<?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-26721291</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:40:33.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay nako. Tsss.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-2108007616528996793</id><published>2010-01-25T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:34:50.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/RsQKtxr-cNI/AAAAAAAAADs/B2vNoqXTTjs/s1600-h/violet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/RsQKtxr-cNI/AAAAAAAAADs/B2vNoqXTTjs/s320/violet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099212459638419666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I even took out the archives. haha. So there. BYE!&lt;/span&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/26721291-2108007616528996793?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/2108007616528996793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=2108007616528996793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/2108007616528996793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/2108007616528996793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/1988/01/yes-its-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/RsQKtxr-cNI/AAAAAAAAADs/B2vNoqXTTjs/s72-c/violet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-3274176740003292314</id><published>2007-06-18T18:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:33:53.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>NAGUGULUHAN TALAGA AKO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shall I do? Do I even do anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confuuuuuuusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whyyyyyy. Why oh why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-3274176740003292314?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/3274176740003292314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=3274176740003292314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/3274176740003292314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/3274176740003292314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-7295891021287756346</id><published>2007-06-14T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:34:53.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZERO in the scale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay since Im using this old laptop with very slow dial-up internet I can't seem to open my lj account, which is what Im currently using as my emotional trash bin. (Especially that it has a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friends Only&lt;/span&gt; option) You know, besides friends. I'm not really sure if this laptop is the reason, buuuut, this lj thing has already happened twice. So, I guess so. Hello blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I feel so sucky now. Right about now. What made my day though was History 18.1! Haha whatta dork. Our professor seem to be really good. And besides that's what everyones says. Oh two more things. Im classmates with Yumi in econ (!) and I got a ride with juico. I think that 20 second drive on the way under the overpass which turned to a 10 minute one because of the shit traffic was meant to be, juics. Haha. Because we like, needed to talk. And actually, bitin pa yun I zwear. It is fluctuating again and now it is zero in my scale. Zero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDY TIME!&lt;br /&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/26721291-7295891021287756346?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/7295891021287756346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=7295891021287756346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/7295891021287756346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/7295891021287756346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/06/zero-in-scale.html' title='ZERO in the scale'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-3119987060355096222</id><published>2007-05-28T14:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:35:29.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surrender</title><content type='html'>Online enlistment for the seniors was not a walk in the park like it imposed to be. It was hell. Many have become very sabaw. Many, have made up pick up lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guy: ang papangit ng mga schedules natin 'no?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girl: oo nge eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guy: pero buti ka pa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girl: ha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guy: maganda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, Im kinda scared of our own online enlistment.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/26721291-3119987060355096222?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/3119987060355096222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=3119987060355096222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/3119987060355096222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/3119987060355096222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/05/surrender.html' title='surrender'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-3549634918360019298</id><published>2007-05-28T11:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:35:47.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul</title><content type='html'>Thanks a lot to summer classes and the very unpredictable weather changes i am sick. Andeng is right, kaming mga nagssummer classes dapat may medal. Haha. I hate this. I hate how I feel Uyy, DM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i just say, I understood only about 50% of the story of Pirates. I couldn't follow them at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we went to Trinoma. It wasn't completely done yet, but like the usual Pinoy Capitalists, they've opened the mall already to rob people of their time and money. Guess what, it was jam packed. Kulang na lang tanungin ko, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sino ba ang tutugtog? May concert?&lt;/span&gt; Meron actually, si Strawberry Shortcake. You don't know her? Loser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ba puro mall na lang ang meron dito sa Pilipinas??? Puro SM na lang. I bet within any 20 meter radius (or err, basta maliit, Im not even good at math so isipin mo maliit. my point is maliit) here in the Philippines, there would be a SM lurking around somewhere. One jeepney ride -- SM. One train ride -- SM. One trike -- SM. Alam mo yun, aren't there anything we can do that does not include walking around in circles hoping to buy that oh-so-nice bag with an oh-so-nice price you saw in the store before this store? Like what I said in joanna's lj, konti na lang hindi na Philippines ang tawag sa Pilipinas, SM na. Tapos yung capital, MOA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;Sick &amp;amp; Tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us feed our soul.  And so, let me share. Watch watch! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xTNXrkBSp_o"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xTNXrkBSp_o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-3549634918360019298?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/3549634918360019298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=3549634918360019298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/3549634918360019298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/3549634918360019298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/05/thanks-lot-to-summer-classes-and-very.html' title='Soul'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-8263097867880477598</id><published>2007-05-27T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:36:01.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once every ten years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...a large price to pay for the things that has been done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or something some kinda like that. But...once every ten years? Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I only understood about 50% of the story of Pirates of the Caribbean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-8263097867880477598?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/8263097867880477598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=8263097867880477598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/8263097867880477598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/8263097867880477598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/05/once-every-ten-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-5019134450591041153</id><published>2007-05-25T02:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:52:03.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemon Tree</title><content type='html'>Wow, today I felt like I took a field trip of a litle bit of quezon city because of all the places ia, marie, marie's mom and i went to for this fil final project. Gracias to marie's mom for the ride, because if we commuted all the way, I don't think I would have the energy to stay up until now, which is 15 to 3 in the morning to finish this demet final project for fil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, or should i say, earlier today, i slept at around 4:30 doing stuff for fil . I slept for about 4 hours. ;) Haha. The night before that, I wasn't able to sleep at all also, thanks a lot to the huge cup of Figaro I drank (because of all the stressing over fil paper, spanishLT, and fil report all due in the same day). Can i just say, Figaro &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; fails to keep me awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. We had our Spanish2 play which our class crammed for for less than a week, with only about 2 days of serious practice. Haha. We got an A! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La mascara de Zorro&lt;/span&gt;, eat your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaaay. Im still finishing this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-5019134450591041153?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/5019134450591041153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=5019134450591041153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/5019134450591041153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/5019134450591041153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/05/lemon-tree.html' title='Lemon Tree'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-7118035365103753777</id><published>2007-05-19T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T21:20:54.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>close your eyes, and open your heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Have you ever interchanged your dreams with reality?&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever wish that our dreams were reality instead?&lt;br /&gt;What is better anyway? This...&lt;br /&gt;or the world no one else can see but you yourself?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.a-film.nl/film/poster/RELx550/00001211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 383px;" src="http://www.a-film.nl/film/poster/RELx550/00001211.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WATCH THIS. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/26721291-7118035365103753777?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/7118035365103753777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=7118035365103753777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/7118035365103753777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/7118035365103753777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/05/close-your-eyes-and-open-your-heart.html' title='close your eyes, and open your heart'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-1936464432243687494</id><published>2007-05-14T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:36:23.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I played frisbee with my cousins and some of their friends ateneo today. Weee, fun fun. Yeah, there are no classes because of the election. So tanong ng pinsan ko sa friend niya, "Bumoto ka?" He answers, "Hindi eh" Well actually, all of us there were already of age to vote, but we didn't. Well, I didn't vote because I wasn't registered. HAHA. I feel guilty about it, because, sayang. But my other half feels that, even if I vote or not, it will all be the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-1936464432243687494?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/1936464432243687494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=1936464432243687494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/1936464432243687494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/1936464432243687494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-played-frisbee-with-my-cousins-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-2860647173266414192</id><published>2007-05-12T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:36:39.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a long way</title><content type='html'>Aileen said that is was just easy as 1-2-3. But by the time we arrived at moa, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mall of asiuh&lt;/span&gt;, we were as wasted as hell. Well... it could be because of the fact that we went there during rush hour and everyone was trying to get home...and the fact that it was in manila you know, the epitome of chaotic. I even can't believe I was walking in manila at 10 in the evening! Haha, because we were already on our way home, back to the 'hood yo \m/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an exhibit in moa of the World Press Photo 07, mostly about social current events. Most of the pictures were heartbreaking and depressing. You'd think, what has the world got into? Why is the world like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worldpressphoto.org/index.php?option=com_photogallery&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;amp;amp;id=881&amp;amp;Itemid=146&amp;amp;bandwidth=high"&gt;This &lt;/a&gt;picture made me feel good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;a href="http://www.worldpressphoto.org/index.php?option=com_photogallery&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;amp;amp;id=875&amp;amp;Itemid=146&amp;amp;bandwidth=high"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt; picture truly wrenched, twisted, and tore my heart (though there are quite a number of pictures that can do just that). Oh wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit the World Press photo online, &lt;a href="http://www.worldpressphoto.org/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; I cannot post any pictures because all of them are registered copyright. You can only use them if you're part of the media and doing it for advertisement purposes. Pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the exhibit, there was a comment notebook where one can write his/her reactions/thoughts about the pictures. I wanted to write but I wasn't able to because there were just so many things going on in my head about those damet pictures. Haha. There are just so many things to say about the things going on with this world you know. Actually, during that time, parang gusto ko na lang mag-drawing ng heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-2860647173266414192?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/2860647173266414192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=2860647173266414192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/2860647173266414192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/2860647173266414192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/05/long-way.html' title='a long way'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-8526976119066160315</id><published>2007-05-09T15:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:34:50.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't rain on my parade.</title><content type='html'>:((((((((((((((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what. As much as I love the cool weather during the rainy season and the no class extravaganza, I hate that summer is about to end. I hate that it is only about 3 in the afternoon now and it feels like 6 in the evening already.  It's just the first week of May. Give me a break. I need the summer-y weather please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate flood, I hate getting your shoes and pants wet, I hate that you have to have an umbrella all the time, I hate not knowing what footwear to put on when it rains, I hate getting your things wet,  and I hate that melancholy, gloomy, emo feeling when it just pours. I mean not everytime, but you get what I mean. Or is it just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the sun and I love the heat. Even though most of the time it feels like I'm going to have a heat stroke any time soon, I love how it's all so bright and i don't knowww...so swim-y. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain yesterday was so strong. I hated it. It's supposed to be 38 degrees out there, but then again, when the cloud formation all gets too heavy, there's no other way but for water droplets to disperse into rain. Whata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I hope that tomorrow it won't rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Quiazons/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/RkGHKt1h4hI/AAAAAAAAADM/DQhcHhLvFvw/s1600-h/nash+bday+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/RkGHKt1h4hI/AAAAAAAAADM/DQhcHhLvFvw/s320/nash+bday+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062476074313703954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer is just so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(From Nash's 18th last year at ateneo. Look at Piala. :D)&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/26721291-8526976119066160315?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/8526976119066160315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=8526976119066160315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/8526976119066160315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/8526976119066160315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/05/dont-rain-on-my-parade.html' title='Don&apos;t rain on my parade.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/RkGHKt1h4hI/AAAAAAAAADM/DQhcHhLvFvw/s72-c/nash+bday+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-8568485697224323906</id><published>2007-05-05T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:37:11.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes Me Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;feliz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;cinco&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; mayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Watch Pan's Labyrinth!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Ellen last night and she said they were gonna celebrate cinco de mayo the next episode.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it has already been a year. It was just like yesterday I watched cinco de mayo of 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Parker was so cute being bad. The eye liner, yo!&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/26721291-8568485697224323906?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/8568485697224323906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=8568485697224323906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/8568485697224323906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/8568485697224323906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/05/makes-me-wonder.html' title='Makes Me Wonder'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-3297125819640467190</id><published>2007-05-03T18:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:37:26.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's the story morning glory?</title><content type='html'>I realized that writing a script for a play is fun and interesting. You get to have control over &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt;. You get to make the story, the conflict, climax, etc. But when you already have to do the dialogues in Spanish, that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of scriptwriting, I really adore how indie scriptwriters create their  films. I just watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tulad ng Dati,&lt;/span&gt; last Saturday and it was good. The storyline was very amusing and creative. And even though the technicalities of the film are not so good like usual indie films are, (like lighting, cinematography etc) the story made it worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verni, Marie and I were just talking earlier how we wish Filipino mainstream films can have that substance Filipino indie films have. Not just sappy romantic comedies. As much as I laugh my liver out watching certain mainstream comedies, it doesn't really leave any lasting impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gaaaaab, nandun si Ping Medinaaaaaaaa!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I received a text msg from SBC asking me to report the next day for an interview. Kamon, I gave my resume two weeks ago already and I said there I wanted to have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;summer&lt;/span&gt; job. Hello! We're already in the middle of summer. And besides, I'm sure there will be a 6-month contract anyway, like in CBTL. Hindi ko kaya magtrabaho at mag-aral ng 18 units of subjects at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Can I just share.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, eleksyon nanaman. Umm.. di lang ako makapaniwala sa napanuod ko na commercial nung isang araw na anti-opposition. (Uy, anti-opposition, parang paradoxical yun ah....di ba?) Sabi sa kanta sa commercial,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gago gago gago ang oposisyon, and lider ay nagnakaw kaya nakakulong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gago ang oposisyon, gusto lang sumampa sa posisyon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gago ang oposisyon, wag niyong iboto ang oposisyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm not really siding with the administration or the opposition, but kamon what's with the gago?. Napaka-chaotic talaga ng eleksyon dito. In some campaign commercials, people are actually willing to make fools out of themselves.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/26721291-3297125819640467190?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/3297125819640467190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=3297125819640467190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/3297125819640467190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/3297125819640467190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/05/whats-story-morning-glory.html' title='what&apos;s the story morning glory?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-3563315918000629137</id><published>2007-04-30T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:37:43.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HI HELLO YOU</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOOOD. HELP HELP HELP ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IN THE WORLD IS &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PAST IMPERFECT TENSE&lt;/span&gt;??? WHAT IS THE DIFFERENCE OF THAT TENSE WITH &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PAST TENSE&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUHU, OH NO I'M GOING TO FAIL THE LONG TEST ON WEDNESDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED AT DREW'S KANINA. THANK YOU TO THE BOYS. KAILANGAN NA TALAGA NAMIN NI MAX NG DESIGNATED BOYFRIENDS. :)MUY MAL.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-3563315918000629137?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/3563315918000629137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=3563315918000629137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/3563315918000629137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/3563315918000629137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/04/hi-hello-you.html' title='HI HELLO YOU'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-7494376411559949421</id><published>2007-04-26T18:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:38:01.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amaba</title><content type='html'>So next week, my Spanish and Fil14long tests will be on the same day. Wow. The odds. Come on, why did they have to be on the same day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not for the artistic aspect that comes along with html-ing I would not have made an effort to learn it in any way. All I got from trying to do it was...nosebleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Because I wasn't able to watch Cinemalaya in UP last 1st sem and missed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tulad ng Dati&lt;/span&gt;, Ima watch it on sat. Oh indie, you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Someday, when I am able to speak past the present, past, future, and past imperfect tenses in Spanish, I'm gonna go backpacking through Europe while listening to some Brit rock and maybe Coralie Clement. Jesse and Celine. They're my favorite love team. My favorite uncoupled couple.When do people have a Jesse&amp;amp;Celine moment? Better yet, where do people have Jesse&amp;amp;Celine moment?  An Affair to Remember...in France. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/26721291-7494376411559949421?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/7494376411559949421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=7494376411559949421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/7494376411559949421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/7494376411559949421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/04/amaba.html' title='amaba'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-1204475672282524956</id><published>2007-04-23T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T18:36:39.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>backwards</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You have a face for the radio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'd probably slap the person who will tell me that. But you see, the song is very much stuck in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Que hizo hoy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanish class is fun only because it's really funny when you get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barok&lt;/span&gt; in Spanish. Other than that, it's also the fact that my classmates and I talk so so slow in Spanish. When asked a question by the teacher, we just instantly stare at her while our mind tries to process what the hell she just said, then process how the hell to answer her. The good thing about it though is that every meeting is always one step away from talking with *insert a spanish-talking person here* and reading the free spanish version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don Quixote de Cervantes&lt;/span&gt; Aileen and I got from last saturday's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dia del Libro&lt;/span&gt; in Instituto Cervantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Hiciste en el pasada semana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The glory of Manila.