.invisiblechildren.com&gt;wish to help? =)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = http://www.invisiblechildren.com/fob/index2.html&gt;nakakatuwa naman.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-7917771142963463?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7917771142963463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=7917771142963463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/7917771142963463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/7917771142963463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-love-fob.html' title=''/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-3989996610668104389</id><published>2007-10-01T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T18:02:55.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>green day</title><content type='html'>the archers won. and no, i didn't watch the knockout game between them and the eagles. i'm glad that hindi nila sinayang ang twice-to-beat advantage nila. but the only time i'll be really proud of these guys is when they get to put the warriors to sleep - at least, for this season 70 of UAAP. the archers have a very big feat to face come this thursday. i'm still behind them though.. several steps behind everyone else nga lang, haha! i remember seeing casio kanina sa north gate. i was shamelessly looking at him pero not stalker mode. i really had to stop myself from tapping him and wishing him luck this thursday. at 'eto namang si cole, nang-inggit pa na nakita daw si rico, being cute and drinking jungle juice, ahaha!&lt;br /&gt;- written monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's tuesday na and i slept early morning na naman kanina. mille, criminal minds, heroes, monk, and house MD are my types of series - i realize that now. brothers and sisters won't work for me. too much drama, just can't handle it. when are we watcing december boys nga pala? thursday na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was so much fun. (ang labo ng days ko, haha!) we had a get together. para kaming mga bata, may games pa! even the oldies played along and sila pa nag-aargue 'pag natatalo. there was so much food din, kaya okay lang kahit puyat. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~.~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how long it would take before lies get out of control and start controlling a person. if you weave so many threads of lies, how long would it take before you trip over a thread? or worse, how long before you realize that you've woven it around your neck? when what you've spun has covered you, would you survive? what would it take for you to survive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~.~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jOn texted kanina - no classes sa october 12 and 29 because it was the start of ramadan and it was SK elections, respectively. and reply ko ba naman ay kung may pasok o wala. ahaha! SABOG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-3989996610668104389?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3989996610668104389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=3989996610668104389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/3989996610668104389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/3989996610668104389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/10/green-day.html' title='green day'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-2620920587856508083</id><published>2007-09-27T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T22:33:34.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>repeated rambLings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;it can sometimes be bliss to leave phones at home, don't you think? especially if you're to spend the day lang naman sa movies. i slept early morning na so understandable that it was 10:30 na when i got up. i was determined to have my movie marathon though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;dad brought me to the mall and i checked the times of the movies. i had to watch 2 out of the 3 i like lang kasi 7 na ako matatapos if i watch all 3. and i don't think my eyes can handle that. my first movie was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;no reservations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;. my friend alex warned me that she had read reviews which said that it wasn't what one would expect. what was i expecting anyway? more nick and kate, i guess and less zoe. but i think the movie's cute. especially the last scene, with zoe and their bistro logo. the worst part was whenever catherine zeta-jones talks about the food. made me want to taste everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i had almost an hour before my next movie so i went to find somewhere to eat. and my feet led me to sbarro. that was when i realized that i've been eating in sbarro almost everytime i watch movies alone. buti na lang wala pa naman mukhang nakakakilala sa 'kin dun. there was this funny girl. i was eating my chicken and veggies pizza when she got in line to order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"what sauce is that ba?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"is there difference sa taste?" (haller, one is made of tomato, one is of buttery things.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"which is mas yummy ba?" (imagine, asking that sa person taking the order!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"ikaw, what do you choose?" (she asks her akala ko yaya kasama niya na friend pala niya. in fairness, hindi coniotics si ate.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"hon, is it masarap?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;gawd. i wanted to stick my bread knife into her neck and slowly work my way to her vocal chords. thankfully, they sat far from me. hey, i like my peace when i eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i was on time lang for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i now pronounce you chuck and larry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;. ang daming teary-eyed moments! i ams such a sucker talaga pagdating sa mga friend chuvaloos na movies! naman, i didn't expect that! buti na lang linds told me na okay yung movie or else pinalampas ko 'to. also, hindi puro funnies, may pro-homosexual shade ang kwento. though i'm partial sa gay marriages, the lead characters didn't exactly marry naman because they were gay eh. okay, my lips are zipped na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i brought folders for shark then i waited for her and dad. they had dinner na din there and they got some food for burth. ako? i didn't eat na. i'm full pa nga up to now eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;so there. unlike normal people who went to araneta or rushed home or stayed put sa z2 to watch the la salle-ateneo game, i opted to have my me time. besides, sabi nga ni tonee, dapat matalo muna la salle para may kita araneta. ahaha! honestly, i don't think kakayanin ng la salle ang ateneo this sunday. but i still hope na kakainin ko sinabi ko. i would be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;more than glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bluebloodedchic.blogspot.com"&gt;yel&lt;/a&gt;, does this mean you'll wear green tomorrow? ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;what is it with people suddenly reappearing in my life?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-2620920587856508083?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2620920587856508083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=2620920587856508083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/2620920587856508083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/2620920587856508083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/09/repeated-ramblings.html' title='repeated rambLings'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-1209372359479794765</id><published>2007-09-27T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T01:04:07.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>multiply by a thousand</title><content type='html'>sakit sa ulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1am na pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kani-kanina lang, nagpopost ako ng pics sa multiply.&lt;br /&gt;saan napunta ang oras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kamusta naman kasi, naisipan ko pang palitan yung theme ko sa multiply.&lt;br /&gt;anong napala ko, ilang oras akong walang mahanap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yahoo-ness, ang sakit tuloy ng likod ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paano na 'to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balak ko pa naman mag-movie marathon buong araw bukas.&lt;br /&gt;as in marathon.&lt;br /&gt;3 movie nakapila sa utak ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-1209372359479794765?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1209372359479794765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=1209372359479794765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/1209372359479794765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/1209372359479794765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/09/multiply-by-thousand.html' title='multiply by a thousand'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-8055893731582017140</id><published>2007-09-24T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T00:59:45.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after the usual post..</title><content type='html'>i pity &lt;a href="http://chiventeeng17.multiply.com"&gt;my multiply&lt;/a&gt;. kaya dito ko na lang ikakalat ang friendster surveys ko muna:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;--- from redgie ---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;1. Your mom calls you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥ pangga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;2. What is your favorite shake in zagu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥ cookies n cream, chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;3. What movie/s are you waiting for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥ no reservations, december boys, sweeney todd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;4. If you wanted to be in a band, what position do you want to be in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥ i have no talent to even be in a band. but if i did, i'd do the drums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;5. What is the nastiest thing you've ever touched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥ old, chewed up, stuck-to-the-seat gum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;6. Do you want to live with your gf/bf forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥ sinong bf?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;7. Where is the place you want to be right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥ gawd. you know it. oh wait. i do, you don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;8. What song do you listen to feel happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥ RnB songs, "punk" songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;9. In star wars, who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥ si princess leia, ahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;11. What movie/s makes you cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥ disney movies! haha! the notebook, sobrang solid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;12. Name famous people you had a crush on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥ had? nick carter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;13. What is your favorite drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥ iced tea, pepsi, coke light, shakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;14. Who is/are the cartoon characters that you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥ doraemon, baby taz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;15. Coke or Pepsi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥ pepsi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;16. In a week, how many times do you go online?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥ almost everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;18. Describe yourself in one word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥ strong (really!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;19. What's the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥ grab my phone. that, or turn off my alarm clock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;20. What's the last thing you do before you go to sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥ dalawa lang 'yan: pray or text. usually ngayon nauuna na ang pray tapos tetext pa, ahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;21. Something about you that you're proud of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥ my being a Christian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;22. Are you in-love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥ so NOT, right jOn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;23. What's your mobile number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥ like i'm THAT stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;24. Are you happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥ yeboooi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;25. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥ because wala na akong dapat pang problemahin except school at UAAP tix!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;26. Is there sumthing you wanna d0?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥ yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;27. What are you listening to right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥ glory of love, newfoundglory versh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;28. Complete this sentence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;THE WORLD NEEDS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥ Love, sweet Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;29. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥ tortillas, fave flavor pa ni kath!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;30. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥ green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;31. What did you eat for breakfast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥ afritada, wahoho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;32. wat r ya wearin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥ ano nangyari sa tanong?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;33. Favorite day/s of the week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;♥ friday, saturday, wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;--- from jOn --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;1] Lose a friend,or lose a bestfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;`` lose a best friend? wala naman ako nun eh, haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;[2] Smoke pot, or drink beer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``drink beer (but like i do naman)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;[3] Run two miles straight, or walk eight miles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``walk 8 miles! duuuhr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;[4] Go to the beach, or have a milkshake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``milkshake! para malamig din, haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;[5] Laugh when nobody else is, or not laugh when everyone else is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``laugh whenever may chance, no matter kung may kadamay o wala. aminin, ganyan ako ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;[6] Drink ten cans of soda at once, or never drink soda again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``never drink. sa iced tea na lang ako kukuha ng caffeine, haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;[7] Have your pants ripped, or get thrown in a trash can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``ewr. pants ripped then i'd do a la linds. cuuute. hanep talaga nag-repair nun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;[8] Kiss someone you dont like or, kiss someone who doesnt like you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``someone who does not like me na like ko, wahoohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;[9] Not take a bath for a week or, take a bath in a lake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``urk. like i'd last w/o a bath! LAKE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;[10] Be an only child, or have five brothers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``duuude! i'd love to have five brothers - as long as older yung iba sa 'kin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;[11] Cry in front of 5,000 strangers, or cry in front of your whole school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``haha! mga tao sa school, strangers din naman 5000+ dun ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;[12] Be able to rewind time or, see the future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``neither. i might get stuck sa past and i might be too enamored or distressed by the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;[14] Die the day after the best day of your life, or live to be ninety?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``90! slow and steady lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;[15] Go skydiving or, go scuba diving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``scuba diving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;[16] Be loved by one person, or have ten people who like you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``have 10 people like me. hassle ang love, haha! (that's me NOW speaking)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;[17] Be fat and handsome or skinny and ugly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``wala bang chubby and pretty?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;[18] Love and lose or, never love at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``love and lose (how contradicting sa 16)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;BASICS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;High school:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``manila sci HS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Middle school:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``wala ako sa states!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Elementary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``woodridge school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Favorite soda:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``pepsi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Favorite fruit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``mango&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Favorite season:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;LAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Talked to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Shower:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Watched:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``sa movie, bratz. dammit, kailangan ko mapanuod chuck and larry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;FOR OR AGAINST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Long distant relationships:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``for myself, a no-no. ako ang 'di tatagal mhen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Killing people:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``against&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Gay Rights:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``like what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Abortion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``against&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;HAVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Ever cried over a girl:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``yeah. mga nakaaway kong friends, naiiyak talaga ako. i remember tuloy HS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Ever been arrested:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Ever had a friend die:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``wala naman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Ever used a gun:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Ever finished a puzzle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``oo naman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Ever got beaten up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``may naalala ako. but i've never been beat up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Ever hated someone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``i thought i did. i don't think i've ever felt raw hate talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Ever made a huge mistake:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``yeah! ahaha! madami na mhen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Ever jogged a mile:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``maybe. if you put together all the lengths i've jogged my entire life, haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Ever broken someones heart:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;NUMBERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Favorite number:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``12. 17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;PICK ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Blue or red?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Spring or Autumn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;RANDOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Do you speak any other language:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Wanting to see:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``thing? movie? whaaat?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;How old do you look:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``15 daw. haha! i'm 19 people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;How old do you act:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``oooh. ewan. how do you know that you act your age? may gauge ba 'yun? don't tell me na may mga taong basis ng "act your age" thing 'cause i won't believe talaga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Do you have any pets?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;``potchi, our kitten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;--- from jOn ---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;1. Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ wala eh. may kilala kang pwede? charing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;2. Do you love him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ yeah. i love my dad mucho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;3. Have you ever smoked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ that, i'll never even try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;4. Do you hate someone right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;5. Who was your first best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;6. What's your favorite food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ italian dishes! chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;7. What's your favorite Christmas song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ wala 'ata, ahehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ cold water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;9. Can you do push ups?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ yep. as long as you don't make me do 50.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;11. Do you want palabok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;12. Do you like painkillers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ advil! haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;14. Do you have a cellphone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;15. Do you have a bestfriend/s?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ wala nga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;16. What is your nickname?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ ching, chingy, bes, rashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;17. Name a thing u wanna eat at this exact moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ i'm full! none at the moment mi amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;19. favorite pet/s u had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ the puppies! kahit allergic pa 'ko!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;20. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ water, iced tea, sodas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;22. What is/are the name of your crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ ang dami. nakalista sa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" href="http://profiles.friendster.com/chingytot"&gt;friendster ko&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; but viewable lang by friends eh. oo na, malandi na 'ko, ahaha! i-add mo kasi ako!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;23. Do you love your highschool life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ hehe. yep ^^,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;24. Favorite teacher/s?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ ms. val, ms. zamora, ms. velasco, ms. rabo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;25. Favorite subject/s?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ english, lit, mga subject na walang ginagawa masyado, haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;26. Do you like your college life? why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ yeeeah! mamimiss ko talaga la salle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;28. What are you wearing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ the 3 s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;30. Favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ brown, pink, red, black, purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;31. Favorite movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ ang dameee. nasa friendster ko din.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;32. Last time you had an alcoholic drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;33. What songs do you sing in the shower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;35. What's in your pocket/s right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ absent ang pockets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;36. What tv show makes you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ shaun the sheep? haha! madami sa disney!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;37. Last thing that made you cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ yung exchange rate 'ata, waha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;38. Do you deserve your beautiful life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ yes m'dear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;39. Who is your loudest friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ oh my. cole. mille. cole? mille?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;42. Who is your most silent friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ kath. scratch that. si linds pala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;43. Last movie watched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ bratz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;44. What is your favorite book?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ kahit anong stephen king!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;45. What is your favorite chocolate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ m&amp;amp;m's crispy, cadbury, s'mores, kisses, goya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;47. What song do/did you want played?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;48. What were you doing 12 AM last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ sleeping. ang alam ko last night ko natulugan ang mga tao eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;49. What was the First thing you did today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ grabbed my phone? haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;50. Do you love your mom/dad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;◘ oo naman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;--- from mica ---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;KAYA MO BA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;1. iwanan ang mahal mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;♫ 'yun lang ba? haha. yep, kaya. 'wag na kumontra, nagawa ko na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;2. mabuhay ng walang cellphone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;♫ nooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;3. magmhaL ng 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;♫ ngayon nga 'di mabilang ang mahal kong tao eh. kayang kaya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;4. ibigay ang lahat para sa taong mahal mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;♫ nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;5. mabuhay ng walang kaibigan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;♫ asa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;BAKIT..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;1. ka msaya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;♫ kasi. birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;2. k ngm2hal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;♫ kasi masaya. kuno. whaaat?! ahem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;3. gusto mong mamatay??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;♫ ewr. baka ikaw lang, ako hindi pa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;4. masarap kumain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;♫ the food acts as filler for what's missing pa in our life. sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;PAANO..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;1. ka na pag iniwan ka ng mahal mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;♫ 'wag lang ng mga magulang ko - wala akong allowance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;2. ka nagaaral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;♫ i read. then chillax na, haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;3. ka na pag nawalan ka ng cellphone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;♫ may reason na 'ko para bumili ng n76!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;4. ka pinapangiti o pinapasaya ng mahal mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;♫ kahit hindi ko nga mahal, napapasaya ako eh. ano pa kaya siya 'di ba? pero walang siya ah. haha! mababaw lang ako kaya madali lang ako pasayahin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;5. ka magmahal ng tao?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;♫ mahabang kwento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;NARANASAN MO NA BANG..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;1. manigarilyo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;♫ nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;2. uminom ng beer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;♫ nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;3. magsinungaling sa taong mahal mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;♫ yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;4. hindi kumain sa isang araw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;♫ ASA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;5. umiyak dahil sa love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;♫ leich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;6. mabigyan ng violation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;♫ nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;7. mapagalitan ng teacher?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;♫ wahoo! quatech lang ba?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;8. mahulog sa kama?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;♫ nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;9. masaktan ng sobra dahil s love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;♫ ano baaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;10. ndi matulog magdamag?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;♫ yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-8055893731582017140?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8055893731582017140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=8055893731582017140' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/8055893731582017140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/8055893731582017140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/09/after-usual-post.html' title='after the usual post..'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-3690619070982181039</id><published>2007-09-24T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T23:44:29.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>torn adhesives</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;i got to school early. i was still sleepy. but nagising ako when i saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;. haha! we signed some papers na naman for practi kanina. sabit lang ako sa board of directors kaya i wish talaga na wala na akong big thing na gagawin for that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;PRODMAN was so cute. para na naman kaming 'di quantitative class nung start. imagine, we talked about McDo, Revlon, Queen Bess, the supposed syphilis ni King Henry VIII (na i learned na hindi naman pala syphilis), and post-its. then by the end ba naman of the class, biglang pina-homework &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; problem sa dulo ng chapter 4! (O_o) talaga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;oh my, napagsabihan ako ni dear adviser kanina! jiggy was my QUATECH seatmate and he was drawing me a car (his fave thing in the whole wide world) and was saying that he'd color it with one of my gel pens. eh sayang naman ang ink 'di ba? so i chose a color na wala. i chuckled and when i looked up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; was looking at me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; the class was quiet. i continued smiling as i would look guilty if i stopped then. she said my name pa ha and asked if i got what she was saying. i said yeah and she said, "dapat lang.. kasi naka-ngiti ka eh." i swear, my blood boiled then. how sweet. i continued smiling though. plastics for life talaga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;SALESBA was actually fun today. trish won't believe that i didn't read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; for the recitation. and lucky i didn't get called - trish did. haha! okay, that sounded mean. but i'm not being mean. nakakatuwa nga mga nagrerecite kanina, parang lahat sila napapatawa si sir. the atmosphere in SALESBA this afternoon was not tense at all. either he's in a good mood or we're all loosening up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;my soon-to-be preggy (pero mukha nang preggy) kong prof said something that jolted me out of my miserable boredom: iglesia ni manalo. she said it pa in a way na she meant for everyone to laugh at the term. and pasalamat talaga mga kaklase ko that either no one heard her or the supposed joke was beyond them. she was enumerating religions kasi and ang rude talaga, kami lang yung binaboy niya ang name. ewan ko ba kung bulag siya but i was glaring at her talaga after nun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;shim saved me from my bad mood. we ate at kenny's kanina and i told him everything that has been happening. sweet guy, all he offers are the different things that could arise from whichever i choose. ayaw daw kasi niya na parang siya 'yung nagdidikta ng gagawin ko. the only thing he never fails to remind me is mag-iingat daw ako sa mga decision ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;nakita ko si bia! homina homina! after a month 'ata, i finally see her again. at ang walangya, hanggang ngayon may pinapasagap pa rin sa aking chismax!