<?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-8541560</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:02:53.381+08:00</updated><category term='soul mates'/><category term='soul mate'/><category term='heart and mind'/><category term='avril lavigne'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='reflection'/><category term='secondhand serenade..:p'/><category term='crush'/><category term='politics'/><category term='footprints'/><category term='boys'/><category term='bloomfields'/><category term='rocky collado'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='love'/><category term='soundtrip2'/><category term='college life'/><title type='text'>CRAZEYTIN'S ORB</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-5283104157876667611</id><published>2007-11-07T04:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T05:26:58.440+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>something new</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never really thought of entering politics in my entire life and I really don’t know what came into me when I said “yes” for an answer when they invited me to run for SK kagawad. The idea surprised me, that is maybe why I gave a hasty and sloppy answer. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My experience made me realize that politics is something that must be taken seriously. It ain’t easy campaigning and introducing yourself to people you don’t even know - waving and smiling to them, saying ‘hi!’ and delivering a speech in our own dialect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This experience was something new for me. I normally don’t go out in the neighborhood and mingle with the people around here. I don’t even buy something from the store nearby; I usually asked my brother or someone to do that for me. But since the campaign period started, I have to make myself known to the public. I started going out of the house and be out in the open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were lots of ‘firsts’ that I encountered. I was forced to play guitar in front of a crowd (I am an amateur guitarist). While I was playing, the vocalists (my co-kagawad and our chairman) went out of tune which made me turn my back while playing.*shyface* I delivered a speech in visayan and it was so funny, I talked so fast as if time was after me. *hahahahaha!* I also had to memorize a number of dance steps for three dance numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say my self confidence went up a notch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about this whole experience was the wonderful people I met and befriended with. I have learned a lot of things from them and they helped me in many ways. I have discovered new things about myself which helped me grow as an individual. This experience made me realize that I have a role in the community and as a youth, I am part of building a strong and peaceful community and that I have the right to speak out and be heard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I did not win, at least I fought the battle cleanly, fairly and honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8541560-5283104157876667611?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/5283104157876667611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=5283104157876667611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/5283104157876667611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/5283104157876667611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2007/11/something-new.html' title='something new'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-163586199296641276</id><published>2007-08-30T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T20:33:02.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When someone is in your life for a &lt;strong&gt;REASON&lt;/strong&gt;, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;Some people come into your life for a &lt;strong&gt;SEASON,&lt;/strong&gt; because your turn has come to share, grow or learn. They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it, it is real. But only for a season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFETIME&lt;/strong&gt; relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a part of my life, whether you were a reason, a season or a lifetime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is a chain message that i received in friendster.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-163586199296641276?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/163586199296641276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=163586199296641276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/163586199296641276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/163586199296641276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2007/08/people-come-into-your-life-for-reason.html' title='People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime.'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-6303684742452966410</id><published>2007-08-22T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T18:01:26.709+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>soundtrip 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YfX4kRSQhGM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YfX4kRSQhGM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO MUCH LOVE-rocket summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hats need a beat, like awake needs asleep&lt;br /&gt;Like a pen needs a page, to learn right you need a mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearts need a mind, like a clock needs the time&lt;br /&gt;Like white needs black, if you leave I hope you need to come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I swear, I know, I believe it&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I can't stop hearing all the singing&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my soul has never had this feeling&lt;br /&gt;and it feels like gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got so much love in you&lt;br /&gt;You got so much love in you&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed that I'm talkin' to you&lt;br /&gt;You look like the songs that I've heard my whole life coming true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike all the bells, hit 'em hard make 'em all yell&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate, infatuate, lock us up yeah incarcerate oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I swear, I know, I believe it&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I can't stop hearing all the singing&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my soul has never had this feeling&lt;br /&gt;and it feels like so, so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much love in you&lt;br /&gt;You got so much love in you&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed that I'm talkin' to you&lt;br /&gt;You look like the songs that I've heard my whole life coming true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got so much love in you&lt;br /&gt;You got so much love in you&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed that I'm talkin' to you&lt;br /&gt;You look like the songs oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, oh, c'mon, yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got so much love in you&lt;br /&gt;You got so much love in you&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed that I'm talkin' to you&lt;br /&gt;You look like the songs that I've heard my whole life coming true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got so much love in you&lt;br /&gt;You got so much love in you&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed that I'm talkin' to you&lt;br /&gt;You look like the songs oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-6303684742452966410?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/6303684742452966410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=6303684742452966410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/6303684742452966410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/6303684742452966410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2007/08/soundtrip-3.html' title='soundtrip 3'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-3141052972567181325</id><published>2007-08-14T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T17:02:11.334+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soundtrip2'/><title type='text'>soundtrip part two</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vWX_OAcFjK8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for a nicer video click this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2PWfB4lurT4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2PWfB4lurT4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUBBLY-Colbie Caillat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've been awake for a while now&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like a child now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every time I see your bubbly face&lt;br /&gt;I get the tinglies in a silly place&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It starts in my toes&lt;br /&gt;Makes me crinkle my nose&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it goes&lt;br /&gt;I always know&lt;br /&gt;That you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Please stay for a while now&lt;br /&gt;Just take your timeWherever you go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The rain is falling on my window pane&lt;br /&gt;But we are hiding in a safer place&lt;br /&gt;Under covers staying safe and warm&lt;br /&gt;You give me feelings that I adore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It starts in my toes&lt;br /&gt;Make me crinkle my nose&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it goes&lt;br /&gt;I always know&lt;br /&gt;That you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Please stay for a while now&lt;br /&gt;Just take your time&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What am I going to say&lt;br /&gt;When you make me feel this way&lt;br /&gt;I just mmmmm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And it starts in my toes&lt;br /&gt;Makes me crinkle my nose&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it goes&lt;br /&gt;I always know&lt;br /&gt;That you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Please stay for a while now&lt;br /&gt;Just take your time&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've been asleep for a while now&lt;br /&gt;You tuck me in just like a child now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every time you hold me in your arms&lt;br /&gt;I'm comfortable enough to feel your warmth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And it stats in my soul&lt;br /&gt;And I lose all control&lt;br /&gt;When you kiss my nose&lt;br /&gt;The feeling shows&lt;br /&gt;'cause you make me smile baby&lt;br /&gt;Just take your time now&lt;br /&gt;Holdin' me tight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wherever wherever wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;Wherever wherever wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;I always know&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Even just for a while&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the last song ever-secondhand serenade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S5_qx0gGTZM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UY3Il9_4AU8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vulnerable-secondhand serenade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Share with me the blankets that your wrapped in&lt;br /&gt;because its cold outside cold outside its cold out side&lt;br /&gt;share with me the secrets that you kept in&lt;br /&gt;because its cold inside cold inside its cold inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and your slowly shaking finger tips&lt;br /&gt;show that your scared like me so&lt;br /&gt;lets pretend were alone&lt;br /&gt;and I no you may be scared&lt;br /&gt;and I no were unprepared&lt;br /&gt;but I don’t care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me tell me&lt;br /&gt;what makes you think that you are invincible&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes that your so sure&lt;br /&gt;please don’t tell me that I am the only one that’s vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born to tell you I love you&lt;br /&gt;isnt that a song already&lt;br /&gt;I get a B in originality&lt;br /&gt;and its true I cant go on without you&lt;br /&gt;your smile makes me see clearer&lt;br /&gt;if you could only see in the mirror what I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and your slowly shaking finger tips&lt;br /&gt;show that your scared like me so&lt;br /&gt;lets pretend were alone&lt;br /&gt;and I no you may be scared&lt;br /&gt;and I no were unprepared&lt;br /&gt;but I don’t care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me tell me&lt;br /&gt;what makes you think that you are invincible&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes that your so sure&lt;br /&gt;please don’t tell me that I am the only one that’s vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slow down girl your not going any wear&lt;br /&gt;just wait around and see&lt;br /&gt;maybe I am much more you never no what lies ahead&lt;br /&gt;I promise I can be anyone I can be anything&lt;br /&gt;just because you were hurt doesn’t mean you shouldn’t bleed&lt;br /&gt;I can be anyone anything I promise I can be what you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me tell me&lt;br /&gt;what makes you think that you are invincible&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes that your so sure&lt;br /&gt;please don’t tell me that I am the only one that’s vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;impossible&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-3141052972567181325?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/3141052972567181325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=3141052972567181325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/3141052972567181325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/3141052972567181325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2007/08/soundtrip-part-two.html' title='soundtrip part two'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-1171115472705793189</id><published>2007-08-08T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T21:39:53.589+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secondhand serenade..:p'/><title type='text'>soundtrip: your call by secondhand serenade</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0rgInHvW8Ic" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* i have this new found friend named jafe alyssa who is so into emo music...&lt;em&gt;tan-awa natakdan pud q..hehehe...:p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your call by secondhand serenade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for your call, I'm sick, call, I'm angry,&lt;br /&gt;call, I'm desperate for your voice&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the song we used to sing&lt;br /&gt;In the car, do you remember?&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly, early Summer&lt;br /&gt;It's playing on repeat, just like when we would meet&lt;br /&gt;Like when we would meet&lt;br /&gt;I was born to tell you I love you&lt;br /&gt;And I am torn to do what I have to&lt;br /&gt;To make you mine, stay with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stripped and polished, I am new, I am fresh,&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling so ambitious, you and me, flesh to flesh&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every breath that you will take&lt;br /&gt;when you are sitting next to me,&lt;br /&gt;will bring life into my deepest hopes, what's your fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;What's your...?&lt;br /&gt;[what's your...? what's your...?]&lt;br /&gt;What's your...?&lt;br /&gt;I was born to tell you I love you&lt;br /&gt;And I am torn to do what I have to&lt;br /&gt;To make you mine, stay with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tired of being all alone, and&lt;br /&gt;this solitary moment makes me want to come back home x4&lt;br /&gt;[I know that everything you wanted was yours]&lt;br /&gt;I was born to tell you I love you&lt;br /&gt;And I am torn to do what I have to&lt;br /&gt;And I was born to tell you I love you&lt;br /&gt;[I know that everything you wanted was yours]&lt;br /&gt;And I am torn to do what I have to&lt;br /&gt;I know that everything you wanted was yours]&lt;br /&gt;To make you mine, stay with me tonight&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-1171115472705793189?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/1171115472705793189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=1171115472705793189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/1171115472705793189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/1171115472705793189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2007/08/soundtrip-your-call-by-secondhand.html' title='soundtrip: your call by secondhand serenade'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-8299880114716872639</id><published>2007-08-02T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T06:19:15.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><title type='text'>my boyfriends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i would never forget the date February 14, 2007 for it was my first valentine's day that i cried. i cried not because my date did not show up or because my crush did not noticed me. i cried because the 17 taegon boys were so sweet that day. i thank God for He gave me &lt;em&gt;"loko"&lt;/em&gt; yet loving and caring taegon boyfriends &lt;em&gt;=p.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's no surprise for me to tell that i am now surrounded with more boys. in fact, the number has doubled and i'm still getting to know them better. they also love to play computer games every free time and they are also as &lt;em&gt;"loko and kalog"&lt;/em&gt; as the taegon boys but in my heart, no matter how many boys will come, the 17 taegon boys will always have a very special room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you guys! i miss you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;***go to this site because the song is very nice: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UY3Il9_4AU8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UY3Il9_4AU8&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay - The Scientist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come up to meet ya, tell you I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You don't know how lovely you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had to find you, tell you I need ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And tell you I set you apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me your secrets, and nurse me your questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh lets go back to the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Running in circles, coming in tails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heads on a science apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's such a shame for us to part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No one ever said it would be this hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh take me back to the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was just guessing at numbers and figures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pulling the puzzles apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Questions of science, science and progress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do not speak as loud as my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And tell me you love me, come back and haunt me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I rush to the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Running in circles, chasing tails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Coming back as we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's such a shame for us to part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No one ever said it would be so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm going back to the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooohhhhhhh [x4]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&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/8541560-8299880114716872639?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/8299880114716872639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=8299880114716872639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/8299880114716872639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/8299880114716872639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-boyfriends.html' title='my boyfriends.'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-5885754612517403899</id><published>2007-07-24T05:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T05:26:14.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><title type='text'>i am happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the drama is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's nice to know that everything is clear right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it feels good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-5885754612517403899?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/5885754612517403899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=5885754612517403899' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/5885754612517403899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/5885754612517403899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-happy.html' title='i am happy.'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-6419210329415265517</id><published>2007-07-20T06:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T06:30:18.271+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avril lavigne'/><title type='text'>oh boys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yes. boys are very confusing and i hate it when they are like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;samok!!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't want to judge him but it is what i see and probably feel. i don't know there is this battle within. the battle of the heart and mind. i hate it because i dont understand why am i feeling this way. is it because i like him? i don't know. i've asked a lot of boy friends and i hear different answers which makes it more confusing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mabuang nako!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when can you say if a boy likes a girl??? tell me. please!&lt;br /&gt;if only i can read his mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;====&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KEEP HOLDING ON - avril lavigne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Verse1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're not alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Together we stand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll be by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll take your hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When it gets cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it feels like the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Theres no place to go you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wont give in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No I wont give in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know we'll make it through,&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;Just stay strong&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know i'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can say,&lt;br /&gt;nothing you can do&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;So keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Verse2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;Before it's too late this could all disapear&lt;br /&gt;Before the doors close, this comes to an end&lt;br /&gt;But with you by my side&lt;br /&gt;I will fight and defend&lt;br /&gt;I'll fight and defend yeah yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*back to chorus*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bridge:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Hear me when I say, when I say&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;Nothings gonna change,&lt;br /&gt;nothings gonna change destiny&lt;br /&gt;What ever is ment to be&lt;br /&gt;Will work out perfectly yeah yeah yeah yeahladadadadada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*back to chorus*&lt;/span&gt;&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/8541560-6419210329415265517?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/6419210329415265517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=6419210329415265517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/6419210329415265517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/6419210329415265517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-boys.html' title='oh boys.'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-6075592157467365282</id><published>2007-07-16T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T22:16:18.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart and mind'/><title type='text'>so much for love???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/Rpt9G0y4ODI/AAAAAAAAABI/POF36tThFhY/s1600-h/lovepost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087797760249837618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/Rpt9G0y4ODI/AAAAAAAAABI/POF36tThFhY/s400/lovepost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heart &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;VS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Generally speaking, girls are more on the heart side. However, for me I believe that things must be put in balance. If a person focuses more on one side it will cause so much pain. For example, if one focuses more on the mind side, tendency is one neglects his capacity to feel that sometimes he hurts others thus, hurting himself. On the contrary, if one gives more importance on the heart side, one has the tendency to expect too much and if his expectations will not be meet; the more painful it will be on his part.&lt;br /&gt;        Putting things in the correct place is indeed the key for one to attain happiness. The use of the mind and heart depends on the situation. There are situation wherein the heart is needed and same goes for the mind as well. Yes, it may be hard to know when and what to use on a certain situation but at the end of the day, one has to make a choice and be ready for the consequences that may come along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What was I thinking???&lt;br /&gt;Why??? What???!!!&lt;br /&gt;Why did I expect too much?&lt;br /&gt;Wait! I did not.&lt;br /&gt;Well, perhaps a little...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah he was just being nice to me&lt;br /&gt;and I was correct for thinking that way.&lt;br /&gt;Not now…maybe next time…&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, maybe He just wants me&lt;br /&gt;to focus on my studies first.&lt;br /&gt;What I saw was a sign or maybe&lt;br /&gt;a warning…perhaps a reminder.&lt;br /&gt;But still, it hurts. Very much…I thought…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:’(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-6075592157467365282?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/6075592157467365282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=6075592157467365282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/6075592157467365282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/6075592157467365282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-much-for-love.html' title='so much for love???'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/Rpt9G0y4ODI/AAAAAAAAABI/POF36tThFhY/s72-c/lovepost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-8918347927914511210</id><published>2007-07-01T06:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T06:49:54.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>chitchat time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is my English assignment. I need your comments guys because it is part of the assignment. You can write even negative comments. It’s up to you. Tell me if my work really reflects the person that I am.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/RobcpnFMtFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0Z80VmU8xOo/s1600-h/banner+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081991836957717586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/RobcpnFMtFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0Z80VmU8xOo/s400/banner+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mission statement&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     We are steward of God's creation therefore we are responsible of taking care of all the wonderful creation that we have in the world through love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     As a creation of God, it is rightful that I put God in the center of my life and be a good Christian.&lt;br /&gt;     As a social being who relate with others, I must share the things that I have with others and do the best that I can to help them in their times of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;     As a student and a daughter, it is my duty and responsibility to perform MAGIS, to study harder and make my parents very proud and happy by presenting to them my diploma five years from now.&lt;br /&gt;     In conclusion, I will live by my belief that God is always with us and that there will always be something good that will happen even though life is sometimes complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXPLANATION:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*blue color – loyalty and truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;· Aside from the fact that it is my favorite color, it reflects me as a loyal and truthful friend, daughter and Christian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*white color, dove, fleur de lis – peace and serenity/purity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· It shows that I am a peaceful person who wants to have a quite life yet colorful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*anchor – hope and religious steadfastness/firmness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· I am a hopeful person. I view things in a positive way because I believe that everything happens for a reason and we must learn to accept things the way it should be for us to become satisfied. I also have a strong faith on God for he has always been there for me through my ups and downs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*cross-God as the center of my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* * * * *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COLLEGE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College is a new world and a new life. The first three weeks of school were not bad. On the first week, almost all the professors did not showed up. It was a free week but during the first few days, I was so alone. I have block mates who are from xuhs but we hardly even talk nor greet one another. But it was just at the start, after 2 days, I was able to meet new friends namely, Jafe, Monirih, Vic, Jay and Jared. On the second week, professors already showed up. The xuhs people became my friends already. Classes started and we had quizzes and oral recitations. On the third week, we already started wearing our uniforms. I don’t look good wearing our uniform and my ankle got a cut because I’m not used to wearing high heels. It was really painful that I have to endure it because my first class is on the 6th floor of the STC building. huhuhuhu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belonging in the engineering department, it is no surprise if we are just six girls in our block. The rest are boys and it would have been better if they were cuties but they’re not-- too bad or as what Jafe would say, “how sad.. :c”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m proud I was able to get 26 for push-ups during our pre-test in PE but I was not sure if I really got the correct way of doing it but our teacher was there when I did it and she did not even call my attention to correct me so I guess it was correct -- hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HISTORY TEACHER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History is not boring but the teacher is making it boring. My teacher reminds me of Mr. Gomez in terms of the tone of his voice that drains my energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CUTIES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a cute classmate in English. He is from Kong Hua School but he already has a girlfriend — how sad! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;this is all for now.. :D&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/8541560-8918347927914511210?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/8918347927914511210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=8918347927914511210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/8918347927914511210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/8918347927914511210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2007/07/chitchat-time.html' title='chitchat time'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/RobcpnFMtFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0Z80VmU8xOo/s72-c/banner+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-4372187373087012894</id><published>2007-05-26T06:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T06:40:34.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul mates'/><title type='text'>14 signs of your soul mate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In connection with what i've posted about soul mates... :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;14. You argue and fight with them, but still can't get them out of your mind...&lt;br /&gt;13. When you're on the phone with them late at night and they hang up but you miss them already when it was just five minutes ago...&lt;br /&gt;12. You read their texts over and over again...&lt;br /&gt;11. You walk really slow when you're with them...&lt;br /&gt;10. You feel shy whenever you're with them...&lt;br /&gt;9. When you think about them, your heart beats faster and faster...&lt;br /&gt;8. You smile when you hear their voice...&lt;br /&gt;7. When you look at them, you can't see the other people around you... all you see is him/her...&lt;br /&gt;6. You start listening to slow songs,while thinking of them...&lt;br /&gt;5. They become all you think about...&lt;br /&gt;4. You get high just from their scent and their kiss...&lt;br /&gt;3. You realize that you're always smiling to yourself when you think about them...&lt;br /&gt;2. You would do anything for them...&lt;br /&gt;1. While reading this, there was one person on your mind the whole time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;got this one in friendster posted by princess astrid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-4372187373087012894?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/4372187373087012894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=4372187373087012894' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/4372187373087012894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/4372187373087012894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2007/05/14-signs-of-your-soul-mate.html' title='14 signs of your soul mate'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-8515878272766811664</id><published>2007-05-24T06:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T06:44:36.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul mate'/><title type='text'>SOUL MATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;“I already have a soul mate.