&lt;/span&gt; Nothing beats commuting all the way to Manila in the middle of the day, in the middle of the heat. Aileen and I were like tourists while riding the LRT because we were looking at the diagrams with lists of different  landmarks found in every station of the train.  We wanted to  go to Instituto Cervantes because it is like a Spanishy World Book Day. (wtf) We got tipsy with all the free wine that we "tasted" and got sleepy from the overwhelming paella we ate. Can I just say, ang sarap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Zafra was there, and you could get her autograph. I wanted to, but I didn't have money anymore to buy a book of hers where she could sign. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Para astig diba. &lt;/span&gt;Either way, what will I say to her&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;? "Hi can you please sign my copy of your book? Address it to... Jessica, we have the same name you see. Now, how cool is that?!" *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In the end we found that the train station from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Instituto&lt;/span&gt; was just walking distance away, when we took a cab going there from that station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Tomimos pasado viernes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si, tomimos con mi amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 rounds of Zombie plus an extra pitcher of Chi chi (?) were not enough last friday. Especially to get  talking about the object of his infection...oh I mean, affection! :) Oh well, your day will come. Or should I say, Your drink will come. :) Everyone else was blabbing though. Aylavit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-1204475672282524956?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/1204475672282524956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=1204475672282524956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/1204475672282524956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/1204475672282524956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/04/backwards.html' title='backwards'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-4652095122185666783</id><published>2007-04-20T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:38:31.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on katip strip</title><content type='html'>I was in cantina earlier with my blockmates. When we felt na wala nang tinutulak yung panulak namin, we went to buy fishball kay manang fishball because, come on, cantina food is muy muy expensive. The moment I stepped in front of the cart of manang fishball may nagsabi sa tabi, "Jess?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Si dianne consolacion at carmela pineda!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, aba'y napatili ako for a moment in time. Sobrang nagulat ako na nasa katip sila. Ang saya!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naputol din ang pagkuha nila ng fishball sa lutuan ni manang fishball dahil nag-usap-usap muna kami. Tapos dumating din si Jedyne at linait pa yung fishballs na kinuha ko kasi daw hilaw pa. (Hi jedyne!! :] ) Pero ayos lang dahil ang tagal maluto ng fishballs ehhh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyy. What's the point of the story... That I saw dianne and melaaaa! Sorry guys at sorta sabog mga kasama ko sa cantina. Harmless people naman sila. Diba? Mababait naman. Hahaha! Lurve you guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice to you, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wag palaboy laboy&lt;/span&gt;. *wink*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was exactly what I needed after getting used to getting up for class in the summer time, yo. Man, in Spanish2, we reviewed all the lessons in Spanish1 in just five days. Que horor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now ima watch Chapter 27! Yee. For those of you unfamiliar with it, it's the film about the assassination of John Lennon. It centers more on the suspect, Mark David Chapman and all the shit on why he was so psychotic. Nandun pala si Lindsay "LL" Lohan. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-4652095122185666783?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/4652095122185666783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=4652095122185666783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/4652095122185666783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/4652095122185666783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/04/on-katip-strip.html' title='on katip strip'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-8848412103022074042</id><published>2007-04-18T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:38:49.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leche de leche</title><content type='html'>I feel so jfeijwpo3085#kv,b,t..;;'';[;tyre[pte[otwei54mgewo4i3u5983j3gggqpl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, there were already lots of times wherein I felt hsjwe8hngfewoirjqkdmq[[[]]';dlld,sdkj//.\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. TSS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-8848412103022074042?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/8848412103022074042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=8848412103022074042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/8848412103022074042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/8848412103022074042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/04/leche-de-leche.html' title='leche de leche'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-1336983178312893381</id><published>2007-04-08T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:34:51.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>easter eggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/Rhj1Az-RJbI/AAAAAAAAACk/Da7MSvm3R_E/s1600-h/egg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/Rhj1Az-RJbI/AAAAAAAAACk/Da7MSvm3R_E/s320/egg1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051056376396195250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/ollily/448673319/"&gt;Hmm, idea...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never forgot what our CL sub, Mr. Tiangco taught our class during second year: Without Christ's Resurrection, everything that has got to do with out faith meant and will mean nothing. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nada.&lt;/span&gt; The Scriptures, the Sacraments, the Eucharist, Christmas...all of it. Thanks to that particular lecture, Sir Tiangco was able to concretize my faith. He was able to make sense of everything, and I understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Pascua todos!&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/26721291-1336983178312893381?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/1336983178312893381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=1336983178312893381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/1336983178312893381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/1336983178312893381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/04/now-lot-thicker-than-those-egg-shells.html' title='easter eggs'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/Rhj1Az-RJbI/AAAAAAAAACk/Da7MSvm3R_E/s72-c/egg1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-9206563886719109478</id><published>2007-04-05T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:34:51.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she with manny in cali.</title><content type='html'>When I saw this, I knew that I had to post it here. I needed to post it here. I bet you understand why. Juico, tuban, andeng, I hope you guys see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/RhUNCT-RJaI/AAAAAAAAACc/Wg9duPhh5tQ/s1600-h/rais+manny+gab.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/RhUNCT-RJaI/AAAAAAAAACc/Wg9duPhh5tQ/s320/rais+manny+gab.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049956890538223010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So gab, what the hell have you been up to? Dahil ba nasunog ang Hollywood hills? Miss nakita bruha!!!&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/26721291-9206563886719109478?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/9206563886719109478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=9206563886719109478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/9206563886719109478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/9206563886719109478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-with-manny-in-cali.html' title='she with manny in cali.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/RhUNCT-RJaI/AAAAAAAAACc/Wg9duPhh5tQ/s72-c/rais+manny+gab.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-4858444962900431079</id><published>2007-03-30T12:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:40:01.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twilight zone</title><content type='html'>A classmate once told me in high school that staring blankly in space, more commonly known as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;natutulala, &lt;/span&gt;causes you to lose brain cells. I was kind of startled learning this since the amount of staring I did (and still do) could already be considered a hobby. I don't really know if this has been scientifically proven, but if this were true, then that could explain the fact why I wasn't able to completely grasp the concepts in physics and trigonometry. Uuughh, hate physics and triginometry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, how so very random. I don't know. I just realized how sometimes I'd blank out and my mind will be in outer space already thinking about the most logical of things down to the most absurd. (But, aha! I don't do this while I commute because you might not know someone with a knife, or worst a gun, has already been following you and plans to get all your stuff. Speaking of this, sometimes I think that if this happens to me, I'd plead the knife/gun-bearer to get all my stuff just not my notes and books. Hello, notes! Irreplaceable! And books! Mahal yun!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just hope staring blankly into space doesn't really make you lose brain cells, because I would need those brain cells. If you think about it, staring even widens one's imagination, diba? HAHA. But anyway, maybe staring &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at someone&lt;/span&gt; already brings it to a next level, so...don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this particular text message I received a few weeks back. Now that I think about it, it seems kind of senseless though it makes you believe otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The habit of staring at someone can lead to either of two serious consequences: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paranoia or falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is even quite confusing diba? And if you ask me, staring at someone can just cause paranoia to the one stared at, and you, the one staring, looking like an ass.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/26721291-4858444962900431079?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/4858444962900431079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=4858444962900431079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/4858444962900431079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/4858444962900431079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/03/twilight-zone.html' title='twilight zone'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-629809589086236466</id><published>2007-03-28T22:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:40:15.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pan's Labyrinth&lt;/span&gt; is the bomb! Yeees. I finally get to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;dvd after weeks of stress because of school works. Wait, not really. Pero stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ang ganda pa rin ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pan's Labyrinth&lt;/span&gt;. I shall watch it again in the next few years kapag medyo fluent na ako in Spanish. I will watch it without subtitles! Bueno!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is officially the last day of my finals. I had chem and lit today and I swear I am now brain dead. I slept at 3 in the morning just to study for chem because I was procrastinating the entire day yesterday. I actually went to school yesterday just to study...and for the aircon at macho. But, kamon, I did not. Vernice and I talked and talked and talked more. And I was hoping to have an SG, but no, nowhere to be seen. (SG amp. Hi juico!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Monday yung masaya. ;) Shetttt, stop.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes I slept late, and lo and behold, come the exam, my head was so heavy and my eyes felt so strained and tired. Buti na lang hindi mahirap yung exam! That's what you get from cramming! I am not really a crammer, but with a teacher like the one I have for chem, nakaka walang gana mag-aral. I just forced myself to study last night. (Sometimes I think I should've gotten botany instead of chem because I m good at memorizing anywayzzzz.) Haaaay. For Lit, I did not study at all because you don't study Lit. And I found out I get better scores when not studying for lit. But then, the exam was so hard! But yes, still manageable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One paper to revise and I'm freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Hmm. Im so curious what my QPI for this sem will be. Im sure matatawa na lang me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ayaw ko na pag-usapan academics please lang!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuddup jess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of my head...&lt;br /&gt;You get really surprised with people sometimes. Expect the unexpected, but at the same time don't expect at all. Hoping too just makes us feel bad, so don't do it. Sometimes you can predict, and it doesn't feel half as bad when those predictions don't happen, because you predicted it and they're just mere speculations. But expecting -- and hoping, are ironically surprising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that made no sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay ewan. How pessimist! That's meeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-629809589086236466?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/629809589086236466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=629809589086236466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/629809589086236466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/629809589086236466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/03/pans-labyrinth-is-bomb-yeees.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-8447891096293979425</id><published>2007-03-26T19:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:34:52.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you think you suck?</title><content type='html'>I suck big time. Haaaay. What a day. Riding the wrong jeep, talking about depression and psychiatric help while supposedly studying for math (okay, di ako yung nagsimula nun), math finals (C+  is all i can make, oh well), walking in school with mitszie, eating at som mall, discovering something truly shocking (seriously), realizing it's a "couple day"(finals=couple day?), and realizing I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story. Another addition to all my bloopers moment while commuting. (Seriously, with all the funny and strange things that has happened to me ever since I started commuting, I can surely make a whole book.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm. So there I was waiting for a jeep. I found a jeep. I rode the jeep. Then this girl tells another, "Sabi sayo isara mo eh!" (She was talking about the door)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so PRIVATE jeep pala. I'm sohorrryyyy. Oh my god, nakakahiya talaga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I rode the jeep after that because it's the nearest, not realizing it's not my route. So...I went down again. Nakakahiya times two!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after that, I eventually rode the right public jeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My LSS for the week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When darkness turns to light, it ends tonight, it ends tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Because I have nothing better to do one day, I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/Rge3RIwsi0I/AAAAAAAAABo/DLPsSqzW6Q8/s1600-h/love+amp+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/Rge3RIwsi0I/AAAAAAAAABo/DLPsSqzW6Q8/s320/love+amp+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046203412529318722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 40 years, we're back in Mcdo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-8447891096293979425?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/8447891096293979425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=8447891096293979425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/8447891096293979425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/8447891096293979425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/03/do-you-think-you-suck.html' title='Do you think you suck?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/Rge3RIwsi0I/AAAAAAAAABo/DLPsSqzW6Q8/s72-c/love+amp+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-1327827033882102360</id><published>2007-03-23T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:40:53.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUCKY</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired right now. We just re-staged LYSISTRATA (it wasn't as good as the first run though. Moreover the crowd was bad. They did not laugh at the parts where the crowd's supposed to laugh...ok, enough!) at 6 earlier this evening and... I went home by myself! At night! As in 8 in the evening! What a feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts and I'm so sleepy already but I'm trying to finish this Fil paper I have to pass tomorrow. You see, I got quite pressured to do it because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while I was in school today, I saw a classmate in Fil and he was like, "Are you done with your Fil paper already?" And I was like, "No, hahahaha." And he said with a surprised looked on his face, "Yeah, talaga?" And I asked, "Eh how about you?" He answered, "Yeah, I passed it already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[(And yeah I was like, and like that, you know, like, umm like that because I was like, like that or something, like!) Sorry sabaw.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kinabahan ako. I thought it was already due today! But nooooo. My classmate's  just excited to pass his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm trying to finish it so I can pass it early tomorrow even though the deadline's at 5 because I still have to study for math finals. EEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, ano tagalog ng "appreciate"?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And goody woody, I thought the revised English paper is due tomorrow, and so I was stressing about having to finish two papers by then. But my English blockmate told me today it was due on the 31st pa. YAHOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it with me and deadlines??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-1327827033882102360?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/1327827033882102360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=1327827033882102360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/1327827033882102360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/1327827033882102360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/03/sucky.html' title='SUCKY'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-7798747721985724307</id><published>2007-03-22T18:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:41:25.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS HELL!</title><content type='html'>No kidding. This week is really a HELL week in school with all the papers, long tests, reports, (THE) play, presentations...waaaah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, less than two weeks to go and I'm temporarily free from the beautiful prison that is school. But I'll be in a new prison that is home. Imprisoned by lack of funds, transportation, and company. But really, lack of funds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my LAST long test in math today and after the following, I'm free!!! Well, for at most two weeks because come April 16, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hola summer classes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here goes.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Lit paper&lt;br /&gt;2. Lit poetry reading&lt;br /&gt;3. Re-staging of LYSISTRATA*&lt;br /&gt;4. Fil paper&lt;br /&gt;5. Revise English paper&lt;br /&gt;6. Chem finals (!)&lt;br /&gt;7. Math finals (!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;8.Lit finals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, wish me high grades. And more sleeping hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*"Make love, not war." Catch R10's re-staging of the sly, sexy, and definitely hilarious modern adaptation of LYSISTRATA!!! Catch it at the Ateneo MVP roof deck on Friday, (tomorrow) at 6pm. Tickets at php30 only.  If you don't laugh, we'll give your money back! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sex is not dentistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the slick filling of aches and cavities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            --Is/Not, Margaret Atwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And in my madness might speak ill of thee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now this ill-wresting world is grown so bad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mad slanderers by mad ears believed be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           --Sonnet 140, William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare is so laughing at his grave right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-7798747721985724307?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/7798747721985724307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=7798747721985724307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/7798747721985724307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/7798747721985724307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-hell.html' title='THIS IS HELL!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-6090232077372324023</id><published>2007-03-17T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:41:49.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photoshopping once again</title><content type='html'>I'm so bored. One whole day in the house is killing me. Thank god for summer classes in err...summer. I wish I had a car. I wish I had a car and I could drive. And I would drive to Baguio, Batangas, Pangasinan, Tagaytay, Antipolo...sa moon. I wanna drive and get away. Not to gateway. Yuck very corny. HAHA. Cool, it's like I translated an Eheads song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm here...doing this...still have not watched 300 which I was supposed to watch yesterday. But because of our english play (*ahem*which our class got an A on *ahem*), everyone was already tired...and broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sing, "Hey, hey you you I don't like your girlfriend! Hey hey you you I think you need a new one!" because it's so happy to sing it...but wala naman siyang girlfriend eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY ANDENG LET US SWIM AT WHITE PLAINS! I WANNA SWIM!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-6090232077372324023?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/6090232077372324023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=6090232077372324023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/6090232077372324023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/6090232077372324023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/03/photoshopping-once-again.html' title='photoshopping once again'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-746936597642464261</id><published>2007-03-16T09:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:42:02.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>la vie boheme</title><content type='html'>Last saturday, I arrived for our lit practice and was quite surprised, but more delighted, that my classmates were singing to the song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seasons of Love&lt;/span&gt;, and afterwards &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le Vie Boheme&lt;/span&gt;. I am not alone to have those songs in my mp3 player after all! Haha! If I ever get the chance to watch it live in Broadway, I'd do it in a heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I typed RENT in wiki just to read about it. I already knew about the writer and musical director Jonathan Larson dying before the first performance of the musical (unfortunately), but I discovered that it's the same as my birthday. Wala lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocks, there's so much trivia in Wiki about RENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last last week, I was with Aileen and was browsing through her research on Virginia Woolfe. Well, waddya know? We have the same birthday! Sabi na. I am really meant for greater things (*bats eyelashes*proud look*).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-746936597642464261?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/746936597642464261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=746936597642464261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/746936597642464261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/746936597642464261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/03/la-vie-boheme.html' title='la vie boheme'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-4997390141268476173</id><published>2007-03-15T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:42:59.