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;i saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" href="http://jopwitee.blogspot.com/"&gt;jOn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; din, woohoo! we talked about our lack of lovelives at kung ano nang nangyayari. medyo jinojoke time din namin si mike kasi OA mag-residency, haha! ay naku, nakakamiss ang chismisan. girl, continue niyo lang ang pagiging mean girls kay grade and recitation conscious braggy. dapat siyang talunin, ok? aja!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" href="http://blowfishing.blogspot.com/"&gt;mille&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;, nakita ko si cholo mo. tsaka ibabalik ko na si monk, huhuhu! he grew on me, sobrang mamimiss ko siya.. unless ipapahiram mo na sa 'kin the rest ng season 3 ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-3690619070982181039?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3690619070982181039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=3690619070982181039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/3690619070982181039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/3690619070982181039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/09/torn-adhesives.html' title='torn adhesives'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-5486796206049955425</id><published>2007-09-23T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T03:17:33.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(//_+)</title><content type='html'>haha! nooo, i'm not emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got around to reading &lt;a href="http://chiventeeng17.blogdrive.com"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; again. and gawd, i was so chino-crazy pala nung mga panahon before i moved out. i thought pa gf niya si ate sabog dahil lagi niyang kasama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spelled pinoy as pinoi back then. oh no, i do not do that anymore. wonder what got into me then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so loved abdul. where the hell is he in cyberworld anyway?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learned na may &lt;a href="http://shivanting.blogdrive.com"&gt;isa pa&lt;/a&gt; pala akong blog dati, one that i quickly left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chiventeeng17.blogdrive.com/archive/55.html"&gt;some&lt;/a&gt; still hold true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half the stuff &lt;a href="http://chiventeeng17.blogdrive.com/archive/53.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; are still true. the other half, i've left as i moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crush ko na si &lt;a href="http://chiventeeng17.blogdrive.com/archive/52.html"&gt;maierhofer&lt;/a&gt; nun. still true. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i answered a lot of stuff from blogger and tickle (&lt;a href="http://chiventeeng17.blogdrive.com/archive/51.html"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chiventeeng17.blogdrive.com/archive/49.html"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chiventeeng17.blogdrive.com/archive/48.html"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chiventeeng17.blogdrive.com/archive/47.html"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chiventeeng17.blogdrive.com/archive/45.html"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my "&lt;a href="http://chiventeeng17.blogdrive.com/archive/44.html"&gt;love profile&lt;/a&gt;" - says a lot of stuff about me then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must be, what, 62% &lt;a href="http://chiventeeng17.blogdrive.com/archive/42.html"&gt;pinoy&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh, let's talk &lt;a href="http://chiventeeng17.blogdrive.com/archive/41.html"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i posted a whole lot of songs in my blog then. as in buong mga kanta. dude, high ba ako nun?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chiventeeng17.blogdrive.com/archive/1.html"&gt;dec 3, '05&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="http://chiventeeng17.blogdrive.com/archive/73.html"&gt;jan 25, '06&lt;/a&gt; lang ako dun. a little over a month and i have about 70+ entries agad. high nga 'ata ako 'nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: &lt;a href="http://blowfishing.blogspot.com"&gt;mille&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://magistral.multiply.com"&gt;cole&lt;/a&gt; made me happy kanina. haha. kasi kinulit pa nila akong sumama sa movie nila on short notice. CCC. i PROMISE, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;december boys&lt;/span&gt; na talaga! pwede rin &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sweeney todd&lt;/span&gt;, i'd even let you criticize johnny depp's singing. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-5486796206049955425?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5486796206049955425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=5486796206049955425' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/5486796206049955425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/5486796206049955425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='(//_+)'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-3017552353941730733</id><published>2007-09-22T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T02:18:09.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DQ's woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;my phone fell for the nth time. it's going to die before this year ends, i swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;sometimes, i wonder how long it would take before someone would realize that s/he is being taken for granted. or how long s/he had known and is just tolerating it. and why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it must have been love.. but it's over now..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;walangya! our neighbors have been singing that song, among PLENTY of other songs, all day! and i mean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;ALL DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;. i woke up to their croaking and i fear that i'll be sleeping to their warbling too. okay, they're not bad singers actually, but they're awfully rude. kumakanta pa sila, anong oras na! and they are cheering each other on pa, as if the noise from their precious magic sing wasn't enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;♦♦♦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;tahakin nyo lang ang landas na magpapaligaya sa inyo. ganun lang ka-simple 'yun.&lt;br /&gt;-foxy lady&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;sheesh, para daw 'yan sa mga in love. maaan, if only! i don't watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;foxy lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; - that was the one day that i was able to sit through an episode because it was what was on in the bus. oh, and it just so happened that it was the final episode. of course, the leading lady got her man and they lived happily ever after. but, you know, you can't go about life just picking the path which would make you happy and believe that everybody else would be happy too. nah, nuh-uh, that's not the way life works. there are times that we have to give way to what's right because even if we're not happy with it, we can stand it until the time that we can finally get our way. i might add though, that what makes us happy may change over time. especially for someone as unpredictable and fickle as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♦♦♦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are some creatures that i simply can't stand. utter their names and one of two things happen: my eyes turn to slits or my eyebrow (whichever one) goes arch-y. it's sad but there are those that i can no longer tolerate communicating with. upon hearing them, i try to dart in the relatively far, opposite direction. of course, times arise that i wish &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; would avoid me. i've been hurt before and i won't let it happen again. kaya i'm going to make sure that my claw-happy cat, potchi stays as far from me as possible. goodness. i've had about three scratches from him already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♦♦♦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can someone PLEASE explain MU to me? &lt;/span&gt;back when i was in grade 4, MU simply meant mutual understanding and, for me, that was a name of a relationship, not something to be comprehended. i asked my friend kasi why she keeps saying MU about this other friend of ours and this jock in our class. "MU, mutual understanding sila," she answered me. and that was the end of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a year and about 1400 days later, i learn more about this MU thing. what i understand is that people who are MU are not together but has this sort of pact that they'll be exclusively seeing each other lang. some MU couples are confusing though because they act as if they ARE together: friends know about it, profs know about it, parents know about it. so how do you know if you're just MU or you've gone beyond, without talking about where you really are now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why is it that people LOOOVE to analyze their relationships with other people?! don't they know that it can drive someone up a wall? can't we just leave it at that and let it be, come whatever, bahala na si batman? hmm. probably not. i also can't stand being in the dark too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-3017552353941730733?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3017552353941730733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=3017552353941730733' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/3017552353941730733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/3017552353941730733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/09/dqs-woes.html' title='DQ&apos;s woes'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-6030382847374396444</id><published>2007-09-20T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T20:36:18.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brattitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;i have been watching movies na naman instead of reading salesba. last wednesday, i watched one of the crappiest films to date, lindsay lohan's latest starrer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;i know who killed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;. it grossly reminded me of rob zombie's equally crappy (but way more gruesome) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;house of 1000 corpses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;. do not ask me to retell the stupid story because the bloody finger of aubrey and daphne still makes me cringe whenever it bumps my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;i watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;the brave one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; with my dad last thursday. i have to say, the beat-up-erica's-boyfriend scene was utterly.. yucky.. and bloody.. but the rest of the film, though also bloody, was (to borrow ms. z's phrase) tastefully done. watch it, watch it, watch it! if you've been hearing raves and good reviews about it, believe it! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;this morning, i caught &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;bratz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; before i headed to la salle for our first company meeting with our adviser, dr. sarreal. it was predictable but what film isn't? anyway, i watched it lang naman for the clothes eh, ahaha! but it kind of made my eyes watery din. all movies about friendship does that to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;as i've said, we met with our adviser today. ang cute namin, may contract signing pa kami sa conserve. ang cute din ng mga crush ko, para lang umuulan ng mga chinito kanina. sana maging super nice si linds sa akin at ibigay na lang sa 'kin arm band ni rico ma-yummy-hofer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: and because i don't want to read salesba talaga, here are more movies i wish to see -&lt;br /&gt;♥ resident evil: extinction (wala lang)&lt;br /&gt;♥ no reservations (simply because i need my rare dose of the romantics)&lt;br /&gt;♥ december boys (tearjerker, feeling ko lang)&lt;br /&gt;♥ the seeker: the dark is rising (i don't know why. i don't even know the stars. but may something eh. haha!)&lt;br /&gt;♥ 30 days of night (dahil lang kay josh hartnett)&lt;br /&gt;♥ the assassination of jesse james by the coward robert ford (1. long title; 2. brad pitt; 3. it's about the legendary bandit, jesse james)&lt;br /&gt;♥ martian child (MAJOR tearjerker! trailer pa laaang!)&lt;br /&gt;♥ enchanted (i'm partial to this one)&lt;br /&gt;♥ national treasure: book of secrets (kasi i feel that it's better than the first one)&lt;br /&gt;♥ beowulf (killer ang stars eh)&lt;br /&gt;♥ the golden compass (isa pa 'to)&lt;br /&gt;♥ sweeney todd (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tim burton + johnny depp = looove&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-6030382847374396444?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6030382847374396444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=6030382847374396444' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/6030382847374396444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/6030382847374396444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/09/brattitude.html' title='brattitude'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-5358888267223379917</id><published>2007-09-18T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T19:55:17.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twice to beat baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;waaahaha! i am still so giddy over la salle's victory. "adrenaline rush", sabi nga ni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://jopwitee.blogspot.com"&gt;jOn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;. OA talaga kanina. sobrang kinikilig ako kay rico. ahaha, 'di ko alam kung bakit, basta masyado akong natutuwa! medyo kawawa si ty kasi mga fourth quarter na siya halos nagka-rhythm. wala akong masabi kay casio. parang gusto ko siyang buhatin kaya lang 'di ko siya kaya. haha! i'm so proud of the archers for finally soaring high above the eagles. (parang ang weird ng dating ng sentence) sabi nga ng isa kong friend, parang nawalang kwenta ang dalawang past wins ng blue eagles sa archers kasi with just this one win, archers got a hold of a twice to beat advantage. whoopee! i pray talaga na 'di nila sayangin 'to. whoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;animo la salle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and onto other things.. mahal ko na si bolinao. i was 20 minutes late na sa class niya (at kasabay ko pa si pats ha!) and he didn't take attendance that day! grabe talaga yung prof na 'yun. makwento, sobra! para siyang si ms. z or si ms. v pero siya, more sa kwento. BUT! related pa rin sa lesson, kahit by a word lang. hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;we have a sub for fabuman. &lt;a href="http://bluebloodedchic.blogspot.com"&gt;yel&lt;/a&gt; and i were rapidly taking notes because our sub does not know if the slides were available online. and speaking of slides, mauubos na ang aming ink because of all the handouts that i needed to print for manpers. rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ano baaa. nasa news ang LS-AdMU game. teka, kinikilig na naman ako. si rico at ang sprain niya, binanggit pa. 69-70 baby. woohoo! "NOT THIS TIME" sabi ng mga lasalista! yihee! oh, oh, and nasa game nga pala si ryan arañas, si mac cardona, si joseph yeo, and si gary v. alumni homecoming ba daw?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem. si trish may bagong motto: 'wag ka na mag-drop! kaya natin 'to! i've been telling her kasi that i want to drop na salesba. i am so NOT going to learn kay uribe. hay. but, naawa ako kay trish so i'll ride it out na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss ko na mag-DVD marathon. half pa lang 'ata ako ng disc 2 ng monk, mille, haha!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-5358888267223379917?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5358888267223379917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=5358888267223379917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/5358888267223379917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/5358888267223379917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/09/twice-to-beat-baby.html' title='twice to beat baby!'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-4953192652423905366</id><published>2007-09-16T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T03:02:07.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LittLe girLs pLay, big girls cry</title><content type='html'>my dad always told me that you never really know a person, even with all the years between both of you. he is also very fond of driving his point home by telling us this story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;a husband and wife were in a plane crash. both were survivors but it was the husband who was rescued earlier. he didn't bother looking for his wife; he was just happy that he's safe. the wife was found some days later. the first thing she did when she was "back in civilization" was divorce her husband. she was tearful and at awe with her husband's lack of concern of her whereabouts during the days that she was still missing.&lt;/blockquote&gt;i like the feeling i get whenever i can predict exactly how a person would react or what a person would say. it's nice to be able to guess how someone would position his or her self regarding an issue. i'm fond of telling people stuff that i know or at least feel that they could relate to. and sometimes, i get so accustomed to what i know about these people that i forget that what i know may only be the tip of the iceberg. it may be an accident, a problem, anything, but there would always be something that would happen to remind me that 'hey! you don't know that much about him or her.' it shocks me for a moment then i let it settle. i hate surprises especially with regards to changes in things that i've become used to, but they can be overcome. always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even feel disgusted at times because i want to know everything about certain people yet i am not much willing to share a big chunk of me with them. i read somewhere that with every person you meet, you give a part of your heart to them. that may be the reason why i try to avoid (and usually fail in trying, i might add) sharing too much. i have this irritating tendency of becoming attached to things and people, making it difficult for me to part with them. but in the very same somewhere that i read, it also said that every goodbye is a chance to move on and to grow. i have to say, though, that i don't like the idea of growing up. (sheesh, i am such a kid!) i am deathly scared of having to work for my food, to practically beg employers to take you, to pay for your own space. (though the my-very-own-pad part, i likee!) i wish i could forever stay in a school, just wait for my allowance, go to school every (other) day, fuss over projects, get nervous over recitations, study for exams. as long as someone else is looking after me. as long as there are someone elses who are also having the same problems as me. as long as i stay with things that are familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like parting. but i guess it will always be a piece of life. is it possible to really know someone before they part ways? because if it's possible, i want to try to do it and hopefully, i can hold you always - even if just in memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-4953192652423905366?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4953192652423905366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=4953192652423905366' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/4953192652423905366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/4953192652423905366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/09/little-girls-play-big-girls-cry.html' title='LittLe girLs pLay, big girls cry'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-4680039044605824411</id><published>2007-09-14T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T21:36:09.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've been thinking..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;..and i've thought about some things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;1. deleting this blog and never blogging again;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;2. deleting this blog and blogging somewhere else;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;3. not deleting this blog but leave it unupdated;&lt;br /&gt;4. keep blogging but not as much as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;there are just some things, things beyond basketball, crushies, my anger management problems, school and horrible or okay profs, that just can't be put into words publicly. not like this. i'd rather have a person to talk to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;you'll be hearing from me when i'm "normal" again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-4680039044605824411?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4680039044605824411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=4680039044605824411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/4680039044605824411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/4680039044605824411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-been-thinking.html' title='i&apos;ve been thinking..'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-377856130395687477</id><published>2007-09-10T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T22:54:38.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as always</title><content type='html'>*for the sake of the tamad magbasa, i had a good first day. =)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yikee. first days always GOT to be documented huh? haha! what is it with first periods and me being late? i was about 10 minutes late for prodman. thank Lord that sir bolinao was cool about it. come to think of it, he hardly even looked at me. he was busy making kwento! he talked about his AIM days, his scholarships, his friends he made there, his sharp shooting training, gringo honasan, his hate for sqatters, his admiration for bayani fernando, his first helicopter ride from manila to davao, and the possible hatol kay estrada this wednesday. i love him. well, as of now, that is. and i don't fear much in this class because my beloved amoebas are here: kath, linds, &lt;a href="http://bluebloodedchic.blogspot.com"&gt;yel&lt;/a&gt;, lex, and pats. &lt;a href="http://jopwitee.blogspot.com"&gt;jon&lt;/a&gt; and kimi are in the next class though. hay naku joanne, miss na talaga kita maging classmate! (and natawa ako sa "the power of friendster" entry mo girl.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quatech AGAIN. sheesh &lt;a href="http://magistral.multiply.com"&gt;cole&lt;/a&gt;, they changed the book. your friend's getting his (?) book back after all. many thanks to him! =) many familiar faces: jiggy, horhe, micko, erika, wes, dainty, and more who are just faces to me. oh, and of course, dr. sarreal. hay gosh, thank Lord she didn't start discussing anything pa. i would have gone nuts. i can feel it - mababawi ko 'to dahil kay ma'am! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fabuman. ah, amoebas unite na naman! only jon is missing because she took the course na last term. jason is also in the class as well as other batchmates i'd rather not name kasi ayoko sa kanila. hehe. puro OL 'ata kami in this class. gawd, DSL, don't fail me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salesba is a 1-hour-30-minutes class so we meet only on mondays and fridays. trish is my classmate in this class. more familiar faces only's. haha! i'm kind of nervous about our prof and the way that we'd be going about with discussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manpers is with a prof who never was my prof pa before. i'm kind of scared din sa kanya at baka ako'y bumagsak but alan assures me she's okay. LOTS of familiar faces-with-names kasi majormates galore ang class! parang entres1 and 2 lang! (ahem. legs' whole group 'ata is in this class)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natawa ako when i met cole this afternoon. tsk, still fuming over her wce score. but i know i'd be doing the same, mas tahimik nga lang ako. naman, as if may tatalo kay cole magwala 'pag galit. =P sana pala ngayon na lang ako nag-engltri! mika, bors, and law were outside the room din, akala ko engl din sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to diliman na naman kanina. yaya? haha! it will be looong before i return dun, swear. kakapagod ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-377856130395687477?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/377856130395687477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=377856130395687477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/377856130395687477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/377856130395687477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/09/as-always.html' title='as always'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-7698839782691602168</id><published>2007-09-06T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T12:15:15.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MLS didn't have a break down!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;amazing. i was nervous awhile agao because at around 11 am, the MLS server was down. then 11:30 rolled around and everything was ok na. i have just finished adjusting and here's my new sched:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;920-1020 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;prodman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;1030-1130 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;quatech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;1140-1240 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;fabuman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;1250-220 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;salesba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;230-330 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;manpers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;TBA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;prcbmg1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;did you notice something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;putek, i have no break except on wednesdays! (salesba is only on mondays and fridays) sheesh. cute. but then again, almost ganyan din naman sched ko last term, five straight before may break. =|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-7698839782691602168?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7698839782691602168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=7698839782691602168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/7698839782691602168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/7698839782691602168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/09/mls-didnt-have-break-down.html' title='MLS didn&apos;t have a break down!'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-4709067506959303371</id><published>2007-09-04T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T01:01:47.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>define haggard</title><content type='html'>i've had a looong past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**thursday**&lt;br /&gt;shim and i met after my very funny finama2 final exam. we spent two hours in KFC, eating and talking about.. everything except politics and how to save the ozone layer. shim's funny - he's weirdly very open with me about stuff. i never thought i'd end up being one of his confidants but that was what happened. most things are confidential anyway so.. i shut up now, haha. dad picked me up at CSB then we proceeded to pick up burth at PNU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**monday**&lt;br /&gt;yay! i went to jet's home and super bum kami. my twin's nice (parang bata lang ang nagsabi) - he studied na for his exams para lang mag-crash with me. thanks twin! =) anyway, makapal mukha ko so inabuso ko talaga kuryente nila: i watched with jet &lt;i&gt;1408&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;fracture&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;distrubia&lt;/i&gt; all in one day. i thought i was going to feel guilty about it but i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;1408&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say, i was disappointed. i think i must never read a book AND watch its film adaptation. i &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;always&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; end up disappointed. wth this one, start with the fact that stephen king wrote that the books of mr. enslin were best sellers. in the film, however, nilalangaw yung meet 'n greet niya. but then again, who really would buy a book entitled&lt;i&gt;ten nights in ten haunted graveyards&lt;/i&gt;? i won't, that's for sure. &lt;i&gt;haunted philippines&lt;/i&gt; ba ito? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when mr. enslin was at the door of room 1408, madami na agad nangyari sa book. nagtagal siya sa door kasi doon pa lang, the room's playing with him na. sa film? he entered agad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the events din in the room were super duper added in na lang. siguro pinapahaba kasi tsaka baka rin hindi nila ma-bring to life yung descriptions ni stephen king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and the whole dead daughter thing? wala sa book. scratch na din the wife and the dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, scarier yung book. hmm. or maybe i was concentrating too much on what was wrong with the movie. Xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;fracture&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to watch this dati when it first came out but when i got the time naman to see it, tinanggal na sa nearest movie theaters. we were not to watch this pa nga if only kuya pepz had arrived earlier - &lt;i&gt;disturbia&lt;/i&gt; ang habol namin, hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my goodness, sumakit ang ulo namin. it may be the monitor or it may be the story itself. ang pogi lang ni ryan gosling, swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;disturbia&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na-disturb ako. ang daming kissing scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. medyo kulang ng creepers. pero ayaw ko ng mga stabbing and dugo-dugo so kadire na siya for me. isa pa, ayaw ko din ng dead bodies. ayoko ng habulan with a psycho killer. ayoko din ng mga night videos - the green makes everything creepy looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl's not pretty! (haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;medyo funny yung reason why na-house arrest si shia sa film. erm, na medyo ma-drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, shia ate something gross: peanut butter topped with hershey's chocolate syrup. ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yum. i had dinner pa at jet's. grabe na 'to, ang dami ko nang utaaang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**tuesday**&lt;br /&gt;yay, course card day! i was supposed to be in school from 9 to 11 lang but maarte ang career services office, 1pm pa daw kami. sheesh, eh nasa office lang pala nila yung cards, ready to get anytime! bwisit. napa-stay pa tuloy ako until 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~i got lower than expected in legalen&lt;br /&gt;~i got higher than expected in finama2&lt;br /&gt;~i got as expected in quatech (i didn't get na my card but i checked my MLS account)&lt;br /&gt;~i got higher than expected in intphil&lt;br /&gt;~i got as expected in orient2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i already got my entres2 and market1 course cards weeks ago.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw my quatech crushie. na medyo hindi na kasi he's a meanie. my bag turned into a buddy course card counter. tonee's legelen was with me, jon's entres2 is with me, vi's orient2 also is still with me. ngyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mille, thanks sa dvds. hopefully, matatapos ako before mag-midterms next term, wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na-late ako sa UPD. err, i was not really expected on a certain time kaya lang i've been saying that i'll most prolly arrive at 2 sabay 3 ako dadating. jet was waiting for me, thank gawd. i would have missed the stop kasi si manong biglang hindi na nag-call out ng stop. we toured UPD on foot. my gulay. kawawa kami, haha! mostly my fault. may pagka-masokista 'ata ako eh. ayoko talaga mag-jeep, ayaw pa umupo, haha! it was fun though. then we bumped into dyl. nalungkot naman ako when i left you. =| babalik talaga ako for a matinong visit, hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my my, how i missed dyl's shriek. miss soprano eh, kamusta naman. nothing's changed with her kadaldalan and get up. hay. made me absolutely nostalgic about the HS days we spent in masci together. dyl made sure that i was up-to-date with the lives of mascians in UPD - about 74 daw sila dun. they have their own tambayan pa, as if they were an org. =( wah, i miss masci tuloy. luckily, we had the tambayan to ourselves so todo chika kami. rhee passed by and did something she never did to me before - beso. haller, iba kaya kami ng barkada. weird talaga 'pag college, biglang nag-uusap and nagiging close mga HS-mates na never naging ganun before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the funny thing: from 5:30 until 7, wala akong kasama kasi jet has a statics exam and dylan has a class. sheesh. i sat in the unlit palma hall room 122, waiting for dyl's class to be over. mga 1 hour na ako dun when i remembered that palma hall was fabled to be home to some of UP diliman's creepers. i looked around and even beyond the massive windows - nope, no creepers there. after a while though, i heard footsteps ala lotus feet (from kris aquino's film, &lt;i&gt;feng shui&lt;/i&gt;) and soon saw that lotus feet, a black cat, and sadako were passing by the open door of the room i was in. may kasama silang normally dressed person who seemed to be overseeing their procession. nangiti ako sa get up nila. i then realized that the noise stopped. i was about to stand and look outside the room when i suddenly faced the front door and found the cat and sadako looking at me. i just smiled at them and natawa naman sila. their "supervisor" mock-scolded them saying na dapat sila mag-stalk sa mga naglalakad, hindi sa mga nakatambay sa room. he added pa that they shouldn't laugh 'pag hindi sila kinatakutan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the most exciting part of my wait, i guess. besides that, kinagat lang ako ng lamok and inatake ng allergies ko. Xp but i'm going back pa rin, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahala na si batman kung may typos, wahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-4709067506959303371?