<?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-13268190</id><updated>2011-09-11T02:03:34.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>magic all the way</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-115405037745331380</id><published>2006-07-28T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T09:32:57.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pause the fast-paced life</title><content type='html'>i have been gone a million years, and i believe i will be for the next million, but i just want to take a break and see what's been going on. incessent entries, there, friends lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things have happened, and i am in for my very first accounting exam on sunday (shiver to death), but i just wanna shout out my latest triumph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday was the best day of my batch rep life. never mind that my bill reached P2000, that i've had only three hourse of sleep a day for the past three weeks. BACBACan (BA sportsfest) was the best. i was on top of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, lemme share the winning piece of what i personally thought should have been the winning presentation (syempre, sophies eh):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;junjun(bobit):&lt;/strong&gt; you make me feel like a sticker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kikay(cheska):&lt;/strong&gt; really? why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;junjun(bobit)&lt;/strong&gt;: coz im stuck on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a proud momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, back to my little workaholic box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S--O--P--H--I--E.S  the BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sophie. So fine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-115405037745331380?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/115405037745331380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=115405037745331380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/115405037745331380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/115405037745331380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2006/07/pause-fast-paced-life.html' title='pause the fast-paced life'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-114931415434498670</id><published>2006-06-03T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T14:07:22.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>incendiary wit</title><content type='html'>what does that mean, anyway? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i no longer have the will nor time to blog. next week i'll be staying in UP already, and it would mean busier days compared to last year. and besides, it would be more fun kung i-kwento ko personally, diba? haha. i will miss the &lt;strong&gt;*toink* &lt;/strong&gt;moments though. so... my last dose before i slink away for who-knows-how-long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mae's birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stella and i were early, and we and mae were taking a pathetic stab at re-enacting "light my candle" (yup, rent obssession still hasn't worn off). i was also actually carrying a candle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;attempt 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*knock knock knock*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mae&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;*opens door, tilts head to the side*&lt;/em&gt; WATCHUPORGET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;attempt 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*knock knock knock*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mae: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*opens door, tilts head to the side* &lt;/em&gt;WATCHUPORGET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;attempt 3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; *knock knock knock*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mae&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;*opens door, tilts head to the side*&lt;/em&gt; WATCHUPORGET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;LOL. I CAN'T DO IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;attempt 4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stella: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*knock knock knock*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mae&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;*opens door, tilts head to the side*&lt;/em&gt; WATCHUPORGET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stella: &lt;/strong&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we also tried out tonight...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me, mae, stella: &lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;em&gt;lying on the bed on our backs, our legs in the air* &lt;/em&gt;aray... aray... how did mimi do it?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stick has arrived&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stick: &lt;/strong&gt;grabe... tumataba na 'ko... (or something like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: edi ok!!! you'll FINALLY fit perfectly in!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;our barkada is composed of "healthy" people. except for stick. and now migo. lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;at SM with mae, stella, stick, buying bananas for mae's mom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;wait, anong klaseng banana ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mae: &lt;/strong&gt;ewan ko. ano ba dapat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stick&lt;/strong&gt;: depende kung para saan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mae: &lt;/strong&gt;so ano nga, LATONDAN o LACATAN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*MISSION IMPOSSIBLE theme PLAYS*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;after laughing our heads off...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stick: &lt;/strong&gt;tawagan mo na nga lang mom mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mae: &lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;em&gt;brings phone to her ear* &lt;/em&gt;malay mo biglang mag self-destruct 'to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eating dinner and attempting to get pancit on his plate...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mae's mom: &lt;/strong&gt;hindi ko ginupit yung noodles. ang haba noh? abot hanggang alabang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;migo&lt;/strong&gt;: sana si mae rin po abot hanggang alabang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marami rin sana *toink* sa &lt;strong&gt;LSYC retreat&lt;/strong&gt;, but i'd have to reenact them. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it. tinatamad na ko mag-isip eh. hehe. till next time! but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/hiatus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-114931415434498670?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/114931415434498670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=114931415434498670' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/114931415434498670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/114931415434498670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2006/06/incendiary-wit.html' title='incendiary wit'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-114725558701275552</id><published>2006-05-10T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T18:06:27.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll cover you</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOSH i am SO in love with RENT right now. &lt;u&gt;RENT IS LOVE&lt;/u&gt;. I just can't stop singing, whether out loud or in my head. RENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEE!!! RENT layout! Eat my shorts, Stella. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in no mood to blog right now. Just so you know, we had a &lt;u&gt;very belated&lt;/u&gt; birthday surprise for Stella last Saturday (and I think this was when my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;RENTheadedness&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; reached an all-time high), then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;EK&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with the old and new &lt;u&gt;BAC&lt;/u&gt; last Sunday. Both days were amazing. Super.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*toink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;disclaimer: if you haven't watched RENT (you poor soul), you wouldn't get the first few moments. WATCH IT NA KASI!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;preparing Stella's birthday cake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: game! migo... do you have.... you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;migo&lt;/strong&gt;: huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stella:&lt;/strong&gt; *sings* &lt;em&gt;got a light? would you light my can-dllllle...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;getting ready to eat cake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;karyl:&lt;/strong&gt; wait, get ano... *makes slicing motion*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;migo&lt;/strong&gt;: cuz! *sings* &lt;em&gt;got a knife? (to the tune of "light my candle")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;watching a very confusing "Silent Hill" with Mae, Stella, and Migo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;what?! what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;migo&lt;/strong&gt;: *sings* &lt;em&gt;this is weird... fucking weird... (to the tune of "Tango: Maureen"... "She cheated... Fucking cheated...")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in line at Rio Grande at EK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;norby&lt;/strong&gt;: I told the lady *holds up 8 fingers* "miss, seven kami"&lt;br /&gt;*after five seconds*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;ahaha! *imitates norby*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;norby&lt;/strong&gt;: I don't know what's worse. Me making the mistake or you not getting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wanting to ride the Wheel of Faith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;carlo: &lt;/strong&gt;Ay, 'wag na lang! *grabs leslie* Ayaw ni Leslie, oh! 'Wag na lang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ben&lt;/strong&gt;: Hoy! Kunwari ka pa... Alam ko yan! I do that, too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know many many more happened, I'm just too sleepy to think. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just slip me on, I'll be your blanket.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wherever, whatever I'll be your coat!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-114725558701275552?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/114725558701275552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=114725558701275552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/114725558701275552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/114725558701275552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2006/05/ill-cover-you.html' title='i&apos;ll cover you'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-114508632606839726</id><published>2006-04-15T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T15:52:06.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ei durr</title><content type='html'>it's been a while. i've been here and there and everywhere. hehe. last &lt;strong&gt;april 6-9&lt;/strong&gt; was my very first &lt;strong&gt;planning seminar&lt;/strong&gt; with the council in antipolo. i honestly thought it was sort of an excuse for us to have an outing, but &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;. i never thought i'd be sitting in a hot-and-cold conference room from &lt;strong&gt;9am to 10pm&lt;/strong&gt;, sometimes even later. it also doesn't help that the chairs are too high and my legs are too short. it actually &lt;strong&gt;hurts&lt;/strong&gt; when your legs have been &lt;strong&gt;dangling in the air&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;13 hours straight&lt;/strong&gt;. even though we had breaks, pareho lang kasi yung chairs sa dining room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ei durr&lt;/strong&gt; is now the official council greeting. and &lt;strong&gt;mwahugz&lt;/strong&gt; pag babay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;six of us in 7-11 at 4 am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ben&lt;/strong&gt;: *&lt;em&gt;pointing to my melon milk bottle*&lt;/em&gt; o, pia, okay ka lang? baka gusto mo pa ng tsupon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jolo&lt;/strong&gt;: pia, gusto mo pa ng milk? *&lt;em&gt;points to ben's breast&lt;/em&gt;* eto, o! galing sa dodo ng cow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;during lunch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ben&lt;/strong&gt;: teka, may food pa! asan na yung waiter? *&lt;em&gt;looks at the door where the waiters usually appear&lt;/em&gt;* sir? sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: baka walang tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ben:&lt;/strong&gt; meron. i saw him go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: excuse me sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ben&lt;/strong&gt;: ang bingi naman nun. hoy mokong!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;waiter appears&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;forming values that the council will follow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pets&lt;/strong&gt;: we should have integrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ben&lt;/strong&gt;: ah, tama. the council should be integrous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;random people&lt;/strong&gt;: anong integrous? meron ba nun? sa'n mo nakuha yun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ben: &lt;/strong&gt;meron talaga! as far as i know meron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aisa&lt;/strong&gt;: anyway, we should also have heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jolo&lt;/strong&gt;: heartous ba, ben?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*story ni mads*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mads driving late at night with sila jolo at the back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jolo&lt;/strong&gt;: mads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mads&lt;/strong&gt;: yes? *&lt;em&gt;looks at jolo through the rearview mirror*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jolo&lt;/strong&gt;: pa'no kaya kung... patay na pala kaming lahat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if anyone ever does that to me i will bitchslap that person all the way to pluto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planning sem was fun, super, kahit very draining. inuman pa &lt;strong&gt;sila &lt;/strong&gt;every night. everyone drank (including those who have never drunk before) except for &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;. ang loser ko talaga. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the council went to &lt;strong&gt;greenbelt 3 &lt;/strong&gt;straight from antipolo. we watched &lt;strong&gt;rent&lt;/strong&gt;. it was beautiful! i was too tired to &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; fall asleep for a few minutes, but i liked it all the same. dance revo made my day. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BACal: SOLID!