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>estoy mucho cansada</title><content type='html'>I am desperately crawling through the last two weeks of school before finals week. I am forcing myself to study, to wake up in the morning, to make a paper...everything that has got to do with school. Funny that I am looking forward so much to summer since I'll be taking advanced classes anyway. Whaataaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so EVERYONE has been talking about the film 300 and how great it is. I haven't watched it YET, but I think that once I do, I'll just be disappointed since it has already been hyped up by everybody and I'll be expecting so much. All the guys are talking about it and copying dialogues from the movie. ALL guys are like, "SPAWTUUUNS!" Haha, nakakatawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a Fitness Trail in PE today, and come on, it was at 1pm! In the middle of the afternoon under the scorching, blinding, and fatal heat of the sun. We did exercises around ateneo running back and forth from one place to another. At 1 in the afternoon. I felt so drained afterwards. I couldn't even complete the 3-minute jogging. Whuatta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, I'll just share about that very strange note I found at my table in the lib. I highly doubt that it's for me, though.  Pero it is super funny, I swear! It was even rolled, like, a diploma. Maybe this someone was just such a loser he did not have anything to do but waste precious time in the library staring blankly in space - and creating shitty anecdotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The poverty of language would do no justice for someone as beautiful as you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I mean, kamon!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/26721291-4997390141268476173?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/4997390141268476173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=4997390141268476173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/4997390141268476173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/4997390141268476173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/03/estoy-mucho-cansada.html' title='estoy mucho cansada'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-5618285490368315044</id><published>2007-03-12T22:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:43:18.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a bitch, and then you die.</title><content type='html'>Truly. That's what it said in the song played on jam. Who sang it? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No se.&lt;/span&gt; What's the title? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No se. &lt;/span&gt;Speaking of jam, of radio, 103.5 K-lite is no more. It's not in the readio frequency any longer. It has been replaced by some mellowy sentimental-ish radio station. I mean, whhhhhyyyy??? I am perfectly happy (haha ang selfish eh) with K-lite with their alternative songs, some of which are not even played on other stations. Also, I remember their show &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Morning Brew&lt;/span&gt; where they had a segment, "Today, in music history..." Like for example, "Today in music history, the song blah blah blah of Stone Temple Pilots reached number 1 on the U.S. charts." Or something like that. As if I listen to Stone Temple Pilots, I'm just making a point you see. Heavy nila man eh. May trivia pala ako. Originally, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stone Temple Pilots&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shirley Temple's Pussy&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA, bastos! Since it was obscene, pinapalitan because people were already getting to know them, and their original name wasn't really GP.  Aww. Now K-lite's gooone. It's so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very naba-bad trip now. Very much. ARGHHH.  I am naba-bad trip and nasa-sad. HAHA WTF jess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tinatamad na ako mag-aral. I want summer vacation! Earlier in chem LT, ang aga ko umalis sa room kasi super ayaw ko na. Tinapos ko talaga ng mabilis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;May PBB na ulit. Nakakatawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;There's this sembreak trip to Sevilla and Salamanca in Spain this 2007, and hello, I wanna go! Everything's covered from roundtrip ticket to foster family, food, spanish classes - everything. It's only for two weeks pero okay na rin. Pero, pero, hay problema porque no tengo dinero! At all. So, adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-5618285490368315044?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/5618285490368315044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=5618285490368315044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/5618285490368315044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/5618285490368315044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/03/lifes-bitch-and-then-you-die.html' title='Life&apos;s a bitch, and then you die.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-4322975608470701561</id><published>2007-03-08T19:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T18:39:20.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shocks, so many pirated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dvds&lt;/span&gt; to watch, so little time!! They're just there inside the cabinet waiting to be popped inside the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dvd&lt;/span&gt; player, while I, will bum in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;teh&lt;/span&gt; couch and get lost in those made-up world. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Shet&lt;/span&gt;, I always remember Tom. Tom from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Glass Menagerie&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. Read it, it's really good. :)And, how can I forget, Grey's Anatomy season3!!! Yep, haven't started with it yet. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Loserr&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pffft&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 2 in the morning, um, earlier this morning, because I studied for math. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Haaay&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, enough about math and more about me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. No, joke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gab is going away. :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, drama eh. Gab, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pagdating&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; June and you're still there in the land of the free, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ima&lt;/span&gt; hunt you down!! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;The past two weeks have been... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;... quite weird in terms of...let's just say....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ewan&lt;/span&gt;. And today is definitely no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was in the lib, sleeping, trying to make up for staying up until 2 in the morning. After about 30 minutes of dozing off, I saw a note in my table. END. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Basta&lt;/span&gt;, it was so weird and funny. Comedy man! I mean, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;basta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;shet&lt;/span&gt;. It's like, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Whut&lt;/span&gt; the hell???" I'm gonna tell you myself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing a note after dozing off for about 30 minutes in the lib is so strange. I mean, was it even for me??? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Funnyness&lt;/span&gt;. Comedy talaga. It was even rolled in a literati-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;shakespearean-shitty kind of way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;SUMMERRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-4322975608470701561?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/4322975608470701561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=4322975608470701561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/4322975608470701561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/4322975608470701561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/03/shocks-so-many-pirated-dvds-to-watch-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-6243801424554566756</id><published>2007-02-27T12:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:43:51.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Calling the Illuminatis: Guys, when oh when shall us meet and make pakasabog of ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today in Math, my mind was very very very sabaw. I wasn't understanding anything anymore. I was trying, but I can't beacuse I was so sleepy. The lesson was making me even more sleepy. Math in general makes me sleepy.  I was of course, hearing our prof discuss the probablities of picking at random some unemplyed and employed people from a bunch of idon'tknowwhat, but my mind was not processing anything at all. Hmmm, maybe my unconscious was understanding it but my conscious self wasn't? HAHA, I WISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I badly want it to be summer already, to be over and done with math. But arghh, ima have summer classes. Oh well noel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was multi-tasking. Watching The Oscars and studying for a math quiz at the same time. Scorcese won of course. Anyway, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little Miss Sunshine&lt;/span&gt; won for Best Adpated Screenplay I think. Wait, no. Basta sa script whatever. I made sure I watched it before The Oscars, like hours before the replay. Haha. I looooved the film man.  I liked Dwayne the best. he's so jaded and fed up. Reminded me of Tom from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Glass Menagerie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last part of the film was already the contest, Little Miss Sunshine. And omg, the little girls, or should I say little pok poks, looked like midget sluts. They looked like Kelly Barbie dolls, with boobs. I mean, what's up with that? They had make-up and two-piece swimsuits.  Reminded me of another thing, the poem we discussed in fil last sem (oh yehess sir popa!), Litel Miss Pilipings. Read it, very funny. Even better, find sir popa and let hin read it to you. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait shet nakakatawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was riding the jeep on my way home, when a bunch of high school students rode. There were several of them, and they surrounded me. May sa left ko, sa right, sa tapat ko. Then all of a sudden, nag sign language sila. Okaaaay, so deaf and mute pala. And yung ibang mga tao tingin na tingin din sa kanila. Super natatawa ako dahil nakalibot sila sa akin and everything with all the hand gestures and akward noises. I mean, I'm not laughing at them, but the situation I was in. Hindi ako makagalaw kasi yung hands and arms nila tatama sa muka ko. And then I was thinking, "Paano kaya sila papara? Sabay-sabay kaya silang tutuktok sa ceiling ng jeep?" Then all of a sudden in the middle of traffic, sabi nung isa, "Para ho!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kamon, nagulat ako. And when they went down, nakatingin pa rin sa kanila yung ibang pasahero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-6243801424554566756?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/6243801424554566756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=6243801424554566756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/6243801424554566756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/6243801424554566756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/02/calling-illuminatis-guys-when-oh-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-3543752662246741605</id><published>2007-02-24T19:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:44:28.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel so blah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 171px; height: 394px;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Learning Style: Unconventional and Insightful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoustudyquiz/infj.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and ingenious. You're attracted to any field of study that lets you break the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Should Study:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art&lt;br /&gt;Art history&lt;br /&gt;Architecture&lt;br /&gt;Comparative religions&lt;br /&gt;Eastern religion&lt;br /&gt;Education&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatshouldyoustudyquiz/"&gt;What Should You Study?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sabi na eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, nakuha ko from thea. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that I answered, " Who is your true love?" (Because I just knoooow it will give me the correct answer. I know itttttt!!!! ) Yung answer, Dennis F. Shet man, tawang tawa ako. HAHAHA. Kamon. May "F" pa talage eh noh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-3543752662246741605?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/3543752662246741605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=3543752662246741605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/3543752662246741605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/3543752662246741605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-feel-so-blah.html' title='i feel so blah.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-6593163293658186897</id><published>2007-02-23T23:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:44:53.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Officially, three girls have already told me, "Gusto ko ng boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funnyness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-6593163293658186897?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/6593163293658186897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=6593163293658186897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/6593163293658186897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/6593163293658186897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/02/officially-three-girls-have-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-2145211008726776453</id><published>2007-02-23T14:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:45:08.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, nakita ko siya. After 100,100 years. No, basta. Anyway, nakita ko siya. THE END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-2145211008726776453?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/2145211008726776453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=2145211008726776453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/2145211008726776453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/2145211008726776453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/02/okay-nakita-ko-siya.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-5977584406804389750</id><published>2007-02-21T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:34:52.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>limang dipang taong nag-uunahan sa aurora, di ko malaman.</title><content type='html'>I had to commute to school again today, and guess what?? What? Muntik nanaman akong masagasaan ng jeep sa Aurora Blvd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shet, it's like the third time that happened already! For the past, what, two years? that I have been commuting here in QC, I could probably say I've experienced all the bloopers a commuter can. As in pati mga laughtripsss. I think that I've already quite mastered the art of commuting in this chaotic, polluted-filled, and crazy-jeepney-driven place. I bet that if I were put in an obstacle course, yung mahirap a, I'd survive. Haha, all because of that crossing the street like you're playing patintero with the vehicles; riding the jeep while it's moving; going down while its moving; being dropped off at the middle of the street....oo. Wait kasi, one time last year I think, I was in ta jeep. Then pumara ako kasi Katipunan na. Sabi ko. "Sa tabi lang" Eh I'm sorry sa gitna tumigil yung jeep ehhhh. Sa tabi nga eh. But noooo, sa middle siya nag stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time even, I was about to cross the oh so popular aurora blvd, so I looked at the left direction because that's where the vehicles were coming from. Seeing that there's no car or jeep on the way, I was ready to cross. BUT, kamon, there's this jeep that counterflowed! Shet, oo walang word na ganun. Pero yun. Shit talaga. I wanna cuss that jeepney driver until he died, but kamon, as if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang. It's so frustrating, but then again, what can we do? Vote? (HAHAHAHA. NOW THAT'S A DIFFERENT TOPIC NAAAA). Then there's the train. Ohmygoddd don't even get me started on the mrts and lrts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other news, I'm sure I failed my 3rd math LT! The LT I studied for, I think a week. No exagg, mga days lang. Perooo whutdaaaa. I hate it. Ok lang, math naman ehh, tanggap ko na. Haha. I just wish I didn't study that hard na lang, sana natulog na lang ako. Or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I lobe Silent Sanctuary's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuchsiang Pag-ibig&lt;/span&gt;. Buuuy it! Yeah, quite emo. Quite only. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/RdxyAuGt2MI/AAAAAAAAABc/rdKA3CbHAoM/s1600-h/SSFP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/RdxyAuGt2MI/AAAAAAAAABc/rdKA3CbHAoM/s320/SSFP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034023840195139778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-5977584406804389750?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/5977584406804389750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=5977584406804389750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/5977584406804389750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/5977584406804389750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/02/limang-dipang-taong-nag-uunahan-sa.html' title='limang dipang taong nag-uunahan sa aurora, di ko malaman.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/RdxyAuGt2MI/AAAAAAAAABc/rdKA3CbHAoM/s72-c/SSFP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-2016163772145594025</id><published>2007-02-20T12:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:46:15.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh my, I'm here at the comp lab in school, and this very very hot hot guy that I crush on is sitting beside meeee. Well, we're one computer away, but no  one's sitting there anyway.  Actually, sira yung computer. Anyway, aww he left na. HAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Shit, ang jolog ko. I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-2016163772145594025?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/2016163772145594025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=2016163772145594025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/2016163772145594025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/2016163772145594025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-my-im-here-at-comp-lab-in-school-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-6769353811497335850</id><published>2007-02-14T22:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:46:33.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ti amo na kasi. ti amo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Magaling ka siguro sa puzzle noh?    Kasi umaga pa lang, buo mo na araw ko."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Valentine's day is a "cute" event. Cute because it was very senseless. HAHA. It was nice to see overwhelmingly huge amounts of color red in school, with all the roses, chocolates, stuffed toys and all. I actually felt quite giddy about it for some time today, but after a while, it got all suffocatingly... sweet. Ay ewan. But you see, the more Valentine's was being celebrated, all the more SAD (Single Awareness Day) was too.  I'm just glad I spent V day with my friends. I didn't realize how much I missed them. Though basagan and sabogan earlier at Drew's. Oh well. VVVVVVVVVVV!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ice ka ba? Crush kasi kita. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Oh yes I saw him today. I saw his sexy back. HAHAHA. Pleeeease, no it was not sexy at all. Fine, fine, likod is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Lec ka ba? Lab kasi kita"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem lab TRULY ruined my day. I HATE CHEM LAB. IT RUINS MY DAY. Test tubes and chemicals make my blood boil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Excuse me, kung dederetsuhin ko ba tong daan na ito, diretso ba 'to sa puso mo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today, Mitszie tells us about what she read in the Star newspaper Vday issue. It was about the Four reasons why one is single and without a valentine this valentine's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1: You are negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2:You have low self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number3: You are self-centered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number4: You have an ugly appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best quote from gab ever. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Anu ka ba ok lang, anu naman kung di gwapo basta mahal mo. Haha ayoko na tulog na ako."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yehess gab. May I just say, lasing ka ba that time? Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Cattleya ba pangalan ko?   Filler lang kasi ako sa buhay mo." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-6769353811497335850?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/6769353811497335850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=6769353811497335850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/6769353811497335850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/6769353811497335850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/02/ti-amo-na-kasi-ti-amo.html' title='ti amo na kasi. ti amo.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-7457548749642911963</id><published>2007-02-06T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:34:52.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/Rciadh079CI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6ct-XrZHzvM/s1600-h/stars1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/Rciadh079CI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6ct-XrZHzvM/s320/stars1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028438816046445602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/26721291-7457548749642911963?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/7457548749642911963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=7457548749642911963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/7457548749642911963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/7457548749642911963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/Rciadh079CI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6ct-XrZHzvM/s72-c/stars1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-2761657087839894631</id><published>2007-02-03T00:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:47:09.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know im such a fool for you.</title><content type='html'>i bought a t-shirt today.  i bough it at sec field with all the tiangges and food. gulay, there's this store with all vintagey cool stuff. those you can't just buy anywhere here in the phil. but hello, no money forever. anyway, it's color white, and it says, "true love waits."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saan ka pa? emm sohorreee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love talaga tsk tsk tsk. making people all basag and drunk. making them jump at the sight of the love. making them cry. making them crazy. making them not study. making them go paranoid. making them go emo. making them go bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. my point is? i really do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yey. all i know is...they were all so basag earlier this evening. and it's a long weekend!! yahoo man. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm just how geeky can i get? im now photocopying short stories im not required to read. oh yeah.  The Shadow by Hans Christian Anderson ples.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-2761657087839894631?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/2761657087839894631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=2761657087839894631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/2761657087839894631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/2761657087839894631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-know-im-such-fool-for-you.html' title='you know im such a fool for you.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-2923319382073903158</id><published>2007-01-31T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:47:39.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness Im getting really fat. Im getting fat! Kamon. Is it the food? The beer? The stress? Or the stress that makes me consume so much beer and food?? AAAARGHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I will...hmm. Basta I will do something. I'll just not say it because if I do I'll jinx it surely. Grabe, I look at my first sem pics and I was a lot thinner. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh so cold cold cold since monday. Polar ice caps melting. Thanks a lot Global Warming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-2923319382073903158?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/2923319382073903158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=2923319382073903158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/2923319382073903158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/2923319382073903158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-my-goodness-im-getting-really-fat.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-4594456507431015747</id><published>2007-01-29T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:47:59.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOOZE.</title><content type='html'>FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to start a week. What a way to start this stupid day. Monday is really shit. I mean kamon. Fuck talaga tong day na 'to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 8:30, and guess what time's my first class is?? Correct! 8:30 am!