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4709067506959303371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=4709067506959303371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/4709067506959303371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/4709067506959303371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/09/define-haggard.html' title='define haggard'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-4310987694414090628</id><published>2007-09-01T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T23:36:53.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>koryana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;a zen man is one who is like a child - uncorrupted and incorruptible, with a sacred "yes", and pure views on life. i have been watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;kim sam soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; for hours now and she uttered these words: love is naturally childish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;my friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://purplebutterflies.multiply.com/"&gt;reg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; once said that childish is perceived negatively; child-like is a better term. whichever. for me, as long as the word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; is present, my point would me made. the thing is, i wish i could love like a child loves - with simple things, a child is happy. sometimes, aabutan mo lang ng laruan, feeling na niya the best ka. papakainin mo lang, you care so much na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;then we grew up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;kung anu-ano nang kaartehan nalaman natin. akalain mo ba namang ang love eh may iba nang variations ngayon? may MU, may fling, may secret on, may third party, may fifth wheel, at may one night stand pa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;waaait! pero may seryoso naman in the sense na matinong usapan talaga ang relationship nila. pero hindi talaga mawawala yung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"bakit ang tagal mo mag-reply?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"4 minutes late ka! explain!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"sino naman ang kasama mong babaita ha?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;etc etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;after a long, long sagutan na napunta na sa mga past kasalanan ng isa't isa na tipong naungkat na pati problema ng mga magulang ni guy kay girl (and vice versa), bigla nang may magtatanong kung "kung ayaw mo na, sabihin mo lang!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;tapos magpapakabato pa sila both, tinitignan kung sino makakatagal at kung sino unang bibigay at magmamakaawang maging sila uli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;tapos, 'pag sila na uli, ganun at ganun pa rin uli mangyayari. bakit lagi na lang kailangan tignan yung kulang at mali sa kanya? if we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;gloss over those flaws&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; talk about those flaws then tapos na lahat ng issue when the talk's over, may mawawala ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;dati, ganun ako kaselosa. someone made me realize na minsan, pwede palang minimal 'yun. nope, hindi overnight process - it's been more than a year. may mali, pag-usapan, sabihin na lahat. then it's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;hay. but then again, may times na you just can't help the feeling. sana bata ako uli. kaya lang malaki na ang presyo ng innocence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*akala ninyo matinong post 'no? naghahanap ka pa ba? wala nang susunod, simply incoherent lang talaga 'yan. grabe ang nagagawa ng mga koreanovela na kakaiba ang translation. wala bang magpapahiram sa akin ng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;House MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;, basta 'wag na ako magbabasa ng translations?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-4310987694414090628?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4310987694414090628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=4310987694414090628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/4310987694414090628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/4310987694414090628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/09/koryana.html' title='koryana'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-6497632591379700717</id><published>2007-08-31T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T12:16:49.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>adik sa 'yo</title><content type='html'>(i'm turning into a camwhore. shit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i watched two movies almost the whole of wednesday, whatever i reviewed for finama2 had flown out of my mind. yey. fabulous. i went to school early yesterday to meet up with trish. to review? heck no! we were just making chichi in central plaza, counting how many of my crushes would pass by. five in all, including one who kept passing in front of our bench four times in a row. looking for his girlfriend, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was shocked that when i got to our finama2 exam room, everyone else was seated na and was already starting with the test. &lt;a href="http://jopwitee.blogspot.com"&gt;jOn&lt;/a&gt; even even popped in pa and was surprised din na nag-start na kami eh wala pang time. (jon! kailangang kailangan na nating magkita, haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the room was surprisingly crammed. when i looked around, i learned that may mga kasama pala kaming finama1 students. awesome. 3:30 to 4:30 na ang dumaan, nasa 36 pa lang ako sa 60-item test. then our prof announced suddenly na i-pass na lang daw namin papers namin kay (insert classmate's name here). then she left. needless to say, kopyahan galore-ness. we finished about 20 minutes before the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go na. my sister's bigkasadulawit contest is coming up in 30 minutes, pupunta pa akong school niya, haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-6497632591379700717?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6497632591379700717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=6497632591379700717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/6497632591379700717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/6497632591379700717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/adik-sa-yo.html' title='adik sa &apos;yo'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-4089332649351820961</id><published>2007-08-30T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T08:52:34.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a line away</title><content type='html'>I learned in Intphil that there are two things that would never cease to make us apprehensive: the past and the future. How timely that Ms. V should mention it in class. I just realized these past few days how little it takes for something to tug at my heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Someone belting the line “Good morning, Baltimore!” (Tracy Turnblad, &lt;i&gt;Hairspray&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;2. Queen Latifah singing about how the “whites and blacks should integrate, not segregate.” (&lt;i&gt;Hairspray&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;3. Tracy’s parents, the humongous mom Edna and lanky dad Wilbur, reminding me not just of my parents but their unbelievable love for each other. (&lt;i&gt;Hairspray&lt;/i&gt;. PS: I think, that if you were in my shoes, having parents who live waaay apart from each other and actually feeling for yourself the love they have for each other, you’d be reduced to tears too. It’s quite amazing how love’s little miracles never fail to awestruck me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll talk more about the heart-tugs later. For now, let’s talk &lt;i&gt;Hairspray&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;The Invasion&lt;/i&gt;. I just watched both yesterday morning until afternoon. &lt;i&gt;Hairspray&lt;/i&gt; was not really in my list of films to catch. I thought it was just another musical about high school stuff: love, schoolwork, and strict parents. I guess the opinion was just an offset of the unexplainable &lt;i&gt;High School Musical&lt;/i&gt; phenomenon (Vanessa Hudgens haters, sign up here, haha!). &lt;i&gt;Hairspray&lt;/i&gt; was set in 1960’s Baltimore, Maryland. It was the time when racism was still big in the US. NO ONE told me that. I only went to see the movie because two people told me that it was good: &lt;a href = "http://blowfishing.blogspot.com"&gt;mille&lt;/a&gt; and my dad. And when it comes to movies, the opinion of those two has a big weight in my book. I was expecting fun, fun, fun but I got more than that. The march of the black people tore me a bit. The duet of John Travolta and Christopher Walken was really nice. I’m going to search for the lyrics of that one. All song and dance numbers were simply great. Marc Shaiman and Scott Wittman did well with the music. I don’t think they overdid it. There was enough happiness-sadness songs balance in the whole production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the fight of the blacks for media freedom, Tracy Turnblad was also involved in a personal one: fighting for her right to perform on TV even if she was not the “ideal” TV personality. She was short AND fat. I admit that at first, there was a certain kind of awkwardness to seeing someone BIG shake her booty on screen but Tracy just gives off this air that she knows that she CAN bust a move and well! So after a while, you enjoy her performance for all that she gives to it. And you won’t even mind that she got to kiss Zac Efron in the end. Mind you, in my opinion, she’d be a better Gabrielle than Vanessa. ANYONE would be better than Vanessa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Invasion&lt;/i&gt; was based on a novel, &lt;i&gt;The Body Snatchers&lt;/i&gt;. The movie was gah-ross. It reminded me so much of some characters in the book I’m reading now, &lt;i&gt;Cell&lt;/i&gt; by Stephen King, only that the ‘crazies’ in the movie are calm whereas in the book, they’re beast-like. There was a review that said that the movie lacked suspense but for someone who HATES suspense movies, I’ve had more than enough. The ending was unremarkable, though. I watched &lt;i&gt;The Invasion&lt;/i&gt; before &lt;i&gt;Hairspray&lt;/i&gt; and two hours after the ending of &lt;i&gt;The Invasion&lt;/i&gt;, I can’t recall it right away when I was telling dad about it. It was only after he said “swero” that something in my mind clicked and related the image of the swero to the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad caught the sneak preview of &lt;i&gt;Disturbia&lt;/i&gt; yesterday! I am oh so envious! Grr. Maganda daw talaga. Samahan mo ‘ko manuod! (Hey, that’s you, &lt;strike&gt;whomever you are&lt;/strike&gt; if I know you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart-tuggers:&lt;br /&gt;1. Hearing the Philippine National Anthem play&lt;br /&gt;2. Dad driving me around&lt;br /&gt;3. Feeling jealous and feeling that I have a right to be&lt;br /&gt;4. Knowing that there is that someone who would really hear me out&lt;br /&gt;5. Dad asking for a glass of water&lt;br /&gt;6. Missing out on the lives of people I care about&lt;br /&gt;7. Pan de Manila’s heavenly pandesals&lt;br /&gt;8. Text messaging with my pals&lt;br /&gt;9. Trusting that I’m right in running to THAT person&lt;br /&gt;10.  Passing through Daang Hari and seeing either tall cogon grass or various subdivisions&lt;br /&gt;11.  Looking at our house, inside out&lt;br /&gt;12.  Getting the report card of my sister&lt;br /&gt;13.  Seeing La Salle through camera lenses&lt;br /&gt;14.  Wondering how fast things would change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-4089332649351820961?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4089332649351820961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=4089332649351820961' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/4089332649351820961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/4089332649351820961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-learned-in-intphil-that-there-are-two.html' title='i&apos;m a line away'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-39926363215569006</id><published>2007-08-24T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T19:43:59.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet Life</title><content type='html'>i didn't have a second and a third class today. yes, i'm really passing legalen. hello, he gave all a +20 sa finals. queer. and yes, i'm really failing quatech na. can i stop talking about it already?? haha! since bum day ako today, i spent an hour in the lib, 30 minutes with amoebas kimi and kath and 30 minutes outside our intphil room. i think i'll pass that one too. the third exam was relatively easier than the other two long exams. i'm not sure if it's because i've been reading about the stuff for a week already or because i was careless lang kanina sa exam. hmm. pero i'm sure naman about my answers.. what the heck, basta pumasa ako, naging masaya naman ako sa philo eh, hehe! tsaka sobra na 'pag bumagsak pa ako. nagsadyaang bagsak na nga ako sa end ng quatech eh, tapos maaaksidenteng bagsak pa 'ko sa iba? 'wag na 'no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stayed pa sa school way after my last meeting with malaya was over because trish was looking for me. goodness, major stalking mode siya kanina. we passed velasco hall like 4 to 5 times siguro. balikan na pero OA 'yun ah. it was in the span of an hour naman, with minutes of gaps pero OA pa rin. hahaha! she was sweetly rewarded naman as she saw her crushie-slash-friend. i was tired na after that one. but nooo, she had to see him just one more time! so we walked through the conserve hallway and to the conserve walk. and as we were talking about jeff then, i was so surprised na umappear siya from the soccer field walk. ack! we were going to meet sa tapat ng north gate if trish and i had continued walking kaya lang napatigil ako when i saw him. i had to grip trish's arm pa kasi first time niya makita si jeff. weeeird ko talaga. anyhoo, ayun, nauna siya. trish was busily teasing me when jeff looked back in a MAJOR way and nakita kami: me holding trish's arm to restrain her from elbowing me and trish na nanlalaki ang mata and naka-purse ang lips dahil biglang nag-shut up. goodness! then he began to walk faster then we had to jog (yeah, HAD TO talaga 'no? ahaha!) to catch up kasi he was rounding a corner na (the MRDO office at central plaza). when we rounded the corner, he was nowhere to be found! mind you, we were about ten feet behind him lang and we JOGGED! he disappeared really fast! gawd, i dunno how he did it pero i'm sure he was freaked out by what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stalkers galore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw &lt;a href = "http://blowfishing.blogspot.com"&gt;mille&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href = "http://magistral.multiply.com"&gt;cole&lt;/a&gt; and abdul kanina! well, abdul and i didn't talk, hehe. but cole was sweet enough to call me a bitch and tell me to leave the room. no, i was not shocked. nasanay na ako kay cole. swear girl, no hard feelings. you made me smile pa nga. haha! si mille naman kasabay ko lumabas. kamusta naman, the prof was in the room na pala, buti at mille informed me! then natatawa ako, saktong nung sinabi ni mille na "ching, may i yung &lt;a href = "http://animoism.multiply.com/photos/photo/4/1?"&gt;maierhofer&lt;/a&gt;!" (referring to the animoism shirt - what the hell, &lt;a href = "http://animoism.multiply.com/photos/photo/8/3"&gt;they have it pala in purple!&lt;/a&gt;) may girl na dumaan na naka-&lt;a href = "http://animoism.multiply.com/photos/photo/7/1?"&gt;"live the dream animo team" shirt&lt;/a&gt; (another animoism shirt). the girl looked down sa shirt na suot niya! ahaha! kamusta namaaan mille! tapos isa pang kalokohan ni mille: saan ba daw dadaan yung bus ko. ako naman 'tong binasa yung nasa sign board. tapos sasabay daw siya. na-shock naman ako so tinanong ko kung saan ba siya. tapos she said lang na basta sasabay siya. then nung nakaakyat na ako, sinabi niyang joke lang, ahaha! mille, ok ka talaga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err. dapat na 'ata ako magsimula magbasa ng mga lesson ko. finals na next week 'di ba? hehehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-39926363215569006?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/39926363215569006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=39926363215569006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/39926363215569006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/39926363215569006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/sweet-life.html' title='sweet Life'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-4741748171647145967</id><published>2007-08-23T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T22:14:14.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oodLes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;it's raining again. mark asked me if there was another storm coming. i've got no idea as i am not PAG-ASA. but even if i was, i wouldn't get it right anyway. i have to ask my news-reading and news-watching dad. i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; that there's no more storm until the term break. sirain na nila break ko, 'wag lang ma-postpone pa ang finals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;i'm really decided na to fail quatech. haha! i didn't make pa the project to be submitted tomorrow. haller, sayang ang ink, gagawin ko rin naman next term. isa pa, major ang quatech pero prereq sa isa pang major. goodness, kailangan ko maintindihan ang lessons! sana magaling talaga si sarreal. may bonus points kaya dahil kami advisees niya sa practi? hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;and speaking of bonus points, i just shed off 10 points from the score that i need to pass intphil. know why? because i never absented myself in her class. haha! too bad masyado akong nahiya magtanong kay miss. may bonus points pa pala yun. isa pa, hanggang ngayon, nalilito pa rin ako sa zen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;i'm going to miss the people from this term. well, nauna na ang amoebas, una kasing nawalan ng class ang entres2. then si jackie from market1. presidente namin at groupmate. lower batch pero nakakatuwa kasi adik sa green archers tsaka matino ka-pair sa mga project. then sa finama2, sina boris, law, jet, johnrey, ang magbo-blockmates na nakakatawa pero 'di ko ka-close, si mika, at siyempre si vianne. sa legalen, wala akong mamimiss. badtrip talaga that we go to class ng 7am tapos 7:30 na dumadating prof namin. pero at least i'm super passing there. wah! mamimiss ko ang eng boys ng intphil! grabe kacocorny ng mga tao dun, sobrang babaw ng tawa pero ok lang, same same. haha! pero nice sila, kahit na medyo laging nagugulat 'pag kinakausap ko sila. weird nga at nagkaroon ako ng kausap dun pero up to now 'di ko alam ang name niya, haha! she doesn't ask for mine din naman, mutual thingie i guess. patapos na rin kasi ang term nung 'nag-bond' kami. sa quatech? si bia, wes, tonee, and karla lang ang mamimiss ko. ang aming prof? definitely not. 'pag nabawi ko talaga ang 0.0 ko, ime-mail ko sa kanya course card ko. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;hay nakooow. mag-break na please - term break. gusto ko na magising na hindi dahil sa alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wahoho! nanalo la salle kanina versus adamson. a 20-point lead that wasn't much of a surprise naman. and even if 'di ko napanuod ang UE-NU na game, sure ako that the warriors won. at least now, medyo secure na ang spot ng la salle sa final four. goodness, manalo naman sana sila against ateneo kahit once. well, once na lang sila magkikita uli this season 'di ba? haha! peace yel!)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-4741748171647145967?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4741748171647145967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=4741748171647145967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/4741748171647145967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/4741748171647145967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/oodles.html' title='oodLes'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-8064506450300571927</id><published>2007-08-21T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T20:42:03.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>running Low</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;two funny messages in a day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;1. tonee texted me asking if nasa room na si "mangkukulam". i have no idea where she got that and i have no intention of spilling kung sino siya.. unless you ask really nicely. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;2. i had a sleeping spree this afternoon and woke up to pats' message: maierhofer and casio sat in in her litera2 class. but that's not all! they had a poetry recital in front of her class - complete with actions! i would pay to see that! laugh trip daw silang dalawa eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;i was talking to hawi a few days ago and i asked him if he'd still tell me about happenings if ever hindi na kami magkikita. what he replied to me reduced me to silence: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;pwede rin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;. with a grin pa on his lips. he's one of my close friends from church and it was just an idea to him to help me 'keep track' of people's lives if ever we'd go separate ways! but then again, hawi's always been more of a realist, saying things frankly and things that kind of hurt at times because they're too true. sa bagay, kesa naman sabihin niya na babalitaan niya ako tapos 'di naman niya gagawin 'di ba? mas disappointing 'yun for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;but that has always been the case, hasn't it? that when people have put some distance between them and the people they 'treasure', all parties start promising to keep in touch, knowing well that one way or another, it would hardly happen. of course, the separation is never intentional, always an effect of a choice - like going to different universities, living somewhere else, entering different fields.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;i, myself, have made these almost empty promises and i wonder now why we even do it. just to say something before we part? there is only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: courier new;"&gt;a handful&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt; of people that i can be completely madaldal with even after years of being away from each other. why are we so afraid to share what has been going on in our lives anyway? because an hour or two is not enough to update them? because there are so many things that we would have wanted to say but those things slipped our mind? because those things are only good conversation makers in the heat of the moment - which is like, months ago? or maybe because we simply fear that our 'treasured ones' would not be interested in what has been going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like after graduation all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: courier new;"&gt;this thing that we're doing, i do not understand anymore. i wish i could liberate myself from feeling but i can't. i was hoping that nothing would come in between but i guess that was too much to ask for. it's a sad, bad situation and i'm stuck in it. yesss. there are a lot of things i want to say to you but i fear &lt;strike&gt;for my life. haha, OA.&lt;/strike&gt; your reaction because i am clueless of how you feel about all these. i don't want to talk anymore anyway. i think i've said too much already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;my sisters and i were talking last night and napunta ang usapan sa mga gamot because i've been taking a lot of medications these days. i asked them if they wanted to taste a time capsule. of course, i was greeted with their are-you-OK faces. i answered with a "when you take it, it brings you back to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bitter&lt;/span&gt; past". lame, but i was feeling lantang gulay na eh. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ps: have you heard that ruffa gutierrez and yilmaz bektas are remarrying? gawd, i wonder what the message of this new found spark of love is. bigger divorce money the second time around? mommy annabelle isn't happy though. fabulous. may palabas na naman sila for another few weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-8064506450300571927?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8064506450300571927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=8064506450300571927' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/8064506450300571927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/8064506450300571927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/running-low.html' title='running Low'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-6762556213444546886</id><published>2007-08-20T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T19:37:46.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when will the vagueness come to light?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;my head aches from too much free time. but i got killer eye baggages now. kung kailan naman walang class, tsaka nagkaroon. i finished my three stephen king books sa 6 days na walang pasok. amazing na may novel siyang muntik ako naiyak. stephen king. naiyak ako. weeeird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;there are times that i just want to get away from people. like contact is going to break me or something. why oh why. kung kailan pa may pasok na uli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's with people these days? everyone seems to be trying to.. distance themselves from others. why now? kung kailan naman we're about to do lots of stuff together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realized: tinatamad na ako mag-blog. kung kailan naman madami na uling happenings.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-6762556213444546886?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6762556213444546886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=6762556213444546886' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/6762556213444546886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/6762556213444546886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-will-vagueness-come-to-light.html' title='when will the vagueness come to light?'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-8594228016690350586</id><published>2007-08-17T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T00:36:30.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a Love-hate thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;it's raining. really raining. and i can not sleep yet as i am still bitter. i have been panicking the whole day because i have no idea whether there would be an intphil quiz tomorrow or none. i decided to just study. i was studying even sa church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;then they announce the suspension at almost 12mn. great. cute. really nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;weird though that i finally got around to getting up close and personal with joshua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-8594228016690350586?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8594228016690350586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=8594228016690350586' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/8594228016690350586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/8594228016690350586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-love-hate-thing.html' title='it&apos;s a Love-hate thing'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-1032126825538326599</id><published>2007-08-15T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:27:24.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/RsMDBAkcfgI/AAAAAAAAACU/CnDKonbmP68/s1600-h/DSC00138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/RsMDBAkcfgI/AAAAAAAAACU/CnDKonbmP68/s320/DSC00138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098922518981148162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute. the area between the north gate and the conserve gate lost the sidewalk to the flood waters. gross. if hindi sobrang aga ng announcement ng CHED na wala pa yung rains, sobrang late naman. like kanina, 9am na sila nag-aanounce. my class began at 7am pa. already, i had taken two quizzes, chit chatted with a lot of people, got teased a whole lot by law and jethro, eaten snacks care of vi, and answered an ice cream-related survey. then the announcement came. vi left me in animo because she needed to make a PPT presentation. law and jet were having a blast driving me mad. ngayon ko lang sila nakasama nang ganun kataga and ang loko pala talaga nila. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was checking which gate to pass through kasi puro baha. i met alex sa may north gate - baha. i met linds when i was leaving north gate and she later texted saying that south gate was in a worse case than north gate. later still, while walking, i met kimi and kath. kimi informed me that she'll be riding a truck home. haha! father was going to pick her up. kath and i were teasing her that we'll cheer her on. we went to z2 to hunt down some chow. kimi left for the north gate then kath and i proceeded to eng gate. i didn't see jeff though i saw some of his friends. i waited for a while with kath sa eng gate, watching people walk the plank - may wooden bridge thingie na ginagamit ang mga guard para makatawid through the deeper parts ng flood ang mga student. mga 11:30 na when i left kath because i went to EGI to check if mas mababa ang water dun. it wasn't. but i was lucky that while i was there, may bus na dumating, wala pang laman and talagang dumikit sa EGI para makasakay kami without getting our feet wet. i slept through the ride home after taking some &lt;a href="http://chiventeeng17.multiply.com/photos/album/69/rainy_day"&gt;taft flood pics&lt;/a&gt;. ooh! and i got hinayang din kasi shim texted me, asking if nasa la salle pa ako. manlilibre daw sana ng starbucks eh nasa baclaran na ako! grr. got to remember to make time talaga for shimmer. more than hundred bucks din yun ah. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met up with dad at southmall. we had lunch at kenny and we went our separate ways: he to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the bourne ultimatum&lt;/span&gt; and i to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surf's up&lt;/span&gt;. i watched the movie and kind of was imagining shia everytime cody came on screen and spoke, haha! weirdo. at least dad and i are on full agreement to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disturbia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the invasion&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1408&lt;/span&gt;. burth came later and she had lunch while dad and i had snacks. i know, we love our food. and on the way home, it rained but we didn't get stuck in flood. it had never happened in our area. i don't think it ever will. if it does happen, that means lubog na ang buong metro and we have to ride na the ark that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;evan almighty&lt;/span&gt; built. (still debating whether to watch it or not)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-1032126825538326599?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1032126825538326599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=1032126825538326599' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/1032126825538326599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/1032126825538326599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/yikes.html' title='yikes'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/RsMDBAkcfgI/AAAAAAAAACU/CnDKonbmP68/s72-c/DSC00138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-6769865426613677963</id><published>2007-08-11T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:27:24.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sore "L"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/Rr2cpgkcfeI/AAAAAAAAACE/jjnB9C63ySU/s1600-h/archers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/Rr2cpgkcfeI/AAAAAAAAACE/jjnB9C63ySU/s200/archers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097402590184635874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i love la salle. i love the archers. so PLEEEAAASE, do not lose again to any other team in the UAAP! i know, there are other sports in the UAAP as well, but i only care for the basketball team. it will be too much stress to worry about the tankers, the woodpushers, the spikers, the netters... anyhoo, DLSU lost to UST today. after, what, 16 consecutive games of winning against them? i still stick by what i have always said, UST (any team, for that matter) is not worthy to call themselves true champions if they have not faced la salle the whole season. elitist views fueled by ms. zamora but what the heck, may point kaya. other people are not yet worrying about la salle's chances at the cup but i am. the race to the top four who are going to battle it out for the gold are SOOO tight. la salle had been bumped from the second spot to the third and that's not taking into account pa who would win between the ateneo-UE match tomorrow. goodness. pray for the archers. they'll be needing those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the pic above is from the &lt;a href="http://animoism.multiply.com/"&gt;animoism team&lt;/a&gt;. i saw their spread in the SUPER section of &lt;a href="http://www.inquirer.net/"&gt;PDI&lt;/a&gt; and i just had to check out their site. i heart &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; their works! but i'll talk more about them on monday. to my t-shirt buddy &lt;a href="http://jopwitee.blogspot.com/"&gt;jOn&lt;/a&gt;, they have lovable tees, swear. kind of mahal at Php350 as the usual LS shirts run from 100 to 200 but they're really nice. and kamusta namang medyo buong front lang naman ng shirt ang may print. haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i am super excited! i ordered two new things that would make me happy. actually, happier. and they're doing it now pa lang kahit 'di ko pa sila hawak. yahooness. weird. i should be stressing over quatech. but then again, after that horrendous fifth quiz, i think even if i perfect my finals, i'd still fail. hmm. OA 'yun. but you get the picture. i've accepted the result of my choices, i think, kaya hindi masakit sa loob bumagsak. so &lt;a href="http://magistral.multiply.com/"&gt;cole&lt;/a&gt;, please tell your friend i'll be needing the quatech book again. i remember one of my friends dropped one of our classes together nung second half na kasi she was no longer enjoying the class and thinks that she's failing (ahem ahem). it's kind of like that na din sa quatech, only this time, i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to re-take it because it's a pre-req to another major. and i think that under sarreal, our dear practi adviser, i'd be able to get at least a 2.5 naman para mabura ang aking 0.0 and i'd actually learn quantitative techniques the way they should be learned. which reminds me: guys, i have good news! naka-2.5 ako kay zamora! haha! magshishift na sana akong MMG kaya lang naisip kong hindi naman si zamora forever kong prof 'pag ganun. sooo magkikita pa talaga tayo next term amoebas. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;'til grad do us part!&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/21384892-6769865426613677963?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6769865426613677963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=6769865426613677963' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/6769865426613677963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/6769865426613677963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/sore-l.html' title='sore &quot;L&quot;'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/Rr2cpgkcfeI/AAAAAAAAACE/jjnB9C63ySU/s72-c/archers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-7569904398641880782</id><published>2007-08-10T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T18:57:54.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tukso Lapitan mo ako</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Kapit at baka mahulog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Larawan na umiindayog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Tukso lapitan mo ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Kapit at baka mahulog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Lasapin mo ang aking tugtog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Aalaga ka akin kahit sa iyong pagtulog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;i swear, if you only read lyrics, you'd think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" href="http://www.brownmanrevival.com/"&gt;BMR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; are DOM. but still, i love their sound and it was their cd that i kept replaying in the car while we headed to asian hospital plus when we were going home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;my derma forgot about me. her other two clients kasi cancelled and she had forgotten that she told me that i would be rescheduled for today. i think the secretary could sense that i really wanted to see tita. i was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;majorly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; agitated. i nearly jumped up when tita walked through the door. i've been planning my two weeks worth of a recount of events that led to my current skin problem. the whole speech was etched in my mind and i was ready to blurt it the moment tita closed the door to her clinic. the problem was, my tongue and throat weren't cooperating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i cried. haha! i can laugh about it now but i was seriously scared kanina. my explanations came in short bouts and somehow, my derma understood me. no, i wasn't hiccupping a lot, just that i stopped a lot to think of how to quickly tell my dilemma. tita took one look at me and she knew what was wrong with me. i have some sort of contagious bacteria. nah, not contagious to other people but to the other parts of my body. that's why it's been spreading like mad across the whole of me even if i don't scratch naman the parts where the damned things appear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;another reason was (she wrung this out of me. i kid, haha!) i sleep late and i don't take vitamins resulting to low resistance to things like bacteria nga. so now, i have to down three different stuff after every meal. grrreat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;fate, destiny, or my choice? i doubt it's the last. whatever it was, it was having a real laugh playing me around kanina. the one time that i looked my absloute WORST and she, he, it, whatever had to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. seat my intphil crushie, jeff, right beside me. at dahil ang lalakas ng boses nila, i found out that they chose their geo trip to manila bay over the PNPRS talk in comfy william shaw little theater. i did talk to him though. pero i asked something lang about sa ticket and sa venue. nothing that would amke him look into my eyes. bwahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. make me walk right next to my quatech crush kanina. he was coming into la salle from the north gate and that was where i go out so that i can get a ride home. yeah, i saw him from afar na, carrying a suit and looking at me. (hello, if there was someone that you keep talking to tapos 'di naman kayo close, maaalala mo siya 'di ba?) i looked far far away before we could get next to each other. haller, ang mata, ang ganda 'di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;but i promise people, you own't die if you do look into my eyes. unless na lang you get the idea that i tolerate pang-aasar.. baka gusto niyong ma-front page the next day: isang pikon na lasalista pinatay ang kaibigan! (teka, ako ang naging bida. wahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-7569904398641880782?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7569904398641880782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=7569904398641880782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/7569904398641880782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/7569904398641880782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/tukso-lapitan-mo-ako.html' title='tukso Lapitan mo ako'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-4380196870690452754</id><published>2007-08-08T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T16:05:52.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"cLasses suspended due to rains and fLooding"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;posting time: 6:57 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; eh nasa school na kaya ako nun, nagsasagot na nga kami ng incentive seatwork na iniwan ng prof naming hindi pumasok eh! it was a laugh. my sister and i fought the rains to get to our respective schools para lang masabihan that there were no classes. i know. we love our universities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be feeling down but for some reason, i'm not. my eye and skin are near blasted by my allergies. i apologize to those who have to see me in this gross appearance. i thank my friends din for tolerating the sight of my skin problems. others would have talked about how disgusting it is behind my back but you guys mere brushed it off. thank you, thank you. =) my derma was supposed to see me today but she moved it to friday because apparently everywhere is flooded daw. well, it is flooded nga naman almost everywhere. taft was as flooded as i could imagine it to be. buti na lang, sa may vito cruz LRT station area, hindi inabot ng baha. i waited there na lang for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some flood water got into my shoes but i was lucky pa rin kasi when i got into the bus on the way home, &lt;a href="http://www.brownmanrevival.com/"&gt;brownman revival&lt;/a&gt; was performing on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unang hirit&lt;/span&gt;. and i thought i wasn't going to catch it! dino was his usual hot hot self. he was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;dancing&lt;/span&gt;. enough said. ahem. i meant, i was lucky that i had tissue to wipe my shoes and my feet with. hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got home, my sisters, dad, and i all decided that this was the best time to go malling. haha! dad watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rush hour 3&lt;/span&gt;, and burth and shark went shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blades of glory&lt;/span&gt; alone. i've always had this thing for ice skating and ice hockey movies: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;figure it out&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ice princess&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mighty ducks&lt;/span&gt; "series". they say it's the glitter; i say.. no idea. there's just something with it. anyway, i enjoyed the movie. jon heder was a laugh! he looked so young in the film. and i learned just now that he'll be voicing chicken joe, cody maverick's (voiced by shia labeouf!) surf buddy in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surf's up&lt;/span&gt;. that's two reasons to watch the film.. three, if you count the fact that it's about surfing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also FINALLY bought&lt;a href="http://www.goodcharlotte.com"&gt; good charlotte&lt;/a&gt;'s latest album, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good morning revival&lt;/span&gt; and brownman revival's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ayos din&lt;/span&gt;. besides that, i bought three stephen king novels. the little pleasures. (i knew i'd pick books over clothes any day, haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's pray that the raining and flooding keeps up. then i won't have traffic problems on friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-4380196870690452754?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4380196870690452754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=4380196870690452754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/4380196870690452754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/4380196870690452754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/classes-suspended-due-to-rains-and.html' title='&quot;cLasses suspended due to rains and fLooding&quot;'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-36375879468123095</id><published>2007-08-03T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T22:17:44.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a new day, new song, new everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i like emma's dress. it's weird seeing a lasalista on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;deal or no deal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;, and not even for the money; she's there just to see kris aquino and to experience being on the show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;see kris in person!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;speaking of lasalistas, i just had one of my best days yesterday with some of the best people in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;defense. i think it's uttered with a slight tremble by anyone who's about to go through it. i, for one, was seriously sputtering my speech during practice. ah, but that's too "ahead". let's chronicle accordingly, shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;6:30 am&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;by this time, us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://loopholeinc.multiply.com/"&gt;Loophole Inc.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; incorporators aka mean girls aka amoebas, were all present in school. it was amazing how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; we all were that morning. we were busily chatting about our panelists but i could sense that it was mere release of the nervousness that we were feeling. we were also kind of panicking as the people who were supposed to hand us the key to conference room A had not yet arrived. it took a few more minutes before we entered the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;7:00 am&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;we got ourselves busy decorating the room. there was so much to do: prepare the food, spread table cloths, hang posters, layout the different &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Tsineelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; styles, and do memory work for our respective speeches. we also practiced the whole presentation, timing the whole thing as well, because we CAN'T go over 20 minutes. go beyond and we'd get deductions. some of us also went out to buy stuff we forgot: folders and bond papers for the panelists to write their comments on. others went to the library to get the device we'd be needing to display our powerpoint presentation from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://bluebloodedchic.blogspot.com/"&gt;yel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;'s laptop to the tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;7:45 am&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;we're panicking. we still do not know how to make the darned device work. we were so scared that the panelists would find us still unprepared that we used the phone in the conference room to call someone from the library to help us out. fortunately, someone was kind enough to actually come see us and not just give orders from the other line. after then, hindi pa tapos ang mga problema. we decided that the tables and final results of the financial statements should be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;clearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; visible to the panelists. yel had to redo and add some slides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;8:00 am&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;at about 10 minutes past 8, linds was asking us already if she should call dr. sarreal from somewhere. we were all surprised that she was running late. as for sir, well, we're used to his being late. it's almost like a signature thing. dr. sarreal arrived about 20 minutes past 8. sir came 15 minutes even later. i nearly froze over when it dawned to me that them together means DEFENSE STARTS NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;no one panicked, really. we got over our speeches with very minor glitches. i wish we could have gone on talking, though. the end of the presentation meant the dreaded Q &amp; A part. oh yes, it's waaay worse than the presentation itself. some panelists can be gago and ask a lot of questions that you never even would have dreamed of being asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;pati nearly got sick, i think. sarreal kept asking about our marketing plan because she thinks ours was vague. in the end, we had to rewrite that part. sarreal was not heartless though. i think she has a spot for our product because she's researching the footwear industry as well so she didn't murder us with out-of-this-world questions. after a while, we were asked to go out of the room because the panelists had to discuss our grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i lost track of time&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;it might have been 9 though. the 8 of us knew that we would pass. it was just a matter of what grade exactly do we get. we were also busily talking about how contradicting some comments of sarreal and sir were. but before we can say anything else, sir burst out the room to call us back in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i have to admit, i had clammy hands when they were about to reveal our grade. i was thinking, "just don't let it be anything that begins with 7." then i went, "85 up would actually be nice." and before i could even ask for a 90 something, sir tells us that we got an average of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;93&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; for the whole thing. the amoebas and i were all looking at each other in awe - i still remember the shocked faces. would have made it to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://jopwitee.multiply.com/"&gt;jOn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;'s whattaface hall of fame, if there was one. there was nothing really brilliant about the whole thing; i mean, we didn't dance or anything really creative. the Q &amp; A part was not brilliant but we all talked at least. the ppt was really cute, though. or maybe it was the cake that did it. haha, kidding! after some time, sarreal left because she had a class so we were left with sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;we found out that we deserved the 93 actually. you see, panelists have this looong (it's 2 pages long) checklist of things that they look for in a business plan. apparently, our business plan is complete, though some parts are vague and need 'specifics', as sarreal calls them. sir harvey was über generous: he gave us a 96 for the oral presentation and a 98 for the written business plan. and to think, the written one was still ridden with grammatical errors and a bit of inconsistencies. he was satisfied though, because the things that he told us before to correct, he found that we have improved. however, i think he was jubilant to say, "i hate to say this but.. i told you so!" when he got to the topic of us not speaking much during the Q &amp; A segment. he told us na kasi nung mock defense that we have to speak up a lot more. oh well. a 93's still a 93. we almost have the 4.0 or a 3.5 at the very least, in the bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;10:30 am&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;much to jOn's disappointment, we ate at animo, hehe! i took more pictures, we relished a lot of stuff, and ate even more. i went to the clinic with jOn, said goodbyes to the rest, and stayed with alex until her class. i walked her to her room, chatted dan, ken, cinds, and juno then went to find a spot in the conserve. it was past 12, i think, when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://giannapooh1212.multiply.com/"&gt;gia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; asked me to come see her. she has nice friends, that girl, but we hardly got time to bond as gia had other things in mind to talk about. anyhoo, she walked me back to la salle from pizza hut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;1:15 pm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i had to call cla to keep her from forgetting me (haha! joke!) and i met up with the girls again, at venue naman this time. i wanted to eat - i don't usually turn down free food, mind you - but i was still full. i don't want naman to force myself tapos 'di ko lang mauubos. the others were absolutely sleepy. i don't know why i was still bouncy then. the food revived them, kind of. they began talking loads again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;yel, thanks so much! haha! i asked her kasi na, going to SPS, we don't pass by the soccer field and instead go through SJ walk. it's bazaar week (girls! we'll be doing this next term!) and my friend karla had a booth right next chino's. unlike the day that my jason dohring look alike of a crush and i had 'moments' at their near empty booth however, that day, their booth was surrounded by people. i was medyo nahihiya to disturb karla but as chino was seated to her left lang, i positioned myself in between both booths so i can see both of them, haha! there was even a time that karla was looking for 20's and i got a brief look from chino because i was commenting on something else that karla had said to him. fun. i was a happier camper when cla and i endured the steps of SPS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;it was around 2 or 3 that i went home. i had to go to church after that so i didn't get to sleep pa. up to now, i still feel like dropping fast asleep anytime. i haven't even begun our market paper, haha! and jac wants it by tomorrow. my. passing your major definitely has a downside. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;by the way, you just made me a happy, happy girl. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-36375879468123095?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/36375879468123095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=36375879468123095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/36375879468123095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/36375879468123095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-new-day-new-song-new-everything.html' title='it&apos;s a new day, new song, new everything'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-8890152823212997805</id><published>2007-07-31T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T15:49:25.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;MLS lived up to my expectations of it - it went down down down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;yet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;. cute. i was supposed to be enrolling at 12 noon and i was able to do so at around 12:30 na. theeen, the damn site just crumbled right in front of me. i was in the midst of selecting the rest of the sections and WHAM! the site just won't load and cooperate anymore, no matter how many times i refresh everything. i was frustrated but i decided to think positively: at least i'm not enrolling under the sun. at least i'm at home, munching on something. at least i have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;american gods&lt;/span&gt; to keep me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was decided already to try enrolling again at around 4pm. however, when i asked alex, she said that she was done already so i decided to try again. fortunately, i finished before 2pm. this is my sched as of now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:20 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prodman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30 break (i'm reserving this spot for quatech, in case i fail, haha!)&lt;br /&gt;11:40 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fabuman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:50 break (but i'm going to cross-enroll and hopefully, i get litera2 A53. is this a frosh section?)&lt;br /&gt;2:30 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;manpers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:40 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;litera2&lt;/span&gt; (like i said, i hope i get to remove this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prcbmg1&lt;/span&gt; everything TBA, hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i get a law subject. i cannot have a 15-unit term!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; The way you think about things makes you  a &lt;b&gt;Linguistic Architect&lt;/b&gt;. This means you are brilliant when it comes to language and words. You are also very good at understanding things on an abstract level. You are at your best when you put those two skills together to communicate new ideas and see how they fit into different contexts. You understand math and science on a gut level, even if the equations and science don't come as easily. You can use these skills to be a great communicator or to create a masterpiece.&lt;/blockquote&gt;- from &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/"&gt;tickle&lt;/a&gt;. now i'm lost again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's another:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;h1 style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you're likely to find fame and fortune in the &lt;span class="bigheader"&gt;Creative World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                 &lt;/h1&gt;           &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Talk about ideas! You're the type of person who's always coming up with a new way to look at things — wherever you are. And more than most, you're probably able to better express them in a multitude of ways — through writing, acting, sketching, jamming, painting, dancing, sculpting, filming, arranging...you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you've got so much going on upstairs, your brain is never really turned in the "off" position. Heck, your dreams are probably even more creative than others. Here's the thing: You're the type who rises to the challenge of making something out of nothing — it's a skill not everyone has. So how about it? What's your next creative contribution to the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll pen the first rap opera. Maybe you'll join a rock-climbing, performance dance troop. Or maybe you'll discover a link between Balinese Batik painters and Picasso. However you find fame and fortune, we sense you'll be getting there by tapping into that uniquely- psychedelic- inventive- original- interpretive- expressive mass of creative gray matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get out there and start designing your own clothing line, or theme restaurant, or housing complex, or website, or...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- br--&gt;                                       &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;grrreat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-8890152823212997805?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8890152823212997805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=8890152823212997805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/8890152823212997805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/8890152823212997805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/meep.html' title='meep'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-6913084421442774333</id><published>2007-07-30T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T22:42:34.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's Like a cLeansing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;rainy daaay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;after a long, long time, it finally poured last night. while everyone else in the jeepney was busy shying away from the open windows and staring at the odd girl who actually stayed put, got a bit wet, and even attempted to catch some raindrops in her hand, i, well, was the odd girl. (is it illegal to have FIVE commas in a sentence?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;my dad texted and offered me a ride - so sweet - but i told him that i was fine. the rain didn't bother me at all. the dry spell is over, i think. i was in a period of 'hallucinations' before. i was too idealistic for my own good. then things got clouded over; it was like i was torn between what i have to do and what i wanted to do. they, the thinking over and the musings, were obscuring my sight from what i really wished to do - the right or what i want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;thankfully, the rains came, strong and hard, washing away whatever doubts there were. and i realize, what's good could be - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; - what i really want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i guess i should have been in a bad mood. however, what happened just reinforced my belief that not everyone can please you. fortunately, you can always do things to please yourself. (clap, clap) really. i do not believe in morphing into someone just to fit some hypocrite's definition of a good person. it's sad when people try so hard to be "good" people yet they end up seeming like insincere fakes instead of genuine loving people. how complicated life would be if everyone was making a fuss about the things you do, whether they're right or wrong. how much of a hassle it would be if you had to correct yourself everytime you slip and make a "mistake".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;come off it and just do what you want to do, no strings attached, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;let it rain again. the slashing across the sky would have been oh too beautiful on your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;crushed yet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;what is it, like, bingi day today? neil, dianne, and vianne have all managed to NOT hear me in a span of 30 minutes. and to think, they were the only three people i called out to then. still, neil heard my second call. ♥ harhar. i saw archie in that time span too, but i got discouraged to call him because of my three misses already. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;cole is getting scary. i still have got no idea how to take jeff's pic without being obvious! err, cna't you rest with the idea that he's got a mole on the neck, too? how many jeff sy's are tall, thin, engineering students, and got a mole on their neck anyway? i am already so obvious, i don't know how much more obvious i could get before he bops my head to put some sense back to me, hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i saw chino kanina! it's practi week once again and yeheyehey, they have a booth by z2. that means i get to see him this coming wednesday and friday if - cross fingers and toes! - he mans their booth at around 10:30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;naturally, i didn't see maierhofer around LS (where does he take classes anyway?!) kanina but his pic was in the newspaper, celebrating their win over the defending champs UST. signs of the forthcoming finals? pax!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;to YEL: sa wikipedia may logo ng blue eagles ah. pati yung archer. naalala ko lang that you were looking for those last last week 'ata, haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;iya was at the north gate kanina, obviously waiting for a sundo. i stood about four feet in front of her. personally, i was more excited by the idea that this might be the day that drew arellano picks her up from school. no such luck. iya rode in the backseat so she was with a driver. why can't she drive her own fortuner? tired from school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;what else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;mille! FOB is waiting for us! hehe, where are we sitting then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i pray that good charlotte will shower their blood upon me and return to this effing country! either that or they be in maryland (their hometown!) or new york when i get there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i cannot wait to sink my teeth into the 7th potter book. unfortunately, i HAVE to wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;anyone knows where maierhofer frequents OTHER THAN the sports com, araneta and rizal stadium? =D and puh-lease do not tell me LA SALLE. where there, dear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-6913084421442774333?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6913084421442774333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=6913084421442774333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/6913084421442774333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/6913084421442774333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-like-cleansing.html' title='it&apos;s Like a cLeansing'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-5444704627974850829</id><published>2007-07-28T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T23:36:26.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Less than 10</title><content type='html'>i promised one of my kuyas (hi kuya &lt;a href="cokskiblue.blogspot.com"&gt;coy&lt;/a&gt;!) a looong time ago that i would make this particular post. however, my constant crush attacks and overload of schoolwork had made me push aside writing this. for one, it involves bloghopping which i dislike a bit. i'm pretty happy and content with reading what my friends, and other people i actually know, write about. i don't care much for reading what people, whom i don't know,  write about as they are most probably about their personal lives which i am not part of. apparently, however, there are people who have blogs which can be enjoyed by others who are not (yet?) their acquaintances. and since i am still procrastinating the other half of my quatech review, i decided that voting in janette toral's writing project, &lt;a href="http://digitalfilipino.blogspot.com/2007/05/top-10-emerging-influential-blogs-in.html"&gt;the top 10 emerging influential blogs in 2007&lt;/a&gt;, would be the perfect excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 in my list is kuya &lt;a href="http://cokskiblue.blogspot.com"&gt;coy&lt;/a&gt;. a bit biased because he's my friend? well, not really. i don't think he would have been nominated if no one believes that he could make it, right? he is one of the few bloggers who have the patience to create vidoes as blog entries. and he does not just speak into the camera (for the longest time, he even hid his face from the public, haha!), he adds music and various still photos as well. tsk, what do we expect from a UP comsci major ba naman, right? good luck kuya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 is &lt;a href="http://www.kubiertos.com/blog"&gt;ApplesH&lt;/a&gt;. i looove her blog! (pity that it took me this long before i discovered it.) reading it and viewing the pics of food that accompany almost every entry made me hungry for whatever it was that she was talking about. she also has recipes for a variety of dishes in her blog. kubiertos + &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ratatouille &lt;/span&gt;is making me consider taking up culinary for summer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 vote would be for the staff of &lt;a href="http://pinoycentric.com"&gt;PinoyCentric&lt;/a&gt;. as they say, the site was dedicated to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all things brown and beautiful&lt;/span&gt;. they remind me of my blockmate, chloe, who is so passionate about our country, despite the things that happen everyday. like her, the people behind PinoyCentric are to be saluted for being a reminder that Philippines is a beautiful place to be in - we just have to look at it at a different perspective. the site does not just talk about the country as a whole, they also interview various Filipinos who are worth interviewing, they talk to us about our other countrymen's conditions through photos of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masa&lt;/span&gt;, and they even advertise gigs, yey! kudos to the people behind pinoycentric.com!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 is for &lt;a href="http://pilipinastreetplan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pilipinas Street Plan&lt;/a&gt;. i've seen only the first page - latest entries - of the site and i think i can safely conclude that the blog also has a whoel bunch of people behind it, like PinoyCentric. graphic art would usually be associated with the hip hoppers, what with all the graffiti they paint on walls in every music video there ever was. i've always been interested in graphic art because i, for one, cannot create a piece that looks good. haha! i think any graphic design i make is crap. i just love the way PSP presents art because they capture street art and gallery-like art alike. they have street and wall graffiti, and they also have graphic art shows on their site. definitely going back for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 goes to &lt;a href="http://www.projectmanila.com/blog"&gt;PROJMLA&lt;/a&gt;. i was not surprised to find out that project manila works with PSP at times. i told you - i have this thing for art stuff. i think it's the frustrated artist in me. project manila casts about the metro for all things art. rick, the man behind the site, does not just do art, he reviews and photographs them. his site is loaded with his work - and he's really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 6 is for &lt;a href="http://utakgago.com"&gt;utakgago.com&lt;/a&gt;. nice blog name, right? hehe. i like his blog even if he thinks it's ridden with grammatical errors - despite my being OC with all things english, i don't care much because 1) his blog is about his everyday life but written in a very not boring way; and 2) i think i can sort of relate to his rants as he is also a college student. UPLB nga lang siya, ako LS ^^,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 is where &lt;a href="http://greenpinoy.com/"&gt;greenpinoy&lt;/a&gt; sits. it began with only one guy but now people can submit anything "funny pinoy" related to the site. the site's good for days that you're kind of down and want a laugh. i don't think it's ideal for days that you're easily irritated though - you might bash your screen with something. hey, corny yung iba eh, kaya may mga araw na para sa mababaw ang kaligayahan (like me!) lang yung ibang jokes, haha! i wonder nga if lasalista ba siya dati eh. ilang colleges or universities ba ang may course code na NATSCI1 for their science subjects?