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;You’ve read it right. I already have one. I know it may sound childish but it’s true. I found him 2 months ago. We are very good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks after, I watched “Maalaala mo Kaya” which was starred by Mariel Rodriguez, one of Wowowee’s hosts whom I admire because of her sexiness and beauty (no more. no less.). I intentionally watched the episode because I was intrigued by her acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, the episode was about two completely different people who were at first the best of enemies and eventually found themselves as soul mates. It was a deeply moving story for me. I cried…I’ve learned that your soul mate might not be your soul mate at all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused? Well, it’s like this: let’s say you already found your soul mate, your one and only. But then the story does not just ends there. Both of you must do everything to connect the dots…to make ends meet…to make that tiny spark of light shine brighter…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are just contented of knowing who your soul mate is, then it’s not worth it. At the end of the day it’s your decision that counts. It’s a prerogative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people may find their soul mate in a queer way such as wearing the same color of shirts or having something in common. But you’ll never know that this simple and funny act might be a start of something…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of my story, it’s mine to keep. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-8515878272766811664?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/8515878272766811664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=8515878272766811664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/8515878272766811664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/8515878272766811664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2007/05/soul-mate.html' title='SOUL MATE'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-2258017149978392776</id><published>2007-05-24T06:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T06:05:08.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='footprints'/><title type='text'>A REFLECTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now is the perfect time to enjoy the beach, have fun under the sun and wear those tankinis, shorts, swimsuit and bikinis that you’ve been dying to wear to expose the product of your diet and gym sessions. Sounds fun right? Well, I’ve done a lot of fun things under the sun this summer. I went snorkeling, fish feeding, dolphin and jellyfish watching, kayaking, swimming, island hopping, shopping for pasalubong, as in a total vacation!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this summer also, my sister got this book entitled “Footprints for Teens” inspired by the poem “Footprints” by Margaret Fishback Powers. I haven’t read the entire book yet. I just went scanning the pages and reading some catchy lines. The book will help you reflect on many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess summer is not just about having fun. It’s also a time for reflection after 10 months of schoolwork. I would like to share the poem which can also be found in the book. Hopefully, it will make you reflect too. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Footprints&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night I dreamed a dream.&lt;br /&gt;I was walking along the beach with my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Across the dark sky flashed scenes from my life.&lt;br /&gt;For each scene, I noticed two sets of footprints&lt;br /&gt;In the sand,&lt;br /&gt;one belonging to me and one to my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;When the last scene of my life shot before me&lt;br /&gt;I looked back at the footprints in the sand&lt;br /&gt;and to my surprise,&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that many times along the path of my life&lt;br /&gt;there was only one set of footprints.&lt;br /&gt;I realized that this was at the lowest&lt;br /&gt;and saddest times of my life.&lt;br /&gt;This always bothered me&lt;br /&gt;and I questioned the Lord about my dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;“Lord, you told me when I decided to follow You,&lt;br /&gt;You would walk and talk with me all the way.&lt;br /&gt;But I’m aware that during the most troublesome&lt;br /&gt;times of my life there is only one set of footprints.&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t understand why, when I needed You most,&lt;br /&gt;You leave me.”&lt;br /&gt;He whispered, “My precious child,&lt;br /&gt;I love you and will never leave you&lt;br /&gt;never, ever, during your trials and testings.&lt;br /&gt;When you saw only one set of footprints&lt;br /&gt;it was then that I carried you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-2258017149978392776?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/2258017149978392776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=2258017149978392776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/2258017149978392776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/2258017149978392776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2007/05/reflection.html' title='A REFLECTION'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-3521626657104229303</id><published>2007-05-23T06:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T06:06:39.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rocky collado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloomfields'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><title type='text'>my new crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/rocky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-3521626657104229303?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/3521626657104229303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=3521626657104229303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/3521626657104229303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/3521626657104229303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-new-crush.html' title='my new crush'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-6189281669215292862</id><published>2006-12-02T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T06:55:29.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teachers: assignments.projects. . . . students: watever.</title><content type='html'>Should i say wee! Or huuuuraahh! because we had a week of vacation? And should i say thanks for the JIG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah partly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say i love vacations and i want to thank the JIG organizers for choosing our school to be the host for the first ever Jesuit Invitational Game. But it is expected that teachers will take this opportunity to flood us with assignments and projects. It’s sad to say that our vacation turns out to be a hell week. *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhuhuhuhu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Taegon! I'm so excited for our retreat. I really can't wait. My palancas are almost ready. I really worked hard for it. Hope you guys will like them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of me and my LC partner Carl Chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/RXD7rm_W2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/RlP1qUPomiU/s1600-h/100_0685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/RXD7rm_W2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/RlP1qUPomiU/s200/100_0685.JPG" border="1" bordercolor="black" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5003775912627853682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-6189281669215292862?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/6189281669215292862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=6189281669215292862' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/6189281669215292862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/6189281669215292862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/12/assignmentsprojectswatever.html' title='teachers: assignments.projects. . . . students: watever.'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/RXD7rm_W2XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/RlP1qUPomiU/s72-c/100_0685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-9179359624761103760</id><published>2006-11-23T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T17:40:07.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i found a time</title><content type='html'>this is just a very short post. we've been very busy this past few days and i'll be busier this upcoming days. so maybe i'll try to find time to post some short post?! anyway, just would like to share this song (again!?) by Callalily...Take my Hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/12OqisP3hF4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/12OqisP3hF4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-9179359624761103760?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/9179359624761103760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=9179359624761103760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/9179359624761103760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/9179359624761103760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-found-time.html' title='i found a time'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-116038719745855209</id><published>2006-10-09T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T05:18:17.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sway with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lZEqi8rbkqE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;****the power of photoshop****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/eyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-116038719745855209?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/116038719745855209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=116038719745855209' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/116038719745855209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/116038719745855209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/10/sway-with-me.html' title='sway with me.'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-115963491642813074</id><published>2006-09-30T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T00:48:36.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Through</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I better get things going, but before doing so let me have a brief recap of things that had happened this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***I got moi CSAT result....*drumrolls*....i got a percentile rank of...*ten-tededen*... 90 . Yippee! not bad. My highest was Math followed by Inductive Reasoning then English and Science. I really did so bad in Science. My performance was just average. But i don't have plans taking up nursing anyway. So, the matter is settled.          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Physics is making me nuts. I dont get the point of "why bother looking for the tension, weight, force and the motion of an object?" Like hello????!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***I dunno if it is because of physics why I'm having this headaches every morning and why my back is aching. I had my check-up last saturday and it's good to know that i'm not yet scoliotic and i hope it will never happen. The doctor said it's just muscular pain perhaps due to my lifestyle. He prescribed medicine and asked me to go back this coming Oct 7. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;***I'm so lazy lately that i forget things and disappoint people (sorry!) :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* * * * * *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love OPM songs and bands. But not all. I like this song by Yeng Constantino of Pinoy Drean Academy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hawak Kamay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeng Constantino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Minsan madarama mo kay bigat ng problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Minsan mahihirapan ka at masasabi di ko na kaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tumingin ka lang sa langit,baka sakaling may masumpungan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kundi kaya ako'y tawagin, malalaman mong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kahit kailan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hawak kamay! di kita iiwan sa paglalakbay! dito sa mundong walang katiyakan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hawak kamay di kita bibitawan sa paglalakbay sa mundo ng kawalan&lt;br /&gt;Minsan madarama mo ang mudo'y gumuguho sa ilalim ng yong mga paa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At ang agos ng problema'y nananalaytay&lt;br /&gt;Tumingin ka lang sa langit baka sakaling may masumpungan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kundi kaya ako'y tawagin, malalaman mong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kahit kailan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hawak kamy! di kita iiwan sa paglalakbay! dito sa mundong walang katiyakan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hawak kamay di kita bibitawan sa paglalakbay sa mundo ng kawalan&lt;br /&gt;Huwag mong sabihing nag-iisa ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Laging isiping may makakasama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Narito ako,narito ako!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hawak kamay! di kita iiwan sa paglalakbay! dito sa mundong walang katiyakan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hawak kamay di kita bibitawan sa paglalakbay sa mundo ng kawalan&lt;br /&gt;Hawak kamay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sa mundo ng kawalan. . . . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* * * * * *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ateneo Blue Eaglets won the championship of UAAP season 69. Unfortunately, the Ateneo Blue Eagles was not successful of winning the championship in todays game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with my papa. The UST growling tigers has a formula of very good,tall and intelligent players + thier coach--coach Pido (isdaspellingcorrect?) is a good motivator. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that the Ateneo players are not good and intelligent. They are also good players but not against the UST growling tigers. The one second miracle shot of Doug during the 1st game was because of luck. They were just very lucky that time. In todays game only JC Intal was aggressive of the Blue eagles though he was not the MVP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, most of the players of the growling tigers today did a very excellent job. I did not felt the spirit of the Ateneo players today. i feel like they did not give thier all in todays game. But i'll still cheer for the Ateneo Blue Eagles this coming monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tatah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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/8541560-115963491642813074?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/115963491642813074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=115963491642813074' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/115963491642813074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/115963491642813074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/09/running-through.html' title='Running Through'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-115824730674420258</id><published>2006-09-14T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T23:26:28.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JADED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/jadedcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/jadedcopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JADED. This word reminds me of the song Barenaked by Jennifer Love-Hewitt. It goes something like&lt;br /&gt;this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm getting jaded&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no i just can't take it anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'coz I'm barenaked...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm jaded. I feel so tired that is why I'm jaded. School is making me insane with all this quizzes, long tests, projects and assignments being given to us one after the other. This does not mean that I don't want to go to school anymore. Well, I'm about to but looking at it on the bright side, not going to school&lt;br /&gt;means an incomplete day because I would no longer see my crushes *ehehehe* :P. Well actually, it's just one of the reasons why...of course I believe that education is very important for it will give me a good future and it's the best gift ever a child could receive from her parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of successive activities, we just had 3 consecutive quizzes yesterday. Then we had 2 quizzes today. Tomorrow i think we are going to have 3. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is so so drained that I feel like I can't think properly anymore. The teachers are slowly murdering us until our flesh could endure no more by giving all these "deadlinestomeet" almost everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so jaded. I really miss chatting, bloghopping, watching TV, and of course sleeping for very long hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* * * * * *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for our retreat, intrams and semester break.&lt;br /&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/8541560-115824730674420258?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/115824730674420258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=115824730674420258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/115824730674420258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/115824730674420258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/09/jaded.html' title='JADED'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-115746156475320193</id><published>2006-09-05T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T05:18:59.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick-o</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i discovered that i am anemic. there was this time that i received a call out slip from the infirmary. it was clearly written on the remark box the word "check-up". i thought it was just like the usual annual medical check-up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i arrived at the infirmary, the doctor checked my eyes, asked me about my monthly period, and told me that i am so pale. i was shocked. she then prescribed me to take ferrous sulfate (iron thingy). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like the effect of the medicine. its making me a gourmand. i always look for something to eat like for every hour. last weekend, i really can't control myself. i really feel that my tummy is getting heavier and heavier. even though i've already eaten a lot but i still feel that i'm hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe months from now, i'm super fat already *please no!*. i just pray that it won't happen.&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/8541560-115746156475320193?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/115746156475320193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=115746156475320193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/115746156475320193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/115746156475320193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/09/sick-o.html' title='sick-o'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-115719243415794083</id><published>2006-09-02T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T03:34:34.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love music but music doesn't love me. :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Callalily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A picture of you reminds me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How the years have gone so lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why do you come and leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Without saying that you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm saying i love you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are you listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Open your eyes once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look at me crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If only you could hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shout your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If only you could feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The stars in the sky will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If only you were here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A picture of you reminds me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How the days have gone so empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why do you come and leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Without saying that you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm saying i love you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are you listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Open your eyes once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look at me crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If only you could hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shout your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If only you could feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The stars in the sky will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If only you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm saying i love you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are you listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Open your eyes once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look at me crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If only you could hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shout your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If only you could feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The stars in the sky will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If only i had wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So i can fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For all of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My love for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will never die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If only you could hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shout your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If only you could feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The stars in the sky will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If only you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(if only you were here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doo Bidoo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(kami Napo Muna Album)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kamikazee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doo bi doo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kapag nag-iisa’t kasama ang gitara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Basta’t dumarating na ang kanta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Awiting maaari ring kung may kasama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tambol mo ay butas na lata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sabayan ng sipol ang bawat pasada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Huminga ka ng malalim at sabay ang buga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kapag buo na’t handa na ang lahat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sabay-sabay ang pasok sa bagsak ng paa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heto na, heto na, heto na…wahhhhhhhhhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doo-bidoo-bi-doo, bidoo-bidoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doo-bidoo-bi-doo, bidoo-bidoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doo-bidoo-bi-doo, bidoo-ahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mahirap gumawa ng kantang makata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ang lalim na’y tugtugin at pananalita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At kapuna-puna na parang dambuhala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mga boses na nagpapaboses bata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Matataas ang tono tinig ay mahaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Binubulong sa hangin ang bawat salita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kapag naririnig mo ay nakakatuwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heto na, heto na, heto na…wahhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doo-bidoo-bi-doo, bidoo-bidoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doo-bidoo-bi-doo, bidoo-bidoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doo-bidoo-bi-doo, bidoo-ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doo-dubi doobi....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doo-dubi doobi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hindi naman kailangan boses mo’y maganda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Basta’t may konting tono madaling makanta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kung medyo sintunado ay hayaan mo na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ang nais lang ng tao ay ang konting saya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ihanda ang tropa at tambol na lata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kaskasin mo ng mabuti ang dalang gitara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kapag buo na’t handa na ang lahat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Huminga ka ng malalim at narito na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heto na, heto na, heto na…wahhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doo bi.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doo-bidoo-bi-doo, bidoo-bidoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doo-bidoo-bi-doo, bidoo-bidoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doo-bidoo-bi-doo, bidoo--ah 2x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;*** good thing Tiza is not a bloghopper or else she'll tease me for this.***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-115719243415794083?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/115719243415794083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=115719243415794083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/115719243415794083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/115719243415794083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-love-music-but-music-doesnt-love-me.html' title='i love music but music doesn&apos;t love me. :('/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-115659625452307380</id><published>2006-08-26T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T20:44:14.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It feels so right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i never felt this good since i entered XUHS. Though we just won second place sa sabayang pagbigkas but it feels so good knowing that MAJORITY of the crowd wanted us to win. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fr. Pen told us that it was an excellent performance. Fr. Jody and Fr. George (principal) told us that it was the best performance of the night.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; *ohlala* *ohmygosh*&lt;/span&gt; we were able to meet the standards of the Jesuits &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*weeee*.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/dolls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ibang level na pala kami. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* * * tinatamad ako mag-update. pilit maxado ang post na ito. pasensiya na ;P. at sorry kung late update maaga na kasi akong natutulog ngayon. * * *&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/8541560-115659625452307380?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/115659625452307380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=115659625452307380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/115659625452307380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/115659625452307380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/08/it-feels-so-right.html' title='It feels so right.'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-115611065191530876</id><published>2006-08-21T06:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T05:50:51.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERESTING CONVERSATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problemscience has with God, The Almighty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asks one of his new Christian students to stand and.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor    :    You are a Christian, aren't you, son?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Student       :    Yes, sir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof            :    So you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;Student       :    Absolutely, sir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof            :    Is God good?&lt;br /&gt;Student      :    Sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof            :    Is God all-powerful?&lt;br /&gt;Student     :    Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof            :     My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him.  Most  of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn't.  How is this God good then? Hmm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Student is silent.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof        : You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?&lt;br /&gt;Student    :Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof        :     Is Satan good?&lt;br /&gt;Student    :     No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof        : Where does Satan come from?&lt;br /&gt;Student     : From...God...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof    : That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything. Correct?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So who created evil?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Student does not answer.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness?All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;Student :Yes, sir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So, who created them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Student has no answer.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe theworld around you. Tell me, son...Have you ever seen God?&lt;br /&gt;Student: No, sir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Tell us if you have ever heard your God?&lt;br /&gt;Student : No , sir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;Student : No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yet you still believe in Him?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science saysyour GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Nothing. I only have my faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has.&lt;br /&gt;Student : Professor, is there such a thing as heat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Student : And is there such a thing as cold?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Student : No sir. There isn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, megaheat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don't have anything calledcold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can't goany further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a wordwe use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold.Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing asdarkness?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something.You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light....Butif you have no light constantly, you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn'tit? In reality, darkness isn't. If it were you would be able to make darknessdarker, wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So what is the point you are making, young man?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Flawed? Can you explain how?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sir, you are working on the premise of duality.You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God.You are viewing the concept of God as something finite,something we can measure.Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity andmagnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death asthe opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot existas a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence ofit. Now tell me, Professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, ofcourse, I do.&lt;br /&gt;Student : Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where theargument is going.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at workand cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavour, are you notteaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The class is in uproar.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor'sbrain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The class breaks out into laughter.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's brain,felt it, touched or smelt it?.....No one appears to have done so.So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrableprotocol, science says that you have no brain, sir.With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his faceunfathomable.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: I guess you'll have to take them on faith, son.&lt;br /&gt;Student : That is it sir.. The link between man &amp; god is FAITH.That is all that keeps things moving &amp;amp; alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: Huu sent this to me via e-mail. i just thought of sharing them to you fellas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* * * * *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I changed my template 'coz my sister told me pangit daw. this one looks simple and i love it.&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/8541560-115611065191530876?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/115611065191530876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=115611065191530876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/115611065191530876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/115611065191530876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/08/interesting-conversation.html' title='INTERESTING CONVERSATION'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-115546296870997584</id><published>2006-08-13T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T18:42:42.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>three more qaurters to go ;P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally, &lt;em&gt;it's over and done but the........&lt;/em&gt; naah i'm not gonna sing emotions ble!&lt;em&gt; :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anywhohow i'm so glad that things are going smoothly right now. UPCAT's over and so as first quarter. i'm down to three more quarters. three more crazy quarters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A very good way to end the first quarter is to carry your big butt to the nearest movie house. Miguel and I watched "CLICK" after eating lunch yesterday. The movie was so nice. Comedy and at the same time drama. You should watch it. It's worth it. Trust me. It'll make you cry. &lt;em&gt;Iyak ako ng iyak kanina sa movie house. Ang sarap ulit-ulitin. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/click1.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You should take things slowly but surely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shortcuts are ain't good baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And always remember family first before work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For now, I'm preparing for the Ateneo College Entrance Exam. I still need to search for people who are willing to recommend me. &lt;em&gt;Hmmm sino kaya ang pwede? :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* * * * * *&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was seniors family day kanina.&lt;/em&gt; Everything went okey&lt;em&gt;. Nag-enjoy naman ang mga parents sa games. Pero di ako naglaro. Buti pareho kami na-feel ni mama. Ayaw niya ring maglaro. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"We're all in this together"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Late post:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Masquerade at Mt. Olympus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I am Rhea the mother of the Gods. Daugther of Uranus and Gaea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wife of Cronus. Mother of Demeter, Hera, Hestia, Hades, Poseidon and Zeus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was I who rescued Zeus from my jealous husband Cronus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I gave him a stone wrapped in the clothes of an infant which he swallowed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thus making him believe that he had killed all his children."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/me1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I look like a pregnant woman here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/theorig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The original Rhea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/me2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Another pic of the fake Rhea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-115546296870997584?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/115546296870997584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=115546296870997584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/115546296870997584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/115546296870997584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/08/three-more-qaurters-to-go-p.html' title='three more qaurters to go ;P'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-115425783018902154</id><published>2006-07-30T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T19:10:30.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinikilig ako! ^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I so like this song. Kinikilig ako sobra! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Start Of Something New&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zac Efron &amp; Vanessa Anne Hudgens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rC6fDJF1NSE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Living in my own world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Didn't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That anything can happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you take a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never believed in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What i couldn't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never opened my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To all the possibilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know that something has changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never felt this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And right here tonight&lt;br /&gt;This could be the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of something new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It feels so right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To be here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And now looking in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The start of something new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now who'd of ever thought that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We'd both be here tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the world looks so much brighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With you by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know that something has changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never felt this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know it for real&lt;br /&gt;This could be the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of something new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It feels so right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To be here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And now looking in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The start of something new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never knew that it could happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Till it happened to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't know it before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But now it's easy to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of something new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It feels so right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To be here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And now looking in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel in my heart&lt;br /&gt;That it's the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of something new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It feels so right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To be here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And now looking in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The start of something new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Start of something new&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/8541560-115425783018902154?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/115425783018902154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=115425783018902154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/115425783018902154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/115425783018902154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/07/kinikilig-ako.html' title='Kinikilig ako! ^_^'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-115414064409071487</id><published>2006-07-29T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T10:37:24.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OMG! this senior life is killing me to the bones!(huh?!) BUSY sobra!!!!i need to prepare myself for the masquerade ball, 1st qtr exam, LC, reportings sa class, long quizzez,sabayang pagbigkas and the UPCAT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same as &lt;a href="http://theyakkingmachine.blogspot.com"&gt;yayam&lt;/a&gt;...I also want this all to end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* * * * *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayang that we were disqualified sa banner contest. sayang yung 2 nights that we spenttapos late na kaming umuwi para lang tapusin ang banner and only to find out that we are disqualified because we put our section on top. anyways, it wont do me good if mag-reklamo ako.basta we had fun making the banner and we put our heart and soul in it(nakhz!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway here is our banner.(got the pic from &lt;a href="http://theyakkingmachine.blogspot.com"&gt;yayam&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/yam20058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/8541560-115414064409071487?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/115414064409071487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=115414064409071487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/115414064409071487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/115414064409071487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/07/stressed-out.html' title='Stressed out.'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-115343501971235979</id><published>2006-07-21T07:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T06:36:59.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDSHIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friendship is not for beauty or color of the skin, but for a heart that is loyal within, for beauty fades and the skin would grow old but a friend that is loyal will never turn cold. Friends are not the one who laughs when you laugh and cries when you cry. They are the ones who make you laugh and stop you from crying. They are like buttons on the elevator --- they will either bring you up or take you down. You choose the people you want to call friends, but be sure to get yourself on the right floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your friend hurts you, betrays you, or breaks your heart, forgive them for they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious to whom you open your heart. The past is meant to be used as a tool for the future. Bad experiences indeed make you bitter but the lessons learned should make you better. On letting go: it hurts to see someone you love happy with somebody else; but wouldn't it hurt you more to see that person unhappy...with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to love the people who are with you at present. Forget the people in the past and thank them for hurting you, which led you to love the people you have right now. Everything in life is temporary. Even friendship is temporary because everything changes. That is why it takes courage to love, knowing it might end anytime...having faith will make it last. Life has a way of changing things but not the joy that friendship brings, for friendship is like the shining moon, making each night a brighter one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only have one heart, but there are many places in it wherein we keep every person we meet. Someone whom we know we might never meet again, but will never be forgotten.  A special friend is someone who changes your life just by being a part of it. Someone who makes you laugh till you can't stop. Someone who holds your hand and never lets you go alone in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, someone might come into your life and love you in a way you always wanted. If your someday was yesterday, LEARN; if your someday is tomorrow, HOPE; if your someday is today, CHERISH. When everything seems to be unfair, when all that you do isn't appreciated, a friend will take your hand, wipe away your tears, take you for a walk and tell you everything will be fine. &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/8541560-115343501971235979?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/115343501971235979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=115343501971235979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/115343501971235979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/115343501971235979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/07/friendship.html' title='FRIENDSHIP'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-115270473127632186</id><published>2006-07-12T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T19:45:31.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have never imagined i'll be this busy. Being a senior student is far off different from being a junior student. Imagine I can't even balance my schedule. I've missed a lot of review sessions. I always sleep late. If ever i get a free time i spent it for sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy last monday. it's not just because it was my birthday, but because a lot of meaningful and unexpected events had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) I woke up early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) I saw guitarguy/brother and eraserheads together for many times in a row. (their identities are highly confidential. only a few people knows who they are.) ^_^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) A friend/classmate/crush of mine, when i was still in grade school, finally pinansin ako. Actually i'm the one who greeted him first. We've been schoolmates for almost 4 years. We seldom talk nor greet each other. "deadma lang" if ever we pass by each other before. Now i'm happy that we greet each other everytime we see each other at the corridors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) Ms. A sang a song for me. Though she did not sang the whole song but i finally heard her sing. It made me happy. The song was "&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My Girl&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) Himala!!! konti lang ang nagpalibre. I was expecting a lot of my classmates would ask me to treat them after i attended the noon mass. But then, konti lang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) A lot of people greeted me. For those who texted, sorry if i was not able to reply because i have no load and the phone is not working very well. For thos who greeted me online and personally, thank you very much!!! Sorry if i did not invite you guys in my small handaan. I had it last Sunday, a day before my birthday, at Talisayan with my relatives. It was fun. I helped in cooking and serving the food. My cousins played jokes on me. They were teasing me that I'm old na daw(Bastos kaayo!--&gt;Sheena style). And it was so tiring. Imagine I was studying in the bus because we are going to have a long quiz by monday in PHYSICS and MATH!!! I was like graphing in the air the sines and cosines functions. I studying and trying to understand what SOH CAH TOA is. It was worth studying anyway, I got a high grade in PHYSICS (it's a miracle!). I dunno with MATH, we dont have the results yet. Hope I did not fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS for the gifts guys! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* * * * *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting last monday night, there was this person whom i asked how his day was. He told me that nothing meaningful/special happened to him. Though i was not able to tell him this because i got a problem with our phone. Anyways, if given the time, I could have told him that he should learn to appreciate simple things/events that will come along his way. I believe that every single thing/event that had happened or will happen in your life will eventually lead you to a special/meaningful event. All things are interrelated. Everything happens for a reason. No matter how small or big it is, it means something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* * * * *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't have a new template for my blog. Sana hindi pa kayo nagsasawa kay spongebob. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALAMAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-115270473127632186?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/115270473127632186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=115270473127632186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/115270473127632186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/115270473127632186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/07/sweet-16.html' title='Sweet 16'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-115230818332361436</id><published>2006-07-08T06:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T05:44:25.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not a sign of weakness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;POST WAS SUPPOSSED TO BE POSTED LAST FRIDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, i'm very excited whenever we go up to our classroom from lunch everyday because i get to see my crushes walking along the corridors. But then i was not able to glance at my crushes this afternoon because it's so happen that for our math period, Miaia told us that Ms. A wants us to meet her at the chapel and that we should bring along our book and notebook. I was like ???????.....MATH? CHAPEL? Anong connect?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at the chapel, of course we sat down then Ms. A told us to put our things on the floor. She then told us that we are going to have some reflection. And again i was like ???????.....REFLECTION? MATH? hello!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then instructed us to relax ourselves and close our eyes. Then she started telling us to imagine when was the last time we thank our parents and told them how much we love them. Did we bid our goodbyes and kissed them before we left this morning.....After recalling the events that had happened in the morning, she asked us to forget about it as everything was over. Then she told us something like what if we went home this afternoon knowing that they are not around.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that she asked us to open our eyes and told us how lucky we are that we are studying in Xavier when in fact our parent's could have just decided to enroll us in other schools. Of all schools, they choose Xavier for us......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to cry but then i saw Danniele crying the Kim then Therese. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Ms. A read a very touching story, tears started rolling down my eyes. She then asked us to write a letter for our parents since it's parents orientation this Saturday. I don't know what to write at first. I was crying and crying. My tears won't stop from flowing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my letter, I told them how thankful I am that they were my parents...I don't wanna expand more 'coz at this point medyo teary eyed na ako.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, I noticed that some of my classmates were hesitant when it comes to showing what they feel. Some where controling their tears. I can tell that they want to cry but they are afraid to cry because maybe they think crying makes them feel weak and helpless or maybe they were just shy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, crying is one of the things I do whenever i feel down and tired especially when i have mga nakatambak na chores/projects. I love crying because it makes me feel good. I feel very happy and at ease after crying. But then there is one thing that i hate when i cry. After crying my eyes and my nose turns super RED. Then it takes a long time before it goes back to its normal color. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we had that reflection thingy...nasira ang beauty ng lola niyo! Nakakainis! Formation pa naman that afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8541560-115230818332361436?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/115230818332361436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=115230818332361436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/115230818332361436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/115230818332361436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-not-sign-of-weakness.html' title='It&apos;s not a sign of weakness'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-115180019748499088</id><published>2006-07-02T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T08:29:57.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filled with LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday morning Fr. Xrysz texted me. His message goes something like this: "Good Morning! May your day be filled with love....." (I can't remember the exact message and i can't look it up on the phone because it wont turn on) basta it was something like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to go to school yesterday because it was the sophomores and juniors parents orientaton and i'm suppose to assist sa registration. I woke up late. It was around 6:45 am that i woke up and i have to prepare and eat breakfast pa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was set and ready to go but then, i really did something that was not offensive rather it was stupid. I won't tell you what it is because it was something very nakakahiya. Madali kasi ako magtampo so crytodeath and drama ko yesterday morning. My mom and I talked and talked. So I decided not to got to school and watch SUPERMAN with my classmates because namumugto ang aking mga mata at ang pula ng ilong ko parang si Rudolf. Maybe I'll just treat myself for a movie this monday or friday perhaps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though my morning yesterday was not so good, but i'm happy to know that it was filled with love for my mom was there to comfort and understand me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* * * * *&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Asil and my sisters birthday tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/asil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/dyan-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-115180019748499088?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/115180019748499088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=115180019748499088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/115180019748499088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/115180019748499088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/07/filled-with-love.html' title='Filled with LOVE'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-115161384699793247</id><published>2006-06-30T05:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T04:44:07.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panitikan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4:10 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hindi ko mahanap ang kasaysayan ng panitikang pilipino sa net!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maloloka na ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakainis!!! sakit na ng mata ko kakababad sa computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:15 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally....i found it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord!!! Laviah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&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/8541560-115161384699793247?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/115161384699793247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=115161384699793247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/115161384699793247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/115161384699793247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/06/panitikan.html' title='Panitikan'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-115126480603466503</id><published>2006-06-26T04:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T03:46:46.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To make the stories short</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/myown2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/myown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* * * * * *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/chances.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8541560-115126480603466503?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/115126480603466503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=115126480603466503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/115126480603466503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/115126480603466503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/06/to-make-stories-short.html' title='To make the stories short'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-115083699775637706</id><published>2006-06-21T05:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T04:56:37.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting things mixed up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm getting confused on what to do first. I can't believe that i would be this busy. I just hope it's just for now 'coz i really have to review for the incoming UPCAT and ACET Entrance examination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* * * * *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/chnut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my journal notebook in CH. I photoshopped the cover, backcover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and the inside pages. Then i had it binded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* * * * *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Here is a song by Same Same. The title of the song is "Love Isn't". I like this song for it tells you that love will not always turn out to be as what you want it to be. I'm having a hard time looking for the lyrics. Good thing i found a video at you tube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bd1DE9ot7lw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-115083699775637706?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/115083699775637706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=115083699775637706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/115083699775637706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/115083699775637706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/06/getting-things-mixed-up.html' title='Getting things mixed up'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-115049223676238304</id><published>2006-06-17T05:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T05:10:36.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light Cavalry--Refulgent in Tenebris</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm a certified light cavalier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/lc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belong in LC2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'm super excited. Can't wait to meet my class and my partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-115049223676238304?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/115049223676238304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=115049223676238304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/115049223676238304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/115049223676238304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/06/light-cavalry-refulgent-in-tenebris.html' title='Light Cavalry--Refulgent in Tenebris'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-115045471699006904</id><published>2006-06-16T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T18:50:42.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumped up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last monday, Independence day, i had a high fever. It started 12:00mn. My head was aching badly and i had colds. I felt so cold during that time that i decided to put on my jacket, jogging pants and socks on then i doubled my blanket. After all the "hilot" and all the bitter medicines that i took up, my fever finally went down at 12:00nn. So i watched TV, i went to SM during the afternoon and i made my physics assignment on the comp. By morning, i insisted on taking a bath. By noontime, my eyes were like so sleepy and i felt hot again. It was raining badly that monday afternoon and i dont have umbrellas with me. I have no choice. I went home so wet. Good thing my mom bought some medicines and i got well after an hour or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was saying on the first paragraph, it was raining badly last monday. As i was passing Mimie Pimentel's shop, i saw a beggar. She was wearing a blanket while leaning on the wall. She was curled up so i'm not sure if she was sleeping. I continued my way home. Fr. Jody, our morality teacher gave us an assignment of creating an artistic paper and we were also asked to define love. While making my own, my thoughts were running. How should i define love? The four letter word is so broad and very interesting. While thinking, the beggar suddenly came into view. I then asked myself, what if i gave my jacket to her?(i brought one just in case it would rain that day) What could have happen to her? But then, my fever came back that afternoon and i need the jacket to somewhat prevent me from the direct downpour of the rain. The situation lead me to the definition of love. Love is not perfect. (except for God's love) Love is complete. It can bring the best and the worst in you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may sound selfish but personally i made a right decision regarding the jacket. Besides, i don't wanna disturb that woman. She might scold me for disturbing her and what if she's not in good terms mentally? she might punch me or ran after me. I had a phobia already concerning crazy people. I've been chased once and almost got hit by a thick wood that a crazy man was holding. I don't want that to happen again. It's so scary and very tiring to run super fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's UP or XU. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also having my review in preparation for the entrance exam for college. Yayam and i have the same tutor. I need to pass the UPcat. I wanna study at Manila and besides my desired course is not available here at XU. I've decided I'm taking Architecture as my first choice and Civil Engineering as my second choice. &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/8541560-115045471699006904?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/115045471699006904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=115045471699006904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/115045471699006904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/115045471699006904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/06/dumped-up.html' title='Dumped up'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-114984567699895167</id><published>2006-06-09T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T17:34:37.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIGNS OF BEING A SENIOR STUDENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(1) Lumalaki ang butas ng ilong. why? because it's so tiring to go all the way up to the 5th floor everyday. lumalaki butas ng ilong ng mga tao dahil sa kakahabol ng hininga *hehehehe*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Nagkakaroon ka ng maraming kapatid. bakit? the undergrads are calling you ate and kuya already. especially when your part of the LC. everytime you meet them at the canteen and in the corridor, they always say,"Hi ate!"........it's like okey nagkaka-edad na nga ako.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) NO snacks. when your on the fifth floor and you decided to go down for snacks at the canteen, there is a big possibility that you'll be late for your next subject after recess. that's why a lot of seniors make tambay na lang on the corridors instead of having snacks at the canteen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) Excited i suppose. Where ka mag-college? What course are you going to take up? are questions you hear buzzing on the fifth floor. maybe some are excited. others are not. but one thing is for sure, education is very important and it's better if you will graduate in college.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far these are few things that i've noticed that makes up a senior high school students life. despite all these, i'm enjoying and cherishing every single moment of my life. we must be optimistic and be prepared of what life has to offer for you and me.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* * * * * * * * * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I found this story over the net. i think this used to be &lt;a href="http://vaninski.blogspot.com"&gt;nina's&lt;/a&gt; icebreaker when we were still juniors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuddles, the faithful aged poodle, on photo safari&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wealthy old lady decides to go on a photo safari in India, taking her faithful aged poodle named Cuddles, along for the company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the poodle starts chasing butterflies and before long, Cuddles discovers that she's lost. Wandering about, she notices a tiger heading rapidly in her direction with the intention of having lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old poodle thinks, "Oh, oh! I'm in deep shit now!" Noticing some bones on the ground close by, she immediately settles down to chew on the bones with her back to the approaching cat. Just as the tiger is about to leap, the old poodle exclaims loudly, "Boy, that was one delicious tiger! I wonder if there are any more around here?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing this, the young tiger halts his attack in mid-strike, a look of terror comes over him and he slinks away into the trees. "Whew!", says the tiger, "That was close! That old poodle nearly had me!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, a monkey who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the tiger. So off he goes, but the old poodle sees him heading after the tiger with great speed, and figures that something must be up. The monkey soon catches up with the tiger, spills the beans and strikes a deal for himself with the tiger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young tiger is furious at being made a fool of and says, "Here, monkey, hop on my back and see what's going to happen to that conniving canine!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the old poodle sees the tiger coming with the monkey on his back and thinks, "What am I going to do now?", but instead of running, the dog sits down with her back to her attackers, pretending she hasn't seen them yet, and just when they get close enough to hear, the old poodle says: "Where's that damn monkey? I sent him off an hour ago to bring me another tiger!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of this story . . . Don't mess with old farts . . . age and treachery will always overcome youth and skill! Bullshit and brilliance only come with age and experience!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/8541560-114984567699895167?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/114984567699895167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=114984567699895167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114984567699895167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114984567699895167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/06/signs-of-being-senior-student.html' title='SIGNS OF BEING A SENIOR STUDENT'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-114949193362097163</id><published>2006-06-05T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T15:18:53.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUCCESS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up early this morning. 4:00 am to be exact. it was so cold and i'm still very sleepy so i decided to go back to bed. then i took a bath at 5:30 am. i had my breakfast then i left the house at 6:30 am and i arrived at school at 6:30 am. how is that possible? i apparated (tama ba?!?). i had my apparition classes with Dumbledore at Hogwarts just this summer. ;p  *jokejokejoke*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, advance ang time namin sa house ng 30 minutes. *hehehehehehe*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhohow, it was nice to see my usual classmates. it's so unfair! they grew taller and i did not. maybe. *huhuhuhuhu* but i was really happy to see them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so contented with the outcome of the freshmen orientation. of course i was there. i'm part of the LCLC. we performed this short advertisement about our school on stage during the orientation and me and my co-LC gurls did some hair talk (chaka!). the freshmen are so KJ. they did not join us during the ATENEO chant. it only reminds me of my freshie years. we were also KJ way back then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats to Ms. &lt;a href="http://www.maxxiekay.blogspot.com"&gt;Mia&lt;/a&gt; Marie Antenor-Cruz, our chairperson, for a job well done!&lt;br /&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/8541560-114949193362097163?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/114949193362097163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=114949193362097163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114949193362097163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114949193362097163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/06/success.html' title='SUCCESS!!!'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-114920155419094168</id><published>2006-06-02T07:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T06:39:14.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sukob na!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Or2bUhInus0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeepney by KALA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-114920155419094168?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/114920155419094168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=114920155419094168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114920155419094168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114920155419094168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/06/sukob-na.html' title='Sukob na!'