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon. How stupid. I didn't wake up again. I mean I did when the alarm of my phone sounded off, but I TURNED IT OFF -- AGAIN. MAY SNOOZE BUTTON KASI EH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuuuuck. I mean, it wouldn't be that bad if we DIDN'T HAVE A QUIZ I REALLY STUDIED FOR THE NIGHT BEFORE. KAMOOOOOON. I HATE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para lang yang, an old man turned 98, he won the lottery and died the next day. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Situational irony chong. Yaaack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is already my second cut in Lit and both times, I didn't wake up on time. The funny thing is, both that instances I always see my Lit prof at the end of the day somewhere. Tapos parang ako magtatago sa kaniya kasi baka tanungin niya ako saan ako nagpupupunta. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUUUUUCK talaga. I was planning to get high on that quiz pa naman coz my longtest was really low. Fuuuuck. And the worst part is, I know all the freaking thing there is to know about Glass  Menagerie. Okaaaay maybe not everything, pero gets, I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuuuuuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-4594456507431015747?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/4594456507431015747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=4594456507431015747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/4594456507431015747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/4594456507431015747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/01/snooze.html' title='SNOOZE.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-1640743018111178914</id><published>2007-01-20T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:48:23.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shit happens.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesterday I had my first midterms for math, and man it drained all the energy out of me. And to think that the test was at 6 in the evening. Come on, I was so tired already by that time, and I had to think -- solve.  My last class was until 1:30 only, and so what I did was review with my friends at where else, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;machooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;richiiiiiieee&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, with the Figaro (&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yey&lt;/span&gt;) and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;. Macho &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;richie&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;magicaaal&lt;/span&gt; man. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the test my head, my neck, my back, well in short my whole body ached. I didn't know if I was gonna curl my back or lean backwards to ease the pain because either way, it still hurt. I was even planning to go to &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cantina&lt;/span&gt; after because &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;andi&lt;/span&gt; said shah was inviting to drink. But it didn't push through though, and even if it did, I think I wouldn't have the energy to get wasted because I already was. Speaking of &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cantina&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;parang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;kelan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;nandun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test ended at about 840 and I got home at around 9. When I got home, my mom was telling me how our dog was acting all weird and blah &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;blahhh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;blahhh&lt;/span&gt;. In short, she was already in labor. Yes, she was pregnant and now has two little pups. The weirdest thing though is that the pups were black, whereas our dog was gold. (They are black! Both of them!!) We are not really sure who the father is... who knows? Because you know, sometimes we just tie our dog outside in the street and there are a lot of stray dogs there, and...you know what I mean. BLAH. But the point is, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;blaaaaaack&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, recessive gene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fast asleep already when she gave birth. So when I woke up today, the first words that I blurted out were, "Oh my god, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;bakit&lt;/span&gt; black?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the commotion about the pups, I had to go to school to attend this &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;intac&lt;/span&gt; exposure trip. I was still tired from the week and we had to do this &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;thiiing&lt;/span&gt;. I was so tired and sleepy. I was actually planning to read sources for my paper today, but &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;nooo&lt;/span&gt; I had to go somewhere else. It was from 1-5, mehn. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to school at 5, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;vernica&lt;/span&gt;, lando and I ate at &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;jollibee&lt;/span&gt; first before going home, because by the time I got to school and arrived from the trip, I ate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;. I felt like I have ulcers already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the highlights of the exposure trip: playing card tricks at the jeep, getting lost going to boy's town (?), &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;intac&lt;/span&gt; classmates making fun of other &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;intac&lt;/span&gt; classmates (don't even ask), &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;yosi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; jeep, crazy little boys. Ang gulo nila pare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those boys reminded me so much of my kid nephew. Though  his pagiging magulo is different. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt; i miss that crazy smart-ass kid. He's just a-do-&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;ra&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;ble&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still so tired right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay nako. Tsss. I feel like I have to do so much. Well, I really need to do a lot. But it's a weekend,  I should relax. But I can't because I keep on thinking about the things I need to do. I end up doing nothing because I feel like there is a lot of time this weekend. But I can't relax and stop thinking about the things I need to do.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okkkkaaaay. STOP NA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/26721291-1640743018111178914?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/1640743018111178914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=1640743018111178914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/1640743018111178914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/1640743018111178914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/01/shit-happens.html' title='shit happens.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-2932966907933853145</id><published>2007-01-17T19:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:48:52.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunshine and chocolates. pahingi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm so pissed off, bothered, sad please. GAAAAAAAAHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHET SHET SHET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay. I really do not know why. Well maybe I know but I just keep on pushing it at the back of my mind. Oh please. I want to get waaaaasted. Hahaha. That's baaaad. Oh well. bad is good. Im good, so that equates to being bad. HAHA. Oh kamon jess shut up. Brain shut up. Haha. I remember that from the confessions of georgia nicholson. I love that girl even if she's only fictional. Someone not real. Please. I really really have a lot of things to do. But I am not doing anything...because I am pissed off, bothered, and sad. Maybe subconsciously I know why. Maybeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my crusshhhhhh today, like those many times those other days. The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch Grey's Anatomy to make myself feel better. Because people there are always miserable and pathetic, and I'm like that. HAHAHA. Misery Loves Company and all that shit.&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/26721291-2932966907933853145?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/2932966907933853145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=2932966907933853145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/2932966907933853145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/2932966907933853145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-so-pissed-off-bothered-sad-please.html' title='sunshine and chocolates. pahingi.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-5651797976789845563</id><published>2007-01-08T17:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:49:33.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was planning to go home right after class today. That means, going out of school and heading to mini stop at 1:30 after fil class. But no I didn not. The thing is, there were too many distractions and detours again. Go here, go there, look here, look there. :D Oh well. I went home at about 4 in the afternoon already. And come on, what did i do? Umm, haha. There you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so so lazy to study anything. That is why I am writing nonsense. I really want to upload our Christmas pictures because they're so fun like that. But they're not yet complete, so boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-5651797976789845563?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/5651797976789845563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=5651797976789845563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/5651797976789845563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/5651797976789845563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-was-planning-to-go-home-right-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-7143477550273486494</id><published>2006-12-19T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:50:10.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We were supposed to pass a paper for this play last friday and I didn't know. HAHA SABAW.  I'll just pass one tomorrow, better late than nevah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sure I failed the chem LT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain's definitely on vacation mode. But I'm not excited at all to go on vacation. Christmas vacation? What Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo to this emo person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch Nightmare Before Christmas. Maybe that way, I'd feel the Christmas spirit.&lt;br /&gt;Jack Skellington! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-7143477550273486494?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/7143477550273486494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=7143477550273486494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/7143477550273486494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/7143477550273486494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/12/we-were-supposed-to-pass-paper-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-4689862232141783962</id><published>2006-12-17T00:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:50:30.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IF IT CAN'T BE IT HAS TO BE #2</title><content type='html'>And yeah I forgot, other than the bumper sticker, vernice and I decided that it would be cool for our epitaph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've certainly had my share of frustrations and disappointments. But the thing that really gets me down, the thing that, I've learned, really have gotten to my nerves is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fact&lt;/span&gt; that my friends are lost. I can't reach them anymore. I can't run to them anymore. And they tell you, that's what friends are for? Hey, rhyming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-4689862232141783962?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/4689862232141783962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=4689862232141783962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/4689862232141783962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/4689862232141783962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-it-cant-be-it-has-to-be-2.html' title='IF IT CAN&apos;T BE IT HAS TO BE #2'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-2532089079350777659</id><published>2006-12-15T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T23:57:17.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IF IT CAN'T BE IT HAS TO BE</title><content type='html'>And that is what I want my bumper sticker to say. Well that is if I had a car, which will have a bumper, where I'll put the sticker. But no I don't have. So what's the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, what's the point of everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to UP to watch the Lantern Parade but ending up witnessing the scary rally was so wrong. We ended up eating handful of isaw and fishball and ice cream. The 18 peso FIC though was the best FIC ever. 18 lang eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, I was there to hopefully watch bright cheery lanterns. But instead, everywhere we went, there was the rally. Scary students even asking us to join them in their movement. But hey I have nothing against their rally. It's just that it's scary. Im not really used to it. Maybe that's the reason I dont study there after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so so sabaw today. I treated chem LT like a SW. But it's not that I had an easy time with it. Wala na lang talaga akong pakialam. I mean, electronegaivity? Electronegativity my ass. I just hope I pass it. Or else...i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whyyyyy is life making a big joke out of you? I mean, have you ever thought of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidence, destiny, serendipity and all that crap. WAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned today that: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is like riding in the jeep that is starting to go, and seeing him going up the overpass for a millisecond and being in a state of shock and confusion because you've been looking for him all day, but not doing anything because you already paid the six peso fair, and you don't know if going out the jeep and following him would be worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is so a run-on sentence but I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 notecards, here I come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-2532089079350777659?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/2532089079350777659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=2532089079350777659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/2532089079350777659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/2532089079350777659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-it-cant-be-it-has-to-be.html' title='IF IT CAN&apos;T BE IT HAS TO BE'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-3667007774693026013</id><published>2006-12-13T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:50:57.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buti pa ang bato di nasasaktan.</title><content type='html'>"Tara pa-picture tayo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Para magka-developan na. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, I just want to be silly and whacked and i don't know and not think about acads but still attend school. And I don't want to go home early please, so let's go out? Like tomorrow? Yeah, im sure that's how most of us feel, go to school for the fun of it, not because of the learning part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is everyone cynical and neurotic and paranoid? That's just supposed to be me! But of course, misery loves company and I'd love all the miserable shoulders I can crash into when I get a little tipsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's wrong and something's still out there not yet found. I feel so i-do-not-know and I end up staring at empty space. Then, I snap back to reality when I realize Im with someone else or a bunch of people. Gulay how stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today in math, our prof wrote our scheds for our following tests. They're scheduled in January. When I was about to write in the planner, I realized that January was no longer in the planner, whutta. January 2006 meron malamang pero January '07 na pala NEXT MONTH. Oh my. And now since everyone's getting the starbuko planner, i don't really feel like getting it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang arte ehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buti pa ang tindera, sinasabihan mo ng mahal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buti pa ang chismis na lagi mong dinadaldal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At buti pa ang papel lagi mong sinusulatan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buti pa ang microphone lagi mong inaawitan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hahahahaha!!Benta!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-3667007774693026013?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/3667007774693026013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=3667007774693026013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/3667007774693026013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/3667007774693026013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/12/buti-pa-ang-bato-di-nasasaktan.html' title='Buti pa ang bato di nasasaktan.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-2309736455132694760</id><published>2006-12-11T09:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:51:16.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm okay. It's a rainy monday morning. I'm supposed to have a 7:30 class but it's already 9 and I'm here in front of the computer in my pyjamas typing away. Goodness, my brother's too eager not to go to school. And I think it's from him I got the news that there are no classes today. Hahahahaha. I really plan to go to schoo today but it was just so good sleeping and lying in the bed in this cold weather. I wanna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm going to have to commute to school since my dad already left. Commute in this weather??? Kamon. Grrr. I don't know what's worse, commuting in a very hot day, or in a day like this one. With mud puddles and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oks oks, I need to go to school  now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-2309736455132694760?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/2309736455132694760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=2309736455132694760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/2309736455132694760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/2309736455132694760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/12/hmm-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-5280219139423110070</id><published>2006-12-08T13:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:34:53.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I attended the mass yesterday at the gesu for the immaculate conception. That church is just so beautiful. During Our Father, the sunlight was passing through the window above the crucifix, looking just like a spotlight. God, it was just fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, during mass, I couldn't help thinking (again) if people attending it actually listened to the readings whatever. Not only during that particular one, but I mean, generally. Well because sometimes I too just sit there and think about other things. My mind wanders off to someplace else. Oh yes Im so guilty of it. But I try my best to listen. Maybe we could actually pick up a thing or two from listening intently during masses. I certainly do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That mass was just the right start for the day. Though I didn't like the homily that much. It was too prepared. The day was so long. The mass ended at 1030 and my class is still at 1, and my long test at 4:30. So there I was at alac's org room making ojo de dioses and preparing for the contest. Haha here's how they look. Cool sila. Whatta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/RXkEJx1j_gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/trCteES68AA/s1600-h/07dec+003a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 159px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/RXkEJx1j_gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/trCteES68AA/s320/07dec+003a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006037026842344962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't able to do sec walk watching with mitzie beacuse of that shitty shity math LT. I was able to study at 2pm already coz of pe. Waah yuck. Thank god Im classmates with camille. Ill see her later at music musem for the play which Im so lazy to watch. Grrr. Ples, I don't want to watch a 9pm play. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the long test (which was at 4:30 in the afternoon to 6 in the evening!!) at secA, I think blue rep was practicing for High School Musical at the other classroom, and so I could hear &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're all in this together one sweet note.....blah blah blah&lt;/span&gt; while computing for the inverse of A. Gaaaaawd it was just so irritating and nerve-wrecking hearing perky jolly tunes while I was  there suffering and solving mathematical equations. Thank god I did not let it jumble up my brain. But come on, for a moment during the test &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nakalimutan ko kung paano kunin yung inverse sa sobrang kaba at tension, &lt;/span&gt;which was the bulk of the long test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After test, inuman with juico, andeng and K!! ;) Oh yeah also with trish and miko. Yeah boi nothing beats the sleep you get after getting a little &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tama&lt;/span&gt; of an alcoholic beverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me, Im going to make a cd compilation of "Songs You Sing When You Are Wasted"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already thought of two songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Beer - Itchyworms&lt;br /&gt;2. Come Around - Rhett Miller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I think Big As The Sky would also be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Big As The Sky - A.M. 60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, two lang eh. But Im sure there are a lot of those diba. Can you think of songs?&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is so near, but it just sucks how it's so hot and no one can really feel the true christmas spirit anymore. I mean really, do those kids singing carols outside our house every night know what it is about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention that it is so hot? The world's getting sicker and sicker. Typhoons during november and el nino during december?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Serenata on friday. Oooh I think I want to go. I'm so uma-amp. I don't know why I didn't join amp last sem, but I'm so an amp person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-5280219139423110070?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/5280219139423110070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=5280219139423110070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/5280219139423110070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/5280219139423110070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-attended-mass-yesterday-at-gesu-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/RXkEJx1j_gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/trCteES68AA/s72-c/07dec+003a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-6823856091786271688</id><published>2006-12-04T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T13:33:28.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If f(x+1)=x^2-4x, find the largest value of x such that f(x)=0.</title><content type='html'>OH MY. Math LT ko na sa thursday and super kinakabahan na ako. Kasi naman, since childhood di na kami magkasundo ng Math. Hate niya ako and hate ko rin siya. Ako rin ang winner pag dating sa careless mistakes. Nung hs...nakooo. And sa mga very very stupid actions, na di ko namamalayan. Just like in 4th year (or 3rd yr?(wait, I think that was in 4th yr indeed)), we needed to use the sci calc for math. Then, I noticed that my answers were weird. TAPOS, naka &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RAD&lt;/span&gt; pala siya instead of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DEG&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! So super mali yung answers ko diba. And the worst part of it all, the test was easy. May calc na nga eh..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, I failed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yung first test ko sa math this sem, super dali. The thing is, mali yung na-copy ko na figures sa board!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if malabo lang mata ko, or lumilipad utak ko, or di lang talaga kami meant ng math, pero ganun nga ang nangyari. SHIIIIIIIIIIIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how it feels when you get a really low score for a test you didn't really understand? Isn't it that that is so much better than failing at an exam/quiz/test/whatevah that you DID really understand, but failed either way because of some stupid shit?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay nako. And the thing is, I understand. Careless lang talaga ako. And di naaabsorb ng brain ko mga math equations. Uy labo nun ah. Pero thankfully, okay naman grades ko sa algebra, geom and trigo nung hs. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hihingi na nga ako ng tulong kay................................................ YAY. Just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. Mela, ok lang yan. We have our days. Hahaha. Weird talaga ang mundo. Siguro kung ako yun, nag-freak out na ako. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey for today!!!! :D Monday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-6823856091786271688?