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's about it for those who are officially nominated. i have three other sites though that i love revisiting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) &lt;a href="http://tabulas.com/%7Ehellobebe"&gt;m.a.r.i.a.n.m.a.y.h.e.m&lt;/a&gt;: she might murder me for returning battle royale two days late but then again, we're not close so she might just forget about it, hehe! she's the older sister of my friend &lt;a href="http://jopwitee.blogspot.com"&gt;jon&lt;/a&gt; who probably does not know that i'm lurking around ate marian's site almost every week. the thing with her - ate marian, not jon ha - writing style is she talks about her everyday adventures (misadventures?) and ALWAYS reflects about those. she's God's child and it definitely shows. in a way, she kind of inspires me, what with her writing and her plans for life. some of her yearnings are same as mine (like the independent me thing) plus she had work as a freelance writer before which i really want to try out. well, good luck na lang on apartment hunting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) &lt;a href="http://otherjoseph.livejournal.com"&gt;days go by&lt;/a&gt;. if blog owner, joseph pascual,  had not won in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2007 teen blog awards&lt;/span&gt;, i wouldn't have found out about his blog. he won under the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best use of photography&lt;/span&gt; category and man does he deserve it. it has been habit that i check out the sites of winners and i was always excited about the winners in the photography category. well, he has lots of photos, sure, but i like his quirky way of writing his entries too. i spent hours reading his entries and viewing all the shots he took. i haven't checked out &lt;a href="http://otherjoseph.deviantart.com"&gt;his deviantart account&lt;/a&gt; though so that's something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) &lt;a href="http://artofvalidation.livejournal.com"&gt;disjointed little musings&lt;/a&gt;. i reckon that jin (the blogger, duh) is the lady from MYMP's reminds me of you vid. am i mistaken? anyhoo, she's a really good photographer + artist + artist. plus she has really really good hair. pretty. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;as in&lt;/span&gt;! ah, let her work speak to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-5444704627974850829?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5444704627974850829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=5444704627974850829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/5444704627974850829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/5444704627974850829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/less-than-10.html' title='Less than 10'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-4667259454730839157</id><published>2007-07-27T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T16:47:39.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the takes over, the breaks over</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LcHnotlGJjY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LcHnotlGJjY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem. just found this, thanks to pao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took place in the dream of hemingway - pete wentz' pet dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-4667259454730839157?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4667259454730839157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=4667259454730839157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/4667259454730839157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/4667259454730839157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/takes-over-breaks-over.html' title='the takes over, the breaks over'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-3778065727586273330</id><published>2007-07-27T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T17:02:12.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eng.. eng..</title><content type='html'>it started last wednesday. i told trish a story that got me a "malandi ka!"-with-a-laugh reaction. it's like this: i have this crush on my engineering classmate in intphil who's sitting a seat away from me. ms. v was asking us to line up to pay for the handouts first, then later, for the PNPRS talk. as i was slowly walking back to my seat after i paid for the ticket, i was reading it. and when i looked up, he was looking at me - intently. i'm not kidding. i couldn't help myself so i gave him a small smile. and the funny thing was, he just kept looking for another second or two then looked away! ahaha! stunned? anyhoo, when ms. v was discussing na, i could see ('cause i was looking, duh) that he was facing front but his eyes were waaay positioned to the left. ha! no way am i magpapahuli that i was glancing at him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then kanina naman, i passed by him sa hallway papunta sa room namin. he had his back turned to me but when he sensed someone approaching, lumingon siya sa akin. and since kapalmuks ako, i smiled my no-teeth smile again. i think.. he's not scared. haha! when he entered the room, he glanced at me lang until he was a bit too near. fun. kung hindi lang siya chinese.. wala. wala naman akong gagawin sa kanya at crush ko lang naman siya. ^^,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something else bothered me kanina sa intphil. a someONE actually. another crushie but this guy, totally no info ako whatsoever. i don't even know if he's an eng guy. but as i usually see him sa velasco hallways, i think it's safe to assume that he's.. an eng guy. hehehe! he isn't my classmate in intphil and i saw him just minutes before at velasco's ground floor so i was so shocked when he entered our room, right behind ms. v's heels. obviously, he's sitting in. he sat up front but even if my veiw was almost obscured by the humongous guy in front of me, siyempre, that didn't stop me from looking. haha! wish he has more sit in days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now.. i'm leaving. i have to get ready for a busy weekend! am "seeing" eng guy #1 (and 2, if he's really under ms. v and not just taking notes for a friend kanina) tomorrow at the PNPRS talk. hay. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-3778065727586273330?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3778065727586273330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=3778065727586273330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/3778065727586273330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/3778065727586273330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/eng-eng.html' title='eng.. eng..'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-5760015001687685124</id><published>2007-07-26T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:27:25.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Limited?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i had a headache. i watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;the simpsons movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ratatouille&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; my derma trip, and four straight hours of staring at the big screen is really not good for one's eyes. i don't have free time next week anymore though, so i decided that if i was going to be watching movies, today's the day. i didn't really expect anything from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;the simpsons movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; - i didn't grow up with the TV series so there's no senti attachment of any sort to the toons. and of the commercials that i've seen ever of the series, nothing really appealed to me. i did watch the movie out of curiosity though. after the film, i really wished i didn't get curious na lang. the only part that tugged me was marge's goodbye. and even if the environment is in trouble here in the real world, OA naman yung nangyari sa springfield.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;ratatouille&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; is not the rat's name! i went to the theater thinking that it was! the rat is named so un-french-y, remy. i later found out that ratatouille is a french &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;dish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;! the film was what you'd expect from a disney film - heart-warming and with a lesson. i guess this one says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;don't take, make! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;haha! wala lang, just though that up because remy does not like simply taking food; he's got to create a new dish. after the movie, i briefly considered taking up culinary. then i decided that i'd rather eat/ take than make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;movies i'm waiting for at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;blades of glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; - because it has skating and it's funny. the mere trailer had me laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;surf's up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; - because it has surfing and penguins. and because i learned that shia labeouf is voicing cody maverick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;enchanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; - medieval and fairy tale characters in new york? this would be laugh trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;bratz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; - just because. probably shallow but whaddaheck, it's bratz! nyahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;license to wed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; - because mandy moore's there. i like her simply because she's no bitch. and because she hasn't been in the public's eye much these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;(i've researched and 1408 really was based on king's novel. that info would make me sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/RqiUuQkcfdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LcO5TMbB4QA/s1600-h/shia10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/RqiUuQkcfdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LcO5TMbB4QA/s200/shia10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091482901185068498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; better tonight. haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;1408&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; - because it's the "bestselling stephen king movie" according to the tarp. i wonder, however, if they meant novel, not movie. i've got to research if king writes movies. coming august 29. 10 years, haha! i'm not a fan of any horror flick but as i am in love with stephen king's novels, i'd endure any heart stopping scene in the movie to get an inside of the book's storyline. wish i could find a copy of the book before the film. hmm.. anyone has a copy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;disturbia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; - because it has shia labeouf. besides, creepy as it may be, i've been waiting for the flick for months!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;national treasure: book of secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; - because anything with secrets is good, haha! and i think (hope) that this is better than the first one. they'll be going around the world for this one, after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;i thought i could go and rest when i got home at 3:30, but my dad reminded me that there was a&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/RqiOYAkcfcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-GbwqaZ-OKw/s1600-h/maierhofer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/RqiOYAkcfcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-GbwqaZ-OKw/s200/maierhofer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091475921863212482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; la salle-ateneo game at 4. i'm more likely to not get up from bed anymore just to watch the game if i slept so.. i didn't sleep. the game was blah. it's not even because ateneo won. with the exception of ADMU's jai reyes and maybe chris tiu, all players played like they were NOT in an archers-eagles game. blah, i tell you. no spectacular, memorable whatevers. there were minutes when no team was scoring - not because the defensive of the opposing team was good, but because no one can shoot. i'm hoping for a better face off next time. and a better result from the archers, hehe! still, even if i say it was blah, i still screamed myself sore everytime la salle scores, most especially after some of their drought periods. my shrieking got my little sister involved in the game. and even if she has this habit of taking the side of the opponent of any basketball team i support (LS, spurs, mavs) she was cheering la salle along kanina. hehe. she was continuously poking fun at my crush, maierhofer though. but she did wish a couple of times that rico make his free throw shots, hehe! i've got to congratulate my blue-blooded lasalista friend, &lt;a href="http://bluebloodechic.blogspot.com/"&gt;yel&lt;/a&gt; - jai and chris did a really good job today. =D hope LS-ADMU see each otehr in this season's finals para hot 'di ba? haha!&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(photos from &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/24027704"&gt;rico's friendster profile&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/contributor/1804503925/photo/970430404"&gt;shia's yahoo! movies page&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-5760015001687685124?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5760015001687685124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=5760015001687685124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/5760015001687685124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/5760015001687685124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/limited.html' title='Limited?'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/RqiUuQkcfdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LcO5TMbB4QA/s72-c/shia10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-1597088806013862967</id><published>2007-07-24T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:27:25.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late's better than never</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;i just finished watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;harry potter and the order of the phoenix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; around 4 this afternoon. i am late because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1) i didn't want the crowds; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;2) i reread the whole book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;honestly, of all the books (minus the 7th as i haven't got that yet), the 5th is my least favorite. the first time around that i read it, the only thing i can remember is wanting to kill umbridge and crying because sirius died. besides that, nada. it might have been a bad idea to reread the book before watching the movie though because it made me aware just how much director yates (mille, is he really -god forbid- directing the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;half-blood prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;?) cut off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;there's no quiddiiitch! why is it that it's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/RqXbrwkcfXI/AAAAAAAAABM/Szn5QzcRZQ8/s1600-h/tonks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/RqXbrwkcfXI/AAAAAAAAABM/Szn5QzcRZQ8/s200/tonks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090716498630835570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; quidditch that's always cut or given less air time?! before it was less oliver wood and now it's less ron weasley! (of course, that means less fred and george too.) it should have been ginny's big quidditch break too. damn. lets' see.. what else didn't i like? it fit that there were many decrees but it was exaggerated a tad much because they began from the 20's and by the movie's middle, it had reached almost 120! in the book it was up to the 29th only, i think. there was very little moody, lupin, and tonks. i love tonks! i think she's really pretty. she looks rocker punkish, haha! i wish they had more scenes though. especially in the last scenes, in the fight with the death eaters? yates should have shown that it was tonks and bellatrix fighting before bellatrix killed sirius. he should have added tonks-in-misery scenes. i dunno, so that she and harry would have a stronger bond?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also looked forward to ron and hermione's prefect-hood pero whaddaheck, it was completely left out! as if it was no big thing! the fact that percy and the lot of the weasleys are no longer speaking was not established too. sucker. wala din si bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i didn't like umbridge and her numerous decrees, i would have wanted to see her actually sitting in the rooms and observing classes (and either irritating or scaring the other professors). and i mean long scenes, unlike the passing ones that yates created. the movie didn't show at all that hagrid went back to teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh! kulang ng malfoy! not that he had a big part in the book but he was hardly seen being mean in the movie. speaking of draco malfoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/RqXcIAkcfYI/AAAAAAAAABU/GYUHYihroL8/s1600-h/draco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/RqXcIAkcfYI/AAAAAAAAABU/GYUHYihroL8/s200/draco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090716983962140034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/RqXcUAkcfZI/AAAAAAAAABc/4dDb5uLfhVU/s1600-h/Luna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/RqXcUAkcfZI/AAAAAAAAABc/4dDb5uLfhVU/s200/Luna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090717190120570258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;they could have been twins. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tom felton is absolutely good-looking&lt;/span&gt;; i wish he'd get more scenes in the last two potter films. as for evanna AKA luna lovegood, well, i fell in love with her the moment she spoke to harry about the threshals. love her chucks, love her surprisingly long hair (is it real?), love her whispery voice, love her eyebrows, love her, love her. i don't care if some people think that evanna isn't fit for the role of luna, i deem her perfect. some complain that she's too pretty to be believable as luna. hey, ms. rowling never said that loony luna is ugly, right? i won't go as far as say that harry should have fallen for her though, hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of harry's love life.. why is cho such a.. flirt? i'm not crushing on harry or daniel but really, cho/katie was just irritating. i don't know if it's the face, the acting, the character conceptualization, but there definitely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; something wrong with her. if there was one thing yates did right, it was cutting off marietta as the D.A. squeal and making it cho - nyahaha, everyone was angry at her, even harry! that was sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got teary-eyed at neville and harry's small talk in the D.A. room. it should have been shown that neville and the others (especially in the department of mysteries) have improved their defense skills greatly. queerly, sirius' death scene didn't make me cry, bah. mostly it's the frienship-love scenes that ALMOST made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in connection to crying, the O.W.L.s that would have pushed any hogwarts fifth year student on the verge of tears was given no importance at all. it should have been nice to hear potter declare his yearning to be an auror, see hermione freak out over missed questions, and learn if ron was able to squeeze in all homework in between classes and quidditch practice. sad, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mille AKA &lt;a href="http://blowfishing.blogspot.com"&gt;potions mistress&lt;/a&gt;, snape's absolute #1 fan, was right: snape's worst memory was not given justice. it's like all things that should have stressed harry out was left out from the movie! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd still take the book over the movie. i pray that the 6th film won't disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-1597088806013862967?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1597088806013862967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=1597088806013862967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/1597088806013862967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/1597088806013862967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/lates-better-than-never.html' title='Late&apos;s better than never'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/RqXbrwkcfXI/AAAAAAAAABM/Szn5QzcRZQ8/s72-c/tonks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-1059002210611724417</id><published>2007-07-22T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T11:59:35.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mayhem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the day was full of blood-rushing-to-the-head moments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. legs dropped my bag, picked it up and handed it over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. he mumbled something to me which, really, i didn't get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. rockstar plays basketball - good lord, i didn't think he'd know how to dribble!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. there were several times before that i pretended that i didn't see him, but this time, i just couldn't ignore him because he and i were to cross each other's path with no one else in sight. thank goodness he waved and smiled back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. juniors cup is to watch. works miracles for the crush thingie. my heart just about jumped everytime rockstar walked past and smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. our faci yesterday was actually cute. ex-lasallian, really good talker, not boring at all. trish was teasing me so i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; to deny. he is 24 afterall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. everything started with my being late and getting accidentally seated across law. he was in a mapang-asar mood; he kept repeating that i was late. that kept up pretty much until day's end - him teasing me about.. anything he thinks was tease-able.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i got really nervous last thursday because i was thinking about my quatech and intphil problems. i was calculating how many more subjects i can fail before la salle throws me out completely when i realized that if i fail quatech and intphil, i was going to the dumps na! well, obviously, i was in a panicky mode then that i didn't realize my mistake: i'd alloted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SIX&lt;/span&gt; units for every subject, instead of the actual three. i realized lang my mistake yesterday, when vianne or trish pointed it out to me. but between thursday and saturday, i had been thinking about what i'd do and what else would happen if i get kicked by the school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;1. it would be easier for me to stay in the US. for weeks now, i had been asking mom if, for us to have permanent residency thingies ba sa US, we have to stay there for three years straight or a short vacation would do, basta makita lang nila that we've visited US. if i do get kicked, then staying there for three years straight would be not a problem. however, as i am not yet leaving la salle, i am burdened by the thought of staying there for three whole years before returning. i have firmly told my mom before that i want to graduate from la salle. that's what made her decide that we visit lang US muna. and that was before we heard about the three-year stay thing. up to now, my mom had not said a word about it so i'm still in the dark. i just don't want to stop studying in the middle of my most crucial year in la salle 'no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;2. i'd enroll somewhere else. obviously, my mother would not want me prancing around katipunan and diliman, so i can't transfer to UP or ateneo. if i could though, i'd take a management course at ADMU or get a lit course at UP-D. i really don't want to go to UST but if i do go there, i think i'd pursue a degree in journalism. i don't want to go to UP-M because most of their courses are med-related and i can't stand staying in hospitals anyway. i may enroll din in CSB for a design course. i'd like that best actually, minus the fact that i'd be seeing DLSU everyday, haha!&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i'd get a job somewhere. most probably, if i'm undergrad, i won't get a job at big companies. do call centers take in undergrads? if they do, i'd apply there, save all my earnings and put up a store with lots and lots of weird and wacky merch. that, i'd love. or maybe i'd just walk around the metro and force people to hire me, harhar.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we return to reality: i'm not yet getting kicked out. 6 more subjects to go. how bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-1059002210611724417?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1059002210611724417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=1059002210611724417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/1059002210611724417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/1059002210611724417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/mayhem.html' title='mayhem'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-6054330393940760638</id><published>2007-07-20T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T21:59:22.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Life</title><content type='html'>i'm seriously going to fail quatech. unlike grace who was game enough to pull 80+ in her finals just to pass, i am not willing to slave over the week before finals just to perfect the exam. if i don't pull up my grade by the last two quizzes, i'll be lmore than willing to adjust my sched next term to fit in quatech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am actually enjoying my revising days with the group. i guess it's because i miss most of the stress time because i have classes that i don't feel the pressure as much as linds (or the others for that matter). what i always relish is the bonding we get through the hell that DT makes us go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i won't get another straight sched next term. it's forcing me to eat in between classes! or maybe it's the LS to velasco to LS pathway. ugh. speaking of velasco, i am reminded of my philo prof and her grading system. gawd, if i fail that too, i wonder what will happen to me..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made up with my twin. bwahaha! finally! gia was kind of laugh trip then. such a nice girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am beginning to wonder if the FOB concert is for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that i tell alan every crush i get beginning with his friend? third na 'to that he knows. weeeird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;business attire day tomorrow. then next week is a PNPRS (philo thingie) talk. i'm so dead. after that saturday is defense week na! pray for us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-6054330393940760638?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-1123131808507116041</id><published>2007-07-17T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T13:39:03.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good morning Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fy1ErypA9yA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fy1ErypA9yA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good charlotte - i don't wanna be in love (dance floor anthem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;billy martin (keyboards and rhythm guitar) is sooo hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-5572776579025700635</id><published>2007-07-16T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T21:30:03.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amiba amiba!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;my day had a really funny start. some people would file this happening under the heading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;please please please, let this topic NEVER come up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; but i put it under &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;hilarious&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;. here's what happened: i didn't have my usual straight napping in the bus. instead, my naps were paputol-putol. i was seated by the door, at the very first seat sa bus. i fell asleep at gil puyat and the next thing i knew, the conductor was tapping me and asking me in a loud voice if sa la salle ba daw ako bababa. i looked around and i was at tropical hut area na pala. i really laughed then and told the conductor to drop me at burg na lang. i alighted the bus, still shaking my head and chuckling about that one. i had a legalen quiz pagkadating ko sa school but even that didn't stop me from napping. before i answered the essay part (the last part) i slept muna. it was about 10 minutes to time when i forced myself to finish the quiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;finama2 was fun kanina because we didn't discuss a new lesson. ms. p was asking people about the past lesson and since na-gets ko, i kept raising my hand. unfortunately, gusto tawagin ni miss yung mga mukhang hindi alam yung lesson - that, or inaantok pa sila. 'eto namang si katabi ko, nagtataas ng kamay simply para 'di matawag. galing! 'di nga siya natawag. after class, law kept teasing me to this groupmate namin kasi kinukulit ko about the answer sa homework. no, i didn't do the 3 T's - puro hampas lang inabot ni law sa 'kin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;no one wanted to speak up at first sa market1 namin kanina. ms. z said that, apparently, our class daw was her only class who knew how to ask questions. i dunno if that means we ask intelligent questions or makulit lang talaga kami at madaming tanong, haha! i was trying to wait for someone to start pero nainip ako because i had many questions for ms. z so ako na lang nauna. and i guess we didn't disappoint her (regarding the asking many questions thingie) because naubos ang 1 hour namin na puno ng mga tanong at mga sagot from ms. z. i'm really amazed sa kanya. it's like she's sooo much a master of her craft. ang galing talaga. if ever i'd go into marketing, i'd get her as my mentor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;we didn't have the usual interesting discussion in intphil today. what we had was a filmviewing of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;dead poets society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;. robert sean leonard, who is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;dr. wilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; in the tv series House MD, is one of the top billers, i think. he has a big part eh, next to robin williams' character (mr. keating), which is the english prof of leonard's character (neil perry). i wish i had an english prof like mr. keating. he's super hands on and encourages, indirectly, his students to appreciate poetry. it's like ms. v and ms. z - they teach for the passion of the subject matter, not for money or recognition. (well, not much anyway, haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;i bumped into ms. l, my ex-econtwo prof, as i was walking along LS hall's second floor corridor. she asked me why i was so thin. it's kind of weird to argue with your prof about weight issues so i just said na it's because i have no break this term. she reminded me to "take care of my body" tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;quatech was easy, kind of. but it's not the easy-and-i'm-sure-of-all-of-my-answers type of test; none of ms. m's quizzes are of that type. i rushed to ms. z's talk after that. good thing i met &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://jopwitee.blogspot.com/"&gt;jOn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; and alex so may kasama ako maghirap sa pag-akyat sa stairs. harhar! as usual, ms. z's presentation was great. i feel nga lang that i'll be asking less questions on wednesday kasi puro vid kanina eh. i didn't see din rockstar and his baby girl kanina. not that hinanap ko naman sila, hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;jOn, alex, and i met with the rest of the mean girls at the south conserve. it seemed like every group was revising their papers. naman. pahirap talaga si DT. but it was okay din kasi we were able to divide the papers na so hindi na iisa ang may dala ng lahat. and it is because of the dearest queen amiba, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" href="http://bluebloodedchic.blogspot.com/"&gt;clarissa ann "yel" david&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;, that everytime someone would mention amoeba or amiba, may inside joke nang pagtatawanan ang mean girls. i missed them so much talaga. iba nga naman 'pag nagsama sama tayo! X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;i want to attend sana the BMS GA this wednesday but baka murderin ako ni linds 'pag wala ako sa revision meeting, haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-5572776579025700635?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5572776579025700635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=5572776579025700635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/5572776579025700635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/5572776579025700635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/amiba-amiba.html' title='amiba amiba!'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-1664322367798709639</id><published>2007-07-15T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T10:55:51.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>orientation with infinity</title><content type='html'>i had my orient2, day 1 yesterday and guess whaaat. i was classmates with law, legs, and d&amp;amp;g.