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-114893710872091821</id><published>2006-05-30T05:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T05:30:28.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pignatelli ----&gt; Taegon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been with this people for three years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are so wonderful and fun to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad i'm still with them this coming school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/thepigz3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see you peepz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-114893710872091821?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/114893710872091821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=114893710872091821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114893710872091821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114893710872091821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/05/pignatelli-taegon.html' title='Pignatelli ----&gt; Taegon'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-114869170564561619</id><published>2006-05-28T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T09:01:45.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots in store (expanded version)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It seems only yesterday when i came out from my loving mothers womb and experienced the pain of being spanked using a belt by my dear father when i was four.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember the very moment i learned how to ride the bicycle and how i stupidly looked on stage, with my hands raised on air, when i got mental blocked on what to do. It was just on the middle part of the music that i remembered that i'm supposed to be conducting our National Anthem during our recognition in kindergaten. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My experiences in grade school are still fresh in my mind. Many unexpected things happened to me. For one, I became the president of our school campus and then, i graduated with flying colors. *Weeeeeee!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing the memories of the past sometimes makes me chuckle. Like the first day of my freshie year at XUHS-ateneo de cagayan. Because of my excitement, i brought along with me all my books expecting that it would be checked during the first day of school. It was quite embarrassing to see that i'm the only one (hopefully not) who looks like a turtle walking. All the people in the covered courts especially the freshie gurls were like bringing small bags. Some were even wearing shoulder bags. I was like wooooow! "&lt;em&gt;OP ko bai!"&lt;/em&gt;  ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my sophie year, i experienced for the first time to carol during X'mas with my soulsisters (jammy,&lt;a href="http://vaninski.blogspot.com"&gt;nina&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="theyakkingmachine.blogspot.com"&gt;yayam&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="vachael.blogspot.com"&gt;vachael&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="moijackie.blogspot.com"&gt;jackie&lt;/a&gt;, connie) then we slept over at the house of Jammy's grandparents... I had fun that time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at my junior life makes me think and say, "If only i could turn back time..." It's the point of my life wherein i can say that i did not make the most out of it. But yayam's right! we should not hold on to the past. Past is past. What's important is the present. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 24, 2006. I'm officially enrolled as a senior high school student. wouldyahbelieveit!? Time surely runs fast. I could not believe it. Matanda na ako ^_^. Nevertheless i'm happy. I'm still a half-scholar daw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine next year June i'm a college student already!?! I still dunno what course to take. First on my list is medicine, but then it's a ten-year course and i dunno if my parent and i will survive that long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second is culinary arts. I love eating therefore i love cooking. But practically, i can learn how to cook even if i don't study culinary arts right? And besides it's very expensive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third on my list is accounting/commerce, I wanna work in a bank like my mom. It's my dream since i was in Kinder. Oh yeah! It's just now that i remembered i've already been inside a banks vault. I used to play inside, but not with the money, just on the floor. *hehehehehehe* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nursing? it's very practical nowadays to study nursing. But i don't know....hindi ko siya feel....ala lang...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i guess i've said too much already. too long na noh? *hehehehehe*&lt;br /&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/8541560-114869170564561619?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/114869170564561619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=114869170564561619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114869170564561619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114869170564561619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/05/lots-in-store-expanded-version.html' title='Lots in store (expanded version)'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-114859259700515880</id><published>2006-05-26T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T05:29:57.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots In Store</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time is running so fast. I can't believe i'm a senior student already. Ohmoigosh! I dunno what's in store for me this coming school year, but all i know is that it's going to be very busy and hectic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I still dunno what course to take up in college. Imagine i'm gonna be a college student next year June. Ohmygollly! What should i take up??? I'm confused! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;**********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I found this poem in our school paper, PAG-ASA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sa Tabing-ilog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-kulimlim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sa hiram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;na maghapong paglalakbay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pagala-gala, patagu-tago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sa hamog ng talahiban;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nangungulila sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nagkukubling kasukdulan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;naghahanap ng sagot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sa matalinghagang tanong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;at hamon ng tulirong mga puso ---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tayo'y nagpaduyan-duyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sa dahong himbing sa tulog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;namangha ka't ako'y napangiti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;habang sinisimsim n'ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ang katas-tamis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ng tubig sa paanan ---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tila naglaho ang kataga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ng puso mong makata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o ng malikot kong isip sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kanyang mayuming kagandahan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;naglalaro, naghahabulan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ating mata't buntong-hininga;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mga katawang hitik sa saya't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hubad sa saplot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ng kunwarian -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tayo'y nagpalit-palitan ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mga pangarap at katotohanan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ngayon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ramdam ko pa ang paglalapat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ng ating makahiyang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kamay at kamalayan;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nalulusaw, nalalasaing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sa daloy ng ala-alang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nanunuot sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kalamnan ko't katinuan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;naghihinagpis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kong gabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ay nagtataka, nagtatanong -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bakit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bakit mo hinayaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ang dampi ng hangin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;at tilamsik ng ating galak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;magmistulang tigang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;na panaginip na lang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kasuyo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tumalon kang muli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;basagin mo ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nakakabinging katahimikan;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;malunod ka't mawasak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;languyin mo ang unos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ng pangungulila ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sa kaloob-looban mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ibalik mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ang saya ng puso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sa lihim na liblib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ng ating tahimik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mapanuyong pag-ibig --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;saan, minsan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pangarap kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kabuluhan ay natagpuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sa 'yong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kabaliwa't kandungan.&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/8541560-114859259700515880?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/114859259700515880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=114859259700515880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114859259700515880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114859259700515880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/05/lots-in-store.html' title='Lots In Store'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-114799184132503455</id><published>2006-05-19T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T06:38:29.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fanatic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta content="FrontPage.Editor.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px solid" height="400" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/aras.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's something that i did not expect. All the while i thought Terry's gonna win that million bucks, but he was not able to win the last immunity challenge. Unexpectedly, Danielle won the last immunity cahllenge. She chose Aras to sit next with her as the final two, hoping that she would have a big chance on winning against Aras. She was my bet because of course she's a she. But then again, Aras was the one the jury chose to be the SOLE SURVIVOR for Survivor Panama, Exile Island. It's okey! anyway, he's cute. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px solid" height="400" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/hippies.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They deserve it! The Hippies played the game fairly and happily. They were so lucky to have encountered 2 or 3 non-elimination rounds. They were my bets because after every leg of the race, you would always see big smiles on Bj and Tyler's face. It was really a neck to neck race between the hippies and the frat boys, Jeremy and Eric.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Congratulations to the winners!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***** Da Vinci Code is R18....Huhuhuhuhuhu*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-114799184132503455?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/114799184132503455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=114799184132503455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114799184132503455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114799184132503455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/05/fanatic.html' title='Fanatic'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-114781657834498107</id><published>2006-05-17T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T05:56:18.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ISSUES WITH MY TWO FAMILIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just arrived from Talisayan last Sunday and while i was 40% away from civilization, i missed the last outing/get together of my second family,the pigz, with Fr. Xrysz. huhuhuhuhu....Sana nag-duka bay na lang kayo. May big possibility pa sana na makasama ako :( .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, for the issue with my family, actually matagal na siya nangayayari pero i never noticed it 'til now lang that i'm a little mature. before, i'm always excited to go to Talisayan especially every summer. i get to play with my cousins and friends there, and of course, i get to hear the stories of my grandma(mother side). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just that this past few years, my father had a little tampo. It's because i'm closer to my relatives sa mother side. everytime we get home from summer vacation, he would always ask us if we visited our grandpa, titas, titos and cousins (father side). My common answer would be a cute smile sabay sabi hindi po.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like this, my parents both came from Talisayan, my fathers family lives at the heart of Talisayan and my mothers side lives in one of the barrios of Talisayan who happened to be 2.5km away form the center of the said place. i know malapit lang siya and yet i never made an effort of visiting my relatives sa father side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one time, na-kwento ng lola ko (mother side), nung minsan na nag-visit si papa sa kanila, na may tampo daw si papa because of yun nga daw. Na-konsensiya ako. Pero i really dont know why i feel like that. it's not that i hate my relatives sa father side. Or it's not that they are bad people coz definitely they are not coz they've been very good towards us. it's just that i really dont know why, why i dont feel at home with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the eldest, i feel that i should be a role model to my siblings. i should be good. i should show them that we need to respect this and that. We should be close to our relatives...but then at the end of the day, nasasabi ko sa sarili ko hindi ko nagawa ang part ko being the "ATE". it's not my parents who are pressuring me to do so. It's me. i'm the one pressuring myself. but then feeling ko di ko kaya. That is why ngayon, minsan na lang ako kung umuwi sa Talisayan. i don't want to hurt my papa nor my mama. i think its the best idea as of now. don't you think?&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/8541560-114781657834498107?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/114781657834498107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=114781657834498107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114781657834498107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114781657834498107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/05/issues-with-my-two-families.html' title='ISSUES WITH MY TWO FAMILIES'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-114677871511699726</id><published>2006-05-05T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T05:38:35.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The feeling of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sayang, i was not able to play tennis last tuesday. It's actually like this, my mother already gave her "yes". so i'm super duper excited already. But then may pahabol siyang drama. sabi niya, "Sayang, kala ko pa naman pwede ka tumulong-tulong mag-prepare for fiesta."............Because i'm super mabait, na-konsensiya ako. so i then decided na hindi na lng mag-tennis. so i made na lng my specialty na dessert which is ang mango float and nag-linis ako ng hawz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahayz, It's very tiring to celebrate fiesta. Swear! you have to do this and that. make chuva here and there.  it's diferent kasi in our case because of our environment. Ah basta, it's super tiring. Naawa ako sa parents ko, they were not able to sleep well because they have to cook and prepare for the fiesta activities in our place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of fiesta activities, my sister, Dyan, was proclaimed QUEEN. She used my prom gown during the coronation and i was the one who took the video of the said event. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oist! is there a next tym for tennis???? :D&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/8541560-114677871511699726?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/114677871511699726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=114677871511699726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114677871511699726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114677871511699726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/05/feeling-of.html' title='The feeling of...'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-114652160369787210</id><published>2006-05-02T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T06:13:23.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW TEMPLATE (na sad!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because of the boredness, i decided to make a new template. Besides, i'm really itching na to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hope you guys see the background picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hapit na fiesta sa amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;weeeee!&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/8541560-114652160369787210?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/114652160369787210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=114652160369787210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114652160369787210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114652160369787210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-template-na-sad.html' title='NEW TEMPLATE (na sad!)'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-114625919608052194</id><published>2006-04-29T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T05:19:56.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PBB TEEN EDITION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My bets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/kimmik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i really like them both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kim is a very cute and talented chinese girl. She can dance, sing (even a chinese song), dance, act and play the guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mikee on the other hand, is an ATENISTA. He is super-duper intelligent. Take note of this, he has no grades below 93. He is not a geek okey. He is so cute. How i wish nasa bahay ako ni kuya. He likes Kim and Kim likes her too. Aaah! Isn't that cute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;anywayz, visit &lt;a href="http://www.pinoybigbrother.com"&gt;www.pinoybigbrother.com&lt;/a&gt; for more info about them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My mama, bebeh sister and yaya are super ready na to leave for Davao. They are actually eating their early breakfast as of this very moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY TRIP!!! na lang sa kanila.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-114625919608052194?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/114625919608052194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=114625919608052194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114625919608052194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114625919608052194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/04/pbb-teen-edition.html' title='PBB TEEN EDITION'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-114608819894782958</id><published>2006-04-27T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T05:49:58.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm back. I miss my bloggie very much. i am so bad. i forgot that it was my parents 16th wedding anniversary last friday. the very same day i left for the LC summer camp. i missed the very yummy dinner prepared by my papa. Sayang talaga! ulyanin na talaga ako, hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;i really had fun at our camping activity. My co-LC people are as friendly as the alumnis. i met a lot people in a span of almost six days. there are people whom i thought suplada pero hindi pala. words aint enough to describe how happy i am and honored to be able to experience such very tremendous affair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were the ones who cook our food except for lunch. we helped one another sa mga chores. we laughed, we sang, we danced, we cheered, and we prayed together all for the greater glory of GOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta! to sum it all up, ang saya ng feeling! though there were times that we had to console one another because some people misses their family, gf/bf, friends, pet, and all the special chuvaness of the people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Schol. Xrysz humirit. after every session may cute na quiz pa talaga. Hindi na kami friends. Inaway niya ako e. ble! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joke lang. I'LL MISS YOU PO! ingatz! ............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippeee!!! i'm already one of the LC people. Weeeeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at last, i'm home! Sarap ng cassava cake ni mamita! i asked her to bake one before i left for the summer camp. sarap talaga. Tapos may cadbury chocolate pa ako pagdating ko. Mmmmm sarap! sayang di ko-malabas sa computer para i-share, hehehehe. Ang taba-taba ko na, di ba johanna? Lots of food ang inoffer doon sa LC camp. kailangan ng mag-FREAK OUT!!! lolz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okey change of plan. i won't be going with my mama to Davao. she told me that she'll bring na lang my baby sister ang our yaya. marami na raw kasi akong pinag-lakwatsahan this summer. give chance naman daw sa iba and rest muna daw ako. Pero guys if you have plans to make laag-laag, sali ako ha? :D&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/8541560-114608819894782958?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/114608819894782958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=114608819894782958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114608819894782958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114608819894782958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/04/change-of-plan.html' title='Change of Plan'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-114556384566241876</id><published>2006-04-21T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T04:10:45.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On blog leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ON BLOG LEAVE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The LC's BOILTS activity will start today 4pm and will end at April 26, 2006 at 1:00 pm. So it means no blogging for 6 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm gonna miss my bloggie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;anyways, I'm looking forward of gaining many things from the said activity. Hope i'll enjoy and have fun, i'm sure i will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I guess goodbye! for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-114556384566241876?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/114556384566241876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=114556384566241876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114556384566241876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114556384566241876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/04/on-blog-leave.html' title='On blog leave'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-114548353901609834</id><published>2006-04-20T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T04:17:57.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit of Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 2px; WORD-SPACING: 2px; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i got the idea from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theyakkingmachine.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yayam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. i just generated it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 2px; WORD-SPACING: 2px; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img height="572" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/Untitled-1-copy1.gif" width="458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 2px; WORD-SPACING: 2px; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;=============&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 2px; WORD-SPACING: 2px; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i already got my card yesterday. my grades are okey (na lng!). actually its quite frustrating. i can feel that i was not able to give my best shot last school year (05-06).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 2px; WORD-SPACING: 2px; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;by the way, good luck peepz. hope your grades are very okey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 2px; WORD-SPACING: 2px; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 2px; WORD-SPACING: 2px; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;oh yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 2px; WORD-SPACING: 2px; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WELCOME BACK FR. XRYSZ!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-114548353901609834?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/114548353901609834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=114548353901609834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114548353901609834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114548353901609834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/04/fruit-of-boredom.html' title='Fruit of Boredom'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-114539406431530058</id><published>2006-04-19T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T05:01:04.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what shall i do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this vacation is making me feel weak and useless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haaayy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PAblo Neruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with you, with us, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what's happening to us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah our love is a harsh cord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that binds us wounding us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and if we want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to leave our wound, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to separate, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it makes a new knot for us and condemns us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to drain our blood and burn together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's wrong with you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I look at you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and I find nothing in you but two eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like all eyes, a mouth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lost among a thousand mouths that I have kissed, more beautiful, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a body just like those that have slipped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;beneath my body without leaving any memory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And how empty you went through the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like a wheat-colored jar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;without air, without sound, without substance! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I vainly sought in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; depth for my arms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that dig, without cease, beneath the earth: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;beneath your skin, beneath your eyes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nothing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;beneath your double breast scarcely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;raised &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a current of crystalline order &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that does not know why it flows singing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why, why, why, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my love, why? &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/8541560-114539406431530058?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/114539406431530058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=114539406431530058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114539406431530058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114539406431530058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-shall-i-do.html' title='what shall i do?'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-114479254037394118</id><published>2006-04-12T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T06:21:46.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>muni-muni</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from cebu last Monday. i was not able to update kasi when i got home tulog agad ako. same as yesterday, tulog parin ako. i dunno why but when i got back here at cdo sumakit talaga sobra ng ulo ko and because of it, I was not able to watch my favorite shows on TV (huhuhuhu).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cebu was okey for me, kaso lng 'di ko ma-gets ang mga route ng mga multicab/jeepneys nila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahayz...ngayon ko lang nararamdaman ang pagka boring ng summer. i just realized its nice to be in school because of the fact that you and your friends get to enjoy each others company and do stuffs together. though its tiring to meet all the dealines and study/cram for exams and quizzez but the thought of having a companion through all the "kalokohan and paghihirap" puts a smile on your face. right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this summer, my soon to be implemented plans are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) i'm not yet sure if i'll be going with my little sister today in Talisayan. Mas boring kasi dun. imagine no net!!! (huhuhu) but i really dont understand why i used to demand to go there, when i was still young, every summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) LC activity--&gt;i'm excited for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Davao trip--&gt; yep! i'll be going to Davao this end of april.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) Manila!!!--&gt; ewan! la lng. feel ko lang isama. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yam!!! ito yung sinasabi kong kanta by shamrock na ALIPIN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alipin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shamrock&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Di ko man maaminIkaw ay mahalaga sa akin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Di ko man maisip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sa pagtulog ikaw ang panaginip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Malabo man ang aking pag-iisip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sana"y pakinggan mo ang sigaw nitong damdamin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus:] Ako"y alipin mo kahit hindi batid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aaminin ko minsan ako"y manhid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sana at iyong nariring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sayong yakap ako"y nasasabik...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ayoko sa iba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sayo ako ay hindi magsasawa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ano man ang iyong sabihin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Umasa ka ito ay diringgin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Madalas man na parang aso"t pusa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Giliw sa piling mo ako ay masaya&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[chorus:] Ako"y alipin mo kahit hindi batid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aaminin ko minsan ako"y manhid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sana at iyong nariring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sayong yakap ako"y nasasabik...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[coda:] Pilit mang abutin ang mga tala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Basta"t sa akin wag kang mawawala&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ako"y alipin mo kahit hindi batid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aaminin ko minsan ako"y manhid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sana ay iyong naririnig&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sayong yakap ako"y nasasabik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pagkat ikaw lang ang nais makatabi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Malamig man o mainit ang gabi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nais ko sana iparating na ikaw lamang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ang siyang aking iibigin&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/8541560-114479254037394118?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/114479254037394118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=114479254037394118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114479254037394118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114479254037394118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/04/muni-muni.html' title='muni-muni'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-114445964543158456</id><published>2006-04-09T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T09:27:25.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm having fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;heyah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is my 2nd day at Cebu and believe me i'm really having fun. it's actually my very first time here, in the Queen city of the south and my first time to get out of Mindanao (though i've already toured most of the places in Mindanao) . entering the yearbook really paved the way, for me to explore and travel Cebu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we went to Ayala Center and Sto. Niño church yesterday. then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we are going to Tambuli this coming sunday to go swimming and experience a short yet wonderful summer here at cebu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;:D  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ay wait! i just remembered yayam told me this morning when i woke up that it's Mr. Presidents birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIKKI!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-114445964543158456?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/114445964543158456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=114445964543158456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114445964543158456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114445964543158456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-having-fun.html' title='i&apos;m having fun!'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-114427959966796540</id><published>2006-04-06T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T07:26:39.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CEBU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i am super excited. i'm leaving for cebu tonight. i'll be back this April 10, 2006. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeee!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/blah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-114427959966796540?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/114427959966796540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=114427959966796540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114427959966796540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114427959966796540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/04/cebu.html' title='CEBU'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-114414885458954024</id><published>2006-04-05T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T19:07:34.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yahoo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haay...i've been going to school for more than a week already. we are so busy working with the yearbook [konti]. sakit na ng mata ko sa kaka-computer. but then enjoy naman mag-work coz i have good and friendly workmates. although tahi-tahimik lang ako in one corner and just smiling i can tell that the people are mabait. i wanna commend jackie for helping us with the yearbook especially editing the infosheets. THANKS Jack-jack!!! sayang! sana kasama ka sa cebu (huhuhu).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;jackie, giselle [a friend rom Rubio] and i played tennis and badminton. i was not able to make it yesterday coz my mom did not allow me and so i just prepared my stuffs for the yearbook's cebu trip and at the same time work. by the way my mom gave her "yes you may go" already and i'm very happy about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hmmm...what else...um...i'll share it next time na lng. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anywayz, i've been discovering new things sa photoshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;look at these:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 3px double; BORDER-TOP: 3px double; BORDER-LEFT: 3px double; BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double" height="467" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/wahahaha.jpg" width="460" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sorry if i played a tinnie bit with your faces. dont worry, to be fair, i included my face too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-114414885458954024?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/114414885458954024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=114414885458954024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114414885458954024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114414885458954024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/04/yahoo.html' title='yahoo!!!'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-114384078073568296</id><published>2006-04-01T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T05:44:13.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories to keep</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="494" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/memoirs.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss the pigz so much!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-114384078073568296?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/114384078073568296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=114384078073568296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114384078073568296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114384078073568296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/04/memories-to-keep.html' title='memories to keep'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-114358156685983771</id><published>2006-03-29T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T05:38:34.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning Sunshine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ei! it's already 5:20 am. just woke up 30 miutes ago. i have to send an e-mail to my another e-add coz the file is big coz its a psd file (putoshop---&gt;that's how i spell and pronounce it ^_^) and we dont have a cd burner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, actually this summer i always woke up early because the net card that i am using is good for 1:00 - 7:00 am ( but i just bought the regular net card last monday) . it means i really have to wake up early just to use the net and of course to be the first one to lay hands on the computer coz my siblings and i somewhat compete on whose gonna be the first one to use the comp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;haay...i'm going to school again today. yup! again. for this whole week, we'll be working the yearbook and i'm gonna play tennis today with jackie and yayam (also one of the reasons why i must wake up early today). the yearbook staff will be going to cebu this april 5-8. my mom did not give her "yes you can go" yet but i hope she'll allow me coz i'm excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i'm also excited for the LC thingy this summer april 25-30. the date is prone to change because of the International Kids Village that'll be held at XU high school sometime in the last week of april. oh! did'nt i toId you guys that i joined the LC and i passed the interview!!! weeeeee!!! the LC thingy will be a 5 day camping activity which makes it very interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;oh! it's almost 5:40 got to prepare my stuffs for our tennis game today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;:D&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/8541560-114358156685983771?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/114358156685983771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=114358156685983771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114358156685983771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114358156685983771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/03/good-morning-sunshine.html' title='Good Morning Sunshine!'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-114340421305633343</id><published>2006-03-27T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T04:16:53.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WALANG MAGAWA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ang buhay nga naman oo, masyadong mapagbiro, ni hindi natin alam kung ano ang magiging kahihinatnan natin. magiging masaya ba tayo o baka naman kasawian lang ang magiging kahihinatnan ng lahat. habang pinanonood ko ang isang palabas sa telebisyon tungkol sa buhay ng may buhay. marami akong napagnilay na mga ideya at mga bagay-bagay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paano kaya kung wala tayong problema? ano kaya ang mangyayari sa mundong ito? marahil masaya at mapayapa ang ating pamumuhay. lahat ng tao ay nagkakasundo. ika-nga'y perpekto ang lahat. masarap sigurong mabuhay sa ganoong klase ng mundo. wala kang aalahanin. tanging matatamis na ngiti ang bubungad sa iyo araw-araw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakapagod kayang harapin at resolbahin ang mga problema. may mga tao nga diyang nasisiraan ng bait dahil sa problema. yung tipong nanlalaki ang mga mata sabay binabagok ang ulo sa pader habang kinakausap ang sarili. nakakatuwa ngang panoorin sa telebisyon e. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yung iba naman naghahanap ng shortcut para raw sa madaliang pagtatagpi ng kanilang mga suliranin. kaso nga lang yung shortcut na tinatahak nila, nagdudulot ng sugat sa iba o di naman kaya'y may kapalit na sobrang bigat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may mga tao namang cry-to-death ang drama at may patiwakal effect pang nalalaman. pang best actress/actor talaga! kala mo naman magugunaw na ang mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaay...nakakatawang isipin at panoorin sa telebisyon minsan ang iba't-ibang pagdulog ng tao sa kanilang mga problema. swerte na lang marahil ang mga taong nabibigyang-linaw ang kani-kanilang suliranin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero kung ako ang masusunod, sana wala na lang mga problema. para walang masasaktan, magsasakripisyo, mawawala, mamamatay, maloloka at higit sa lahat wala ng iiyak. kakapagod kayang umiyak habang nanonood ka ng dramang palabas sa telebisyon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;=====================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i found a lot of things while cleaning my room last monday. mostly some important papers which i thought i've already thrown away. some were the poems and essays i wrote last summer (fruits of boredom). others were the books which i thought i lost and many other stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found the draft of the short poems i wrote last school year when maam dar-dar binks (miss her so much!) told us to make two poems about goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;here they go:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO GOODBYES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but i have to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I may be far away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but baby there is no goodbyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know that my heart will always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;stay with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll be there everytime you close your eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ONEROUS FAREWELLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wonderful smile of mine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;will always find it's way to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wherever you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This by far is the hardest word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i shall ever say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But i'll say it anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Goodbye!&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/8541560-114340421305633343?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/114340421305633343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=114340421305633343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114340421305633343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114340421305633343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/03/walang-magawa.html' title='WALANG MAGAWA'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-114332258520573721</id><published>2006-03-26T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T05:36:25.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new template</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I made a new template for this summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hope you guys see the background picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;enjoy!&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/8541560-114332258520573721?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/114332258520573721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=114332258520573721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114332258520573721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114332258520573721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-template.html' title='new template'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-114323772709928916</id><published>2006-03-25T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T06:02:07.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SONGS ^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i did clean my room last Monday. my room has been very messy this past few weeks (imagine the alikabok stored...eeww!). i'm very "tapulan" when it somes to cleaning. minsan lang ako naglilinis ng bahay (kapuy man beh).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while cleaning and piling all my books and notebooks, i saw this.....(i wrote this last summer..la lng!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i long that someday you'll notice me, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Lumingon ka lang"&lt;/span&gt; sa akin dahil para &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Sa iyo"&lt;/span&gt; lang ang puso ko. i think &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Torete"&lt;/span&gt; na ako sa'yo. i can't stop thinking about you coz i've &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Fallin"&lt;/span&gt; deeply in love with you. I now found &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"The Reason"&lt;/span&gt; for me to live my life. Oh! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Can this be love"&lt;/span&gt;? If it is, then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Let the love begin".&lt;/span&gt; Before, I used to walk in a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Boulevard of broken dreams"&lt;/span&gt; but now i'm in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Heaven"&lt;/span&gt; coz i found the most &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Beautiful soul"&lt;/span&gt; on earth. I'm &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Crazy in love"&lt;/span&gt; and i wanna show that i am &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"True"&lt;/span&gt; with my feelings. And Wow! this really proves that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Love moves in mysterious ways&lt;/span&gt;". Oh! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Baby it's you"&lt;/span&gt; that i long to spend the rest of my lfe with. i assure you that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"You'll be safe here"&lt;/span&gt; in my arms. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Get me"&lt;/span&gt; and we will be forever happy. How i wish that our love would never end. But if you think that the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Feeling is gone"&lt;/span&gt; then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I don't wanna be your friend"&lt;/span&gt; anymore. i hope you'll soon find your &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Happy ending".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolz! 0_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;see what boredom can do!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/8541560-114323772709928916?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/114323772709928916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=114323772709928916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114323772709928916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114323772709928916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/03/songs.html' title='SONGS ^_^'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-114279994571264110</id><published>2006-03-20T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T04:25:45.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaaah!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aaaaahhh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naiinis ako sa sarili ko. I have deleted the new template that i have just created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'di ko talaga napansin. namalikmata ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainis!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gagawa na naman ako ulit.&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/8541560-114279994571264110?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/114279994571264110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=114279994571264110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114279994571264110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114279994571264110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/03/aaaaah.html' title='Aaaaah!!!'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-114254572059367972</id><published>2006-03-17T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T05:48:40.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>did you know that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;did you guys know (unless you've watched it in GMEKNB) that David Beckhams legs are insured for $70 million? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;wow! is his legs that damn flawless?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kakatakot naman siyang makalaro ng soccer baka magasgasan ko ang legs niya. wala pa naman akong pambayad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;lolz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-114254572059367972?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/114254572059367972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=114254572059367972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114254572059367972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114254572059367972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/03/did-you-know-that.html' title='did you know that...'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-114245849901320051</id><published>2006-03-16T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T05:34:59.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMERTIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;current mood: super duper lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;message: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;              kapuy update!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;              nyahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;              :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;               betta' watch out for my new templato (hopefully matapos kow).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-114245849901320051?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/114245849901320051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=114245849901320051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114245849901320051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114245849901320051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/03/summertime.html' title='SUMMERTIME'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-114198133186052362</id><published>2006-03-11T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T17:02:11.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally it's over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;assignments...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;projects....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quizzez....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sleepless nights...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cramming...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hectic skeds...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;studying...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;exams....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;skul year 05-06...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is finally over....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for now...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i thank God it's alreafy summer vacation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have fun!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-114198133186052362?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/114198133186052362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=114198133186052362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114198133186052362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114198133186052362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/03/finally-its-over.html' title='finally it&apos;s over'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-114000465835334229</id><published>2006-02-16T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T20:04:04.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wahahahahahaha!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after our BM class i suddenly felt very nervous. i saw Mia standing on the plotform and i told her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Mia pa-try unsa't feeling na naa sa plotform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mikki saw us and if i heard it right he said..."Mga paranoid."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fr. Xrysz arrived and he maid bunot the first one to deliver his/her talumpati for that day.....(drum rolls) and finally thelucky number was 13!!! i was shocked. i did not expect to be the first one to recite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wahahaha!!! that's all i can say. nah actually i think para akong nanlamig na ewan sa ibabaw ng plotform. kinakabahan ako kanina. i was trying to control myself and be calm. scary talaga kanina. nababahala kasi ako kasi medyo mahaba ang talumpati ko. baka kasi wala ng makinig and maybe ma-bored lang sila if i'm not mistaken nung nag-praktis ako it took me almost 7 minutes. during my delivery i set aside my apprehensions and told myself.."Kaya ko 'to!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wahahahahaha!!! again...maraming beses kasi akong nabulol kanina and because of my nervousnesssssseeesss may mga lines akong nakalimutan... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;natatawa talaga ako sa sarili ko kasi para akong tuod na nakatayo sa stage...(wwwweeeeee!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;buti tapos na ako. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/8541560-114000465835334229?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/114000465835334229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=114000465835334229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114000465835334229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114000465835334229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/02/wahahahahahaha.html' title='Wahahahahahaha!!!'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-113991879052915914</id><published>2006-02-15T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T20:06:30.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY VALENTINES!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; WORD-SPACING: 0px; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;COME TO ME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#da3f69;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; WORD-SPACING: 0px; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; WORD-SPACING: 0px; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%" align="left"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;Come to me, my love, for I am ready&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; WORD-SPACING: 0px; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%" align="left"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;ready to be held in your arms&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; WORD-SPACING: 0px; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%" align="left"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;ready to be caressed by your lips&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; WORD-SPACING: 0px; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%" align="left"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;ready to feel your heart beat next to mine&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; WORD-SPACING: 0px; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#da3f69;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; WORD-SPACING: 0px; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; WORD-SPACING: 0px; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%" align="left"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;Come to me, my love, for you are willing&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; WORD-SPACING: 0px; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; WORD-SPACING: 0px; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%" align="left"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;willing to receive my touch&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; WORD-SPACING: 0px; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; WORD-SPACING: 0px; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%" align="left"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;willing to enjoy fragrant oil massage&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; WORD-SPACING: 0px; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; WORD-SPACING: 0px; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%" align="left"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;willing to melt your cares away&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; WORD-SPACING: 0px; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; WORD-SPACING: 0px; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%" align="left"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;Come to me, my love, for we are able&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; WORD-SPACING: 0px; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;able to understand each need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; WORD-SPACING: 0px; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%" align="left"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;able to express love with passion&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; WORD-SPACING: 0px; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; WORD-SPACING: 0px; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%" align="left"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;able to wish this night would never end.&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; WORD-SPACING: 0px; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%" align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; WORD-SPACING: 0px; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-113991879052915914?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/113991879052915914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=113991879052915914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113991879052915914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113991879052915914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines.html' title='HAPPY VALENTINES!!!'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-114000524663439945</id><published>2006-02-15T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T20:07:26.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things about LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Learn to love the people who are with you at present. Forget the people in the past and thank them for hurting you, which led you to love the people you have right now.&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When you love someone, you'll do crazy things you can't explain, you'll deny the truth and believe in lies. When you love someone, you sacrifice, give everything you've got and don't think twice. You risk it all no matter what.&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Everything in life is temporary because everything changes. That is why it takes courage to love, knowing it might end anytime...having faith will make it last.&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Friends are not the one who laugh when you laugh and cry when you cry. They are the ones who make you laugh and stop you from crying.&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Love is the feeling we fall in and out of, and every time we fall off, we learn to hold on tighter...hoping that next time, we may never have to let go.&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. They say when love knocks at your door, open it. But do you know that sometimes love enters through the back door and before you begin to notice it, it's on it's way out.&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever loved only to let it go? Have you ever hated someone and loved him so? Have you ever missed someone so bad it made you cry? Have you ever seen someone left alone without knowing why?True: Lucky is the man who wins the first love of a woman but luckier is the woman who wins the last love of a man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Love is not the right word to say when you feel guilty nor the right word to say when you like a person but love really matters when we share our thoughts, our minds, and our hearts...&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Life has a way of changing things but not the joy that friendship brings, for friendship is like the shining moon, makes each night a brighter one.&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Love is not for beauty or color of the skin, but for a heart that is loyal within, for beauty fades and the skin would grow old but a heart that is loyal will never turn cold.&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If someone hurts you, betrays you, or breaks your heart, forgive them for they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious to whom you open your heart.&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. A love is easy to feel, so hard to explain; so easy to get, so hard to let go; so easy to spell, so hard to define...and yet everyone is still taking the risk. That's love!&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in love in mutual weirdness and call it LOVE!&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Never be afraid to fall in love. It may hurt a lot, it may give you aches and pain, but if you don't follow your heart; in the end you will cry even more for not giving love a chance.&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Don't run ahead of God. Let Him direct your steps. He has p laosand He has His time. God's clock is never one minute early nor one minute late. It always strikes right on time.&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If someone loves you, love them back not only because they love you, but also becasue they are teaching you to love and opening your heart and eyes to things you have never seen or felt without them.&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. The past is meant to be used as a tool for the future. Bad experiences indeed make you bitter but the lessons learned should make you better.On letting go: it hurts to see someone you love happy with somebody else; but wouldn't it hurt you more to see that person unhappy...with you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. When you find arms that will hold you at your weakest, eyes that will see you at your ugliest, lips that will kiss you in both instances, and a heart that will love you at your worst, then you have found true love.&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Someday, someone might come into your life and love you in a way you always wanted. If your someday was yesterday, LEARN; if your someday is tomorrow, HOPE; if your someday is today, CHERISH.&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Let go of the hand of the person you love, but don't let go of God's hand. For when you hold on to His hand, He may be holding the person you love on the other hand, to let you hold each other again.&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Why do people say loving too much makes you stupid? It's because you'll always be wrong even if you're right. You're weak even if you're strong. You give without receiving. You cry, get pains but still say you're happy.&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How would you know if you've fallen in love real hard? It's when someone hurts you and you love him still. Then he hurts you again to find out that you love him even more...&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. We only have one heart, but there are many places in it wherein we keep every person we meet. Somebody whom we know we might never meet again, but will never be forgotten.&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Your friends are like buttons on the elevator --- they will either bring you up or take you down. Choose the people you want to call friends, but be sure to get yourself on the right floor.&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If you're afraid to love a person because of friendship, you have two choices; either tell what you feel and let love take its place or forever hide the feeling under a friendship full of pretenses.&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. It's best to wait for the one you want than settle for the one available. Best to wait for the one you love than the one who's around. Best to wait for the right one cause life's too short to be wasted on just someone.&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. If you feel love, don't lose a grip on it, you'll never know the one you let go was the one you waited for all your life.&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. We can never understand joy till we feel sorrow, faith till we're tested, peace till we're faced with conflicts, trust till we're betrayed, and love till it's gone.&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Love is not a matter of finding the right person but rather creating the right relationship. The important question is not how much love there is at the beginning but how much there is at the end.&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Sometimes no matter how secure you are in someone's arms and no matter how tightly you hold on to this person's hand, you'll find yourself falling...dangerously in love with someone else...&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. There are some who catch our site and only few who touch our hearts. Look into your heart and pursue the person you love for it's better to risk than just let love pass you by.&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. When everything seems to be unfair, when all that you do isn't appreciated, I'll take your hand, wipe away your tears, take you for a walk and tell you everything will be fine.&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Sometimes in life you find a special friend. Someone who changes your life just by being a part of it. Someone who makes you laugh till you can't stop. Someone who holds your hand and never lets you go alone in life..&lt;br /&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/8541560-114000524663439945?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/114000524663439945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=114000524663439945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114000524663439945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/114000524663439945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/02/things-about-love.html' title='things about LOVE'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-113977711441587437</id><published>2006-02-13T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T04:45:14.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEEEEELS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I bought a new pair of heeled sandals last Saturday. it's so scary using it. i'm not really used to wearing sandals. i love sneakers and slippers. i dont hate sandals, it's just that i'm more comfortable with sneakers and slippers. I'm still practicing how to walk wearing heeled sandals. i dont want "na ma-tapilok" during prom...^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey nina! here's d original pic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/uy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-113977711441587437?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/113977711441587437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=113977711441587437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113977711441587437'/><link rel='self' 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name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/Untitled-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;first animation na ginawa ko...its just very simple....beginner pa po ako...