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/6823856091786271688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=6823856091786271688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/6823856091786271688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/6823856091786271688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-fx1x2-4x-find-largest-value-of-x.html' title='If f(x+1)=x^2-4x, find the largest value of x such that f(x)=0.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-496339672915217727</id><published>2006-11-29T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T23:14:59.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tala-arawan, goodyness</title><content type='html'>I have bedroom voice the whole day. All that raspy-ish, sexy-ish at the same time ngo-ngo-ish voice happening thanks to my colds. Maybe beacuse the weather is extremely weird and unpredictable. First of all it's supposed to be a lot cooler now considering it's near December. Second, one minute it's freakin hot and the next, it's raining or it's super cold. Weird is the life this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really really really hating chem lab. I HATE IT. Moreover, I hate my chem lec teacher. Makes me wanna run to mchs faculty room and tell on ms.candado. Waah, she's definitely a good chem teacher. Meaning, I understood the lessons clearly back in 3rd year.  This one I have is so SABOG. And I mean sabog. Sabog yung lessons, yung quizzes, yung teaching style and everything. Sabi ko nga, if I did not have a background on chem whatsoever, I can say bye bye to passing this subject. It's like I'm attending it so as not to be counted absent, ergo a cut. Shete. Ano ba yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit kasi ang pissed off ko eh, noh? That's the question. Wahaha. Sana di na lang ako pissed off. I hope I'll just be happy and perky and jumping for joy. Just like this particular classmate I have who's always perky and smiling. Not that Im saying it's bad. And not that she's really jumping for joy ya know. You get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no. I have to be pissed off and unsmiling. HAHA, unsmiling. Oh shet. It  just seems like there's no reason to be smiling about. But of course all things are reasons to smile about, right? Oh no, very malabo! But ya know, I so wouldn't be me if I were all happy. HAHA. That'd be weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, there are no classes tomorrow! Shet. I mean, I'd hate to wake up early for a boring 730 class, but at least I'd be out of the house. I'd also see my friends, and possibly&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;ya know. That's the reason why I keep on looking forward to going to school ya know yo. It's just so yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit. Before I forget. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;sky&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;late &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;afternoon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;extremely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;amazing.&lt;/span&gt; Did you see? Did you see? I hope you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's another reason why staying at school and going home late is worth  it. Anyway, when I was on my way to ctc, I looked up and, holy kamote, ang ganda! The sky was an orange and pink swoosh with a little indigo-ish. The colors mixed extremely well with one another.  And the clouds were purple-ish and grayish in color, with a little pink-ish stuff going on. Haha, puro ish. Oh man, I just can't describe it that accurately. But it was just so amazing that you could get lost for a moment while staring at it. It made the unsmiling person smile. By herself! Yay. It was already so dark that time, but the sky was still bright. Labo ba? Bastaaaa, hope you did see it. And I hope, I had a good digi cam so I could've taken a shot of it. Pfft. Kaso wala. Oh well noel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tricky nature happenings. It just spontaneously happen. No warnings whatebbber. The great thing though is it catches you off guard. Maybe that's the reason why it's so beautiful after all. Because it cannot last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Yun na yun eh. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I miss high school community masses. Especially the first friday ones. Tapos magugulo buong schedule for the day. Saya. Good times, goodyness times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay. Senti/pissed-off/sad/sleepy/sickly/fever-ish mode going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;AY, PAHABOL, PAHABOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is either an AWW or OUCH. Super astig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7179/3261/1600/408871/pick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7179/3261/320/506790/pick.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shocks. Wait, it's more of an ouch after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&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/26721291-496339672915217727?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/496339672915217727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=496339672915217727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/496339672915217727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/496339672915217727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/11/tala-arawan-goodyness.html' title='tala-arawan, goodyness'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-8245284621215047785</id><published>2006-11-26T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:08:38.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jumbled up</title><content type='html'>Just came from my youngest brother's Days. Wow, that's the second Days I've been to. I mean, I've...ano ba? Basta it's the second one I attended because the first was my kuya's when I was still I think 11 years old. Now it is my younger brother's. Grabe, it's like time beats the speed of light sa bilis niya.  Well, that little brat is not little anymore. He's a lot taller than moi! And I guess he's not a brat anymore either. Wait, not that he has been one really. Anyhoo, nakakatuwa naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey, monday bukas!  I never thought I'd say that. Weeeeird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-8245284621215047785?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/8245284621215047785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=8245284621215047785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/8245284621215047785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/8245284621215047785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/11/jumbled-up.html' title='jumbled up'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-1578591673158155151</id><published>2006-11-23T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T01:06:01.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fukd up is this day is what it is</title><content type='html'>Yes, im muy muy muy pissed off. Porque no se. Jajaja. Hoy es una dia mal. Estoy muy cansado cuando llege en la casa. Quiere dormir en mi cuarto, pero hace mucho calor!!! Odio mucho mucho. Tengo danos de la cabeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me if that was so wrong, but i wanted it to be different. I am muy muy pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;WAIT. HELP ME WITH MAH ENGLISH PAPER.&lt;br /&gt;i need to write an argumentative research paper having a topic connected with my course. but it should be in the philippine context. the thing is, my course is european studies. i mean, come on. how will i do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gasgas na is the spanish influence right? oh man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-1578591673158155151?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/1578591673158155151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=1578591673158155151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/1578591673158155151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/1578591673158155151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/11/packer-is-this-day-is-what-it-is.html' title='fukd up is this day is what it is'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-3806213267230685176</id><published>2006-11-17T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T23:37:23.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday, oh yeah</title><content type='html'>Life surely has its crazy way of turning a shitty bad day into a crazy laugh out happy onlooker day. oh yeah, friday. And it was sunny. And no classes after 130. Yeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in connection with that, I'm just worried that next week will turn nasty considering this week was good. I'm afraid fate will make up for it by turning next week ba ba bad. Anyway, I want to go to school already. I want to go out. I don't want to stay in the house and rot. GRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so giddy and happy in school, but here, aaaack? Thank God for my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Emo as this may sound, but I believe that crying at night before sleep is not pathetic. Even if there's really no specific reason &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reason&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Because there is a reason. It's just hiding somewhere deep inside and the only way it can get out is by crying at night when it's all quiet and dark and no one will know. But know I guess you know. Haha. But I bet you do that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right? :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-3806213267230685176?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/3806213267230685176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=3806213267230685176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/3806213267230685176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/3806213267230685176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/11/friday-oh-yeah.html' title='friday, oh yeah'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-7933078950028429804</id><published>2006-11-16T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T18:22:21.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's a fruitcake for everybody.</title><content type='html'>Nabasa ko sa blog ni thea na one time bigla na lang siyang napakanta ng sleigh ride. Ako naman kapag naririnig ko yun, i can't help but sing along. Katulad nung minsan nasa sm ako. At once din nung nasa lrt ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of lrt, may sounds na siya. Asenso. Nagpapatugtog ng christmas songs. Sa mrt naman, mas cool, eheads songs, o diba. Sabi naman ng manila friends ko, sa lrt1 daw, N'sync christmas songs. Iba ehhh. What can I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina nung nasa jeep ako pauwi, biglang may isang sira ulong lalaki na sumasampa sa harap ng jeep habang tumatakbo ng mabilis. Take note, hindi sa likod or sides man lang. Sa harap. And take note, habang tumatakbo yung jeep at about 60km/hr. Hay nako, bakit kasi. Kanya-kanya lang yan siguro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para talagang circus ang feeling kapag nag ccommute dito. HAHA. Kaya kailangan alert ka talaga at di papatay patay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class today starts at 9am then ends at 1030.  's class starts at 1030 and ends at 12!!! My building's at this end. 's building's at the other end!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umulan ngayong hapon, and malamig kaninang umaga. Wow, dahil ba malapit nang mag christmas? Haaay. Ewan. Im excited about it, but only because I want the cold weather (which I think will not come any time soon) and the mesmerizing christmas lights at bel field. But other than those, I still don't want it to be christmas. It's just too soon, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed math class today and I miss my physics class. WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME??? Sabi ko nga, kanya-kanya lang yan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-7933078950028429804?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/7933078950028429804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=7933078950028429804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/7933078950028429804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/7933078950028429804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/11/theres-fruitcake-for-everybody.html' title='there&apos;s a fruitcake for everybody.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-655855012542290426</id><published>2006-11-10T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T17:30:45.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ESTE ES UN DIA MALO</title><content type='html'>I am so not ready for second sem yet. My brain's still in its hibernate ( ohmygosh I spelled hibernate as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hybernate&lt;/span&gt;! See?!) mode and my mind's flying off to wherever making up situations of what I want to happen to make myself feel like it's going to happen. Haha. It's actually my hobby right now, taking most of my waking hours. Oh wait, also sleeping hours, but I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt; about them instead. How stupid and pathetic. Well I guess everyone does it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaaaaai. Wala akong magawa. So enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Seriously, dapat bang gwapo?&lt;br /&gt;Di naman, pero of course di pangit. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Seriously, dapat matalino?&lt;br /&gt;Not really, but someone I could have a good and meaningful conversation with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Seriously, preferred Age?&lt;br /&gt;Young enough  for me not to be mistaken for a phedophile and old enough for him not to be mistaken for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Seriously, preferred Height?&lt;br /&gt;I guess dapat lang taller than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Seriously, how about sense of humor?&lt;br /&gt;Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Seriously, how about piercings?&lt;br /&gt;Umm, nope nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Seriously,accepts u for who u are?&lt;br /&gt;What are we talking about here anyway??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Seriously, mushy or no?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Seriously, thin or Fat?&lt;br /&gt;Thin. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Seriously, moreno or Chinito or Mestis0?&lt;br /&gt;Moreno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Seriously, long Hair or Short Hair?&lt;br /&gt;It's ok is if it's long as long as it looks neat. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Seriously, Plastic or Metal?&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Seriously, smells good?&lt;br /&gt;Just does not smell bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Seriously, smoker?&lt;br /&gt;Nope nope. So we can breath the manila polluted air together instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Seriously, drinker?&lt;br /&gt;Noooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Seriously, guy-next-door type?&lt;br /&gt;Pwede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Seriously, musically inclined?&lt;br /&gt;That's a plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Seriously, plays Piano?&lt;br /&gt;Sure, maybe he can even teach me. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Seriously, Plays bass and acoustic guitar?&lt;br /&gt;That's what completes the sex-drugs-rock n' roll-and-calculus in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Seriously, plays drums?&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to name all the musical instruments???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Seriously, sings very well?&lt;br /&gt;Not necessarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Seriously, vain?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.Seriously, with Glasses?&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Seriously, with Braces?&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it will be taken out sooner or later anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.Seriously, shy type?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Seriously, from ADMU or DLSU?&lt;br /&gt;Of course ateneo, so that we'll be schoolmates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.Seriously, active or passive?&lt;br /&gt;Not passive-aggressive and not with attention deficit disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.Seriously, sporty or couchpotato?&lt;br /&gt;Sporteh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Seriously, singer or Dancer?&lt;br /&gt;songer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.Seriously, suplado?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.Seriously, hiphop?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Seriously, earrings?&lt;br /&gt;This falls under the peircings question right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.Seriously, Mr. count-my-ex-till-u-drop?&lt;br /&gt;Nooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Seriously, dimples?&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.Seriously, bookworm?&lt;br /&gt;If he is, then good. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Seriously, Mr. love letter?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.Seriously, flirt?&lt;br /&gt;As long as he flirts only with me. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.Seriously, poem writer?&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.Seriously, serious?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, not too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.Seriously, galante?&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.Seriously, campus crush?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.Seriously, painter?&lt;br /&gt;Sure. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.Seriously, religious?&lt;br /&gt;Not really as long as not atheist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.Seriously, alaskador?&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.Seriously, computer games geek? Or internetfreak?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.Seriously, speaks 20 languages?&lt;br /&gt;Are you serious? Learning spanish is already hard as &lt;/span&gt;it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-655855012542290426?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/655855012542290426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=655855012542290426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/655855012542290426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/655855012542290426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/11/este-es-un-dia-malo.html' title='ESTE ES UN DIA MALO'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-3037245782538817097</id><published>2006-11-08T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T11:08:22.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pffft. grrrrr. haaaay. tsss.</title><content type='html'>today was reg day and I was already at school at 9 in the morning. I finished though at 330 in the afternoon. Kamusta. Weee transferees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my sched’s a lot better compared to last sem’s. A lot lot. But my friends and I are not block anymore in fil, so it’s saaaad. I hate. Leche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ima die this sem na talaga. I have math and chem. Die die die me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished grey’s anatomy and I want more! Yeah, thea’s right, the whole show is double meaning. Haha, labo. Or, it’s FULL of it. Oh my, that show is like talking to me. Weirdow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to be a doctor of any kind, but nakaka-inspire yung show. Yuuuck kadiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t believe anymore what was said in The Alchemist. The one that goes, “If you want something so bad the whole world will conspire for you to get it.” I think what really happens is the opposite, damn it. What you don’t want anymore or what you didn’t really want in the first place, is the thing that comes to you. It pops out of nowhere, everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, already sober from rhum rhum rhum orange. yeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-3037245782538817097?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/3037245782538817097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=3037245782538817097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/3037245782538817097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/3037245782538817097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/11/pffft-grrrrr-haaaay-tsss.html' title='pffft. grrrrr. haaaay. tsss.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-8662313277653403284</id><published>2006-11-06T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T19:50:37.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously</title><content type='html'>Grey's Anatomy is making me cry. Though other things also do make me cry. Tsss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss high school. Yeah, hay nako.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-8662313277653403284?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/8662313277653403284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=8662313277653403284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/8662313277653403284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/8662313277653403284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/11/hay-nako.html' title='seriously'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-6997630574696542854</id><published>2006-11-05T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T17:25:33.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love love love makes the world go round</title><content type='html'>Sembreak's making me sick. Not really but I think because of all that sleeping at 2 in the morning and bumming and going out are actually making me feel so tired. Weird, I should be resting and having fun. Oh wait, yeah I did have fun. :) But last night I was having a fever so I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4-5 get together was umm not surprising. Haha. Four people showed up! That's including myself. It's just disappointing that I didn't see my other classmates whom I haven't seen for the longest time, or those that I just pass by in the halls in school. And so, tin, mia, nash and I talked and ate our burgers at mcdo. Mia left early leaving us three to talk and talk and blab. Other than learning about the terror teachers I should avoid this sem and what good nat sci to take up (Yeah I think I'll take chem :]), I also learned something else. We concluded that falling for the bridge is the most typical. Kawawa naman yung pinapa-bridge. And so we've decided not to have a girl as a bridge, so that the guy won't fall for her. Have a guy bridge all you want, girlies. At least there would be two guys to choose from. ;) Maybe you'd fall for the bridge after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's just funny. Two persons have already told me, "Gusto ko ng boy."&lt;br /&gt;Eh gusto ko rin eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big As The Sky by A.M. 60&lt;/span&gt; Luuuurve eeeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I go to bed I think of you&lt;br /&gt;Every time I eat icecream reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;Every time I sit on the bench to pass the time&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like one of those songs you sing when you're all sabaw or lasing. So...it's just perfect for me. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-6997630574696542854?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/6997630574696542854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=6997630574696542854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/6997630574696542854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/6997630574696542854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/11/love-love-love-makes-world-go-round.html' title='love love love makes the world go round'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-1627797269119607404</id><published>2006-11-01T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T19:08:13.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crap</title><content type='html'>It just sucks how I cannot take my mind off...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lalalalallalalala. &lt;/span&gt;Very much pathetic. Super pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhh. Oh i wanna wanna wanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...and we hope despite all logic and experience."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-1627797269119607404?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/1627797269119607404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=1627797269119607404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/1627797269119607404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/1627797269119607404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/11/crap.html' title='crap'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-901836910281632113</id><published>2006-10-31T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T13:33:01.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love is two people being stupid together</title><content type='html'>That's what you get from late night radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now Grey's Anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;This sembreak's been a promising one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Have you ever been  attracted to someone you cannot have?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tawa na lang ako. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-901836910281632113?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/901836910281632113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=901836910281632113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/901836910281632113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/901836910281632113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/10/love-is-two-people-being-stupid.html' title='love is two people being stupid together'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-3608670119668063117</id><published>2006-10-27T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T22:02:13.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mucho much</title><content type='html'>Ohmygulaay. Di ako nakatulog kagabi. As in i was awake the whole time. Like, i was like so awake.  