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't expect that i'd know anyone there but it just so happened that i know all except four people, by face and/or by name - CBE people kami eh. the other four were CLA and COE students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was lucky that trish and vianne were there. i was not a loner, haha! the first thing we had for the day was the damning personality test and i turned our to be half introvert, half extrovert! kamusta naman yooown! and even if the INTJ (introvert, intuiting, thinking, judging) and the ENTJ (extrovert) characteristics fit me, the career options don't appeal to me. haller, may may engineering ek ek at computer programming na nag-proliferate sa box ng ENTJ at ENTJ! idagdag mo pa ang banker at financer and naloka talaga ako. tsk, hindi for me ang careers na 'yun. yung manager pa siguro, pwede. dapat 'ata hindi ako THINKING kung 'di FEELING. mas maganda yung mga dun eh, may writer, journalist, art director, editor, retail sales manager.. mukha lang mas fun, hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we grouped up before break (lucky trish got law in her group, rawr) and i was with dianne (yey!) jethro, my finama2 classmate, jammy, karla, and jeff, a political science major. jeff's really good with the reasoning stuff so we made him the rapporteur of all our work. there was this exercise pa wherein we have to choose which 8 out of 16 people do we save from the damnation of earth. nakakatawa that everyone chose the young ones for procreation purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during break time, trish and i had our lunch and we walked around la salle for the next 30 to 45 minutes. we climbed to velasco's 5th floor, went around SJ hall and even entered mutien marie hall. yahooness, nakapasok na din ako, haha! may 2 ROTC people kasi na naglakad sa MM walk so we decided to follow. and mga 4 rooms lang 'ata meron sa ground floor tapos sa second floor, may office lang. inabutan pa kami nung ROTC people sa stairs, hehe! i'm thinking naman na next week, akyatin namin andrew hall, go through all the levels. trip. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may dilemma ako. hindi ko alam sched ko next term. eh FOB's having a concert sa araneta coliseum this septermber 21, which is a friday. and the tickets are available na by wednesday! paano na ako aabot nito sa front row?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-1664322367798709639?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1664322367798709639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=1664322367798709639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/1664322367798709639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/1664322367798709639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/orientation-with-infinity.html' title='orientation with infinity'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-7874981067149398431</id><published>2007-07-13T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T17:59:18.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frozen up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;♥i was nearly frozen up five minutes into sitting in the bus. seriously. the AC was stuck blowing air towards me. hrr. i can't even change seats because there were no more seats available. hay naman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ i like the rain and the OA cold, though. my allergies don't act up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;♥it was nutty to learn that the course offerings are up. it keeps reminding me that i haven't talked decently to mr. cupcake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;. he did pass over my paper kanina. (gawd, ang laking bagay ha. bwahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ms. z is adorable. cute, even. she keeps cracking me up kasi para siyang walang pakialam kung ano nang isipin ng iba sa mga antics niya on stage. and i still marvel at how much she had mastered marketing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;♥i saw rockstar with his  (literal use of word ALERT) baby girl. he attended the marketing talk with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;awwhowsweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; gag me. i pointed them out to jon and later, she texted me na kaklase daw pala niya si rockstar sa finama. naman jon. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ms. v is still intense, to use cole's word, because we were still discussing God. her words make me think. i like it. she made my heart stop nga lang kanina. kasi naman she surfed the net daw this morning and chanced upon a blog. deja vu, i thought it was accom all over again. no naman pala because the entry was about existentialist views of the person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ orient2 day tomorrow. i'm thinking about whether to see HP5 alone or drag someone into coming with me. (parang wala akong legalen and quatech quizzes on monday, haha!)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-7874981067149398431?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7874981067149398431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=7874981067149398431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/7874981067149398431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/7874981067149398431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/frozen-up.html' title='frozen up'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-1851079788705461600</id><published>2007-07-12T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T15:31:51.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>green chic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i'm starting to sound like a geek to bia. she keeps teasing me that i do my quatech homeworks too early - the night that the homework was given. i have tuesdays and thursdays off but i'd rather use them for sleeping and reading rather than slaving over assignments. so there. i'm enjoying asnwering PERT CPM related problems. geek ching. (ack, 'di bagay!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;this thursday, i used up for going to the embassy and to come with dad to PGH for his usual check up. nakakatawa sa embassy. there were two lanes for people who were paying for the delivery fee for the visas. one of the lanes had a line of about five people and one was absolutely empty. i asked the guy behind that counter if i needed a number pa to pay. hindi na daw, sabay tanong if i have a form na. eh i have completed all three na and i showed him. tapos.. nagbayad na ako. haha! hindi na ako pumila. tsk. ang landi pa nung guy. sabi ba naman, "sige, itetext na lang kita 'pag idedeliver na ang visa niyo." harhar, as if naman papayag ang embassy na kahit sino lang ang mag-text 'di ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i'm a stalker. i'm a stalker. i'm a stalker. be scared. be berry berry scared. (he looks like a strawberry.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm passing market1. i can't believe that my recitation grade is same as the one that the pinakamaboka in our class got. i'm even more inspired to show ms. z that i can do more. better read the book later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure how i'm doing in intphil as our first exam isn't with us yet but things (lessons, discussions) have definitely gotten better. ms. v had began criticizing - no, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;massacring&lt;/span&gt; Christianity all in the name of existentialism. existentialism says that we are in control of our lives - we are to blame for our mistakes and we are to praise for our success. Christianity is under its counterpart, essentialism which says that there's a greater power that controls our destiny. she says that people are so inauthentic, saying that we want to be free yet we also want a god (any god) to fall back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she wraps up the discussion by saying that after our second long quiz, she'll prove to us that God does exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(O.o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, nuts, but that's why i love her class. she's right when she said that philosophy is the only thing that can destroy itself only to resurrect as something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, it's not just market lectures, philo lessons, and quatech homework (plus crush sightings) that are keeping me busy. starting this week, we'd be revising our paper that DT murdered. haha! i am so looking forward to the next few weeks. ang gulo, but that's the way i likee!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-1851079788705461600?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1851079788705461600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=1851079788705461600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/1851079788705461600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/1851079788705461600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/green-chic.html' title='green chic'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-7947863234841635869</id><published>2007-07-10T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T23:01:35.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>consistently inconsistent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i don't go to school on tuesdays. but i went to school today for one.. two.. three things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. the main reason - our mock defense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. the "i'm so missing you" factor - the mean girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. the nutty reason - him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i came wearing the whole outfit: blouse, blazer, slacks, stockings, deadly weapon aka pumps. my skirt was in my bag. i had not even entered la salle yet and i have a mission already: to retrieve yel's blazer from the lobby lady of burgundy. then i met jo and gave her brand new stockings, went to LSPO and asked for my orient2 room, and finally met up with alex. i was asked by ms. prez to buy the coffee for harvie (me pa, of all people naman) so i bought the 45-peso brewed coffee of 528 cafe, inside java.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the mean girls were complete by 1, the supposed starting time of our presentation. but sir was nowhere to be found. we waited a bit, as we expected that he'd be late. 1:15 came.. and passed. 1:30 came and passed. then 1:45 came and passed. then 2 pm rolled around and we were joking that we'll leave already as the mock defense should have been over by then. we didn't get bored waiting, we were so machismis pa nga. it was just that the other girls had a 2:40 class. we called him up, and we even asked for him at the BM dept but he didn't come right away. it was quarter to 3 when he came. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he ripped our paper apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really but nearly. it was partly because we printed some wrong parts of the business plan. you'd think that the checking would take less than an hour but it took us another two hours and a half! why? he was entertaining too many other people. hrr. it was during his entertaining stint that we got to chismis, though. he would be out for over 10 minutes and the girls and i would go camwhoring just because wala kaming magawa. (harhar, excuses!) it's during those times that he was away that we got to trade rants each other and with other groups as well. nakakatuwa yung group na kasunod namin, innobites, nice ang mga tao, hindi snobs. it wasn't labag sa loob to wish them luck with their mock defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think mas nagbenefit pa ang loophole inc. sa times na wala si sir kasi todo bonding kami - chichi, kain, picture. naman, the life. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://bluebloodedchic.blogspot.com"&gt;cla&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://jopwitee.blogspot.com"&gt;jon&lt;/a&gt;, ngayon ko na lang uli sasabihin ito - today, haha! - panakaw pics ha? =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after nun, jo and i were supposed to eat pizza sa animo but 6pm na nga kami natapos and wala nang pizza hut sa animo by that time so we had to go out to eat. she wanted sa mildred's but cla and alex wanted sa flaming wings ("ano alex? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;blazing ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;?") and i wanted the wicked oreos there kaya napilitan si jon, hehe! may kasalanan pa ako sa kanya, wahaha! sana lang talaga 'di maalala ni sir 'yun 'pag nakita niya si plague. kung 'di dead ako sa inyo. X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's nice when, after a long day, you get home and there's nothing else you have to do except do nothing and bum around. haha!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-7947863234841635869?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7947863234841635869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=7947863234841635869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/7947863234841635869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/7947863234841635869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/consistently-inconsistent.html' title='consistently inconsistent'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-770008562373594084</id><published>2007-07-07T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T15:12:52.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seven tidbits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;what the heck is with all the "this is the seventh day of the seventh month of the seventh year of the millenium! it's a lucky day!" crap? haha, people were forwarding me messages asking me to forward those to seven other people. what if i send it to 49 (7x7?) people, would that make me seven times luckier?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;→→→&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;3:30's our deadline of the three pages and i'm still in the first paragraph of the damned paper. sweet. i can't work pa, my mind is still with sleep! haha! i woke up to the alarm kaninang 1:30 and my head was pounding with a headache. ew, i know, but that's the reason why my brain's currently not working well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;→→→&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;it's weird that many people are using my expressions. okay, not really mine but kind of mine. kakaiba talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;→→→&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;i was laughing lang when jon got shocked with the me alone watching movies thing. mille said before that it kind of became her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me time&lt;/span&gt;. may ganung element din naman ang reason ko for watching alone (haha!) but more than that, it's this: i usually decide to watch movies at the last minute kaya mahirap na rin maghatak ng kasama. besides, isa pa sa ayaw ko sa group movie watching is waiting for people. yeah, i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haaate&lt;/span&gt; the waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;→→→&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; is the new courtside reporter daw. (thanks yel!) and no, i'm not jealous. wala nga lang eh. tsk, kayo lang gumagawa ng issue na crush ko pa yun, wahehe! but my dear friend reported to me that the reporter is not even good; she's making pa-cute lang sa camera. hay, hirap talaga 'pag iisa college oh, haha! war na ba 'to? yel deserves the spot more than her - wala namang alam sa basketball yun eh! 'di tulad ni yel, veteran UAAP spectator na. hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;→→→&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;why is it that the people you want aren't with you and the people you don't want pester you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;→→→&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;the mean girls are meeting up - finally! - this coming monday! i don't think the girls know it but i miss them badly. i'd take another three hours every week just to have more chika times with them. laugh trip talaga basta sama-sama kami. never pa talaga nangyari na all serious lang kami. lagi kasing napapasok sa usapan si DT, nyahaha! which reminds me, WALA PA AKONG GREEN BLOUSE! ack! and stockings! seryosong skirt na ba? killer ang heels ko eh, sobra. naku naman oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;extras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;*wala pa rin ako kasama manuod ng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;alimuon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;*i'm still not done with my part sa market1 paper, haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;*it's raining! as in todo-pour-ang-rain raining! (alangyang taglish 'yan) this is the rain i've been waiting for since june!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;*cute ba drummer ng bloomfields?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;*UP-la salle today! i'm betting we'd win, harhar! animo la salle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-770008562373594084?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/770008562373594084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=770008562373594084' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/770008562373594084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/770008562373594084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/seven-tidbits.html' title='seven tidbits'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-1694065768463851756</id><published>2007-07-06T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T23:24:05.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>barbie of the opposite sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;i asked zamora a question. i was asked by malaya to answer. i missed him - again. dammit. that about made up my academic day. then i spent about 20 minutes with trish, talking about our usual frustration (boys, hahaha!) and asking for HTG tickets. at around 1:30, rox drove me, jackie, and duncan to two avon branches around taft. i discovered something that shocked me but, as they say, live and let live. anyhoo, jackie, duncan, and i were shooed my the first avon branch (the one in quirino, gawd, they're awfully unhelpful) so we went to the remedios one. that branch was much smaller and there were no clients bustling around so the manager entertained us even if we didn't call in advance. sweet. we got what we needed. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;i got tired of waiting to see my crush so i had to sit somewhere and rest. so i texted and my dad and told him that i'll be home late because i was going to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;transformers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; at southmall. (yeah, loser na 'ko at ngayon lang ako nakanuod, haha!) so i trooped there alone, sat my quatech and finama books beside me, and got ready for messy hell - hey, it's supposed to be war, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;honestly, back when transformers were but posters on the walls of malls, i really didn't plan na on watching it. i grew up with sisters, barbies, and stuffed toys - close to zero robot exposure. so i never really appreciated the stuff. what made me watch the movie? well, i hear that it's really good and i was kind of craving to be inside the theater again, so there. X) oh wait wait wait! i was looking forward din pala to seeing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;even stevens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; guy, shia labeouf. still geeky but kind of cute din. muntik na ako maiyak when his car was getting beat up, haha! sa totoo lang, sumasakit ang ears ko everytime the robots would transform at talaga naman naduling ako sa kung sino na magkakalaban sa big evil robots vs. good robots battle at the end of the movie. but i love the chase scenes and the skirmishes ng mga robot. natatawa talaga ako sa pagtransform ng mga robot. mukha silang gorillas with shine. ewan, maybe it's just me. the movie is not all bomba and sapakan ng mga robot (gawd, my poor ears) - there are lots of comedy din, usually involving sam (shia's character), the girl that he's literally tripping over, mikaela (megan fox), and his car which tries to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;help&lt;/span&gt; him win her over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughtrip. action-filled. ear shattering. rockin' soundtrack. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what i've done&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Linkin Park&lt;/span&gt; is included!) worth my money and time well spent. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-1694065768463851756?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1694065768463851756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=1694065768463851756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/1694065768463851756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/1694065768463851756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/barbie-of-opposite-sex.html' title='barbie of the opposite sex'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-2947960907220494966</id><published>2007-07-05T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T19:18:08.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;this is my third time ever in the US embassy. we could have done it in one go but nooo, i got to go back two more times. the first was the whole fingerprint crap plus the interview thingie then the consul asked for more documents so i had to go back. grr. i was with dad the second time around and mom made a mistake in one of the forms so viola! i get to go back a third time! that's today. thank gawd that the lady behind the window was the same lady i talked to two weeks ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;the first time i was at the embassy, i was so freaked out. haller, interview galore! the second time was kind of tense too because those docus were my only back up. this third time was the only time that i was able to walk the embassy halls alone and with no hesitation, no fear. why? because last tuesday, the embassy called us up and asked for my sisters' passports (mine was with them already). i said that we were going to submit them along with the corrected docus. the lady said na there's no need for the docus anymore because even without those, the consul approved of my application already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;meaning, i can migrate na as soon as i get the passport and visa. i can live and work na there as soon as our papers are ok na sa US. kewl. but i don't want to go yet pa naman, when i graduate maybe. so don't celebrate my kawalan just yet. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;it was raining when i left the embassy. i didn't want to stand around waiting for the rain to stop so i walked out and ginawa ko na lang umbrella yung giant filecase ni dad. i was at the waiting shed na when i decided that i'd walk in the rain na lang without the filecase. i didn't mind it a bit. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;some people wait all their lives for their soulmate. i myself have waited so long for this. since last year, i have been longing to meet her. i tried to keep tabs on her whereabouts but somewhere along the way, i lost track of her. all i knew was that she has not yet stepped upon Philippine soil. then one day, it was june 3 to be exact, i accidentally bumped into her. right then and there, i knew i should not let the chance pass me. so i took her home. meet my soulmate, the 7390. she's pretty 'no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.phonegg.com/Nokia/7390/Nokia-7390.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.phonegg.com/Nokia/7390/Nokia-7390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wag na kayo umangal na sobrang girly - half a year ko na 'ata inaasam ang phone na 'yan. and i like her pink, hahaha! ahem. uhm, maboyish kasi yung brown. medyo. (gumawa pa ng dahilan, hindi naman matino. XD)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;on more serious and more normal matters, i am finally understanding something sa quatech! maybe it has something to do with our having drawn PERT-CPMs in ENTRES2. and i take everything in while staring at someone's back of the head, hahaha! i'm going na. linds is so nice as not to kill me but nahihiya na ako so i have to check na the financial statements of Loophole Inc. toodle-loo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-2947960907220494966?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2947960907220494966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=2947960907220494966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/2947960907220494966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/2947960907220494966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/rain-dance.html' title='rain dance'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-4406850903810894926</id><published>2007-07-02T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T15:36:19.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>super duper weird na talaga!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="background-color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Each player of this game starts with 6 weird things about you. &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rule clearly.&lt;/span&gt; In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says you are tagged in their comments and tell them to read your blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; 1. when i put lotion on my legs, i always have to do it this way: pour lotion on left hand, slap into right hand so that the amount of lotion is close to same on both hands, then rub into BOTH legs AT THE SAME TIME. i ALWAYS do it that way, for some reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; background-color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;2. the only times i feel that handwashing is effective are when i wash with safeguard (any kind naman) and la salle's liquid soap. yeah, yung dalawang yun lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; background-color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;3. i don't like reading about politics, whether from a book, over the 'net, or from the newspaper. however, i always update myself by asking my dad and watching tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; background-color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;4. gusto kong nagsasalita nang tapos. it makes me feel na in control ako kasi as long as nagagawa ko yung sinabi ko, i feel that i'm fine. pero maraming times na gusto kong kainin sinabi ko. haha! pero tapos pa rin ako kung magsalita most of the time. (insert &lt;span style="font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;walang kadaladala&lt;/span&gt; song ng &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sandwich&lt;/span&gt; here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; background-color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;5. ayoko paLigaw sa bata. pero madami akong batang nacu-cute-an. hahaha! (ivan? enchong? duncan?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; background-color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;6. ayokong bumibili ng shoes na isang pair lang. in general, i usually feel the urge to buy more than one of something except na lang kung food yun, transpo fare, or super expensive nung bibilhin ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; background-color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; i would eat chicken only if leg part yung kakainin ko. most times, 'pag walang leg part, i would change my order altogether. sobrang bihira lang na magtitiyaga ako kumain ng breast at wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. i drink cold - always. kaya lagi akong kawawa 'pag brownout. ay teka, si dad 'ata kawawa kasi kailangan pa niya bumili ng packs of ice para lang palamigin yung mga tubig. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i wrote 8 na kasi i don't want to tag anymore. the last time i did it, no one followed suit naman, haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm on a high today. i have a crush. i'm so gradeschool girl talaga 'pag nagkacrush. everything babaw is funny and kilig. haha! weird what a smile can do to me. ah, but we didn't talk kanina. i should exercise kakapalan ng mukha more frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw rockstar today. realized that i am, like, inches taller than him. ugh. neeext!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also saw luluness. didn't have the old i'm-so-kilig feeling anymore. must mean that i'm over the so-called hawt people. another type's taking over. ATNT. hmm. can't wait for a normal conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&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/21384892-4406850903810894926?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4406850903810894926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=4406850903810894926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/4406850903810894926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/4406850903810894926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/super-duper-weird-na-talaga.html' title='super duper weird na talaga!'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-3796792135318553861</id><published>2007-07-01T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T21:36:30.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am missing 'em</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;supposedly, i should be finishing up on my quatech review but linds texted that we'd be writing chapter 5 and since i used to be always out, i have to comply. hehe! also, this entry had been scheduled for yesterday but as i was sooo sleepy last night.. in need to blog now because the entry is on the confirm-delete syage in my mind because the quatech formulas are taking over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;yesterday was a great day since i got to spend it with my fellow Loophole Inc.-ers. woohoo! well, i get to spend legalen with kath and kimi but we spend that SLEEPING so doesn't realt count. jo and i have occasional lunch meets but it's super rare, rawr. linds, i see only after legalen for like under 2 minutes. pats and yel, i never see anymore! so yesterday was sweet reunion (for me, at least) - our noise, chismis, prof-bashing, and laughter together was something i've been looking forward to since our ENTRES2 meetings went poof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;we were to view the AVPs (commercials and production process) of the 19 groups battling it our for PRACTICUM glory. haha! i was actually excited to see our vid because i know that linds won't put anything there that would make us wish we would get swallowed up by the earth &lt;em&gt;right this moment&lt;/em&gt;! we were the 16th and thank gawd harvie came early. because of that, we finished all 19 AVPs and we no longer have to go back next saturday for another viewing, yeheeey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;some groups went for the bitch/astig/hanep factor - am not going to mention groups. lots used the comedy one, CreYoM anyone? haha! juno was so awesome for being game about cross dressing. and who would've thought tonee could bust moves as well as her hip hopper bf? keeewl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;here's the slightly funny part: &lt;strong&gt;i have a new &lt;em&gt;best friend&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; bwahaha! it began a month ago 'ata when he passed by us and not only did alex' market book fall, the plastic covering ripped too. he made fun of himself saying na plague daw siya. he was there yesterday because we were all under BM naman dun. i didn't think i'd be talking to him anymore anytime in the future because ENTRES2 and QUATECH lang naman common things namin. then when we were signing the sign out sheet, he suddenly talked to jo saying that he liked our prod. my mind froze over with the thought na bading siya. prrramiiis! then he turned to me and actually &lt;em&gt;pointed me&lt;/em&gt; saying na if he went siguro sa plant site namin, all our materials would fall down dahil sa kanya. thank gawd he didn't hear yel say na "close na close kayo ching ha" haha! kasi naman, we really don't know each other, nagugulat na lang kami that he's talking to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agenda number 1 tomorrow: chikahin si new best friend. nyak nyak nyak nyak!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;after the 'incident' Loophole headed to flaming wings to have lunch. gawd, i hate the set meals. the buffalo chicken-y watchamacallit taste simply does not appeal to me. the only time i'm going back there is when i crave for their &lt;strong&gt;wicked oreos&lt;/strong&gt; dessert (any dessert for that matter) which is.. wicked. yum yummy, i swear. doughnut-y, oreo-y, ice cream-y + cinnamon goodness in one dessert. nakakabusog siya for me and it's way more satisfying than their meals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;after the lunch, we went to yuchenx 6th floor na because we thought we were going to be late na. pero siyempre, harvie was later so ang tagal tagal pa namin nagdaldalan at nagpanggap mag-review. haha! buti na lang na jo and alex kind of seriously reviewed the executive summary kasi naengganyo ako so nasagot ko yung 1st part completely. hopefully, tama lahat yun. quatech naman bukas, hrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-3796792135318553861?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3796792135318553861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=3796792135318553861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/3796792135318553861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/3796792135318553861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/am-missing-em.html' title='am missing &apos;em'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-843092325159292333</id><published>2007-06-29T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T20:19:34.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>different, really</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;it began with the kathy-kimi thingie (rhymes, yey). then i breezed through my 36-item finama2 quiz, finishing 20 minutes before the bell went off. my mind was completely somewhere else while zamora talked about all her gadgets. i love her; she must be one of the few sarcastic yet lovable people in the world. i hate her as she wants us to impress her with our midterm paper - how in the world do you impress a marketing gawdess? intphil exams must NOT be taken when your mind is pre-occupied. my mind was far far away from Aristotilian, Platonic, Neither, and Both Statements. i. am. slooowly. dying. academically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;as i was leaving the length of the catwalk, i saw reg walking the opposite direction. i was really debating whether to call her attention or not. she was busy telling caye (and gel?) something. i just stared at them while we passed each other. i tell you, my mind wasn't functioning right this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;i was about to climb to the second floor of LS to go to my dearest quatech class when i bumped into cinds. she seemed happier than ever and she said to me that she was to tell me something - later. tsk, suspense, suspense. when i got to my dearest quatech room, i thought of whether to text cinds to bug her but decided against it - malaya might catch me texting. sooo, i waited long enough for quatech to be over (it was a WHOLE hour!) and learned that cinds passed the BM interview! woohoo! she's shifting to BM and passing the interview gives her about 75% assurance that she's in. best of luck cindy! i'm just telling this because i was touched that she thought of telling me even if we're not that close as friends. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;the second to the last person is mille (it's M-I-L with an extra L-E or she'll kill you!) in this.. compilation of people i hardly see. seeing her made me miss our accom2a days when we were always (or not really) worried about our grade. up until now, she still teases me to my crush back then. i hope you (yes you mille) did well on you chemtek hubaloo, whatever it was. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;the last spot belongs to jon. aaah! because we are no longer meeting up with sir harvs, our group hardly sees each other anymore. sucks, really. made me realize that our chichi hours are so valuable, haha! anyway, jon and i had lunch and a bit of catching up. i really missed her. tsk, always with the DOP's kasi. joke! bonding and Loophole tomorrow, yihee! can't wait for mock defense preparations - for sure food trip na naman 'to. ahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-843092325159292333?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/843092325159292333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=843092325159292333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/843092325159292333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/843092325159292333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/06/different-really.html' title='different, really'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-2736286795774084561</id><published>2007-06-28T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T16:46:04.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falling in love isn't love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's why. When you fall in love.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:blue;"   &gt; a. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;No decision is required.&lt;/span&gt; Falling in love just happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:blue;"   &gt;b. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;No effort is required.&lt;/span&gt; Falling in love is like.... Well, falling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:blue;"   &gt;c. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;No hard work is required.&lt;/span&gt; Falling in love is being bitten by the love bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, true love requires all three : Decision, effort and lots of hard work. In the Bible, love is a command. You make it happen. Sure true love can only happen &lt;i&gt;after&lt;/i&gt; you've fallen out of love.   &lt;i&gt;When you begin choosing to love, even if you don't feel like doing it &lt;/i&gt;---- that's true love. And that's the foundation of a lasting marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;When You FALL IN LOVE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;(Debunking the Myths That Are Driving You Crazy) By: Bo Sanchez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*i'm not sure if there's a link from the Web.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-2736286795774084561?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2736286795774084561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=2736286795774084561' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/2736286795774084561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/2736286795774084561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/06/lovies.html' title='Lovies'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-4140545997530519695</id><published>2007-06-28T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T16:22:56.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>driving me crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;please remind me again why we have to go study quatech. can someone bop me in the head for taking quatech under malaya pa, gawd. the only good thing about the class is that bia's my seatmate, my other seatmate's not just nice but also cute (but taken, dammet dammet), and that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;'s in the class. yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i'm adding color as my world is now boring boring. it revolves mostly around schoolwork. a pity, really. i took an MWF sched to be able to rest, not to have an extra day to do schoolwork! profs have done nothing but dump work on us. i'm on the brink of.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pigging my heart out&lt;/span&gt;. haha! hayayay. and still, i blog. i'm tired of reading and memorizing out loud everything about philo and legalen. i really should do something in la salle besides attend class. marc blocked my way yesterday and asked me to watch the HTG prod this july 11. i'm contemplating it as i don't want to watch if the only time is around night - i don't want to go home at night. too sleepy. haha! he has not replied to my inquiries. his possible loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;i'm lucky that i still have stuff to do in church. there's much work to do as there are activities that need to be done over with by next week. i need to pay close attention to the things that i do there but at least it's a change from school. it's still better because all i have to do is take out files and organize everythings, copy down some stuff, and i'm done! thank gawd i never have to compute for damned Nu's and Nr's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;just two more days.. saturday included because s/he lost our papers and we HAVE to retake the third long quiz. hrr. we should have gotten kwatro na for that. i mean, it wasn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; fault that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;s/he&lt;/span&gt; lost the papers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;my social life's better than ever though. it must help that i'm going nuts already that i need as much human support as possible. ah, i've had better days but if everyone gets along as well as these days, i'll be fine going with the flow. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-4140545997530519695?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4140545997530519695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=4140545997530519695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/4140545997530519695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/4140545997530519695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/06/driving-me-crazy.html' title='driving me crazy'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-3652266058165232950</id><published>2007-06-23T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T13:43:38.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 is the new 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE RULES:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Write something about 15 different people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;2. You CANNOT say who they are. (This is the fun part hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;3. If someone asks you which one is about them, YOU ARE NOT TO TELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote about 20 people. does that mean i can break the rest of the rules na? haha! no way am i telling. =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 ~ it was funny when i first met you, immature talaga tingin ko sa 'yo because you were all stereotypical and stuff. it was nice sharing things and trading stories with you. really, i'd keep those memories. but you become too comfortable with me that it made me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; comfortable with you. sa totoo lang, i don't think i can stand being alone with you for long anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 ~ natutuwa talaga ako sa 'yo. the first moment pa lang that i met you, i knew we were going to get along well. it is more than the work that we share - i think factor din ang pagiging daldalero nating dalawa. i feel like i can sit with you for hours and wala tayong gagawin kung 'di magbangayan at maglaitan and we'd still be friends after. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 ~ ah, trouble brewing everywhere you go, it seems. don't you find it weird that you still can't tell how to make me appreciate what you do? other people would have been kissing your feet already. however, unlike those other people, i don't like the tried and tested ways - boring. haha! i wish you would be less.. enthusiastic about things. maybe then your actions would be seen as natural and not forced and insincere. your efforts go down the drain lang eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 ~ you. haha! i don't understand why people say you're beautiful. filipinos are so struck by the weirdest things. ever since i heard about you, i didn't like you na. try as i might to find that something that would make me like you, nada until now. but then again, we don't get to spend that much time together anyway. but (again) a lot of times, i stick to my first impressions of people soo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 ~ i swear i thought you were a geek before! and i thought you were my year. tsk. the way you talked and acted reminded me so much of myself. other people asked how long we've been friends and no one believes that we've just recently known each other. i find it easy to open up to you because you do the same to me. my friendship with you keeps telling me that it's not how much time we spend with each other that would define our friendship; it's how much we are willing impart to make ourselves part of each other's life. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 ~ there are times that i pity you. it's so sad when so much talent is holed up inside a person because the person does not believe in his- or herself. but it comes to the point that you irritate me with the way you act because it seems that you look at everyone as your means of support when in fact you could pull yourself together naman - you just don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 ~ we're really close but we never talk about our negative sides. i mean the what-i-don't-like-about-you kind of thing. it's like we're living in this everything-nice-world wherein i have to like you always and you have to like me always because that's the way things seem to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to go. and the moment we speak up about the "10 things i hate about you", our friendship would just shatter to pieces. and it's so probable that we never speak again. but it doesn't have to be that way, right? i wish we could fix this up but i don't know how to begin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 ~ i used to not believe much in second times around being the sweeter times. that was before it happened to me, to us. i love it that we're now more understanding of each other's priorities and schedules. and it seems to me that you have gotten softer compared to before. getting to talk to you again is simply sweet, after all that we've been through. i really pray that nothing would go wrong again. i missed you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9 ~ always wants to be in the spotlight, tsk. some people would have just shut up and done their thing to impress others. you, on the other hand, have to tell us muna that you didn't prepare much yada yada yada then you'd &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;show off&lt;/span&gt;. it's the only word for people &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fishing for compliments&lt;/span&gt;. you know them - those who say they didn't do much to get ready yet they do well. i hate HATE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; those kind of people! why can't you just say that you really prepared instead of saying na hindi? it's like you always want na sabihan ka ng mga tao na you're so good. gawd, that's so elem. and i know why i stay but i have no choice. if i had one though, i would have left long ago because i can't stand a 'friend' who belittle ang kanyang friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 ~ we don't talk anymore because i severed our relationship. i think it was the first time that i purposely did something to burn a bridge with someone. most times, i just let time and lack of communication drift me apart from people. but i can no longer stand you so i had to tell you plainly that i don't like you. i never did, actually. it had always been a one-sided 'friendship' from the start - when you had problems, in need of notes, of advices, we were always there for you but you never offered your hand out to us. besides, you're also a fisher of compliments and a true social climber kaya kahit wala naman sa lifestyle ng family mo, you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make sure&lt;/span&gt; that you get good things because it would up you in the social ladder - or so you think. no matter how expensive your phone is, how many drum sets you have in your house, how many medals you wear around your gawdawful neck, you'll never be the rich kid, the singer, the drummer, the good student in my eyes. i'll never find you praise worthy regarding &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 ~ and speaking of social climbers.. isa ka pa. i think it may be because you are caught in your drama that everything is bigger than life for you. i really don't like it when you talk like you know then you can't back up what you say yet you keep doing it. why?! and puh-lease get a life naman, quit imitating people! it's not flattering, believe me. instead of making you look good, you just look like an imposter who'll never be as good as the real thing. find something that's truly yours, okay? oh and i share only mababaw things things with you kasi i don't trust you eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 ~ i really miss you. it had been easy back then when we were nearly always together. distance has sort of torn us apart and it saddens me. when i have problems, it's like i can no longer run to you. it seems like everytime we would text, a long explanation has to follow everything. i wish we'd see each other na. meeting up with you is always nice because unlike with text messaging, it's like we never have to explain the past when we're together - parang always updated na agad, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13 ~ you're really nice. but even nice people have bad sides. how come i can't tell you what i found there? maybe because they're mostly small things? but i can't let those things go because even if they're small, they affect me and it keeps happening so alam ko that those negative stuff are part of you and not one-time things. sad because i can't even tell you to check on them. maybe no one tells you about your negative sides kaya ganyan ka pa rin hanggang ngayon. one of those things? everything has to be about how grrreat you are. and if no one tells you, ikaw na nag-iinitiate so that we'd get to talk about how grrreat you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14 ~ the wolf in sheep's clothing. i really thought you were honestly nice, period. i didn't know before that you are honestly nice when you're with certain people lang. and you have this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt; with guys that when you're around them, you act differently when you're around girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15 ~ thank you so much. you are the very first person to teach me that not all friendships last. you met someone and i guess you liked her company more than mine. and though we stuck together for some time, it didn't last. it's better this way, though. no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 ~ you must be one of my frankest friends. i used to get shocked when you tell me things about myself that i never would have heard from others. now i appreciate it. miss it even. haha! we must have had the longest love-hate relationship in the world and now that's it's just pure love, i won't trade it for anything. oo nga pala, i hope you know that i'm so proud of you. you're living your dream and getting to the Big One. i know you'll get there. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17 ~ bittersweet memories shroud me when i think of you. it would have been the perfect friendship had it not been for something that you want so much. i have this inkling that you blame me for things but i still think that you made things happen the way they happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 ~ we'll never be the best of friends but you'll always have a special place in my heart. we're so opposite but everything yours just complement everything mine. a sweet kind of relationship because there's no pressure to be the best pair of friends, simply good ol' geeting along well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19 ~ nung una kita makilala, i wanted to one-up you in everything. then slowly, i realized that i didn't want that kind of relationship with you. the longer i got to know you, the more i realize na you truly are a good person, definitely not worth my bad thoughts. i know we're just starting out so medyo 'di pa deep ang friendship natin. i hope we can get to know each other better kasi nakikita ko nang magkakasundo talaga tayo, haha! seriously, we just got to spend more time together. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20 ~ sayang ang momentum ko! badtrip naman 'to eh. tsk. ang gulo-gulo mo pa. i really can't read you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-3652266058165232950?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3652266058165232950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=3652266058165232950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/3652266058165232950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/3652266058165232950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/06/20-is-new-15.html' title='20 is the new 15'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-345638423386725823</id><published>2007-06-18T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T20:16:19.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i do this. all the time.</title><content type='html'>how ironic that my friend dylan should send a quote saying that you should never speak when you're angry as you might say something you'll regret later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm used to saying things when i'm angry - and that's staying that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had it up to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt; with all of you! it's so crappy that so many people are talking about me without my knowing it. buti sana if you were talking about what i can do well or what nice things i did but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nooo&lt;/span&gt; it's got to be chismis! mga bwisit, and the chismis is not even confirmed pa yet they speak of it as if i had a final say about those things na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mga walangya. to think pa naman na you're my brothers?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ikaw, sa susunod na maisipan mong mag-assume about US, 'wag mo nang ituloy kasi to begin with, walang US, leche. isa pa, kamusta naman ang pagkafeeler mo mhen - "hindi niya lang ma-express dahil sa age gap". if i could spit on your thick face right now, i'd do it. the AGE GAP thing is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;least&lt;/span&gt; of your problems! how about you check muna your ugali at tignan mo kung may kaakit akit dun. oh wait, you've checked na at wala kang nakitang mali? well, bullshit! the way you 'think' your way around explanations for your shortcomings pa lang shows how much you belittle my judgment of other people. excuse me, i can tell naman when a person is having too much of a good time sa pagpapaikot sa 'kin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ikaw naman, will you please quit saying you backstabbed your friend? sa daldal mo, lahat sa amin binackstab mo na! having people fight with you is bad enough but it's so much worse when people act like you're friends tapos they DOUBT you?! gawd! ang kapal ng mukha mong ipaulit ulit pa that you're on my side tapos sasabihin mo sa iba na hindi ka naniniwala sa sinabi ko? grabe dude! nakakainis pa that sobrang inquire ka about sa akin &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;from other people&lt;/span&gt; tapos when no one can tell you excatly what's going on, you assume na tama ang hinala mo then you go spread it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salamat talaga ha. sana umalis na kayo para wala nang makulit =) please ha? leave na, now! grr-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twin, maraming salamat nga pala sa pagtawag at dahil hinayaan mo lang ako magsalita. bwahaha! sa totoo lang eh balak ko din sana sa 'yo na lang ibaling ang badtrip ko pero naalala kong hindi normal ang ganung pag-asta kaya nag-ugaling tao ako kanina. haha! thanks talaga =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-345638423386725823?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/345638423386725823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=345638423386725823' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/345638423386725823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/345638423386725823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-do-this-all-time.html' title='i do this. all the time.'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-8476967281593270212</id><published>2007-06-16T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T19:10:26.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and these are the days..</title><content type='html'>i was supposed to blog yesterday dawn but naawa ako sa katawan ko kaya i slept na lang. nagfee-feeling busy ako but up to now i haven't finished with my green and white forms! can &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;someone please help me&lt;/span&gt; write my yearbook &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;write up&lt;/span&gt;? it's just 80 words and i don't want to do it on my own dahil baka magmukha lang akong conceited sa mga isusulat ko, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday was supposed to be rest day for me but i had to finish with all my papers and homeworks by morning because when the pm rolls around, i had to be headed to alex's home already. dad was so nice (whee! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY FATHER's DAY DAD!&lt;/span&gt;) because he didn't just offer to drive me to corinthian gardens, he also waited for me until the wee hours of the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clarifications:&lt;br /&gt;1. we were going to the house of alex because thursday was our scheduled plant visitation and teambuilding with our ENTRES2 professor.&lt;br /&gt;2. it was supposed to be from 7pm to 10pm only&lt;br /&gt;3. but that didn't happen because of our dear prof..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he set a meeting pa that day for 6pm! kamusta naman! so we had to wait for him. but we didn't wait for him sitting down. nooo. the mean girls did a lot of eating - heavenly brownies care of our dear prez, yellow cab pizza care of.. well, yellow cab, ruffles, krispy kreme doughnuts, candies, and loads of loads of water - and camwhoring. and jon, yel, alex, pati, and i even went to the playground of corinthian. pfft. slides galore mhen. natuwa ang inner child ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our prof came way past 8. almost 9pm, even. linds and i opted not to ride his car as we might get quarantined with something. (joke!) when we finally got to do the whole process, we have to redo daw the time and motion and add sewing machines. whatevs. he was breezing through every process dahil NAGUGUTOM NA daw SIYA. but he had finished off krispy kremes na nun ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rode with pati in lindsey's car kasi i didn't want to ride with sir nga and para maiba naman, lagi na lang ako nakikisakay kay alex. haha! we were headed for jack's loft kasi that was where we were going to have our teambuilding aka heart-to-heart talks with sir and groupmates and iyakan blues because of nominations as the worst groupmate. (the 'worst' part is mere exaggeration)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were mostly full by then kaya puro finger food and drinks lang kami. si sir lang lumamon. and i mean LUMAMON. gawd, he was hungry! the crew at jack's loft was watching our group kasi sir was copying the way toni gonzaga speaks sa PBB whenever elimination night rolls around. even the phrases "ikaw ay safe" "i'm sorry but you have been nominated" "nasa alanganin ka" were all flying off his lips. (he loves PBB, wala kaming magagawa dun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kath, jon, pati, kimi, and i were all nominated sa peer evaluations 1 and 2. still, we were laughing everything off kasi most, if not all, the votes naman were forced. haller, gagawan pa niya kami ng "nag-away away sila!" issue - not gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakabalik kami kina alex at almost 12. dad was surprisingly very alert pa that time. haha! 1 na ako nakauwi and aborted plans of blogging because i had a 7am class pa the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gising na gising kami come friday. 'u-break' was chichi time - may nalaman kaming katawa-tawa! everytime i remember that, natatawa talaga ako. yihee! eye witness yel ;D jon and i were supposed to have lunch sa flaming wings but as usual with all new places, puno siya. (may ilang weeks pa jon, makakakain din tayo dun!) so we went sa tropical hut kung saan naman dumaan sa labas si rockstar with his gf. ahem. and a reliable source told me na 106 ang girl. no comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three school days na lang ang nalalabi at deadline na ng green and white forms! ack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WRITE UP!&lt;/span&gt; i can entrust this only with my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;close friends. help me.&lt;/span&gt; ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung hindi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobrang hahangin ang page ko sa yearbook, bwahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-8476967281593270212?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8476967281593270212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=8476967281593270212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/8476967281593270212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/8476967281593270212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/06/and-these-are-days.html' title='and these are the days..'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-5407967534161462137</id><published>2007-06-14T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T12:55:48.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pete groupie</title><content type='html'>ewan ko ba kung bakit pero hindi ko talaga naiisip agad maghanap ng bio ng mga banda. tsk. kaya naman in the midst of finishing my finama paper and creating an excel file for our entres class, i decided to type in "pete wentz biography" in the search box. kamusta naman mga napulot ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2088161/bio"&gt;IMDB&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Wentz has written a book entitled &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boy With the Thorn In His Side, which is a story based on nightmares he had as a child&lt;/span&gt;. It is named after a song by The Smiths. He has another book titled "Rainy Day Kids," which was scheduled to be released February 14th, 2006, but has been postponed because he was unsatisfied with some of the material. In addition, Wentz is currently writing another book, alternating chapters with William Beckett of The Academy Is....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wentz has a company called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clandestine Industries, which distributes books and, more notably, clothing, among other things&lt;/span&gt;. Additionally, he owns his own imprint of Fueled By Ramen, Decaydance Records, which has signed on several bands, including: Panic! At The Disco, October Fall, Gym Class Heroes and The Hush Soundand Lifetime . He also has a film production company called Bartskull Films, which has released the DVD "Release the Bats", a film about Peter, his friends both in and outside of Fall Out Boy, and many Decaydance/Fueled By Ramen bands.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trivia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He owns Clandestine Industries. &lt;p&gt;He wrote a book called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Boy With a Thorn in His Side&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He wrote &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; the songs on "From Under The Cork Tree".&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Owns his own record label, Decaydance Records.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Was an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;all-state soccer player&lt;/span&gt;. (big BIG deal!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Plays bass guitar.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Still lives at home with his parents. (cute, wahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The eldest of three children. Has a younger brother and a younger sister.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pete is "straight-edge" meaning &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;he doesn't smoke, drink, or do drugs&lt;/span&gt;. (homina, homina!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Plays the piano.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Has 3 dogs - Pandora, Marley and Hemmingway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; then in &lt;a href="http://www.tv.com/peter-wentz/person/412083/biography.html"&gt;tv.com&lt;/a&gt;, it pretty much repeated the bio part. it was the trivia that got me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete was voted best makeup for Netscape's Hollywood Honors 2007. The caption said "OK it was either for the eye liner or him giving lessons."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Pete feels the interview is getting boring or the interviewer asks something insulting, Pete won't ignore it he will start making things up to satisfy the interviewer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Pete says he likes yellow flowers because they cheer him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Before the filming of the movie &lt;i&gt;Release the Bats&lt;/i&gt;, Pete had dreadlocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       When he was younger Pete had braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Pete is allergic to cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a vegan for a number of years, along with fellow band member Andy Hurley. Then he turned Vegetarian. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now he is neither&lt;/span&gt;. (kamusta naman yun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(isa pa 'to) Pete was recently embarrassed when his credit card was denied. Worse still, the star-struck cashier asked for his autograph on the rejecting receipt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       He says he used to swear in front of his mother to get her attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He attended New Trier Township High School, and graduated in 1997. He has said that in high school, he was made fun of for being short and he was mostly thought of as 'that blue haired goth kid'. He also says that the best part of high school was leaving it. (now they're probably regretting every bad thing they said about him..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Pete is a fan of the &lt;i&gt;Star Wars&lt;/i&gt; movies, &lt;i&gt;The Notebook&lt;/i&gt; and he also enjoys watching the shows &lt;i&gt;24&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;The Office&lt;/i&gt;. (wonder if he cried watching that.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the notebook&lt;/span&gt;, i mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has 37 tattoos and counting. One of his lesser known tattoos is one on his left middle finger it says 2*R which means Second Star on the Right. Other known tattoos are ones on his neck of a necklace, ones on his right arm of characters from &lt;i&gt;The Nightmare Before Christmas&lt;/i&gt;, and one on his lower stomach of the Clandestine bat logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(read this..)        When Pete first heard &lt;i&gt;Panic! At The Disco&lt;/i&gt;, he drove to Las Vegas to meet them in person. Soon after, he co-signed them to his label, Decaydance. He is best friends with their lead singer Brendon Urie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(..and this)        His best friend is &lt;i&gt;Fall Out Boy&lt;/i&gt; singer Patrick Stump. He has said that Patrick is the only person he'd take a bullet for. He also describes him as the nicest guy in the world who is made of good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sino kaya talaga bestie niya??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pete&lt;/b&gt;: I'm a comfort-food guy. If you make me mac and cheese or PB&amp;amp;J, I will be in love with you. (aha! now i know what i need to learn how to make!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pete&lt;/b&gt;: Hmmm... maybe Johnny Depp? Am I aiming a little too high? &lt;i&gt;(When asked what celebrity he would kiss if he had the chance.) &lt;/i&gt;(same taste in guys? bwahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, ang haba but pointless. haha! naeexcite lang ako sa bonding namin nina sir harvie mamaya. gawd, please let it be over quickly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-5407967534161462137?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5407967534161462137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=5407967534161462137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/5407967534161462137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/5407967534161462137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/06/pete-groupie.html' title='pete groupie'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-1791487961079433189</id><published>2007-06-11T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T18:19:13.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm exhausted</title><content type='html'>i was supposed to play &lt;a href="http://jopwitee.blogspot.com"&gt;jOn&lt;/a&gt;'s 15 people &lt;a href="http://jopwitee.blogspot.com/2007/06/da-who.html"&gt;"guess who" game&lt;/a&gt; (imbentong name na naman by me, haha!) but i decided to put it off muna kasi i asked muna for her permish tsaka i haven't thought about sino ilalagay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why people say that history repeats itself. it's not like it's the same time, place, and people. most of the time, the situation is the one that's kind of the same but it's never &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; identical. but it does not mean that i don't get tired of it. it was enough for me to face things once but for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; to happen the way - but not exactly! - it did before, it drives me wary to fix things. honestly, i just wanted to sit and wait for things to die out. though sitting around and hoping that things would go back to normal might even out the problems, i didn't want to wait &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt;. so without thinking much, i launched into my plan of the quickest way in making things stop. i doubt that it would be a complete stop but it would be a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are people who would not care about hurting others just to solve their problem. that's not the case with me as i am as over emotional as i am a foodie. i do not like breaking bad news to people, whether the news is because of me or not. of course, it sucks more when it was my fault. i hate hate HATE making people sad. it's just.. sad. as if i was the one who was receiving the bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hrr. just get this over with and i'll be feeling fabulous again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-1791487961079433189?