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/uy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;uy!!! valentine date ko!!! wahahahahah...lolz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;joke lng... ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8541560-113943434585141337?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/113943434585141337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=113943434585141337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113943434585141337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113943434585141337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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told me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mom: pagkuha na lang ug pamiliti nimo daan dayon ibutang imong wallet sa imong bag.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: sus dili lagi mawala akong wallet ma...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in capistrano, i paid my fare for the BonBon jeep and the driver gave me my change. i put the change of course in my wallet and then in my pocket. i am very very sure that i put my wallet back in my left pocket. &lt;em&gt;bumaba ako sa&lt;/em&gt; XU main. i saw Evette and my sister &lt;em&gt;('coz that morning 'di kami sabay umalis ng bahay)&lt;/em&gt; on the jeepney. on Evette's left side a woman was sitting with her child. i would like &lt;em&gt;sana&lt;/em&gt; to sit beside Evette, but the lady made &lt;em&gt;siksik&lt;/em&gt; to her and so i sitted beside the lady. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole scene looks like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an XUHS student... evette... the lady with her child... me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the conductor asked the lady if where &lt;em&gt;siya bababa&lt;/em&gt;. she said &lt;em&gt;sa&lt;/em&gt; Xavier Heights &lt;em&gt;daw&lt;/em&gt;. then the conductor said that they are only until XUHS and &lt;em&gt;ibababa na lang daw siya doon at ipapasakay sa ibang jeep.&lt;/em&gt; she agreed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was reading over and over my talumpati for Filipino...&lt;em&gt;biglang pumara ang babae sa&lt;/em&gt; Daba-Bacal Junction, &lt;em&gt;didto na lang daw siya&lt;/em&gt;...so i'm sitting beside evette already...we were making chikka and all...when we reached SM and i'm about to pay my fare, i was shocked that my pocket was very light. i checked my bag and the other side of my pocket, my wallet is not there. good thing my sister was there and she paid for my fare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna jump into conclusions &lt;em&gt;na yung babae ang kumuha ng wallet ko.&lt;/em&gt; pero there is a very big possibility &lt;em&gt;talaga na siya ang kumuha...pero&lt;/em&gt; there is also a possibility &lt;em&gt;na nahulog ko ito sa first jeepney na sinakyan ko. pero may napansin kasi ako sa babaeng katabi ko.&lt;/em&gt; before &lt;em&gt;ako umakyat sa Xavier heights na jeep, parang nag-aalangan siya kung saan siya pupuwesto if uupo ba ako sa kanan niya o kaliwa niya...&lt;/em&gt;as of now, &lt;em&gt;ewan, di ko alam...ayaw kong mamintang. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good thing my sister was there, she lend me P40 and Desiree paid her utang to me which is P30... at least nakapag-lunch pa ako. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;=====================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Filipino, good thing i was not called to deliver my talumpati. i still have 2 paragraphs to memorize. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In CH, maam Cathy told us if we can answer her question, we'll be exempted in the recitation of ther vernacular of six prayers...i was the last one who answered coz the bell rang already and guess what? i was able to answer maam cathy's question. it was a miracle!!! nah actually...i'll spill a little secret...i looked for the answer in the book, while others were busy answering. at first, i am hesitant to answer coz maybe its wrong...good thing its correct!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER all I'm not malas pala...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;=====================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom just called while i was typing this...i told her everything and my dad was behind me watching TV and at the same time listening to our conversation...my mom was not that angry. binalik lang niya yung sinabi niya sa akin kaninang umaga. but my dad was angry pero sandali lang naman...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/8541560-113939539041230679?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/113939539041230679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=113939539041230679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113939539041230679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113939539041230679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/02/all-while-i-thought-malas-ako-sa-araw.html' title='All the while i thought, malas ako sa araw na ito...di pala.'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-113934780459404902</id><published>2006-02-08T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T05:32:38.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VALENTINES DAY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VALENTINES DAY COUNTDOWN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta content="FrontPage.Editor.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ult-tex.net/counts/index.cgi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ult-tex.net/counts/index.cgi"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="60" alt="Valentine's Day countdown banner" src="http://ult-tex.net/counts/val/bans/06.jpg" width="468" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-113934780459404902?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/113934780459404902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=113934780459404902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113934780459404902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113934780459404902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day.html' title='VALENTINES DAY!!!'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-113934761421124490</id><published>2006-02-08T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T05:26:54.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TALUMPATI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here is my talumpati...we should memorize this one. but as of now 5:58 AM i'm still on the 5th paragraph...GOOd LUCK sa 'kin.Sana ma-memorize ko siya ASAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buhay na Nilaglag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musika marahil maituturing pag nalaman mong ang isang tao'y gustong mabuhay ng masaya at mapayapa. Ginagawa niya ang lahat at pinapahalagahan niya ang bawat segundo niya sa mundong ito. Bilang tao, wala kang karapatang wakasan ang kasiyahan ng iyong kapwa. Bawat isa ay may karapatang maging masaya at pahalagahan ang buhay niya. Ngunit gaano ba kahalaga ang buhay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagsilang, di ba isa itong magandang balita para sa lahat ng mag-anak? Pero, nakakabahala na sa ating panahon, iyong magandang balita ng pagsilang ng sanggol ay itinuturing na masamang balita ng maraming tao. Maraming tao ang takot nang magka-anak. Maraming tao ang ayaw nang magka-anak. At ito ang ugat ng iba't-ibang kasalanang ginagawa ngayon ng mga tao sa ating paligid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang pinaka-nakakasuklam na kasalanan ay ang tinatawag na aborsyon o pagpapalaglag. Marami tayong dahilan at palusot – hindi naman daw iyon tao o bata. Iyon daw ay dugo lamang, kapirasong laman lamang. Kung ganoon nga, bakit kailangang tanggalin ang dugo, ipasungkit ang laman? Iyon ay tao at alam natin iyan. Tao, na ayaw nating tanggapin at mahalin. Malaking kasalanan ang pagpatay ng sanggol sa kamay ng kanyang sariling ama at ina. Isa itong kriming walang kapatawaran. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung tutuusin, dapat walang aborsyon. Pero ngayon, maraming tao ang naghahangad lamang ng sarap ng katawan na walang kaakibat na pananagutan. "Sex without responsibility" ika nga. At tuwing papasukin ang ganitong sitwasyon, ang laging nasasangkot ay ang walang kalaban-laban na sanggol. Mga mag-asawang walang kaplano-plano sa buhay, mga kabataang nagwawala kasama ng nobyo at nobya, mga taong pumapasok sa bawal na pag-ibig. Dahil sa kapabayaan at katigasan ng puso, nadadamay ang sanggol. Marami kang makikitang mga sanggol na itinatapon sa basurahan, sa harap ng simbahan, o di naman kaya ay gilid ng mga kalsada. Ikaw ay tao lamang. Wala kang karapatang kitilin ang buhay ng isang walang kamalay-malay na sanggol. Hindi ikaw ang nagbigay ng buhay sa kanya. Ang Diyos, na nagbigay buhay sa ating lahat, ang tanging may karapatang kunin ang ating buhay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alalahanin nating bilang isang tao responsibilidad nating igalang ang ating kapwa. Kung ikaw ay gagawa ng krimeng ito, maaaring gayahin ka ng mga taong nasa iyong paligid, at higit sa lahat masasaktan ang Diyos. Mahalaga sa Diyos ang bawat buhay. Ang buhay ay galing sa kanya. Siya ang Panginoon ng buhay. Lahat tayo ay dapat magpahalaga sa buhay dahil ito ang pinakamahalagang biyaya ng Diyos sa bawat tao. Kung ipalalaglag mo ang laman sa iyong sinapupunan, walang magandang bagay na maidudulot ito sa iyo. Habang buhay ka lang magsisisi at guguluhin ng iyong konsensiya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayong isa ka nang ina, may pananagutan ka. Huwag maging duwag. Walang mangyayari sa buhay mo kung ika'y iiyak at magmumumuk sa isang tabi. Huli na ang lahat para sa panunumbat. Nariyan na iyan sa sinapupunan mo ang buhay. Pinasok mo ang sarili mo sa sitwasyong iyan kaya panindigan mo ang nangyari sa iyo. Huwag kang matakot at mahiya. Magdiwang ka at ipagbunyi mo ang pagiging instrumento mo ng buhay. Huwag mong intindihin kung ano ang sasabihin ng ibang tao. Ipakita mo sa kanila na ika'y responsable at hindi ka takot na ipagpatuloy ang buhay. Bigyan mo nang pagkakataong malasap ng iyong anak ng sarap ng buhay at ang kahalagahan nito. Hayaan mo siyang matuto at palakihin mo siya ng puno ng pagmamahal. Gabayan at samahan mo siya sa paglaki niya. Huwag mong ipagkait ang buhay na hindi kailanman ipinagkait sa iyo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagbubunyi tayo dahil sa pagsilang ng isang sanggol na naging pag-asa ng mundo. Ang paalala sa atin ng Diyos ay patuloy nating pahalagahan ang buhay na kaloob niya. At magsaya sa bawat kaloob niyang buhay. Hilingin natin sa Panginoon na maunawaan nating lubos ang kanyang kalooban para sa tunay na pagmamahalan upang lagi nating tanggapin at mahalin ang bawat buhay sa paligid natin.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/8541560-113934761421124490?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/113934761421124490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=113934761421124490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113934761421124490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113934761421124490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/02/talumpati.html' title='TALUMPATI'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-113923422614950677</id><published>2006-02-07T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T21:57:06.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forget it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yah i know 'tis been along time since i updated my blog. i know youre sick of reading over and over again that i was busy and all that stuff...okey this time i must admit i am not that busy. its just me being so lazy. i am. i must admit it. but i am never lazy when it comes to bloghopping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love reading your posts guys. i mean it from the bottom of my heart. i enjoy it very much rather than typing and thinking what should i post/share. to those who know me very well, you know i'm not that good when it comes to writing and all...especially when i'm not in the mood or i dont feel like writing. i just write things when im inspired and when i cant help my thoughts from running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i wanna thank the people who have been visiting my blog and expecting to read a new post. thanks for your patience. it means a lot to me. because of it i'm motivated to type and organize my thoughts.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a while ago i said i'm lazy. if i'm not mistaken i've shared it already with my previous posts. it's true,very true. whenever my mom asks me to type something for her, i somethimes refuse and make reklamos. in the end, it'll always turn out that i'm the loser (haaay--dapat igalang ang magulang -_-). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heto na naman ako....kahit ano na ang pumapasok sa utak ko. i really find it hard to organize my thoughts that is when reading my essays you'll get the impression of "what is she trying to say?" or "ano daw?!".it would be a very big accomplishment for myself if i get to compose a very clear essay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nasisiraan na talaga ako. promise! a while ago i have this tons of opinions and ideas that i wanna share but now...my mind is totally blank. see? that's why i always update my blog late. im spending a long time reminiscing (inis na talaga ako!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess by this time ayaw nyo nang magpatuloy magbasa. it's fine with me. i dont wanna force people in doing things that they dont like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayz, i found a solution to my "lazy attitude" problem. i found a new blog. a blog that will always be open. a blog that i have created and designed creatively. its with me all the time. no need to update and type for it already knows what's happening in my life. my not actually new blog (because it's with me since birth) is myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with it i'm comfortable and secured. i get to share everything without a void that's hindering me from everything. sometimes when i blog i'm hesitant to share and express what i truly feel. even when im talking to people, i'm sometimes afraid and a force is pulling away from expressing my heart out! only few people knew about my feelings.i dunno why i'm afraid. maybe i'm just scared of what others might say or do. i dont want to disappoint people and i dont want them to think bad about me. i know! i cant please everyone. i know! i should not be affected by what others might think about me. they dont know me. who are they to judge me? but a person is a social being. he/she should be sensitive of the feeling of others!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i really dont...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just forget everything i've shared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........................................&lt;br /&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/8541560-113923422614950677?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/113923422614950677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=113923422614950677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113923422614950677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113923422614950677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/02/forget-it.html' title='forget it'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-113818797358275310</id><published>2006-01-26T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T19:19:33.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts that i shared</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I dunno if there is something i should share. what will i share? my life is not that very exciting. i have a very simple life. i don't ask for much. all i want is for everyone to be happy and loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school? im doing fine. i'm now very eager to listen to Mr. Gomez with all his corny jokes and his sleepy lessons. i'm trying to be awake though while he's discussing, it's just that cant help of being sleepy during chemistry time.i dunno what's with Sir Gomez, i think he has this power to drain your energy while he's talking with you. but he's a very good teacher. he has this excellent memory. i just hope i wont fail my chemistry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for my other subjects, i just have to finish my projects before they are due. i dont wanna end up cramming. "ayoko na talaga mag-cram. nakakaloka siya at nakakapagod". 2005 is 2005. its already 2006. new year means new life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah...i just remembered i really have lots of things to share but its just i'm tired. i'm suppose to post something here last dec 25, 2005 &amp;amp; jan 1, 2006 about my xmas and new year experience which are very haunting especially my xmas. i really wont forget that day: DECEMBER 25, 2005 at 1:30-3:00 pm (*giggles*). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else?...lets see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about the upcoming prom? yeah i guess i'm already excited. its a once in a lifetime event that is why i'm hoping it'll be a night to remember for everyone. i'll be seeing the dressmaker this saturday. i cant wait to see my finished gown (wooohoooo :D ). i think i've already shared that my prom partner is Miguel B. a very good friend of mine. i would like to say SORRY to yam and connie. i really did appreciated your effort. as in THANK YOU "talaga". "dinamay niyo pa talaga pati si Desiree :) ". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i planned to invite my cuzin if ever no one would invite me out but here comes miguel. yah i know prom is a once in a lifetime event and you should be with someone special and everything... but i really dont care whom im going out with for my prom for as long as the person i am with is fun to talk to and would really make me laugh and all... i dont want my night to be boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else?..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister? she's fine. after more than 10 days of being isolated with people, she's finally back to the real world. she already attended classes today. she's very happy 'coz she is finally seeing back her friends. good for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna share this short poem i wrote during our formation period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU CARE...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;communicates for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i understand every&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;single word you have uttered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because as you wrap me with your cosy arms,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i felt safe and strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;beats like mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because your presence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;means so much to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because we both&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;care for each other,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i certainly know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TRUE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/8541560-113818797358275310?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/113818797358275310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=113818797358275310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113818797358275310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113818797358275310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/01/thoughts-that-i-shared.html' title='thoughts that i shared'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-113788190178858367</id><published>2006-01-22T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T06:26:37.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sorry if i dont update often. i have this "tapulan" side of me. i'm very lazy when it comes to typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister was hospitalized for almost ten days. she got this very contagious virus that is why she needs to be isolated from the crowd. this has been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her second time to be confined in a hopsital and she's very sad and lonely. she misses school very much daw (hmmp! if i know she only misses her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barkada.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing i was not yet able to experience being confined in a hospital. i'm really scared of the (i dont how to spell it) one being "tusok" in your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hand. few years ago when i went sa hospital for a check-up i saw a little girl being tusok with that thing and she really screamed and cried that is why i am very afraid of that thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'tis been a very busy week for me. Just got my card last week. this time still i'm not an honor student. but i'm happy that my QPI went up and my grades were fine. my parents were not angry. when i gave my card to them they were like ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday (Jan. 14) we were like havin' a problem about our upcoming math jingle. comments here and "reklamos" there. Mia walked out. some of my classmates have no "paki". we were at school for about 10 hours and we wre not able to come up with something. "sayang talaga yung oras".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from monday to thursday we were so busy practicing. i always went home late and tired. but we won 2nd place. not bad right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dunno why i was happy and satisfied with the result. i guess maybe i did not expect too much about the competition. i just enjoyed our peformance even though asil got lost while singing. i really believe that competitions are not about winning but 'tis about the things you have gained on the process of practicing especially the feeling of working as a team and enjoying/treasuring every single moment of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i really had fun. promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday, chemistry time was a very unlucky time of mine. why? because was not able to pass my chem assignment and was not able to finish our quiz. damn it! i worked hard for that chem assignment and it just disappeared in one snap. haaaayyyy!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday (jan 21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom and i went to divisoria to look for a shop that is willing to sew my prom gown. then we went to look for cloth at gaisano city where i saw &lt;a href="http://www.vaninski.blogspot.com"&gt;nina&lt;/a&gt; and her mom. i'm excited already for the prom. cant wait for feb 25. i'm expecting a night to remember for my prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tatah! &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/8541560-113788190178858367?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/113788190178858367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=113788190178858367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113788190178858367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113788190178858367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/01/busy-week.html' title='busy week'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-113675170191255135</id><published>2006-01-09T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T19:39:27.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was embarassed, confused and I shared</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On my way home, nakasabay ko ang neighbor namin. I smiled but he did not smiled back. Deadma effect lang siya! I'm very sure he saw me. As in very very very sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gosh naulawan ko! Pero okey lang at least i made an effort of smiling/greeting than pretend that i did not saw him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really close with my neighbors because dili ko laagan. I'd rather stay at home and watch TV, read books or sleep. Everytime we have parties or barangay activities i dont really participate. It would really be a great MIRACLE pag nag-participate ako like last fiesta nag-EMCEE ako sa isang program (HIMALA lang talaga yun!)Unlike my mom and dad they are very active in partcipating barangay activities. I just remembered last Dec. 30,2005 our barangay had a Xmas party. My dad was inviting us to join and participate the party but i hesitated coz I dont feel like joining. And he started telling me na di daw dapat ako maging bugnutin. Dapat daw sumali ako sa kasiyahan ng komunidad coz part daw ako ng society and blah blah blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a killjoy okey! Honestly i love parties. I really do! Its just that when I don't know that much the people i am with, i don't enjoy the party. I love attending parties especially when i am with friends and whenever i'm in the mood of joining. I dont wanna be forced to attend parties. Pag ayaw ko hindi talaga ako pupunta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a few neighbors ang masasabi kong kahit papaano nakakausap ko. Konti lang nga ang bumabati sa akin e. yung mga bata before mag-haws namin ang bumabati sa akin ng "Hi Mimie!" and of course i always smile back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================================== &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just wonder why they say that life is just like a piece of cake?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder. 'Di ko siya ma-connect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================================&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List seven songs that you are into right now. No matter what the genre, wheteher they have words, or even if they're not any good, they must be songs that you're really enjoying right now. Post these instructions in your blog along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they are listening to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Average Joe - forgot the singer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. School of Rock - Jack Black &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. Long Way To The Top - Jack Black with the kids ( I love the movie School of Rock :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. True to your heart - a song in Mulan 'ata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. Ulan - Cueshe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6. Kung Wala ka - HALE (i love OPM---&gt;i'm proud to be pinoy!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7. Sandalan - 6cyclemind (they rock!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been tagged by &lt;a href="http://www.vaninski.blogspot.com"&gt;Nina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================================&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't cha know i chat early in the morning? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird noh?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird kasi ako eh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;=====================================================&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;SOS PROMDATES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nina-Dean&lt;/span&gt; (the prom king and queen!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jackie-Asil&lt;/span&gt; (mga nerd!^_^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jammy-Carlo L.&lt;/span&gt; (perfect match)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yayam-Mikki&lt;/span&gt; ('d best pair :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Connie-Edsyl&lt;/span&gt; (ehem! selos si Liana!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vachael-Jerik (&lt;/span&gt;'d pa 'ata final)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christine-Miguel B.&lt;/span&gt; (mga fashion experts! we both admire Chad Murray ^_^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/8541560-113675170191255135?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/113675170191255135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=113675170191255135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113675170191255135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113675170191255135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-was-embarassed-confused-and-i-shared_09.html' title='I was embarassed, confused and I shared'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-113654769472657101</id><published>2006-01-07T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T07:12:24.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE...LOVE...LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What a girl needs most is love. What a guy needs most is respect. The most important thing for a girl is her heart. For a guy is his ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give your man his own time and space. Let him have his time for his friends, sports, family, self and God. The relationship will grow old quickly if lagi kayong magkasama. Give him time to miss you and you’ll see how he will love you more. If the guy naman is obsessed and just wants to be with you all the time, tell him you can’t respect a “puppy” for long. Do things differently. Para kahit matagal na kayo there is always something fresh and new. Variety is the spice of life. Exciting baga?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discover something you both like to do and enjoy it TWOgether. Doon naman sa mga bagay na magkaiba ang hilig niyo, compliment each other by learning about it kahit konti. If you love someone, yung effort nyo to try will go a looooooong way to understanding him later pag may disagreement kayo. Pray with holding hands. Sounds corny right? Maybe, but it’s powerful. Pag may takot sa Diyos ang boyfriend mo kampante ka na di ka niya lolokohin, because he knows God sees everything he does in secret. Ikaw na ang magkusa that before you part after date, with hold hands and eyes closed, pray to God to bless you two. Believe me it’s effective. Kailanman di corny ang magdasal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in “MAGIC”. Kahit di minsan practical o walang logical na dahilan, o matrabaho, o sounds crazy sa iba, do sewwt little things for the one you love kahit magmukha ka ng timang. The memories will be fun to recall later in life. The corniest song or gift or letter ang laging kabog! True love brings out the best in each other. Find something good in your special someone and nurture it, encourage it and of course ENJOY it. It’s healthy to fight. Doon niyo lang maaayos ang mga differences nyo at natetest ang tatag ng relationship. Doon mo rin siya makikilala ng mabuti. Its called test of fire. What matters is how often you make bati. Mas nakakatakot yung relasyong sobrang perfect at laging masaya. One big fight and that’s it! And diba mas kilig yung malambing na may ”uy…bati na tayo…”. But don’t overdo it. Kakapagod din naman yung lagi kang manuyo at magsori. Choose the battles na papaptulan mo. The little issues, palampasin na. Don’t sweat the small stuff. Daraan sa iba’t-ibang stages ang love especially pag matagal na kayo. Grow with it. Don’t’ expect him to be like nung una. ‘Coz like a student di na ituturo sa grade 6 yung lessons sa grade2. Change will happen…you both will change and your love WILL change too. It’s up to you na lang if the change will be for the better or for the worse. Life is about growth. Grow with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When break up comes and it’s time to say goodbye, don’t doubt the love just because it didn’t last. May mga bagay sa buhay na di nagtatagal, it doesn’t mean na din a ito totoo. Some good things are just never meant to last forever. Okay lang yun. Bless the parting and move on. Expect tears, sorrow, sleepless nights and pain. Ika nga “it’s when you hurt the worse that you love the MOST.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung di ka willing masaktan, wag ka na lang magmahal. Life is a balance. And love is both holding and letting go. Know when to fight for your man and when to let him go. God will guide you kung anong dapat gawin sa kung anong sitwasyon. So dapat mataas ang signal ng langit sa cellphone ng puso mo to know his wisdom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;******got this article from my sister's friend********&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/8541560-113654769472657101?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/113654769472657101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=113654769472657101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113654769472657101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113654769472657101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2006/01/lovelovelove.html' title='LOVE...LOVE...LOVE'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-113575800579852318</id><published>2005-12-29T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T16:20:06.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAKE A CHANGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know if all of you know this but I know how to draw. It’s a special gift from God. I discovered it when I was still young. During those times my favorite drawing scene was Mr. Rising Sun with his friends the large fields and high mountains. So &lt;i&gt;bata-ot noh? &lt;/i&gt;But they were beautiful for me during those times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;During my elementary days I have joined lots of drawing competitions and eventually won some. I also tried painting before but I’m not that really good at it.&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt; Kumbaga tama lang.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now that I’ve grown up I’m more mature and learned. Teenager &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;na raw kasi.&lt;/i&gt; Sadly for a period of time I have set aside my sketching/drawing hobby because I embraced new things in life. It was just last year when I learned how to play the guitar. I’ve been also busy learning photoshop. I became somewhat focused on blogging, learning how to change templates, working with HTMLs, a little of javascripts and all. I’ve been also acquainted a little with sports (&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Konti lang naman &lt;/i&gt;‘coz &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;‘di naman kasi ako ganun ka-sporty pero &lt;/i&gt;at least I’m interested in sports kahit papaano). School kept me busy also. I’ve been meeting deadlines, working with assignments, projects and attending school activities here and there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Good thing it’s Christmas break. I now have the time to relax and have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last Tuesday when I entered my room I saw my sketch pad lying on my desk. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Biglang-bigla&lt;/i&gt; I grabbed it with my charcoal pencil. At first, I didn’t know what to draw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Parang nakakapanibago. &lt;/i&gt;I didn’t notice my yaya approaching, she said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Y: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mag-drawing ka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oo. Pero la ko ‘balo unsa ako i-drawing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Y: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Imong dagway diay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Umm…try ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually I have drawn myself many times in a row &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;pero di naman ako ang laging kinalalabasan. Minsan sobrang ganda, malayong-malayo sa ako. Minsan naman parang di mo malaman kung tao ba o&lt;/i&gt; alien? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Pero sinubukan ko pa rin.&lt;/i&gt; I did enjoy making my self-portrait &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;daw&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Okey naman ang kinalabasan. &lt;/i&gt;The shape of the face and the hair was perfect but the eyes, nose, mouth and eyebrows were not that good. Ever since &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;naman&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;yun na ang problem ko &lt;/i&gt;every time I draw. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Kahit anong gawin ko &lt;/i&gt;I can’t draw the perfect eyes, nose, mouth and eyebrows. It’ll be a miracle if ever I can draw them flawlessly.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Masarap pala ang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; pag nagdradrawing ka. Nakakaluwag ng damdamin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lots of words are being said by your work. It really corresponds to the one who made it. The feeling, emotions, character and the nature of the artist is being denoted by his work of genius. In other words your work speaks evidently of yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What if we were made perfectly by God? Perfect in a sense we don’t have flaws physically, like it’s a very perfect drawing-----like Da Vincis, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vetruvian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ano kaya ang mangyayari sa mundo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What yah think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-113575800579852318?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/113575800579852318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=113575800579852318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113575800579852318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113575800579852318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2005/12/make-change.html' title='MAKE A CHANGE'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-113511619582654557</id><published>2005-12-22T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T07:13:57.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i updated early in the mornin' to inform you guys that i'm bund for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Talisayan&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to Talisayan means no computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no computer means no internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no internet means no blog. no chat. no email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short, Boring kaayo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tatah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry christmas and a Happy New Year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pwomise new template when i get back i'm still workin with it pa kasi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;babush!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-113511619582654557?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/113511619582654557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=113511619582654557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113511619582654557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113511619582654557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2005/12/bye.html' title='BYE!'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-113511196903481538</id><published>2005-12-22T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T04:52:49.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Must Read</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hear what God says about your "LOVELIFE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everyone longs to give themselves completely to someone, to have a deep soul relationship with another, to be loved thoroughly and exclusively. But guess what God says something about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"No not until you are satisfied, fulfilled and content with being loved by Me alone, with giving yourself totally and unreserved to Me, with having an intense personal and unique realtionship with Me alone; discovering that only in Me is your satisfaction to be found, will you be capable of the perfect human realtionship that i have planned for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want you to stop planning, stop wishing, and allow me to give you the most thrilling plan existing, one that you can not imagine. i want you to have the best. Please allow me to bring it to you. You keep watching Me, expecting the greatest things. Keep experiencing and learning the things I tell you..You just have to wait. That's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't be anxious. Don't worry. Don't look around at the things others have gotten or that I’ve given them. Don't look around at the things you think you want. You just keep looking off and up to Me, or you will miss what I want to show you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And when you're ready..I'll surprise you with a love far more wonderful than any other that you would dream of. You see, until you are ready and until the one i have for you is ready, I am working even at this moment to have both of you satisfied exclusively with Me and the life I prepared for you, you won't be able to experience the LOVE that exemplifies your realtionship with Me is the PERFECT LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear ONE, I want you to have this wonderful love. I want you to see in the flash, a picture of your relationship with ME, and to enjoy materially and concretely the everlasting union of beauty, and pefection, and LOVE that i offer you with Myself. Know that I LOVE YOU utterly.&lt;br /&gt;I am GOD. Believe and be satisfied. a man's got to do what a man's got to do; what does a man ought to do? it's to DECIDE..whom to follow, what to do, what to feel, what to be. Everything in life is a matter of decision. And every decision is lifted up according to God's purpose. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters friend got this from the CFC website. I dunno what's the site though but i find this article &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;superb.&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/8541560-113511196903481538?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/113511196903481538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=113511196903481538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113511196903481538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113511196903481538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2005/12/must-read.html' title='A Must Read'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-113511125515452194</id><published>2005-12-21T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T04:41:49.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All i want for Christmas is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="en-us" equiv="Content-Language"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft FrontPage 4.0" name="GENERATOR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta content="FrontPage.Editor.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img height="101" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/a.jpg" width="340" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;a new guitar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img height="198" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/guitars.jpg" width="361" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;or a laptop computer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img height="212" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/laptop.jpg" width="337" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;digicam perhaps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img height="266" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/digicams.jpg" width="335" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;or maybe a video cam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img height="258" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/videocams.jpg" width="332" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;an ipod will do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img height="267" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/ipods.jpg" width="341" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img height="271" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/sns.jpg" width="347" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;or a new cap in replacement for&lt;br /&gt;my cap that was snatched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img height="274" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/caps.jpg" width="363" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;BUT HONESTLY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;all i want for Christmas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;is just a Christmas greeting&lt;br /&gt;through text, call, mail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img height="334" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/mpt.jpg" width="541" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;or simply an e-mail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img height="302" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/xmasmessage.jpg" width="472" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;FROM YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAVE A MERRY&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS and a prosperous New Year everyone!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-113511125515452194?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/113511125515452194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=113511125515452194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113511125515452194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113511125515452194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2005/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-is.html' title='All i want for Christmas is...'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-113482512252339359</id><published>2005-12-17T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T21:12:03.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GURL POWER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a while noh? Actually i really dunno where to start. Let me reminisce first...&lt;br /&gt;Hmm let's see...Oh last friday Dec. 9, 2005 our PE teacher told us to jogt in the oval for at least 40 rounds. Imagine 40 rounds? Golly its torture right? But then believe it or not i was able to make 40 rounds. We went to school early last Saturday morning Dec. 10, 2005. Some of my classmates don't believe me especially Daryl. he said how could a woman possibly finish 40 rounds in just 3 hours? he's actually questioning my endurance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daryl: Lam-lam...all of you were just walking around the oval and you've finished 40 rounds in just  three hours? Impossible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys for your information we are also tough. don't under estimate our abilities. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;everyone's getting excited for the prom. we've been told that the deadline for the prom partner thingy will be this coming January 15, 2006. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty sure am not gonna make it again to the honors list this time. I have this strong feeling of failing my ALgebra, Chemistry and Goemetry. Major subjects pa talaga. Haaaayy...wawa meh...huhuhuhu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna say this but i feel like giving up already.i'm tired. :(     &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/8541560-113482512252339359?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/113482512252339359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=113482512252339359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113482512252339359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113482512252339359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2005/12/gurl-power.html' title='GURL POWER!'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-113427322207720319</id><published>2005-12-11T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T11:53:42.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GET BUSY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am very busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i promise i'll update my blog after exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-113427322207720319?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/113427322207720319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=113427322207720319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113427322207720319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113427322207720319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2005/12/get-busy.html' title='GET BUSY'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-113378094805534842</id><published>2005-12-05T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T19:09:08.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A VERY BEAUTIFYL STORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This story was emailed to me by Vachael. I just wanna share it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE this story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in Milaor, Camarines Sur, there lived a fourth grader boy who would follow this route to school everyday: He has to cross the rugged plains and cross the dangerous highway where vehicles are recklessly driving to and from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once past this highway, the boy would take a short cut, passing by the Church every morning just to say Hi to God, and faithfully say his, "Magandang umaga po" in Bicol dialect. He was faithfully being watched by a Priest who was happy to find innocence so uplifting in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;"Kamusta, Andoy? Papasok ka na?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Opo padre ... "he would flash his innocent grin, the priest would be touched. He was so concerned that one day he talked to Andoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From school...", he advised "Do not cross the highway, you can pass through the Church and I can accompany you to the other side of the road...that way I can see that you are home safe...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you father ... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't you go home ... why do you stay in this church right after school?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just want to say 'Hi' to my friend, God," and the priest would leave the boy to spend time beside the altar, talking to himself, but the priest was hiding behind the altar to listen to what this boy has to say to his heavenly FATHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know my math exam was pretty bad today, but I did not cheat although my seatmate is bullying me for notes... I ate one cracker and drank my water, Itay had a bad season and all I can eat is this cracker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for this! I saw a poor kitten who was hungry and I know how he feels so I gave my last cracker to him ... funny but I am not that hungry. Look, this is my last pair of slippers ...I may have to walk barefoot next week, you see this is about to be broken... but it is okay....at least I am still going to school.... Some say we will have a hard season this month, some of my classmates have already stopped going to school .... please help them get to school again, please God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Oh, you know, Inay hit me again, it is painful, but I know this pain will pass away, at least I still have a mother.... God, you want to see my bruises? I know you can heal them.... Here... here and .... oh .blood .....I guess you knew about this one huh? Please don't be mad at Inay, she is just tired and she worries for the food in our table and my schooling that is why she hits us....Oh, I think I am in love ... there's this pretty girl in my class, her name is Anita ... do you think she will like me? Anyway, at least I know you will always like me, I don't have to be anybody just to please you, you are my very best friend! Hey your birthday is two days from now!!! Aren't you&lt;br /&gt;excited? I am! Wait till you see, I have a gift for you ..... but it is a surprise! I hope you will like it! Oooops, I have to go ..." then he stood up and calls out, "Padre, padre, I am finished talking to my friend ....you can accompany me to the other side of the road now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This routine happens everyday. Andoy never fails. Father Agaton shares this every Sunday to the people in his church because he has not seen a very pure faith and trust in God, a very positive look at negative situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Christmas day, Father Agaton was sick so he could not make it in the Church, he was sent to the hospital. The Church was left to 4 manangs who would chant the rosary in 1000 miles per hour, would not smile and would always find fault in what you do, they were also very well versed in cursing if you irritate them! They were kneeling, saying their kilometric rosary when Andoy, coming from his Christmas party,playfully dashed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello God! I ......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"P----!! (a curse) bata ka!! Alam mo nang may nagdadasal!! Alis!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Andoy was so terrified, "Where's Father Agaton? He is supposed to help me cross the street ... and to be able to cross the street I will have to pass by the back door of this church ...not only that, I have to greet Jesus. It is His birthday, I have a gift right here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Just as he was about to get the gift out of his shirt, the manang pulled his shirt and threw him out of the church. "Susmaryosep!!! (does the sign of the cross fervently) Alis kang bata ka, kung hindi matatamaan ka!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the boy had no choice but to cross the dangerous side of the road in front of the church. He crossed. A fast moving bus came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a blind curve. The boy was protecting his gift inside his shirt, so he was not looking. There was so little time. Andoy died on the spot. A lot of people crowded the poor boy, the body of a lifeless young boy .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, out of nowhere a tall man in a pure white shirt and pants, a face so mild and gentle, but with eyes full of tears... He came and carried the boy in His arms. He was crying. Curious bystanders nudged the man in white, and asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me sir, are you related to this child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know this child?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man in white, His face mourning and in agony, looked up and answered,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He was my best friend .... " was all he said. He took the badly wrapped gift in the bloody chest of the lifeless boy, and placed it near His heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood up and carried the boy away and they both disappeared in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd was curious ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Eve, Father Agaton learned of the shocking news. He visited the house, and wanted to verify about the man in white. He consulted the parents of Andoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How did you know that your son died?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A man in white brought him here." sobbed the mother. "What did he say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father answered, "He did not say anything. He was mourning. We do not know him and yet he was very lonely about our son's death, as if he knew our son very well. But there was something peaceful and unexplainable about him. He gave me my son, and then he smiled peacefully. He brushed my son's hair away from his face and kissed him on his forehead, then he whispered something..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did he say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He said to my boy..." the father began, "Thank you for the gift. I will see you soon ... you will be with me..." and the father of the boy continued, "and you know for a while, it felt so wonderful ... I cried, but I do not know why....all I know is I cried tears of joy .... I could not explain it, Father, but when that man left, something peaceful came over me, I felt a deep sense of love inside ... I could not explain the joy in my heart, I knew my boy is in heaven now but...tell me, Father, who is this man that my son talks to everyday in your church, you should know because you are always there ... except at the time of his death ......"Father Agaton suddenly felt the tears welling in his eyes, with trembling knees, he murmurred, " ... He was talking to no one but ... GOD...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love this story, please. pass this on to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did!&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/8541560-113378094805534842?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/113378094805534842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=113378094805534842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113378094805534842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113378094805534842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2005/12/very-beautifyl-story.html' title='A VERY BEAUTIFYL STORY'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-113348842607861364</id><published>2005-12-02T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T09:53:46.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...HETO NA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; WORD-SPACING: 0px; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nakakapagod ang intrams and because of it 'di na ako nakakapag-update ng blog ko. pagdating na&lt;br /&gt;pagdating ko sa bahay tulog agad. sakit pa ng katawan ko konti at umitim pa ako lalo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayz,here are some of the events that happened during the past few days na di ako nag-update&lt;br /&gt;ng blog ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#3d9c6c;"&gt;Nov. 23,2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0099ff;"&gt;INTRAMS na!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay finally intrams na tomorrow. I'm going to play soccer and softball. I'm really excited to&lt;br /&gt;play.Nanggigigil na akong maglaro. I can't wait to kick the ball...yeah boy am really excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#3d9c6c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nov. 24,2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0099ff;"&gt;Victory against Rubio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;We won against Rubio! and guess what? i'm the goal keeper. pero di naman umaabot ang bola sa 'kin.&lt;br /&gt;buti nga yun eh. 'coz medyo afraid me sa ball:). Thanks to Camille, our last man, because of her&lt;br /&gt;di umaabot ang bola sa'kin. naka-upo lang ako sa may goal(hehehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#3d9c6c;"&gt;Nov.25,2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0099ff;"&gt;MY DAd's B-Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was serenaded (mañanita?? thing) early in the morning by our neighbors. then we had a wonderful&lt;br /&gt;breakfast. Ay! b-day din pala ni Kris, classmate kow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure pero i guess this was the day that we played softball. and guess what? i was the&lt;br /&gt;pitcher.another "first time to do thingy" in my life. though we lost but i really enjoyed it! It&lt;br /&gt;was fun pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#3d9c6c;"&gt;Nov.28, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0099ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WE are The CHAMPION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;YES!!! we finally made it to the championship in soccer!!! we defeated the Gonzales peepz.&lt;br /&gt;And for the first napunta sa 'kin ang bola(yipee!) at nakuha ko siya infairness.&lt;br /&gt;and it was Yayam's first time to goal using her left foot. The boys ranked second. Okey na rin yun&lt;br /&gt;at least diba umabot sila sa championship. and besides, Intrams is not just about winning it's&lt;br /&gt;about the values you have learned along the process of the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnes and Bernard were Handcuffed c/o Nina. Connie and Kim were handcuffed too. Of course c/o yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Christine Creayla. I paid for them to be handcuffed last Nov.25 after Nina and Dean were&lt;br /&gt;handcuffed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; WORD-SPACING: 0px; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was fun!(hehehe)sayang nga eh bitin 10 minutes lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#3d9c6c;"&gt;Nov.29,2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0099ff;"&gt;BE CAREFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after buying all the things needed for our selling activity For BM. i rode na the jeepney near La&lt;br /&gt;Victoria. then the jeepney halted at Ororama to pick some passengers. i was somewhat tulala sitting then&lt;br /&gt;suddenly,parang biglang lumuwag ang pagkakasuot ng cap ko and the next thing i know wala na ang cap kow.&lt;br /&gt;nakapag-mura pa talaga ako. Sayang! sana hinabol ko yung kumuha ng cap ko pero unfortunately,&lt;br /&gt;di naman kabilisan ang takbo ko at sabi ng mom ko baka may ksama pa yung nag-snatch ng cap ko at&lt;br /&gt;may mangyari pang masama sa 'kin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yung cap pa naman yun ang gift ko sa sarili ko nung last b-day kow. Sayang talaga. pero nangyari&lt;br /&gt;na ang nangyari at tapos na yun wala na akong magagawa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Delikado na talaga ngayon kaya dapat&lt;br /&gt;mag-ingat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#3d9c6c;"&gt;Nov. 30, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0099ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CONNIES B-DAY!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gurl who found love with a guy who broke her heart but she proved that love is sweeter the&lt;br /&gt;second time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#da3f69;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CONNIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Ateneo Blue eagles joined us in our intrams closing ceremony.Gosh! ang tatangkad nila.&lt;br /&gt;konti lang kilala ko kasi if ever na nonood ako ng UAAP di ko masyado pinapansin ang player.&lt;br /&gt;i'm cheering mismo for the school.I hope di nainis si Connie sa 'kin 'coz i keep on asking her&lt;br /&gt;kung sino yan? sino yun? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#3d9c6c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dec.1, 2005&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#0099ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CUTIES EVERYWHERE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uy! December na pala.ilang araw na lang pasko na.&lt;br /&gt;nanood ako ng game played between ADDU and ADMU. as expected, panalo ang ADMU.Sana 'di dinamdam&lt;br /&gt;ng ADDU ang pagkatalo. Sana natuwa sila sa paglalaro 'coz playing with the blue eagles is an honor na for&lt;br /&gt;them diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang daming cute players. especially from SHJS-Cebu.Ang cute ni Jacobe and Blanco.They will be&lt;br /&gt;playing against our very own XUHS passarelle and varsity team. and konw what may nakita pa talaga kaming&lt;br /&gt;Otarra na player from Davao.Gulat na gulat si yayam. May newly found relative na siya from Davao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Til here...^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8541560-113348842607861364?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/113348842607861364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=113348842607861364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113348842607861364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113348842607861364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2005/12/finallyheto-na.html' title='Finally...HETO NA'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-113235165547466141</id><published>2005-11-19T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T06:07:35.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now i know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As period of days have elapsed,&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are becoming more indicative.&lt;br /&gt;Your smile makes the world linger,&lt;br /&gt;and stare in bewilderment.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone ponders why such creature smiles lovingly&lt;br /&gt;and why such eyes twinkle like the stars.&lt;br /&gt;What makes such man very delighted&lt;br /&gt;amidst life's trials?&lt;br /&gt;But as i look deeper within his eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Now I know..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;11/17/2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinagalitan kami ng aming guro sa BM na si John Paul Palad. Grabeh! ganun pala siya pag-magalit.All i know is that after he gave us our class project, some of us because there were some who were not listening(making chika) made some reklamo why naa nasad project. After that he really got pests. Then he scolded us...blah...blah..blah...:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;11/18/2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched Harry Potter the movie with my classmates. the movie has lots of revisions that made me feel a bit unsatisfied. Just a little lang naman. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8541560-113235165547466141?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/113235165547466141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=113235165547466141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113235165547466141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113235165547466141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2005/11/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-113187268809553154</id><published>2005-11-14T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T20:05:10.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAGMAHAL MULI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Song: Magmahal Muli&lt;br /&gt;Written by Sam Milby and Say Yutadco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umaasang magmamahal muli&lt;br /&gt;Ang buong akala ko'y siya na&lt;br /&gt;Kabiguan ang napala&lt;br /&gt;Paghilom ng puso'y hindi madali&lt;br /&gt;Ang malamang mahal mo'y&lt;br /&gt;Walang pag ibig sayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ref:&lt;br /&gt;Ang umasang magmahal muli&lt;br /&gt;Siyang magagawa&lt;br /&gt;Huwag hanapin ang pag-ibig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito'y darating, ito'y darating&lt;br /&gt;Ito'y darating sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang sa tayo'y matuto&lt;br /&gt;Sa kabiguan natamo&lt;br /&gt;Kaya ako ay maghihintay&lt;br /&gt;Sa tunay kong mahal&lt;br /&gt;Isipin ang bukas&lt;br /&gt;At kalimutan ang nakalipas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ref:&lt;br /&gt;Ang umasang magmahal muli&lt;br /&gt;Siyang magagawa&lt;br /&gt;Huwag hanapin ang pag-ibig&lt;br /&gt;Ito'y darating sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aking naranasan..... ohhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;ang pagluha tulad ng sa ulan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang umasang magmahal muli&lt;br /&gt;Siyang magagawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwag hanapin ang pag-ibig&lt;br /&gt;Ito'y darating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang umasang magmahal muli&lt;br /&gt;Siyang magagawa&lt;br /&gt;Huwag hanapin ang pag-ibig&lt;br /&gt;Ito'y darating, ito'y darating&lt;br /&gt;Ito'y darating sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--END--&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/8541560-113187268809553154?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/113187268809553154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=113187268809553154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113187268809553154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113187268809553154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2005/11/magmahal-muli.html' title='MAGMAHAL MULI'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-113178134763224654</id><published>2005-11-13T08:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T15:42:27.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MODEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wanna know who's d new Pond's Model? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GET REAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to the story,the velveteen rabbit,a real person is someone who is loved by many and at the same time someone who lovs and knows herself more than any other person.it's difficult these days to get a glimpse or befriend someone that is real or true at heart. many people these days are hiding behind masks. they hide because they are afraid of being rejected by the society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky for me to get a glimpse and befriend someone whom i reagard as real.talented, intelligent, kind-heated, considerate and down to earthare the best words to use to describe her.i regard her as real for she loves the people around her more than she loves herself. she is being admired,respected,and loved by her friends and family dearly."Diday"as what her family calls her at home, is a brave gal who is not afraid of failures.she faces them with a growing spark of braveness in her heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not her genre to do crazy things just to gain the attention of the crowd.the crowd are attracted to herbecause of the remarkable things that she does.She is no other than Connie Andrea Daanoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Connie Daanoy at school is the Connie Daanoy wherever she goes be it at home or somewhere else.as what they say, "what you see is what you get".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so get real. &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/8541560-113175007554153075?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/113175007554153075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=113175007554153075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113175007554153075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113175007554153075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2005/11/get-real.html' title='GET REAL'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-113165788967506709</id><published>2005-11-11T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T07:19:28.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things to share...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"The lazy me..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night, I'm suppose to place this in my blog but then my lazy side dominated my vigorous side so...I did not update my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With French words:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can moi juste update ma bloggie demain?...crazeytin is in a very lent mood right now. She wants to say pardon!. And she's hoping that you comprendre her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--Merci!--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can i just update mah bloggie tomorrow...crazeytin is in a very sluggish mood right now. She wants to say sorry!.And she's hoping that you understand her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--Thank you!--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not quite sure about some of the french word...I can’t think of something to write so to make it longer I translated some words in French and encode the English version too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Irresponsible and stupid me..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's so very bad of me to join this certain club then quit! I really think I can't do it...no! I can do it but then I just can't lend my time to it. Stupid right?!?!? Yeah I know I'm stupid! I know I'm crazy. In the first place, why did I join that club when I can't even lend my time to it! I'm so stupid! It's very stupid of me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was during last summer when I was really enjoying writing about so many topics. Then out of thin air an idea popped in my mind saying, "join PAG-ASA". Well I did, but then ahh...I don't know. I was really so happy and proud to be joining such club. Yah! I do love to write especially when I feel like making one. But then, basta! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:D "Stupid jud ayu ko!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I am really so bad for I have not yet passed my articles for the second issue. Wanna know why? Yeah you guessed it right. My laziness subjugated me once again. Haaayyy...bad xtine! Very bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s not yet official me quitting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Real me..."...este..."Get real!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just befriend me so that you'll know...hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well actually...according, to the story, "The Velveteen Rabbit" by &lt;em&gt;I forgot the author&lt;/em&gt; to be real is to be loved. We had a sharing session during our English period about the people whom we think are real. We can get to choose from our classmates and from the outside the school people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really can't believe that Mikki our class president chose me. "Chakaness ayu!" He said he consider me as a real person for naaaa...I fogot na basta taas man 'to (not that taas actually. Tama lang) just ask him na lang. Anyways, I really enjoyed listening to my classmates judgment towards our classmates. I have learned a lot of things about some of them. I was teary eyed while I was listening to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh! I remember Mansueto saying, "&lt;em&gt;The only thing that could make something real is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Not actually the exact words but same idea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So much for love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Thrilled Juniors"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ecstatic. The best word to describe the emotion of the juniors. PROM is a few months away. We have discussed prom since the first day of being a junior. It's one of the most memorable events of being a junior, where all the gals are in their stunning gowns and the guys with their very chic tuxedo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haayyy...I dunno what to say next. I'm not that excited actually. Maybe for now, I'm 45% excited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-113165788967506709?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/113165788967506709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=113165788967506709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113165788967506709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113165788967506709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2005/11/things-to-share.html' title='things to share...'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-113119985175117105</id><published>2005-11-06T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T22:10:52.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BASA NA LANG...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm suppose to publish this earlier but i was somewhat interrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(1) VANITY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just woke up. Today is a Saturday morning and i'm tired. During breaks i usually slept late. And one of the ghastly effects of sleeping late is PIMPLES. Yup! You got it right dude, PIMPLES!!! i just ran out of fluocinonide ointment. It’s very effective and it's very cheap pa! but i guess it depends on your skin type or maybe your pimples are hereditary. In line with the pimple thing, i just a big one on my nose. i tell you it's very itchy, painful and mortifying. It's very odd why i always get a pimple on my NOSE!? of all the possible spaces on my face, why the nose?!? it is such a bothersome...(AS IN GRABEH KA ALINGASA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(2) CONNECTIONS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these past few days, i'm had trouble with our net connections. actually 'till now. If ever i'm connected already it gets disconnected after a few seconds. like last night, i was in the middle of a very good chat conversation with Jackie and jeda and someone who just pm me, then suddenly i got disconnected. Every time i reconnect the same thing happens so i just brought an end to my plea of chatting and surfing the net.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umalis po ako ngayong araw na ito. nagkita kami ng mga kaklase ko kanina. na-miss ko talaga sila. nanood kami ng basketball game. we cheered. we did not jeered. kaso talo naman ang Ateneo de Cagayan. Kainis talaga nawala tuloy golden voice ko sa kaka-sigaw kanina. In fairness ang daming cute! especially from ateneo de Zamboanga University hehehehehe....:) Ei yayam! if you happened to drop by, may guy from davao who has a cute pair of rubber shoes. ang color kay silver, white, and naay shade of orange basta cute kaayo ang iyang shoes. Ei! Ninz, si Yaba-dabadoo...iyang shoes ka-color sa ako blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inaantok na ako...it's already 10:30pm...till here muna i'll continue my chika tomorrow...:P&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/8541560-113119985175117105?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/113119985175117105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=113119985175117105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113119985175117105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113119985175117105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2005/11/basa-na-lang.html' title='BASA NA LANG...'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-113106173094109310</id><published>2005-11-05T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T07:48:50.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOOORRRIIIINNGGGGNNNEEESSSS?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this had beed a very busy yet boring sem-break for me. busy in a sense that piled assignments and projects needs to be finished and boring because i dont get a chance to go downtown and have some fun or whenever i chat, my friends are not there. but this doesnt mean i wanna go back to that four-walled classroom and have my problems doubled or even tripled.but at the same time i miss my classmates,friends and of course my crushes :D way back at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i have just finished reading Noil me Tangere and the story was really great that i even told my sister,Dyan to read it and make it her book report for Filipino.but she told me &lt;em&gt;"pangit daw" ni hindi pa nga niya nababasa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;last night i bought three books from a book sale (P35 each) for my book report in english.i'm getting crazy because i don't know what story am going to pick and im afraid i wont be able to finish it on time or what if maam Pearl wont accept my book.(Haay!)i'm getting crazier everytime i think about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;would someone be so kind to lend me a book if ever maam Pearl won't accept my book.but i really hope she will accept my book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my &lt;em&gt;mamita&lt;/em&gt; and my brother are leaving today they are bound for Surigao to attend a camping (Kid's For Christ).they'll be back by Sunday leaving us with lots of chocolates in the fridge which i'm pretty sure would just vanished a minute or two from now(hehehe).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate my sister!!!(for now...no...Forever!!!...just kidding :P) she keeps on uttering this phrase:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dyan&lt;em&gt;:"Dugaya pa mag monday uy! gi-mingaw nko sa akong mga friends."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;she really miss her "&lt;em&gt;barkada"&lt;/em&gt; that they keep on chitchatting on the phone like there is no tomorrow and because of that i cant access to the internet.it's really annoying.why dont she try to be like me...making &lt;em&gt;telebabad&lt;/em&gt; is not my genre &lt;em&gt;(chaka! :D).&lt;/em&gt;i'm not kidding...i really mean it i dont make &lt;em&gt;telebabads&lt;/em&gt; at all unless...never mind (smiles).and another thing!if my sister and her friends are not making &lt;em&gt;telebabad&lt;/em&gt;...they texts and texts as if it'll be the last.and texting is really very bad know that?because she keeps on asking for load!and my gosh that's another unnecessary gastos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;why am i sharing this to you?hehehehehe...maybe its the effect of the &lt;em&gt;"boringness"&lt;/em&gt; of sem-break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wahahahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&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/8541560-113106173094109310?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/113106173094109310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=113106173094109310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113106173094109310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113106173094109310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2005/11/boooorrriiiinnggggnnneeessss.html' title='BOOOORRRIIIINNGGGGNNNEEESSSS?!'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-113050620516011994</id><published>2005-10-29T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T21:30:05.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get crazy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhooooooooo!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally sem-break na! I’m soooooo hhhhaaaapppyyyy because at last I can finally get some rest from all the school's "chuvaness", but only in my dreams. How i really wish I can finally get some rest after all the tiring and nerve-racking school activities we had. But it’s just so unfortunate of us to be followed by such annoying and killjoy assignments and projects. These things are spoiling my plea of doing other exciting, adventurous and wonderful things this sem-break. Why can't the teachers understand how very tiring and annoying it is to be given lots of assignments during your break!!!???...argh..."alingasa kaayo!". Tan-awa dli ko ka-uban sa Talisayan…pero it’s ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Plans for sem-break:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1)  To finish all the assignments our teacher had given us.&lt;br /&gt;(2)  To start making our projects…&lt;br /&gt;(3)  To die reading my “undecided” book for my book report for English.&lt;br /&gt;(4)  Maging makabayan at magbasa ng Noli.&lt;br /&gt;(5)  In short, ang main goal ko dis sem-break is magpaka-baliw sa pagtapos ng mga assignments at projects! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, I wanna wish the varsity and passerele good luck for their upcoming games!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8541560-113050620516011994?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/113050620516011994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=113050620516011994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113050620516011994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113050620516011994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2005/10/get-crazy.html' title='get crazy!'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-113035862519139513</id><published>2005-10-27T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T04:30:25.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...........................................</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just got my card last week and I forgot to tell you that. Same as last quarter, again, I did not make it to the honors list. But I’m not that disappointed like before. I have accepted my fate and besides, I have realized that there is more to life than just being good in school and be marked as an "honor student". I have found more interesting things that will make me happier and proud. But this doesn't mean that I'm giving up my fight! Of course I would still strive hard for me not to fail and to be on the honor's list, it's just that it's not already my "pinaka-major" priority in life. And good news my parents were not angry about it!!! (Yahoo!) And guess what?! My mom even bought me a new pair of shoes. I was really at peace knowing that they were not angry. But I really do hope I can make it this third quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all! Thank you! &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/8541560-113035862519139513?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/113035862519139513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=113035862519139513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113035862519139513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113035862519139513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_27.html' title='...........................................'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-113006650547054493</id><published>2005-10-24T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T19:21:45.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Immersion experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finally immersion was over. It's quit tiring though we havent done that much in Pagalungan, Lumbia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Two hours before our immersion, i was very nervous. my heart was really beating fastly. Maybe i was excited or nervous because i really dont know what will happen during our stay in Pagalungan, Lumbia. God is really so good for my foster family were very hospitable and so generous. They did not let us work. even if we insist in doing so still they really dont want us to help them. During our first day, our sister Elai, toured us. We went to the "suba" then we went sa "videokehan". I really had fun sa "suba", we were splashing water here and there and we threw stones in the water so that Asil will get wet and the poor guy really got wet hehehehe. And he said, "Bastos kaayo mo!"----&gt;Sheena style. Rachel and i slept late during our first night. We had chika for a while. She promised me three things: (1) She will go home early from school (2) She won't drown herself in drinking beer (3) She won't have two boyfriends at the same time----&gt;she'll stick to one na daw. (actually she promised me lots of things but these three are the ones i remembered.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday, our foster mom told us that we could go anywhere we want. So we went to the farther part of the "suba" then we had some fresh buko juice. We used to do it in Talisayan whenever my cousins from Manila arrives but it was really fun doing it with my new found friends. It was tiring crossing the "suba" because the current was strong but i really enjoyed it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left, we gave our token to our family (pillows and a towel). Our family was delighted with our token. Rachel and I were pleased that we were able to make them happy. In return our foster family gave us "buko" for us to bring home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My realization: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Appreciating simple things in life makes one happy and contented."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I won't forget such experience! PROMISE! &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/8541560-113006650547054493?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/113006650547054493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=113006650547054493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113006650547054493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/113006650547054493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2005/10/immersion-experience.html' title='Immersion experience'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-112972285545295786</id><published>2005-10-20T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T19:54:15.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ALCHEMIST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;          I'm currently reading the book "The Alchemist" written by one of the greatest writer ever existed on earth, Paulo Coelho. His novels are must read novels. The simplicity of his novels has inspired millions of delighted readers around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          I wanna share with you a portion of the Prologue of the story though I know lots of people have read the book, but still I wanna address this to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He said that when Narcissus died, the goddesses of the forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you weep?" the goddesses asked.&lt;br /&gt;"I weep for Narcissus," the lake replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, it’s no surprise that you weep for Narcissus," they said, "for though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand."&lt;br /&gt;"But...was Narcissus beautiful?" the lake asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Who better than you to know that?" the goddesses said in wonder. "After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!"&lt;br /&gt;The lake was silent for some time. Finally it said:&lt;br /&gt;"I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it nice? The book is full of inspiring quotes. I want to share it to you guys for they are very poignant, a deeply moving novel I must say, although I’m not yet done reading the book, but I can already foresee how beautiful it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I’m really excited for our immersion but at the same time nervous. I can’t foresee what will happen during our immersion but I really hope that it’ll be exciting, memorable and it will help us to develop into being fully men and women for others.  &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/8541560-112972285545295786?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/112972285545295786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=112972285545295786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/112972285545295786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/112972285545295786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2005/10/alchemist.html' title='THE ALCHEMIST'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-112955591667499208</id><published>2005-10-18T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T21:32:46.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lumbia...here i come!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yes! am joining our class immersion!!! finally pumayag na si mamita!!! YES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHHAAH....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A miracle just happened during our Algebra period. I got na may test paper and guess what? Pumasa ako!!! yehey!!! I am really so happy...la lng! i can breathe na talaga...yung Geometry na lng ang inaantay ko and the result of our retest in Chemistry. O Lord! thanks talaga at pumasa ako sa Algebra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Am trying na na di-makatulog sa mga afternoon class ko especially Chemistry. And infairness naiintindihan ko na ang lessons namin. What an improvement talaga this third quarter. Happy ako for myself for such an accomplishment, sana magpatuloy. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mabait ako today, gumawa ako ng rosary...hehehehe...required kasi eh for C.H. ibibigay daw sa mga preso(tama ba?). gumawa pa ako ng guide (Visayan xa). Here is the cover page:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta content="FrontPage.Editor.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/rosarycopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'till here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-112955591667499208?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/112955591667499208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=112955591667499208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/112955591667499208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/112955591667499208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2005/10/lumbiahere-i-come.html' title='Lumbia...here i come!!'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-112903323744425426</id><published>2005-10-12T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T05:21:29.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....................................</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Haaayy...we had na our new sitting arrangement. And I'm sitted sa second to the last row, third column (from Ramon's seat). Okey lang ako sa sit ko 'coz sitted to my left is Connie, at my right is Ace, in front of me is Cesar and behind me is Teresa...O dba powerhouse? (wala'y mupalag!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result of my exams were not that bad basta pumasa okey na!...Busy na kami masyado kahit kaka-umpisa pa lang namin nang third quarter. Huhuhuuhu...maybe were not going to have our class outing...huhuhuhuhuhuhu...: (...GUSTO KO NAA!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohh...i just remembered the Ogilvians(boys) invited us, the Pigz(boys) for a basket ball match dis friday...Bro. Bong will be playing with the Ogilvians while Pari Xrysz will be playing wid da Pigz. I tell yah people we are going to win...NO DOUBT about it...as in am 100% sure!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GO PIGNATELLI!!!GO PIGNATELLI!!!GO PIGNATELLI!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy today because we got a perfect grade for our SOCIAL STUDIES project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/26d5b5ec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is the poster i made. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the frontpage of our brochure (soon)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanna share something with you people. It's something that i wrote last June...la lng...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;REBOUND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In basketball, whenever a player fails to shoot a ball, he tries to get the rebound and tries to shoot again. He never give up, he tries and tries until he will be able to shoot the ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In our life, especially when problems starts to enter, our usual reactions are: “Sus, problema na sad!”---“Unsaon na lang ni nako?”---“Unsa man akong buhaton?”…and…blah..blah..blah… Some of us start to worry on how to solve our problems. A number of us get big eye bugs due to crying and some go crazy of thinking about problems over and over again. But the worst thing is some people are committing suicide, ‘coz they think that the only solution to their problem is DEATH. But hey! Before you commit suicide, please read this article for a while and start reflecting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think we all know that problems are part of our life. We can’t do anything to avoid it. But hey! We can do something to work it out, right??? I think you may wonder why we have problems, always remember that, "You create your life with each choice you make." In short, our problems depend on the choices we make.&lt;br /&gt;Problems can be solve in many ways, though some takes a long time to be solved, but at least it’s better than avoiding your problems and carrying it for the rest of your life. Anyway, one-way of solving your problem is through self-motivation. Encourage yourselves and be strong. Be mature and don’t be too depressed. Depression can interfere with our ability to function, in a way we are not able to do things properly. Be optimistic and tell yourself that everything is going to be back to normal again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sharing it to your friends is also another way of solving ones problem. Discuss your feelings with them; this will help you relieve a great deal of pressure. Don’t be afraid of tears, tears are natural; it’s a healthy way of releasing intense emotions. But be sure that you discuss your troubles with your TRUE friends. However don’t be too dependent on them because they too have problems of their own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But if you wanna talk to people who are more mature and whom you think can help you a lot, you can seek advice from your teacher, spiritual adviser or your guidance councilor. Maybe they can give you a lot of advices because they are mature enough and they have experienced a lot of things in life. Even your parents can help you. They are the people who know and understand you best. Yet, if your problem involves your parents, you can still talk and ask them so that you will be able to work things out without seeking for others help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;However if you don’t want others to know your problems, you know that there is always someone who is willing to help you. God is always at our side, you can ask for guidance from him ‘coz he is always willing to listen and help you. God is so powerful that he can do all things for as long as you have faith in him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Always remember that everything happens for a reason. Do not lose hope. Be tough and mature in facing challenges in life. DEATH is not the solution to your problems; it’s only a stupid way of showing that you’re a COWARD and that you cannot stand on your own feet. You know what? A lot of people are striving hard to survive in this world and yet here you are wasting it for a very senseless reason. Life has a lot of things to offer for you and me. Never give up and always remember, whenever your down always manage to REBOUND. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wahahahahhhh...nyahahahahhahahhaha...babush!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-112903323744425426?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/112903323744425426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=112903323744425426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/112903323744425426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/112903323744425426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title='....................................'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-112886650682666789</id><published>2005-10-10T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T05:26:12.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehehehehehehe....ble!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hope my classmates won't kill me for doing this...hehehehehehehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/pigboys.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b86/crazeytin/pigboys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HERE is THE STORY ABOUT THE PIC...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http:&gt;Kris: Pwede nako mahimo model?&lt;br /&gt;Charles: No comment...&lt;br /&gt;Huu: Ble! bye am going na sa 'tate.&lt;br /&gt;Cesar: lain ayu ka Huu...ma-sad jud ko pag-muhawa ka.&lt;br /&gt;Kim: huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph: (singing) lakas tama ako'y nawawala....nawawala ang isip ko pag nakikita si suman!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle: Hi!&lt;br /&gt;Paolo: Unsa Danielle?&lt;br /&gt;Reb-reb: Paolo bungol...ingon si Danielle,"Hi!" daw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edsyl: Ahhh....so E=mc(2) diay...n den...so...the...&lt;br /&gt;Mikki: Ble! Nerd jud ayu ka-Eds!!!...bsta ako gwapo walay mu-palag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dean: (singing) Ilang tagay na hindi pa rin tulog...o bakit ganito ang pag-ibig...&lt;br /&gt;Daryl: Ble Dean! Nina is mine...Ei Bryan, don't tell Mikki ha!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bryan: wahahahahahaha....hihihihihih....nyahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramon: Peace to you all!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bernard: Say Cheese!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miguel: Hay! naku all i can say is dat i'm the fairest of them all!&lt;br /&gt;Asil: umm...excuse me...i would like to thank my sponsors...lacoste for my shirt...nike for my shoes...&lt;br /&gt;Mansueto: Hmmmpp!...&lt;br /&gt;Jerik: lolz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE YAH PIGZ!!!&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/8541560-112886650682666789?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/112886650682666789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=112886650682666789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/112886650682666789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/112886650682666789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2005/10/heheheheheheheble.html' title='Hehehehehehehe....ble!'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-112874303273440508</id><published>2005-10-09T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T11:43:52.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXAMS ARE FINALLY OVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haaayyy...finally exam's over!!! what a relief! ngayon pa ako nag-update 'coz i made pa our brochure project in SS...........................kanina ko pa xa natapos actually nakatulog kasi ako last night. I hope magustuhan ni maam Shan at ng mga ka-group ko.......It has been a very busy week. pero ngayon pa-relax relax na muna while waiting for the results of the exams though i'm kinda nervous because the result of my exam might not turn out that good... pero i really hope na hindi ako bumagsak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i have a new poem...i'ts our projet in english...here it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REALITY HURTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We’ve known each other for quite some time now,&lt;br /&gt;Through all the sadness and the happiness,&lt;br /&gt;We have shared for many times in a row,&lt;br /&gt;These have brought our lives so much more than bliss.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing someone is always by my side&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel that I am very special&lt;br /&gt;But in this life where things tends to divide&lt;br /&gt;Due to the, what they call our life’s trial&lt;br /&gt;Out of thin air, you left me in the night&lt;br /&gt;Dumbfound as tears starts rolling down thy cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Oh why? I thought our love was worth a fight&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m stuck in this infinite abyss&lt;br /&gt;I guess now is the time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I’ll accept thy will though it’s hard to live by. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanna's (my seatmate) reaction was,"ahh...how sad!"...is it really that sad? i wonder...anywayz, maybe di ko na maging seatmate si Hanna dis 3rd qtr. for Fr. Xrysz will be the one who will make our seat plan...i just hope 'di niya ako ilagay sa likod coz d na ako makakita ng ganun ka linaw and di sana niya ako itabi sa mga madaldal na tao...hehehehe...Hi father!!! &lt;---- if ever nagbabasa ka nagyon ng blog ko :). Masaya ako di past few days....bakit?!?....secret...ble....d ko sasabihin...hehehehehehe...actually, la lng! hahahahahah...wakekekekekekeke....lolz! i'm just praying to God everyday na..to make my day very happy and fruitful. although di talaga nawawala yung mga problems sa buhay...its really a fact...pero kahit papaano huwag naman sana nating kalimutan ngumiti. Kaya nagpapasalamat ako sa Panginoon dahil binigyan niya ako ng mga classmates and friends na grabe ang level ng ka-kornihan...kasi dahil sa mga korni jokes nila everyday, napapangiti ako! THANKS PEOPLE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;till here muna...i guess it's quite long nah...BYE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541560-112874303273440508?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/112874303273440508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=112874303273440508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/112874303273440508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/112874303273440508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2005/10/exams-are-finally-over.html' title='EXAMS ARE FINALLY OVER!'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541560.post-112821220843123871</id><published>2005-10-02T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T10:35:12.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kawawa nman ang blog ko ilang araw na ba akong di nakakapag-update?? pasensiya na. i've been busy kasi for this past few days. and daming school activities. pano ba naman kasi magtatapos na kasi ang 2nd qtr. and exams na namin dis coming October 5,6,&amp;amp;7. Haaayyy...kakapagod pero kaya pa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Noong isang araw habang ak'oy nakasakay sa jeep, ang aking isipan ay naglalakbay marami akong mga bagay na na-realize. Nitong nakaraang mga araw naging selfish ako. diba pag-group work dapat naghahati kayo sa mga bagay na dapat gawin. Pero in my case, halos inangkin ko na lahat ng mga bagay na dapit gawin. Kasi minsan sa tingin ko di niya kaya kaya ako na lang. Hindi naman ibig sabihin noon ay wala akong tiwala sa taong iyon pero....ewan ba't ba ako ganio. tuloy nagiging dependent na ang iba o di naman kaya nawawalan ng kumpiyansa sa sarili. Ang SAMA ko talaga. Ni hindi ko namamalayan na marami pa lang ang nasasaktan sa ginagawa ko. Tulad ng parents ko. kasi late na kung akoy matulog kaya natatakot sila at nagagambala na baka dahil dito di ko natutu-unan ng pansin ang pag-aaral ko. Minsan natutulog na din sila ng late especially si mama kasi baka daw makatulog ako sa sala at lamukin ako. Dahil nga sa pagtulog ko ng late ay bumili na ng vitamins si mama. putol-putol nga kung ako'y makatulog ngayon. Inaantok nga ako minsan sa school e : ). medyo sumakit ang katawan ko nung umuwi na ako last friday ang dami ko kasing dala pa-uwi nag-play kasi kami sa Social studies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Medyo nanganganib ako ngayong 2nd qtr. feeling ko na naman kasi di ako magiging honor student uli : (. ayaw kong mangyari yun kasi madi-disappoint ulit sila at ayaw kung mangyari yun kasi alam ko masakit at ayaw kong makadagdag ng aalahanin nila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;May maganda at mahalaga akong natutunan nitong nakaraang araw...Diba sa buhay nating ito marami tayong nakikilalang tao. Marahil ang iba sa kanila ay matagal na ninyong kakilala o naging isang malaking parte na ng buhay ninyo. ang iba naman sa kaunting panahon niyo pa nakakasama at hindi pa ninyo masyadong kakilala. Pero sa kaso ko, ang taong ito ay di pa naman masydo ganun ka-tagal ko siyang nakilala pero Isang Napakalaking parte ng buhay ko ang kanyang nabago. Dahil sa kanya marami akong na-realize na mga bagay. pina-iyak niya ako ng maraming beses...pero nagpapasalamat ako sa kanya ng malaki dahil marami akong natutunan sa kanya at marami siyang naitulong sa akin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because of that person, i have learned to appreciate the people around me...even the people whom i have met in a short period of time. That person have touched my life so much.&lt;br /&gt;Kaya kayo huwag ninyong i-ignore ang mga taong nasa paligid ninyo, kahit na sa maikling panahon mo pa sila nakikilala baka kasi sila pa ang mga taong tutulong sayo sa pinaka-down moment mo sa iyong buhay o sila pa ang magbabago ng takbo ng iyong buhay.&lt;br /&gt;Kaya SALAMAT ng malaki sa taong iyon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i wont be updating my blog siguro this week.... after exams na maybe.&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/8541560-112821220843123871?l=crazeytin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/feeds/112821220843123871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541560&amp;postID=112821220843123871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/112821220843123871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541560/posts/default/112821220843123871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazeytin.blogspot.com/2005/10/thank-you.html' title='THANK YOU!'/><author><name>crazeytin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12953695940488390525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3ZVKza8z7I/SVnAcaaGHMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qWDG2fwckGM/S220/Element344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