But, like, I was so sleepy but I couldn't sleep. As in hindi. Okay, very sabaw na ito so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nga ni corrine bailey rae, rightly put, kanta nga ni corrine bailey rae:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's late and I'm feeling so tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Having trouble sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This constant compromise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Between thinking and breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Kafka on the Shore. :) It's really mind boggling. Very whoa. Excerpt from the book. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;        "Sometimes fate is like a huge sanstorm that keeps changing directions. You change directions, but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in form far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Watch Before Sunrise and Before Sunset if you still haven't. Or watch it again if you already have. Like what I did! It did not bore me at all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah Celine and Jesse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I have never been anywhere where I 've never been at."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I was thinking, for me it's better I don't romanticize things as much anymore. I was suffering so much all the time. I still have lots of dreams but they're not in regard with my love life. It doesn't make me said, it's just the way it is."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-3608670119668063117?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/3608670119668063117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=3608670119668063117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/3608670119668063117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/3608670119668063117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/10/mucho-much.html' title='mucho much'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-4988138520584306959</id><published>2006-10-25T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T23:21:49.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whutda</title><content type='html'>Thank youuuuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a relief. I passed physics! Lab and lec. HAHA. Goody. Now, I won't have to think about how my grades will turn out. It's all goOo0d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaay. My legs are so so super tired. I don't know if Im gonna put them up, or down, or elevate them or what. Because it's like whatever position they're in, I never seem to feel comfortable. Blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I couldn't sleep. Maybe because I was just slacking and eating, and sitting, and reading all day yesterday. It was a bum day. I think I even slept for several hours during the afternoony. Well waddaya expect come night time? I wasn't able to sleep at all. Well, maybe at the latter part I did.But anyway... So what I did, I read my old palanca letters. Superrr madrama ehhh. Haha. Wala lang. My head was aching, and I wasn't sleepy at all so it was hard. I couldn't read my book, or magazines because my head ached more. Ang labo, sa letters hindi sumakit. Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to read those letters again, and thought of how much people have changed, and how much I've changed. Gawd, I think some of those letters went far back as grade4! WAHA. And then I saw one of riza ann dilig's palanca. Buo talaga eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "letter" was written on a bayantel notepad. The one you use when jotting down messages from phone calls. It was so obvious na nagmadali ang gaga. Haha. Buuut, love herr foreverrr. Well, it didn't matter how short the message was but what it said. Shoot for the moon, even if you miss it, you may land on the stars. It made me miss her mooore. Wala laaaang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those letters. Dug up a lot of things once again. Ang jologs ko talaga dati. Well, ngayon pa rin, but now, I am fully aware how jologs I am, so maybe it is not being so jologs at all. Labo. But back then....yikess. Well, I guess everyone was jologs during grade school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako masaya. Hindi talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-4988138520584306959?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/4988138520584306959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=4988138520584306959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/4988138520584306959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/4988138520584306959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/10/whutda.html' title='whutda'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-435790401121492681</id><published>2006-10-22T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T00:45:53.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ASTIIIIG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's just too bad the old comments are gone. Comment people! Hahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-435790401121492681?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/435790401121492681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=435790401121492681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/435790401121492681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/435790401121492681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/10/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-5467077258180534737</id><published>2006-10-21T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T00:01:28.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boo</title><content type='html'>It's sembreak already, and it feels so weird not thinking or worrying about anything. Because I was so used to doing something and thinking about something all the time, now that everything's done, I feel restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ahh, we always want what we don't have. Weeeeird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was a good feeling though, walking around school the other day not worrying over acads. The weather cooperated and so it was all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I won't see *tooot* anymore. BOO. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-5467077258180534737?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/5467077258180534737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=5467077258180534737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/5467077258180534737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/5467077258180534737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/10/boo.html' title='boo'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-3781802450909504782</id><published>2006-10-16T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T23:33:01.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nanananana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thank god I'm already done with my shitty eight-page fil paper about this crappy book about poems. I so hated it. It doesn't make sense. And even if I kept saying over and over again in my paper how creating poems is a sacred and divine process which writers or even just regular people go through, I really don't believe it. Haha. Hey that's bad. but so what. That's it, I'm finally done with it. Now I'm going to have to study for the physics (BARF) finals and make those shitty physics projects. Any ideas on problems about thermodynamics and electricity and magnetism?? EEEEWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I got exempted from the spanish finals...or else I would be up in my room &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trying to study&lt;/span&gt;. I'd be staring in space again and will get distracted with the small i-don't-know what things at my desk. I'll probably end up doing something else, fixing something else, or organizing something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoolaballoo, I'm just bothered. How it seems like I had an easy time this sem. I look at my messenger list and I see other people's stat messages. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Studying spanish.&lt;/span&gt; Spanish was really the most demanding subject I had this sem, maybe that is why I got exempted from it. It got me thinking what if I had math, or like, another equally or even harder subject along with spanish? Would I still get exempted? I really studied hard for that subject  largely because I really don't need to study for anything else. (It's not as if mag-aaral ako sa physics noh. wala nga ako maintindihan doon eh.) So now, I'm thinking, next sem I'm going to have math, and I'm super scared of it. I didn't take m11 at ateneo. The deadly math subject all freshmen goes through. Maybe you know, I need it for m12. Waaaah. Oh my. I feel like I am going to have a hard time with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT OH WELL, DON'T DWELL. SEM BREAK MUNA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-3781802450909504782?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/3781802450909504782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=3781802450909504782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/3781802450909504782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/3781802450909504782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/10/nanananana.html' title='nanananana'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-116064733658024075</id><published>2006-10-12T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:00:35.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hoping, waiting ,wishing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was hoping too much today. Yeah. Waiting in macho richi did not do any good. haha. macho richi. (matteo ricci). harhar. Tomorrow's gonna be the last day. It's gonna be sad. No more hoping and waiting. No one to look forward to anymore. Haha, as it's everyday. As if I see ---- regularly. --- just pops out of nowhere and I get all giddy. They say that it's better. --- coming unexpectedly. But it's not reaaaally. It's so not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anyway, physics LT ruined my day. What's new. Spanish on the other hand perked it up. :) Too bad I won't see our prof anymore. He's really good. He's going to spain to study. He has been granted a scholarship. Yey! for him. We had a Tortilla party to end the course. My classmates were a bunch of good people. Nice nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Haaay. Very big *SIGH*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I laugh, I feel, I make believe it's real&lt;br /&gt;I fall, I freeze, I pray down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;I hope, I stand, I take it like a man&lt;br /&gt;I try as hard as I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This came from such a sad, bitter song. Cannot. Be. Like. That.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-116064733658024075?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/116064733658024075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=116064733658024075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/116064733658024075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/116064733658024075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/10/hoping-waiting-wishing.html' title='hoping, waiting ,wishing'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-116057854615271367</id><published>2006-10-11T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:00:35.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masaya ako walang kokontra.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;There's this series of chick lit books that I read in hs. Well, it's like chick lit for teens. haha. anyway, in one of the installments, one of the characters uh, goes through a shallow problem. She's all miserable and completely hoping and expecting and waitng until the last vein in her head popped then she died. haha, no that's not it. When she was all miserable because she didn't get what she was hoping for, her friend said in a funny tone, as if kidding,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lose hope, it's at that moment that things start happening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Well waddaya know. That's so true. And I can prove it with what happened today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;:) heeheehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am such a stalker. I mean, it's not that I want to be one. I just have to be under the circumstances I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. This is such a hell week. One. More. Week. To. Gooooo. Ughhh. Mucho papers to do. Ugh. I hate it. 8 pages for a fil paper? Gonna gonna KILL me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is a happy afternoon. Happy night. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-116057854615271367?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/116057854615271367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=116057854615271367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/116057854615271367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/116057854615271367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/10/masaya-ako-walang-kokontra.html' title='Masaya ako walang kokontra.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-115997149805293002</id><published>2006-10-04T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:00:35.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kiss me, i'm an artist</title><content type='html'>I just thought of how my blog&amp;rsquo;s layout look so crappy shit and everything. I am really going ot change this. I&amp;rsquo;m gonna make it super. Super artsy. Haha. Coz I&amp;rsquo;m so artsy fartsy like that. When marie, allen and I were talking the other day, marie said that I&amp;rsquo;m an &amp;ldquo;artsy&amp;rdquo; type of person. Waha. And one of my classmates always tells me how &amp;ldquo;emo&amp;rdquo; I am. I don&amp;rsquo;t really see myself as &amp;ldquo;emo&amp;rdquo;, maybe &amp;ldquo;artsy&amp;rdquo;. Oh anyway. Those &amp;ldquo;artsy&amp;rdquo; photos I experimented on photoshop will not be kept in my folder any longer. They&amp;rsquo;ll be freeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-115997149805293002?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/115997149805293002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=115997149805293002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115997149805293002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115997149805293002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/10/kiss-me-im-artist.html' title='kiss me, i&apos;m an artist'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-115987893263832601</id><published>2006-10-03T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:00:35.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling BLUE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay. Instead of doing productive things for school, here I go again typing away as if this is gonna raise my grades. Oh well,  I don't care. I'm quite satisfied with how my orals in spanish turned out earlier today anyway. The teacher said to me "muy bien jessica" Haha! Was I good or what. Weh, yabang eh. Maybe it's also because of the fact that my partner wasn't prepared at all and I was. Well, just followed my prof's advice really, Be the agressive one. And so I did exactly what he said. I kept babling ang babbling like I have been speaking spanish since birth. And when I peeped at the score my prof gave me...well I don't wanna jinx it. Let's just say it made me verrrry happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, this day's been a really bad one (I even got allergy attacks. wth) but thank to that spanish final orals, it ended quite good. Physics was a major pain in the head again. I so hate physics. I think I will fail it. But!! I so need not to fail it. Anyway, this bad state I was having since last night actually, was because of the uaap game. I knoooooow. Very mababaw. But the thing is, it actually made me very sad, which actually made me realize how I really love my school. When ust was catching up already, I couldn't watch any longer and turned off the tv. Well, the thing is, I thought, maybe I really love this school that much to make me feel that bad. I couldn't even study at all all beacuse I was so bothered that we lost! Super naawa ako kay jc intal grabe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All of this just made me think how when I was in fourth year, I didn't actually thought of what school I planned to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;get in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. That time, there actually was no specific school that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; wanted to get in to. I was leaning to up actually. I was even thinking and saying how I'd choose up over ateneo if I pass both. (Which was very unlikely) But when the acet results came out and knew that i didn't make it, it's like a huge billboard suddenly jumped out of nowhere in front of me saying, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;REALITY CHECK: you have no school&lt;/span&gt;. And at that moment, I suddenly realized how I really wanted ateneo all along. I just didn't realize it earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now that I got in, there are doubts again of course. Maybe they always come with everything I guess. But as I go to school everyday and see and experience the culture, the place and the people, those doubts actually just fade away. Shet ang drama pero totoo. Well maybe Im just biased since I think more than half of my family went to that school, but errr I don't know. And so when we lost the uaap, I even felt more for the school. How I really want to be there and stay there until I graduate. (Pleeeeease let me graduate from that school!!) How I feel so proud when singing "mary for you, for your white and blue" And, like what I said earlier, how I really felt bad for intal when we lost. Awww. Just the look in his face says everything: he really wanted to win it for his school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay. Now I think Im done with this shit and I need to do my work now, so that in the next uaap season, I'll still be wearing my ateneo ID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit] To add to all that feeling sorry for jc intal, my kuya said how at the mass after the game, jc intal delivered his speech and  was crying. Intal said that he felt he let down his team because he was supposed to be the one deliverng the winning shots, but he wasn't able to. Waaah! wawa! I hope he knows he did very well that game, and same goes for the team. The school's very proud of them! ;)&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/26721291-115987893263832601?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/115987893263832601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=115987893263832601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115987893263832601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115987893263832601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/10/feeling-blue.html' title='Feeling BLUE'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-115962336898616778</id><published>2006-09-30T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:00:35.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And there was light.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Three days without electricity? Gonna KILL me. Ateneo lost. But ..gaah, whatever. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go ATENEO!!&lt;/span&gt; Win or lose it's the school I choose! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-115962336898616778?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/115962336898616778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=115962336898616778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115962336898616778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115962336898616778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-there-was-light.html' title='And there was light.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-115824632948946391</id><published>2006-09-14T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:00:34.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now. Give me some of that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, HAPPY BIRTHDAY also to les today,sep 14 and to kamae, sep 13. Really, a lot of people are born on september. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Never mind. And never mind also that I can't greet them or make plans with them because I can't communicate with them in any way. Having no celphone is hard. Yeah, and I'm even trying to live without one. I'm seeing up to what point will I survive without one. And I think that I getting to that point rather closer.Wah. This is really pissing me off!!! At first it was just the thing of losing  it, but now it's about it. Now I can't go on and listen to the radio while taking a nap at the lib. Haha. Shallow thing that makes me happy. Now I can't even have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What is the world trying to tell me? I'm not even a texting freakazoid! I don't even have this special-shitty-someone whom I'll always text/call in the phone. Come on!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I'm just glad this day' s over. Studying electrical charges, finding voltages on a mapping board and memorizing the conjugations of spanish verbs in past tense is not a good mix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And really, Belle and Sebastian is really good. And the Decemberist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-115824632948946391?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/115824632948946391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=115824632948946391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115824632948946391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115824632948946391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/09/now-give-me-some-of-that.html' title='Now. Give me some of that.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-115797043706639177</id><published>2006-09-11T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:00:34.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yahoooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Today is sep 11 in the philippines. and so, happy birthday riza!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, to denise, sep 8! happy birthday my bestyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To raissa, sep 9! happy birthday rais! i miss you very!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to reese, sep 14 (pa) happy birthday reese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-115797043706639177?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/115797043706639177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=115797043706639177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115797043706639177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115797043706639177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/09/yahoooo.html' title='yahoooo'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-115796836485620877</id><published>2006-09-11T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:00:34.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me a lollipop please, yung cherry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll definitely need all teh comfort food that I can get my hands to. Gaaah. im so so so very pissed off right now. I'm so pissed off and so disappointed with myself. I hate being like this. GRRRR. Today at Fil (I can't believe I even care about this), our prof said how women writers can be very irrational with their works as opposed to men. I don't totally agree, but if he says so, I'm gonna be irrational as I want to be right now. i don't even care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wah. This is how it feels when you don't care. No, this is how I feel when I don't care and just had  weights training for an hour, walked under the very very hot sun to and from cov courts, and woke up very early for a shitty subject at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Verrrrry pissed off now. I knew it. I knew this would be one hell of a bad week. Hell it is. I hate that I had to wake up early today and go to school by myself, considering how commuter-unfriendly the metro is. Tss. I hate. I hate mondays. Why do we even have to start the work week or school week ona a monday? Why not on a tuesday? Or a saturday? Or no, why do we only have 2 days for the weekend? Why not three days? Or no, why does the whole week need only be composed of seven days? Why not nine freakin days??!!! Huh?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Come on. I so hate it. I mean, maybe not really that, but how it all lead up to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And so, now that I'm in my irrational and bitchy mode now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hate this day!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAHAHA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't even know why I can't laugh anymore earlier. It's not that I'm incapabale of laughter you know. But I guess I was just too tired and so pissed off and couldn't care less. You know how it feels, when you're just too sad or too mad or too whatever that you don't know what you're how to react at certain things anymore. Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay. Ima uploady picturees nowy na at my multiplyee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bahabay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm wait. Im not done ranting yet. Im gonna be emo also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh men, I think I'll also need all the alternative and emo songs I can listen to. Haha! EMO!! Im so not an emo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's been a bloody stupid day." --Belle and Sebastian, Don't leave the light on Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just gonna say how I hate how some jeepneys turn up the volume of their speakers as if for the whole universe to hear. Ano ba bingi ba kayo?? Eh kung di kaya ako magbayad? Malalaman nyo kaya sa sobrang wala kayong marininig sa nangyayari sa likod ninyong mga nasa harap kayo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Shet, sorry, wahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another little petty (little na petty pa) thing that also pisses me off is the substance 14 bond papers. Haha. Alam mo yun, yung di pwedeng pang final paper. Anything below substance 20 is unacceptable!! Haha! And that's just what happened last night, I printed on a less than substance 20 paper for my FINAL paper. Ang nipis eh! Oh how I hated that final paper for english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm just really pissed pissed off at the world right now. Bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Morrison&lt;br /&gt;Belle and Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;The Decemberist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaait!!! Im not done yet again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's been a hundred degrees as we sat beneath the willow tree."