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1791487961079433189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=1791487961079433189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/1791487961079433189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/1791487961079433189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-exhausted.html' title='i&apos;m exhausted'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-8826149085391975842</id><published>2007-06-06T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T22:16:41.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another LS day</title><content type='html'>i just had one of the easiest quizzes i ever had in law history (ano daw?!) this morning. after that, i just had to had another bar of hershey's. hehe! the finama2 graded seatwork was a killer though. made me realize na hindi ko kaya sumagot nun without my notes. wahehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a very relaxed class kanina sa market1. paano ba naman, of all classes pala ni zamora, kami daw nauuna. she walked out pa nga one of her other classes dahil walang sumasagot sa class nila. ayan tuloy, nagtanungan lang kami ng surnames at provinces kanina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intphil was fun din kasi velasco was go na go magkwento about her stay in japan and europe. we were comparing the prices of goods, the sense of humor of people, the way we dress up, the temperature of places, and the general way people act in certain places. i really like it when she tells stories kasi todo demo pa siya. ganung prof gusto ko, yung buhay yung class tapos hindi nawawala yung lesson sa dmai ng kwento. my two fave classes, market1 and intphil, yihee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break time was okay. we did our chapter 4 kasi sa friday na siya ipapasa. hehe! who cares if kuala ni yel was modeling sa amphi? =P maingay ang itchyworms ha. dumagdag sila sa init ng entres room namin. and speaking of entres..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special ang mean girls kanina. sir was asking kasi for the copy of the steps in registering a company and the sched ng practicum 1 to 3. when he asked those who didn't have copies to raise their hands, we learned na group lang pala namin yung complete ng handouts. sa ibang group, tig-isa lang at meron ngang lahat sila wala totally. nakakatawa na sana siya then sir asked kung may common free time ba kami so that he can discuss sa group lang namin yung steps. haller! they were suggesting na mag-meet tomorrow. pfft. buti na lang, sir said na todya na lang. anong ginawa niya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinalabas niya lahat ng walang hand outs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang init pa naman sa labas. haha! mga 11 na lang kami sa class. (8 kami sa group) and instead of the 15 minutes he asked, mga 25 minutes 'ata niya diniscuss lahat. after nun, pumasok na yung iba at parang sarap na sarap sa AC. haha! sometimes, it pays to be a girl scout. pero, sa bagay, homework naman siya ni sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, may tests pa ako sa quatech and finama2 sa friday X(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-8826149085391975842?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8826149085391975842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=8826149085391975842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/8826149085391975842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/8826149085391975842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-ls-day.html' title='another LS day'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-6277686739679287051</id><published>2007-06-05T08:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T08:48:14.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another week flew by</title><content type='html'>i just thought of two more weird things about me:&lt;br /&gt;1. i would eat chicken only if leg part yung kakainin ko. most times, 'pag walang leg part, i would change my order altogether. sobrang bihira lang na magtitiyaga ako kumain ng breast at wings.&lt;br /&gt;2. i drink cold - always. kaya lagi akong kawawa 'pag brownout. ay teka, si dad 'ata kawawa kasi kailangan pa niya bumili ng packs of ice para lang palamigin yung mga tubig. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had so much fun last saturday. fashion show was the theme that we used for our ENTRES2 video and it was dresses galore! lahat ng dress na nilabas nila gusto ko isuot. wahaha! huy friends, ang tagal niyo mag-upload ng pics ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting the hang of school, lalo na finama2, market1, intphil, and entres2. nevermind the effing boring legalen and my quatech class. kamusta naman kasing 7am class na nga siya, puro pa siya example eh nagegets naman namin yung ineexplain niya even without the examples. and hindi lang isa ha. talagang ang dami. kaantok, i swear. i don't know how i'll take quizzes dun. sa quatech naman eh hindi ko maintindihan kung dahil ba sa oras (lunch time) or dahil sa prof kaya nawawalan ako ng gana sa class. i think it's both. dapat 'ata 'di ko pinagsunod ang terms na siya prof ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;consistent na ang pagsagot ko sa market1. isa na ako sa mga sinasabihan na "give others a chance". at dahil kay duncan, mamememorize na niya name ko. ahaha! ready na ako to conquer market1!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-6277686739679287051?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6277686739679287051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=6277686739679287051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/6277686739679287051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/6277686739679287051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-week-flew-by.html' title='another week flew by'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-5564077759146748904</id><published>2007-05-30T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T00:06:55.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WIERD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); background-color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;Each player of this game starts with 6 weird things about you. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rule clearly.&lt;/span&gt; In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says you are tagged in their comments and tell them to read your blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); background-color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; 1. when i put lotion on my legs, i always have to do it this way: pour lotion on left hand, slap into right hand so that the amount of lotion is close to same on both hands, then rub into BOTH legs AT THE SAME TIME. i ALWAYS do it that way, for some reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); background-color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;2. the only times i feel that handwashing is effective are when i wash with safeguard (any kind naman) and la salle's liquid soap. yeah, yung dalawang yun lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); background-color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;3. i don't like reading about politics, whether from a book, over the 'net, or from the newspaper. however, i always update myself by asking my dad and watching tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); background-color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;4. gusto kong nagsasalita nang tapos. it makes me feel na in control ako kasi as long as nagagawa ko yung sinabi ko, i feel that i'm fine. pero maraming times na gusto kong kainin sinabi ko. haha! pero tapos pa rin ako kung magsalita most of the time. (insert &lt;span style="font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;walang kadaladala&lt;/span&gt; song ng &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sandwich&lt;/span&gt; here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); background-color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;5. ayoko paLigaw sa bata. pero madami akong batang nacu-cute-an. hahaha! (ivan? enchong? duncan?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); background-color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;6. ayokong bumibili ng shoes na isang pair lang. in general, i usually feel the urge to buy more than one of something except na lang kung food yun, transpo fare, or super expensive nung bibilhin ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); background-color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; tag sina: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;jet, burth, yel, ate mich, mille, cole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-5564077759146748904?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5564077759146748904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=5564077759146748904' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/5564077759146748904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/5564077759146748904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/05/wierd.html' title='WIERD'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-685479394406600207</id><published>2007-05-30T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T23:18:16.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart schooL!</title><content type='html'>(so frosh? haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been in school for classes exactly 4 days, 5 if you count the saturday that we watched the film thingie for ENTRES2. i think i'm starting to get the hang of stuff in la salle - with the thick books too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEGALEN: i was late on the first day for this class so i made sure that i was not late the succeeding days. guess what? after the long sermon he gave about tardiness, he was consistently late from last friday until today. grrreat. i was falling asleep beside the almost asleep kathy kanina when he began talking about chiz escudero and how he was not passing any bills. kasi naman daw opposition siya. kaya mas madami pang na-pass si zubiri kay fafa chiz. haha! he hearts the opposition, yahooness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FiNAMA2: she got angry at our class because some of us  - me included - didn't bring our books. so i brought my book awhile ago even if i now carried a seven-inch stack of paper. it's heavy, i can attest to that. i like her style better than my prof in finama1, though. even if they're both nice, my prof now is more like my comsta2 prof last term: makes sure that everyone has books and everyone solves. ang nakakatawa sa prof na 'to, ginagawa kaming kinder! nag-multiply ka lang tapos nilagay yung sagot sa board, "very good! very good!" na siya. hindi niyo kasi ako pinapa-demo ng boses niya, 'di niyo tuloy alam how funny it can get. lalo na when she starts the class with a "so how are you today class?" nang WALANG MINTIS. how's that for consistency? X) still, as i've said before, i like her style better kasi nice atmosphere sa class, no pressure tapos forced to solve pa kami. kind of 'ideal' na rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARKET1: i know they say she's a terror prof but i love the way she handles class. (i haven't written a paper for her yet kaya 'di pa ako umiiyak, haha!) the first two meetings, i got scared na magsalita sa class niya kasi she was too much to take in. first time ko 'atang maka-meet ng prof na self-actualized. (do NOT ask me to discuss this. it would take a whole other entry) she keeps cursing too and insists that if we curse, we curse wholeheartedly. she calls on people to recite only if they raise their hands. and when people are answering, wait for your turn. if two other people raised their hands before you, you wait after makasagot yung dalawang yun. my resolution is she knows me by midterms - she herself said na it's the almost sure way to pass. haller, kasi naman, groupwork yung papers tapos take home pa midterm and final exams. kaya recitation is SO BIG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iNTPHiL: kung may prof akong self-actualized, 'eto naman ang prof kong catholic turned protestant turned born again turned shintoist turned buddhist. i can tell you about the way she teaches - dynamic! - but i can't tell about what she teaches. she's a lot like my market1 prof: they act in front the whole class, they're loud, they curse, they demand attention, they earned my respect for them both as teachers and persons. my intphil prof is right: after three months, iba na nga magiging tingin mo sa life. not necessarily mababago beliefs mo pero you'll be more open-minded abour &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; ideas. you have to be in my class to understand why i can't put into words the things she teaches; ang dmai kasi that it overwhelms me. it's waaay more the the notes i took the past three days. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUATECH: gawd. so typically &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;. books, calculators, pens, yellow papers, solutions, and answers. oh, and keep your mouth shut unless asked for an answer. that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAK: last monday i ate alone kasi jon attended a lunch blowout and my other mean girls have eaten na. so i left lang my effing heavy bag with them and dashed to java to eat. may perks din pala yun. one, you can concentrate sa food mo; two, you eat slowly; three, your tummy fills up faster; and four, you can eat dessert withour anyone trying it too. hahaha! ahem. kanina naman, i ate with yel in mcdo while the others talked about our vid. then we moved sa yuchengco lobby to talk together. wala, nagchikahan lang kami about boys (enchong), pep squad, drummers, green and white, and how much of bums we were kasi wala kaming org. bwahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENTRES2: discussed his handouts for two days. ho-hum. magtetest na naman siya on monday. then chapter 5 na. WHY OH WHY?! palapit na defense!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still... my wheels are turning pretty well along side la salle's na. medyo back in the spirit of learning na ako. nakacondition na 'ko. wish ko lang all that would be enough for me to carry all my books for 12 more weeks. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-685479394406600207?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/685479394406600207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=685479394406600207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/685479394406600207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/685479394406600207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-heart-school.html' title='i heart schooL!'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-938120190412108086</id><published>2007-05-26T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T16:44:37.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two days, one end</title><content type='html'>walangya si harvie. pinaghintay pa kami ng 35 minutes. gawd. gutom na gutom na tuloy ako nung matapos ang filmshowing niya. and he LUVS ty tang. i swear. wala siyang bukambibig kanina kung 'di ty ty ty. rar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the AVP/MTV thing freaks me out. add that to the defense and talagang kinakabahan na ako sa ENTRES2. bakit naman kasi lahat na lang inusog nila to an earlier date ang deadline? it's not like may problem kung sa end ng term mag-defense. hay naku talaga. i don't know how my other groupmates feel about this but i'm NOT excited about the video thingie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think &lt;a href="http://blowfishing.blogspot.com"&gt;mille&lt;/a&gt;'s right - masikip na nga sa la salle. i thought at first that it was because of the adjustment. pero sa last two days na nasa la salle ako, it seemed like there's always hallway traffic and it seems that every resto along taft is always puno! it's creepy, i tell you. sabi nga ni &lt;a href="http://jopwitee.blogspot.com"&gt;jon&lt;/a&gt; nung friday na natraffic kami sa SPS building dahil ang daming frosh na papunta sa bro. connon audi, bakit parang ang daming 107?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up to now, i'm arm hurts for having carried my 2-inch think finama book and an equally thick quatech book. damn. whenever i create MWF scheds, i always forget one downside of the said sched: having to bring books for all the subjects. ack. and to think i have to run down from LS hall third floor to velsaco's fifth floor, then down again and up again LS second floor. suicide. X(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-938120190412108086?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/938120190412108086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=938120190412108086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/938120190412108086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/938120190412108086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/05/two-days-one-end.html' title='two days, one end'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-4291442348608753233</id><published>2007-05-23T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T22:11:50.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>red = raging comeback</title><content type='html'>i woke up the earliest i ever woke for a school day since i started in la salle. it's because this is the first time that i took 7 am classes. still, i consoled myself with the thought that i would be on my way home by 3:30 that afternoon.. then no classes the next day! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got to la salle, i was surprised to see a lot of people. i wondered if that much people take 7 am classes. i bumped into RG and he told me what i had forgotten that causes lasallians to trek to school early: ADJUSTMENT of schedule. i resolved not to adjust this term, no matter what. i'm going to accept every class with everything that comes with each - terror profs, dreadful topics, heavy books, and all else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congratulate me. i was late for about five minutes for my first class and whoopeedoo, my prof is very strict about the time. he looked at me pointedly when he was talking about tardiness, i looked back with as much wide eyed innocence as i could muster. at least that didn't piss him off because he was very jolly until the last minutes of class. mr. BC (not his real initials) went through the class, asking each one their name, where they reside, and if they voted last elections. typical lasalistas - more than 50% of the class was not even registered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my next class was just a few rooms away. i was early and the first in the room. most of my classmates were already there though - nasa labas nga lang. i don't understand the point of staying outside the room when it's so hot there and wala naman pala silang hinihintay na tao. anyhoo, there were a lot of familiar faces but they weren't my friends kaya i was not talking to anyone. i wish na maka-adjust nga si benz para may machika naman ako. i didn't like that benz invited me sa last row, however. why? our prof's voice was sooo soft that i could hardly hear it sa back. and she speaks like she's royalty or from a fantasy world or something. basta, ipa-demo niyo na lang sa 'kin, i'll be happy to copy her. haha! and because of her voice, i shall call her fantasia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, my next class, the class that had be all tense before it even began. si terror MISSter ba naman prof ko. well, when she began speaking kanina, she is kind of scary nga kasi she has this deep voice and very sharp tongue. i like her sarcastic sense of humor though. it reminded me of &lt;a href="http://magistral.multiply.com"&gt;cole&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://blowfishing.blogspot.com"&gt;mille&lt;/a&gt;. hehe! she confuses me too because as much as she loves to curse, she refers a lot din to God, heaven, angels, in the way a believer would. a modernized Catholic? hmm, to be discovered in the coming 12 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss ICNo2Ma (I Chose Not To Marry) had some minor fashion faux pas but super bawi naman kasi as fluent in english is her tongue as it is to filipino. and she speaks clearly and loudly kaya even if our room is very big, everyone can hear her. the subject kind of creeped me out nga lang because she said that we'd never hear another sermon, never listen to our parents and friends as we did before. kewl. test of faith, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strictness is upon me again as i take the same prof as i did last term sa isang bagong subject. same fashion sense, same rules, same prof, different class, different term, different people. i think i know only jason, karla, and bia in this class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brrreak! didn't find gemmie, reg is sick, yana can't come, riz i don't care for, so only chunky came. mcdo was full, so was kfc, and pizza hut. wendy's was closed, kenny roger's was literally overflowing with people. we ended up in jollibee, haha! i miss chunky. i wish ma-complete na kami. minus the girl na mapagmataas nang sobra that she can't even talk to us anymore. gawd, i hate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of gay people (sa tv! haha!) we're back! he's happy that we're all in one class na. sir, kami din po, masaya't buo na ang mean girls. exciting, sira na naman lahat ng lakad this saturday dahil sa kanya. grr-ness talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extra extra:&lt;br /&gt;it's understandable for guys to insist on wearing branded clothes kasi technically, iisa lang style ng guys - the generally accepted is shirt, pants or shorts, sneaks or slippers, cap and shades optional. kaya they need branded, expensive clothes to up the bar on the style-o-meter. girls, on the other hand, are lucky to have the opposite as a fashion rule. it's better for girls to buy cheaper clothes kasi there are a lot of styles that girls can choose from: rugged, dressy, all girly (parang same lang 'yun ah), sporty. well, actually it's okay din if you want to buy expensive clothes as long as naiiba naman ang style. eh kamusta namang may kilala akong lagi ngang guess, lee, P&amp;amp;P ang tops, ang pants laging levi's, and jag pero ganun lang lagi get up niya. kaya saludo ako sa mga tipo ni madz, ni mich, nung kaklase ni pats sa quatech kasi they all dress in a really quirky way na laging napapalingon ang iba dahil kakaiba nga naman talaga. haha! kasi naman, mga ilong na tinubuan ng mukha tapos joker's smile pa. ugh. nakakakulo talaga ng dugo mhen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-4291442348608753233?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4291442348608753233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=4291442348608753233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/4291442348608753233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/4291442348608753233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/05/red-raging-comeback.html' title='red = raging comeback'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-6858738451044629254</id><published>2007-05-21T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T11:48:25.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mixiLog</title><content type='html'>it's weird. &lt;a href="http://linkinpark.com"&gt;linkin park&lt;/a&gt; is so different now. sure, familiar are the album artwork, the karton style of packaging the cd, and explaining the songs they wrote. but gone were the "creative" song titles that make you think where the hell they got those. the super ingay and rough growling of chester bennington had been replaced by soft melodies and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actual crooning&lt;/span&gt; by the lead vocalist. it was freaky to hear chester sing for real. some songs in the new album is actually pop-ish. gag me. i wonder how the sales would go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since we're on the topic of bands.. the new vid ng chicosci, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vFuIk-3gwjk"&gt;CVSC&lt;/a&gt;, is really short. haha! nakakabitin, kulang ang miggy shots. nakakakilabot din when the crowd sang "we'll take on all the ends of the world". literally nakakakilabot. kailan naman kaya ako madidismaya sa koskee? hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read my past entries and i think i've mostly been blogging for the sake of blogging and not updating people about my life anymore. kasi naman, SKP plus tito's endless trips to everywhere had been draining me. sa pasukan, i might be back. either that or i shut this down. X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-6858738451044629254?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6858738451044629254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=6858738451044629254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/6858738451044629254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/6858738451044629254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/05/mixilog.html' title='mixiLog'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-8678920466628227899</id><published>2007-05-14T09:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:27:26.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my non-birthday Ü</title><content type='html'>i've been 19 for almost 2 days na. i didn't celebrate it. i didn't even have cake. non-birthday nga 'di ba? pero masaya din pala 'yun. ganito kasi 'yun: may 12 was nueva ecija day. nueva ecija is the home of the sevilla branch of our family and most ng people there are older than me. i didn't want my sisters to be telling them about my birthday because NE day = reunion day. kasama kasi namin 'yung tito kong from the US and my tita na from HK. ngayon lang sila nagkasabay umuwi sa 'pinas at dumalaw sa NE. i didn't want na the NE people would make a fuss over me pa dahil lang birthday ko and ma-divide pa yung attention between me and the bakasyonistas. so when burth looked pointedly at me, silently asking if she would announce my birthday that day, i smiled, raised an eyebrow and looked away. two days in NE and i realize that celebrations for a family gathering can be better than birthday celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakatawa dad ko, tito, at tita. may incident kasing nangyari tapos nag-iyakan sila. naalala ko tuloy si ate roxie, asking if bing, shark, and i ever fight. naalala ko dati na si shark laging bugbog sa 'kin. ngayon siya na 'ata pinakamataray sa 'min, haha! wala, matanda na, lumalaban na din eh. =P pero natutuwa talaga ako whenever naiisip ko 'yung difference that time made sa relationship ko with my sisters. minsan nga, when we talk, we ask if we would ever fight to the point na magtatakwilan na kami pagtanda. sana 'wag, ang lungkot naman nun 'no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero hindi pala sisterhood dapat kinekwento ko. haha! back to may 12. nakakatawa kasi sa lugar kung nasaan ako, walang nakakaalam that it was my birthday except for my dad, sisters, tito, and two titas - lahat ng kasama ko from manila. mga taga-NE totally no idea. what they were most worried about was whether we were eating enough. grabe pagkain dun, parang 'di nauubos! they kept offering us food and since it's rude to make tanggi lalo na at minsan lang kami pumunta dun, we bit into everything. please, do not be surprised pagpasok ko uli sa la salle ha? anyway, kung sa physical world ko dun ay walang may alam about may 12, sa SMS world naman ay ang daming nakaalala! pati yung mga 'di ko gaanong close eh nambati! pati si ex nambati, haha! 'yung isa kong friend, ang gift ba naman sa 'kin, number ni miggy chavez! he replies daw and he's nicer than people would think. eh ano naman sasabihin ko dun?! tsk. ang entres mates ko nga lang kinalimutan na ako with the exception of &lt;a href="http://jopwitee.blogspot.com/"&gt;jOn&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://bluebloodedchic.blogspot.com/"&gt;yeL&lt;/a&gt;. drama! haha! whoo! love you girls! (which reminds me na hindi ko pa rin nagagawa part ko sa paper natin! linds is going to kill me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more surprising were the people who greeted online. first sa multiply, some unknown guy signed sa guestbook ko then a not-so-close friend greeted din. then some almost-forgotten friends PM'ed me, kakaiba talaga! sa friendster naman, dumami comments ko dahil sa mga nag-greet. de leche nga lang ang date and time system ng friendster, yung iba tuloy mukhang may 11 nag-greet when in fact, may 12 na sa 'pinas. still, nakakataba ng puso na nag-effort pa sila mag-greet kahit 'yung iba 'di ko pa gaanong close. si jxe nga pala adik adik kung bumati, tatlo tatlo! ang haba tuloy ng thank you speech ko sa kanila, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/RkfSZbzS71I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Jhh7WjFFCtY/s1600-h/100_6373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/RkfSZbzS71I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Jhh7WjFFCtY/s200/100_6373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064247640402882386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as for the gifts, homemade rocked this year! my lil sis made the cutest pic holder. she made five papier-maché blocks and spelled out my nick there. then sa taas ng blocks, she placed clips where pics could be held. cuuute! then my twin made me a boxful of hearts and stars. tapos kasama ng almost 700 stars eh keychains na related sa akin. at may lightning mcqueen pa akong, nyahaha! si pao may ginawa din daw pero hindi pa rin niya nadadala, boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/RkfR_7zS70I/AAAAAAAAAA0/KvEfItlwr78/s1600-h/100_6367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/RkfR_7zS70I/AAAAAAAAAA0/KvEfItlwr78/s200/100_6367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064247202316218178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"everything is so much more special when you don't expect. and sometimes, when you don't plan na rin." - words from the 19-year old na mukha daw 15. yesss! i love mil's dad na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/RkfP9LzS7yI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kFlot26inZo/s1600-h/100_6448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/RkfP9LzS7yI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kFlot26inZo/s200/100_6448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064244956048322338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;by the way, today's may 14, national and local elections day. let's GO to our respective precincts and take part, okay? remember that your one vote can really make a difference. basta 'wag lang papasuhol, hehe! let's GO vote today! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/RkfPXbzS7xI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lw2s7QI8Bew/s1600-h/100_6453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/RkfPXbzS7xI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lw2s7QI8Bew/s200/100_6453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064244307508260626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;indelible ink ba? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-8678920466628227899?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8678920466628227899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=8678920466628227899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/8678920466628227899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/8678920466628227899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-non-birthday.html' title='my non-birthday Ü'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNJyG5V3krw/RkfSZbzS71I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Jhh7WjFFCtY/s72-c/100_6373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21384892.post-302379440825064790</id><published>2007-05-04T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T14:34:19.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the we ♥ kiddies cLub</title><content type='html'>i remember the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we ♥ kids club&lt;/span&gt; from the days when i was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the baby-sitters club&lt;/span&gt; reader. just like baby-sitters, you can't choose the kids that you'll be taking care of or, more specifically in our case, teaching. as of today, we are officially done with three weeks of the SKP and this means that we have another three weeks to go na lang. the first two weeks was hell, parang laging high blood sa mga bata. then i noticed the past two days na parang kahit makulit ang kids, go with the flow lang. plus, it's easier na sawayin sila. kaming teachers, hindi na madaling mag-snap then ang kids, makulit but most 'pag sinaway, sobra na ang tatlo. haha! improvement 'yun, believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKP also became a way to bond with friends who are leaving and churchmates na medyo ngayon ko lang nakilala. jet, mil, kevz, vin are all leaving na and i'm going to miss them all. kaya naman as much as possible (with the exception ni vin), they try na nasa SKP sila everyday. then si em, si christian, si regine, nakakausap ko na rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's so fun about SKP?&lt;br /&gt;a. nasa africa kami (feeling namin) na may electric fans&lt;br /&gt;b. the kids always make palibre. tapos siyempre hindi lahat mabibilhan. don't worry, when we  make promises, we don't break them. so remind me na i have to libre pia, aeca, and kalbo on monday ng ice candy.&lt;br /&gt;c. recess is about letting kids run around causing so much dust to fly and worsening my skin allergies.&lt;br /&gt;d. class hours is about helping kids write, hearing their sumbongs, breaking up fights, asking your fave kids to kiss you.&lt;br /&gt;e. oh, and the three or more hours the kids spend with each other means that may asaran na about their crushes. yes, may guy nga (ViNCE!) singing kanina to the tune of the campaign jingle ni pia cayetano dati na "pia pia pia, i love you!" hanep ano? and his bestie sa class, si arvin, also likes pia. love triangle complications in the making?&lt;br /&gt;f. when writing activities are over, and whenever they 'behave', expect that you (if you're a teacher) would be surrounded by kids wanting to get tatak kasi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very good&lt;/span&gt; daw sila.&lt;br /&gt;g. madaling bolahin ang mga bata.&lt;br /&gt;h. ang mga babaeng teachers, hindi hinaharass ng mga bata unless they want to make palibre, patatak, or pahiram ng pamaypay.&lt;br /&gt;i. ang mga lalaking teachers, nahaharass dahil laging nabubugbog at nagbubuhat ng mga bata. as in laro ha, hindi buhat to make them sit. but they enjoy the rough play so hinahayaan na namin sila.&lt;br /&gt;j. free food. haha! yes, walang bayad ang teachers pero may food. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for sure, mamimiss ko na naman SKP 'pag natapos na 'to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21384892-302379440825064790?l=chinitocrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/302379440825064790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21384892&amp;postID=302379440825064790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/302379440825064790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21384892/posts/default/302379440825064790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinitocrazy.blogspot.com/2007/05/we-kiddies-club.html' title='the we ♥ kiddies cLub'/><author><name>chingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928134544468087893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i271/chingytotters/DSC01769.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