-- Deathcab for cutie, crooked teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENTROPY is the word of the day. How can someone reverse entropy? Oh, I don't know ask the AC. Haha. Yeah you wouldn't get that if you haven't read The Last Question by some shitty guy who writes sci-fi shit about hoe the world really began. Im so sorry it was sooo booooring. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. Now I understand. ENTROPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENTROPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in entropy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay babay na talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuck physics bukas. At wala akong gana mag spanish please. Please lang ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUCK.&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/26721291-115796836485620877?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/115796836485620877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=115796836485620877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115796836485620877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115796836485620877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/09/give-me-lollipop-please-yung-cherry.html' title='Give me a lollipop please, yung cherry'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-115738001533900795</id><published>2006-09-04T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:00:34.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the cycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yeah. I miss being girly and weird and patethic with girly girls. I miss my girls. Girrrrrrrrlssss!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So much to pass for english and I really hate it. It sucks. It&amp;rsquo;s also adding to my expenses. My expenses! I cannot believe I actually had no money left after today!! I don&amp;rsquo;t know. I don&amp;rsquo;t know where the money goes. One thing I know I have it then next thing, I&amp;rsquo;m looking at the deepest corners of my bag to look for change for the ride home. Hah! Where does all the money go?? I tried computing all my expenses earlier, but it&amp;rsquo;s no use.Wah. I&amp;rsquo;m really going to be on tipid mode. I cannot just waste and spend money without knowing where they go go go. Stupid girl. No scrap that. I&amp;rsquo;m not stupid. I&amp;rsquo;m unaware. Hahaha!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ghettoooo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I SO WANT IT TO BE WEEKEND ALREADY. I DO NOT LIKE MONDAYS. PLEASE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-115738001533900795?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/115738001533900795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=115738001533900795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115738001533900795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115738001533900795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-cycle.html' title='it&apos;s the cycle'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-115721755822550833</id><published>2006-09-03T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:00:34.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's one in the morning please</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This week has been a fun one and I really didn't feel so sad or pissed off or whatever. Now, improvement! This week's physics wasn't that bad, but it was still, for me, a waste of time. Energyyyy. Eeew! Thank goodness it was freecut for the lab. PE weights is getting easier. And I actually gained pounds! Now, improvement!! Fil, as always, was filled with tension and silence. It's like our teacher's gonna explode any minute if no one raises her/his hand to recite. So I recite if no one's reciting anymore. That's just pathetic I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;English is so-so. Yahh. There's so much to pass for this subject and I hate it. Lit, fun again.  Spanish - LT. I'm sure I have a lot of crappy careless mistakes - again. When shall I ever learn??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So friday night, free beers! Hahaha. Yeah Happy 18th to sab! As if she'll be able to read this. Oh well, Happy 18th sab! :) Her dad was a "cool dad" It was really funny, teaching us this trick of drinking beer form a tumbler and pouring beer in it while doing so. Basta! If you don't get, then, I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yaw. Haven't been to eastwood for quite some time, and the place  did change a bit. Anyway highway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Thursday went to ilog with priory and i love. Despite the fact that after that was a long test. Oh well. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And friday, I discovered the art section of the lib! Haha, stupiiid. Wala lang. Other classmates were studying there and i joined. And I couldn't help but just look around. So there, looked at some books. There's this book about and warhol. Grabe, bakla pala yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1462/2781/1600/ilog%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1462/2781/320/ilog%20005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The pusit, talong and sawsawan were yummy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1462/2781/1600/sab18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 346px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1462/2781/320/sab18.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;san mig light's 5% alcohol can give get you quite tipsy especially if you're already sleepy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1462/2781/1600/absolut%20artists.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1462/2781/320/absolut%20artists.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Andy Warhol was gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-115721755822550833?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/115721755822550833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=115721755822550833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115721755822550833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115721755822550833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-one-in-morning-please.html' title='it&apos;s one in the morning please'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-115677411459133238</id><published>2006-08-26T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:00:34.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabi ng sablay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy birthday to Dianne Consolacion!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, really guys, sumablay ang gabing yun, admit it. All those happened in one night? Ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ha! Sablaaay talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And bakit lagi may h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;adlang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pero ok na rin dahil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ako ay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;natunaw. Oh my, did I melt or what???!! :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from meganada's multi. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1462/2781/1600/26aug2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1462/2781/320/26aug2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1462/2781/1600/26aug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1462/2781/320/26aug.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And here weee are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1462/2781/1600/26aug3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1462/2781/320/26aug3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i swear di ako lasing dito&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-115677411459133238?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/115677411459133238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=115677411459133238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115677411459133238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115677411459133238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/08/gabi-ng-sablay.html' title='Gabi ng sablay'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-115652202095584184</id><published>2006-08-25T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:00:34.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pencil shavings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Here are a few of my drawings. I don’t know. Just felt like I needed to show some of them to the world. Or..err. somewhere. I know they’re not that good, with their disproportioned faces,still, they’re work of art. Yeahhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I just copied them from magazines and books. Can’t seem to draw things I just see around. It’s harrrrd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1462/2781/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1462/2781/320/1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1462/2781/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1462/2781/320/2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This is supposed to be John Lenon. Kamuka ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1462/2781/1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1462/2781/320/5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1462/2781/1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1462/2781/320/4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I like this one because it's a black girl. Wala lang, labo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1462/2781/1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1462/2781/320/6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And it’s not that I can be put in  spot and told to draw, and create something good. I’d really have to get “inspired”. Labo. So I have a few good works, and have crumpled and thrown a lot of papers because of shitty sketchesssss. Whoa. I think I’ve already killed many trees. Hahahaa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-115652202095584184?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/115652202095584184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=115652202095584184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115652202095584184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115652202095584184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/08/pencil-shavings.html' title='pencil shavings'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-115633036577399078</id><published>2006-08-23T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:00:34.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to dismantle my brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;crap it if i wanna use i. but it really doesn't matter because i don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;oooh the yellow care bear i want. is it the sunshine bear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;saw K today at mcdo again. yahooo! extra hot fudge on my sundae? yummmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and so  i need to rest and study. bow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and for for the nth time of my bloopers incident. i cannot believe it. how gullible could i ever be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i hope she really needed the twenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The cure for unhappiness is happiness. I don't care what anyone says." -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/26721291-115633036577399078?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/115633036577399078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=115633036577399078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115633036577399078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115633036577399078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-to-dismantle-my-brain.html' title='how to dismantle my brain'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-115599563082395906</id><published>2006-08-19T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:00:34.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful letdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;On second thought, I cannot really let go of this. So I'll be using this forever and ever and ever. Yey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-115599563082395906?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/115599563082395906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=115599563082395906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115599563082395906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115599563082395906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/08/beautiful-letdown.html' title='Beautiful letdown'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-115573565637894198</id><published>2006-08-16T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:00:34.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Absolut?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh my. I've discovered something very very wow. It made me go WOW and WHOA. I've discovered that there are actually Absolut Ads all along, similar to the Got Milk? ads. It is so very cool. Very creative and I love it. Makes me wanna join the world of advertising and creative shit. Ohhh I love all that creative shit. I love all the drawings and ideas floooowwiiiiingggg. Yeaahh. And look at thisss. Dontcha just looove it???? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1462/2781/1600/absolut%20jazz-hebrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 250px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1462/2781/320/absolut%20jazz-hebrew.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-115573565637894198?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/115573565637894198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=115573565637894198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115573565637894198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115573565637894198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/08/got-absolut.html' title='Got Absolut?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-115535122044575515</id><published>2006-08-12T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:00:34.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAP THIIIIIIIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ima change this. No more bigblackshades for youuu. Mag e-lj na ako like what thea said. Haha. Para meron pang friends only. Para hindi malabo mga entries ko at straight to the po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;int. But it will be a secret. HAHAHA. A secret lj. Like thea's. Yuuuuuck, gaya-gaya ba ako ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;y theaaaaaa. Hinde, basta ewan. Kaya ikaw, kung love kita and love mo ako, so in short love natin ang isa't-isa, what's your lj?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have an lj, go make one right now! o, ha, o ha.kung wala, so parang it's only thea who will be reading my lj? h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aha. pero kung super love natin ang isa't-isa, kahit na wala ka lj, eh di, sino ka? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bwahahahahahahhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1462/2781/1600/absolut%20john%20and%20yoko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 263px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1462/2781/320/absolut%20john%20and%20yoko.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-115535122044575515?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/115535122044575515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=115535122044575515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115535122044575515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115535122044575515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/08/crap-thiiiiiiis.html' title='CRAP THIIIIIIIS'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-115503355615771546</id><published>2006-08-08T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:00:34.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black is the color of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The person tells me, "One of the reasons why people hold on to memories so tightly is because, memories are the only things that don't change when everything else does."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I respond, "In life, the greatest handicap is fear, the hardest thing to do is begin, th emost useless asset is pride, the scariest thing is change, and the worst mistake is to give up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just hope I can live up to what I say. Text messages are so convinent about these things. It's so easy to say everything in texting. Type type type and send. Sometimes, the messages are really so so lame and senseless. I swear. But when it's so true, it hits you hard. And they make you think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know if it's beginning to be hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Or am I being lazy, truly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Or if it wasn't meant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then they begin to say, "No hay mal que por bien no venga." And I begin to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;GAYKEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I laughed so hard when I heard this. It is so true. The last time I spent time with Claire and the gang (haha, funny yun ah) was I think more than a couple of years ago. And so, when I had luch with them, she goes on again with her sarcastic and humorous hirits. She says that the guys you like so so much are either taken or gay. Waaah! How true. Haha. GAYKEN. The Gayken Phenomenon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-115503355615771546?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/115503355615771546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=115503355615771546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115503355615771546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115503355615771546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/08/black-is-color-of-day.html' title='Black is the color of the day'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-115461086313787500</id><published>2006-08-03T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:00:34.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green is the color of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And so I am in love with this day. It was sunny and hot and bright and I luuuurve it, mehn. I love the heat. From having rainy and gloomy days for the past week, the weather gave me a break this day. The sun hid no more and I wore a tank today. Yahooo. And can you guess what color? And I wore slippers today and my pants did not get wet at the hem.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Walking during noon in katipunan was freakish hot, but hey, who's complaining? I sure am not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And if dancing flamenco can release one's "duende" or give someone that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;natural high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, then maybe I wanna dance the flamenco, chico bonito. Or maybe I'll just run and run and run, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Run, run, runaway under the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And if someone's acting super bitchy at you, wish that that person just died under the heat of the sun. Amen!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And if you are walking in katipunan all aloney and going to natio all aloney also only to make palamig, then you text me. I was supposed to text you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This entry is very much not alright anymore. So I'll stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-115461086313787500?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/115461086313787500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=115461086313787500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115461086313787500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115461086313787500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/08/green-is-color-of-day.html' title='Green is the color of the day'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-115413596278528231</id><published>2006-07-29T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:00:33.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>English Speaking is easy to learn</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Never ever did watering holes and sleeping late prove to be a good idea. Those two mix well like oil and water and it seems as though I keep on trying to do scientific experiments on well-proven, or visually-proven even, facts. Staying up and crying can never mix well really, f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;or anyone I think. If that did well for you, then I bet you can do almost anything. And what's really irritating about it, one minute you're good and dandy, but in the next, your energy has been drained out of your body - all at once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who wouldn't feel shitty about this? Maybe I really don't now. Because yesterday as my group and I went to this public school, there was this gr 5 girl who was sleeping in her class. She was really down and you'd think 'hey! this girl's too young for late night tv shows, or even la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;te night partying!' But of course, that was not the case. Please. This was a pub school. And she was in gr5 And so Ms Teacher explained to us that some of these kids sleep like there's no tomorrow in class because as most of them go home, they'd still have to work to earn or take their parent's place in taking care their younger siblings. In the end they wouldn't be able to do any hws, or even take a rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And so I thought, even though when I felt really drained at the end of a school week and not be able to go out, I'd still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;be able to go to my bed and sleep well through the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1462/2781/1600/30JUL2006%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 137px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1462/2781/320/30JUL2006%20012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;can we really make poverty history?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-115413596278528231?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/115413596278528231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=115413596278528231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115413596278528231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115413596278528231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/07/english-speaking-is-easy-to-learn.html' title='English Speaking is easy to learn'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-115400199321767093</id><published>2006-07-27T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:00:33.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Haaaay. I can't seem to start my essay for english at all. It's not even a major paper or anything, just one paragraph. Nyahaha. Why oh why. Hmm. And so, what I do is this, check my multiply and my email and even my friendster. I checkthat thing when I have nothing to do in the net. But there's so much to do in the net..? Waaahh. And I answered "Which Sixties Person Are You?" I've actually answered it several times already...just to see if I'm consistent. Lame eh. Yeah I know, those things are shitty unreliable. Anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1462/2781/1600/hippie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1462/2781/320/hippie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And so they say Im a hippie. I say I don't even know what MalcolmX did, and wasn't exactly sure of my favorite color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first answered this quiz, they say I'm a Folkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oooh, I'm almost done with my englishhh......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-115400199321767093?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/115400199321767093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=115400199321767093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115400199321767093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115400199321767093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-hate-this.html' title='i hate this'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-115391443368187641</id><published>2006-07-26T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:00:33.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the bottom of my pants got very wet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can't believe I could actually leg press a weight almost as heavy as my own. Just subtract six pounds and that's it.  100 lbs! Can you belive I actually leg pressed a hundred pounds?! Hahaha! It was very hard indeed. At first, I even thought the machine was stuck because I couldn't move it at all. So I said to my groupmates, "Bakit ayaw gumalaw? Stuck ata." But noooo, it was not stuck at all. It was very not stock. Ohhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And so I did three sets of eight and my knees and thighs ached almost like hell after. But the pain's gone now! Gotta love pe weights. Not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After fil, we had a super super laugh trip. Oh, after fil when we were about to go home, it rained again super hard. And we all thought Glenda's out of the metro. And so we ate at the caf. Thank God I was not in any way sabaw today. I don't like to be like that. But this entry is turning into one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Verns and I were trying so bad to solve our very shitty and useless physics problem and lab problem. Ohhh how I hate you physics very much. If not for so much memorizing in spanish I would have chosen botany or zoology over you in a second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And if Kokoy's gonna have dreadlocks, I wanna have dreadlocks too! Oh but hello to poofy hair so I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-115391443368187641?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/115391443368187641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=115391443368187641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115391443368187641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115391443368187641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/07/bottom-of-my-pants-got-very-wet.html' title='the bottom of my pants got very wet'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-115367140903691568</id><published>2006-07-24T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:00:33.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so lonely before i finally found...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...what I've been looking for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yey. I got to watch High School musical at last! :) Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Waaah shet, kahit sa chat lang bentang benta sa akin si Gab. Ahhh gab, I miss your kwentos. Hahaha. Ikaw ang pinaka sabaw sa akin. Innate yung pagiging sabaw mo. Hahahaha. Kakaiba. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmm, my parents don't believe me that there are no classes tom. So what, they'll wake me up and let me go to school? When in fact there'll be nothing in school?! Oh well, what the hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm done with my movie review for cosa. :) I just need to edit it edit it. I think ot turned out good. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-115367140903691568?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/115367140903691568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=115367140903691568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115367140903691568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115367140903691568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-lonely-before-i-finally-found.html' title='so lonely before i finally found...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-115349213403358562</id><published>2006-07-21T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:00:33.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and I had to separate it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was duper bangag and sabaw today. Maybe because it is a friday and we can't contain our happiness? Actually, verns and I were totally sabaw today. Shet we kept laughing ang laughing all the way about the shallowest of things. Weird. I got tired from all the laughing because of nothing. And add ron who's sabaw every freakin day. Haha. Lab it. Sometimes it's just really good to laugh about nothing, and really laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Woh no, I have two plays to watch tomorrow! waah. Oh well gotta watch it watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;You are so tatooed on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Don't you lie. You've always wanted to get a tatoo. And even if not presently, I'm sure it crossed your mind even once.Right? It's because tatoos are cool and they make you feel like a rebel, like a rockstar. Someone who's got nothing to prove. It's like, "Look at my tatoo, and you'll understand me" OMG. Watch Miami Ink in discovery channel. It's very inspiring. Haha! No, I mean, for me it makes me want to do creative things after I waitch it. Those guys giving tatoos are real artists. I am so inspired. They are just very very good. You'll love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-115349213403358562?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/115349213403358562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=115349213403358562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115349213403358562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115349213403358562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-i-had-to-separate-it.html' title='and I had to separate it'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-115348996012817385</id><published>2006-07-21T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:00:33.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doodling on paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oooohlalala, I love it, had coffee float at Figaro today. Yey. :D I lab it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmmm..what good film to do a movie reviw on? Hahaha, why am I even asking. I'd surely make one on  Almost Famous.  I've always wanted to do one on it. I love love love love that film to death. I mean, even if I am not a hard core rock 'n roll fan, I love and appreciate it. I love the coming-of-age drama, the music, the conflict, the booze, the guitars, the songs, the crack, and the hippyness of it all. It really makes me wanna live in the 60s, smoke pot (but not really), wear those huge aviator shades and very unusual feathery coats.  And even if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; are not a rock 'n roll fan, you'd surely appreciate the film. :) It's superb. Cameron Crowe did great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That movie also made me love Kate Hudson. Whoa, idol! Haha. And do you know what?!! She's now the image model for KAMISETA! I don't know if Im gonna be happy bout it or parang, uhh, bakit kamiseta? Pero sige na, bagay naman. Super ganda ba naman nya sa billboard sa libis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, and I just learned, Crowe was actually the "William Miller" of the movie. He actually wrote for Rolling Stones when he was young. And there was really a Lester Bangs. Hahaha! Didn't know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. Oh well, not really a rock n roll fan. But I wanna be. Umm... labo ah. I'm starting reading Pulp  actually. Waha. No more fashion mags please! Pulp's graphics are  actually even better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmm, the problem now is I can't find our almost famous dvd. Waaah! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Where are you untitled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-115348996012817385?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/115348996012817385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=115348996012817385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115348996012817385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115348996012817385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/07/doodling-on-paper.html' title='doodling on paper'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-115340065315107335</id><published>2006-07-20T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:00:33.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile like you mean it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This tuesday while on the car on my way to xavier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This tuesday while in the lib.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yesterday, wedenesday in caf up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Today thursday in the lib.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ANYWAY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wow, feel so bullshitty right now. I need some booze. Hahaha. Saturday pleeeeasseeee. Please make tomorrow a good day. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-115340065315107335?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/115340065315107335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=115340065315107335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115340065315107335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115340065315107335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/07/smile-like-you-mean-it_20.html' title='Smile like you mean it'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-115313703175017655</id><published>2006-07-17T19:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:00:33.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>c'est la vie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oooooh. I cannot believe that happened. Waaah. Cannot not not. But the only thing I can only do actually is laugh about it and think of it as "one of those moments". Buuuuuut. It seems like those moments are piling up and piling up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Umm. Like, it was like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well, before that, let me just say that I am the Queen of Bloopers when it comes to commuting. Bow. I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; the Queen of Bloopers when it comes to commuting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The thing is, there is yet again another one of those bloopers episodes. I just really can't believe another one happened again! Wahahahahahaha. FUNNYNESS. It was actually more of a funny moment than a kainis moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So there I was, walking down the street, singing doo-a-dee-a-beebee-dum-beebee-doooo. Haha, joke lang. I was walking in our street, so malapit na sa bahay. May dala kasi akong paperbag with speakers inside. Basta its for a presentation. Tapos, bigla na lang I can feel something tugging in my butt. Akala ko pa someone was groping eh wala naman tao. (But of course I'd rather not experience someone groping my ass) Tapos, ayun, butas na pala yung paperbag ko dahil ata nabasa because it rained. Aba'y nalalaglag na pala yung speakers and other stuff. Tapos ayun di ko na nahabol nalaglag na totally lahat ng laman. May shirt pa tapos may basura shit. OMG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;How very much embarrassing ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I even heard the people in the sari-sari store, "Uy kawawa naman o, bigyan mo ng plastic dali."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tapos hinintay ko na may magbigay ng plastic. Wala. Hahaha. So struggle ako sa pagbitbit ng speakers dbaaaaa. Waaaah shet. Grabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can't believe another one has happened again. Oh well, medyo sabog rin naman ako the whole day. Maybe it just came with being sabog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-115313703175017655?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/115313703175017655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=115313703175017655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115313703175017655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115313703175017655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/07/cest-la-vie_17.html' title='c&apos;est la vie'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-115305847822276902</id><published>2006-07-16T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:00:33.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>calachuchi memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shet, Dian's blind items were really something. Hahaha! Laugh laugh laugh. Let me see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; try to figure out who those people are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yey, I really really really had a great time today. I mean, I really felt good and genuinely happy. Seeing my prends are really something. Made my heart very light. Waha. And seeing mc high again made me somewhat nostalgic. Going there earlier today made me feel somehow old. A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; of things has happened ever since we graduated. We saw sir pino, and it was quite strange how four years ago he was our homeroom teacher. It feels it was just like two days ago. Haha. Even&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; he&lt;/span&gt; became nostalgic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Waaah! There were lots of laughtrippings at mc today. Chismisan to the max nanaman kami. Bad bad bad. But, we can't help it! Waha. It was really funny when we were at the steps to the admin and were talking about how the paascu didn't credit the big caf ("cafe" as we call dati) in gs. Parang ako, "eh bkt hindi? totoo nmn eh, and dumi dumi doon eh.." Ang lakas pa ng boses ko eh nandun pala si mrs.principal. Haha. Well, what she going to do? Give me a major offense?! Haha! It was just about time that they showed some attention to the caf. Or cafe... lab it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And what really eely amazed me was that our building before in 4th yr now had 2nd and 3rd floos! Parang kelan lang...and now... Awww. I remember before how we would go through the windows of our classroom to open the doors because lagi kami walang key. Aww. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And the bamboo area na napagkamalan ko pa kaninang clachuchi area. Bakit ganun, ang layo naman ehhh. Jesssss. And I saw Gab pala. Wahaha. Lab her forever :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To mela, mia, dian, reese an den, HI HELLO. haha. Labo. Lobe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had a write-up after all. :) I look so ugly though. Well,I say that's what high school grad pics are for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmm. There. A lot more happened actually. More people, more mixed feelings and more new things. I'll just keep what's left to myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-115305847822276902?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/115305847822276902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=115305847822276902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115305847822276902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115305847822276902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/07/calachuchi-memories.html' title='calachuchi memories'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-115295566974097556</id><published>2006-07-15T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:00:33.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna do yoga</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmmm. That was sooooo weird. Very weird what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I saw Claire Alve at Mcdo today!! Of course, Michelle Sanchez was with her! Nakita ko si claire and michelle!! Wala laaaang. I looooove them. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hate group works. It always ends up being an individual work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh. Yey. So very excited to go to miriam tomorrow to get the yearbook!! Yey!! Seeing the school, batchmates, maybe teachers, the calachuchi, the classrooms. Yey!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I think I don't have a write-up. Hahaha. Haaay oh well. No use crying over spilled milk. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to be plastic...but I can't help it. With some people, it's so hard.............&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/26721291-115295566974097556?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/115295566974097556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=115295566974097556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115295566974097556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115295566974097556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-wanna-do-yoga.html' title='I wanna do yoga'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-115287998476527640</id><published>2006-07-14T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:00:33.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bumabagyo. Yey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Labo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Kawawa si Seth sa OC. Hahahaha. Si Marissa sabog forever. Good thing the network killed her off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Arrrrrr. Grrrarrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-115287998476527640?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/115287998476527640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=115287998476527640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115287998476527640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115287998476527640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/07/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-115271499269504750</id><published>2006-07-12T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:00:33.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mucho lliovendo ahora</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hey, I'm not even sure if my title up there is correct. What the hell. It just means it rained hard today. Very berry hard. Hahaha. Weird, but I actually didn't hope to have classes suspended today. Maybe because even if it did, I'd eventually wake up again very early the next day. Haayyy, so pessimistic me. Yeahhh. Why oh why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well, yep it rained very hard alright. When I was about to be dropped off at school, biglang, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;"!!;?&gt;[bsssshhhhhhhh}\00***!!@3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hahaha. All of a sudden, the rain poured sooooo hard. And so I stayed first outside the caf and waited for the rain to subside. But at that point, from the look of it, it will not subside any soon. So I took mah umbrella and went to my building. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Crap the poor streets and pedestrian lanes in ateneo. Shet, aba'y bumabaha. Umaagos ang tubig sa mga tawiran. It was bad man. My shoes and pants got wet. And while I tried to cross the streets, I got splashed with flood water thanks to the cars passing by. They didn't even let the poor pedestrian cross before they pass by.  What a nice way to start the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Buuuuut. It was also fun. Labo. Yeah, it's fun walking in the rain. It's like I wanted to go to a detour or something. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;At my break I slept in the lib. Ang galing kasi while I was there I thought of an idea for my physics portfolio! Wahaha. Galing. :) Maybe I should stay at the lib more often? Haha. Ewan. Pero masarap talaga matulog doon. Especially pag may warm jacket ka. Kasi naman mehn, kakaiba yung lamig sa lib. Bakit ganon. Parang sobra masyado. Like the other day, sinipon ako nung nag stay ako dun. Grabe mehn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hmm. No classes tom. The good thing about it, no Spanish orals for me! But, parang gusto ko na rin to be done with it. And the bad thing bout it, I wouldn't be able to take pictures for my shitty physics portfolio. Damn physics, with your velocity, acceleration, and newton's laws of motion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So....when shall I do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-115271499269504750?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/115271499269504750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=115271499269504750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115271499269504750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115271499269504750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/07/mucho-lliovendo-ahora.html' title='mucho lliovendo ahora'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-115257144469522980</id><published>2006-07-11T06:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:00:33.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iAydudame!</title><content type='html'>Ang sabog naman ng blog ko. Like me. Like blogger, like blog. Hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-115257144469522980?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/115257144469522980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=115257144469522980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115257144469522980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115257144469522980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/07/iaydudame.html' title='iAydudame!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-115219031063114127</id><published>2006-07-06T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:00:33.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh if you wanna coz I'll laugh too</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just wanna say that I'm the Queen of Bloopers when it comes to commuting. Bow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Today is July 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I remember vividly the time I stepped on wet cement. That happened January this year and I think it was because of false judgements and just plain sleepiness. If I would recall all the commute "bloopers" I had since my 1st yr in mc last year, those number of times would surely be more than your fingers and my fingers put together. Haha. No, wait, I'm not really sure. But the point is, I've had so many "misfortunes" (but ultimatey funny ones) when I commute. I don't know if it's in my lack of experience (nahhh),  my inattentiveness, the country's poor public transportation and roads, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;or just plain stupidity.  Maybe the last one can already explain everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's just this. I had another one last thursday when I didn't have money for paying the trike. Read: NO MONEY. It's not that I didn't have change or I had a whole 1000 (which I never will have), but I didn't have anything to pay for the ride. I forgot that time that I had to withdraw, that I didn't have any money anymore. And so, while I was in the trike searching in the deepest corners of my backpack and found nothing, I was sorta panicking and laughing at myself. Actually nahahalata na nung kasabay ko na wala akong mahanap na pera. Meron nga tatlong piso pala. But kamon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And so, I did what I needed to do even if I had to sacrifice my dignity (exxxagg!). I asked money from the person I was with, whom I didn't know at all. It was extremely embarrassing and stupid. Hahaha. What saved me was my stored value for lrt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So there. Lesson: always have a stored value card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hindeh, joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Laging maging makapal ang mukha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hindeh, joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Malamang. Maghanda palagi. And follow your instincts. Hahaha labo. Kasi nung pauwi na ako that day feeling ko may something akong nakalimutan. So there. Always have change.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And pahabol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I totally crapped my Lit quiz today. I so hate it hate it hate it. I already knew the correct answer but didn't trust myself.HATE IT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-115219031063114127?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/115219031063114127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=115219031063114127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115219031063114127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115219031063114127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/07/laugh-if-you-wanna-coz-ill-laugh-too.html' title='Laugh if you wanna coz I&apos;ll laugh too'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26721291.post-115167038802744797</id><published>2006-06-30T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:00:32.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fill the sheet of blank paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was in the lib today during my break with my other blockmates. I was supposed to be writing something for my lit journal, but I ended up drawing somthing at the edge of the one whole pad while listening to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;maybe sometimes we feel afraid but it's alright the more you stay the same, the more you seem to change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It was so weird because what I wrote sounded very...poetic-ish. It turned out really figurative.  And I didn't even come to my point yet and my draft was already so long. And it's just a journal. It's really hard sometimes  to limit myself from writing long when I'm so into it. Like the IS finals before and my lit quiz earlier today. I just have to explain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. Ooohlala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anyway, as I was doodling and slipping out of reality and thinking things very far from the lib and the journal, I hear someone say my name. At first, I thought I was just imagining it or something, but then it was Ardi. Hahaha. Funny, catching me doodling crap on paper. We talked in the lib and it was so hard to do because we were hushy-hush-hush. We talked in our normal way of talking anyway and laughed... except with decreased volume of course. I love to laugh a real laugh so much. Oo na, weights PE ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oooh yeah I just really love corinne bailey ray. Maybe that's why i got so figurative in writing and got into the blackhole of my thoughts. Other than loving her soothing jazzy music, I love her Bailey name. And I love Baileys. But sometimes, it is just too sweet. I'm also loving my lit class. The search for all the meanings, symbols, ironies and all that shit gets me really recitation-y and in thought. (How could I have thought that two lovers standing in the balcony symbolize romance? Getting high, above=elation? Get it?) Hahaha. Whutdahel. Whut kind of word is recitation-y. Oh well go to hell. Why we didn't have lit in highschool I don't know. I feel so deprived of all the good readings I feel like I should have read. Like all the Shakespere, Hemingway, Joyce, Golding, blah blah. Oooohlala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Waah this is so freak. It just has been two weeks and I feel so drained alrady thanks to my very practical and smart schedule. Not. Ask me about my schedule and I might have to kill you. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hmm. All my thoughts are all so scattered now. I want to say so much but I just can't. And I don't know how I would say them properly. I just don't know. And I hate wearing my eyeglasses so much. It's like having a big distraction in front of me whenever I go. And I look so teacher-y with them. laugh laugh laugh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Okay, can't wear contacts. Grade too low. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Down from the hill, down to the earth and sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;? Yes. In time, in time. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26721291-115167038802744797?l=bigblackshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/feeds/115167038802744797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26721291&amp;postID=115167038802744797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115167038802744797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26721291/posts/default/115167038802744797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigblackshades.blogspot.com/2006/06/fill-sheet-of-blank-paper.html' title='Fill the sheet of blank paper'/><author><name>Jessica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0YYQUBXBCFM/SfCSMzATWhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/iq3cHNKx2r8/S220/IMG_1080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