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lsyc&lt;/strong&gt; is looking good, too. i am very proud of the new batch of officers. as in, &lt;strong&gt;ang galing&lt;/strong&gt;. i know they will not disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a gajillion years, i finally went to cavite. before it was every friday, now, &lt;strong&gt;rarely&lt;/strong&gt;. cavite was fun, as always. tatay (my lolo) told a lot of stories about the past, and it turns out i had a lot of relatives who became &lt;strong&gt;prisoners of war&lt;/strong&gt; or joined the &lt;strong&gt;death march&lt;/strong&gt;. ang cool. we're actually part of history. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after ten years, &lt;strong&gt;i finally have julian's LOST! &lt;/strong&gt;oh, i am so happy. &lt;strong&gt;i love you, boone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*mwahugz!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-114508632606839726?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/114508632606839726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=114508632606839726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/114508632606839726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/114508632606839726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2006/04/ei-durr.html' title='ei durr'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-114381716983649505</id><published>2006-03-31T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T22:59:29.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>summer yellows</title><content type='html'>gets? instead of summer &lt;strong&gt;blues&lt;/strong&gt;, it's summer &lt;strong&gt;yellows&lt;/strong&gt;. hihi wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so happy that my summer has finally begun that i just had to give myself an outlet. i love my new layout! it's &lt;strong&gt;so summer&lt;/strong&gt;. don't you feel the heat just by looking at it? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;strong&gt;so unfair&lt;/strong&gt;. i was supposed to go to &lt;strong&gt;boracay &lt;/strong&gt;with my cousins &lt;strong&gt;today&lt;/strong&gt;, but because of &lt;strong&gt;stupid chem&lt;/strong&gt;, my mom said it won't push through. i thought &lt;strong&gt;"it" &lt;/strong&gt;meant the whole trip. i thought, "oh well. we can go somewhere else anytime in april or may." but &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;. it meant just &lt;strong&gt;my &lt;/strong&gt;trip. the rest of the vacationers went ahead and flew off to boracay this morning. &lt;strong&gt;chem, i HATE you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much to blog about. all my blogging capacities have been eaten up by making this layout in an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still can't believe &lt;strong&gt;i missed boracay because of CHEM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-114381716983649505?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/114381716983649505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=114381716983649505' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/114381716983649505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/114381716983649505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2006/03/summer-yellows.html' title='summer yellows'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-114356641763422247</id><published>2006-03-29T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T01:45:50.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>final stretch</title><content type='html'>yes. &lt;strong&gt;two more days&lt;/strong&gt;. i can almost taste freedom. stupid chem. i can't wait to watch stella's &lt;strong&gt;Goblet of Fire&lt;/strong&gt;. oh saturday, come quickly!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;math100 &lt;/strong&gt;ruined my life. or will ruin it. i just know it. hate is such a strong word. i &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kyle: i'm a guy. i'm fickle and slow and dense..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got that right. on so many things. you know what i mean. lucky for you, i know how to bola my way out of everything. what will you do without me? your sole dose of logic in this world? &lt;strong&gt;lol&lt;/strong&gt;. on another note, i will cry if you shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are the happy people mutating? they're becoming all &lt;strong&gt;emo&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;sulky&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;moody&lt;/strong&gt;. i'm drowning in all the drama. stop it! i want &lt;strong&gt;rainbows&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;butterflies &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;purple unicorns&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched &lt;strong&gt;ongbalde&lt;/strong&gt; last week. oh, so sad. i kinda regret making that video. it's initial purpose was for us to &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;miss each other coz it captured our last two years in zobel so perfectly. but it has turned against us and has become our source of nostalgia. &lt;strong&gt;i miss you guys! &lt;/strong&gt;super.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have also watched &lt;strong&gt;zathura,&lt;/strong&gt; and twice in a row as well. i just can't get enough of danny and walter. oh, what adorable kids! i love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping at 2am and waking up at 12pm is fast becoming a habit. i actually typed "habit" as &lt;strong&gt;"hobbit"&lt;/strong&gt;. wahaha. anyway, i like this arrangement better. there's not much to do early in the morning anyway if you don't have class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of class... should i take summer classes??? it &lt;strong&gt;would &lt;/strong&gt;make my 1st sem load lighter, but that's &lt;strong&gt;one month&lt;/strong&gt; gone from my summer vacation. andy had offered to adopt me, though. lol. oh, decisions, decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and come to think of it, &lt;strong&gt;women do have better instincts than men&lt;/strong&gt;. it's so obvious. or maybe it's just in our own little world, don't you think, fa? hahaha. don't worry, i am so on your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother just came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;patrick&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;ate, knock knock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;patrick:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alabs who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;patrick&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;alabshu too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-114356641763422247?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/114356641763422247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=114356641763422247' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/114356641763422247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/114356641763422247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2006/03/final-stretch.html' title='final stretch'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-114267332913282317</id><published>2006-03-18T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T17:29:39.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blink. gone.</title><content type='html'>hay. i don't even know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love UP, but the thing is, they have no sense of time management. it was as if for the entire sem, i had close to nothing to do. every now and then, hell knocks on the door, but nothing impossible. &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt;, come last few weeks of sem, &lt;strong&gt;KABOOM&lt;/strong&gt;. hell rents a room in your place and stays with you for as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have lost all my creativity and hyperness to write an interesting blog entry. it's been &lt;strong&gt;one hell week after another&lt;/strong&gt;. i hate it. i'm all drained out, and i haven't even had my exams, yet. plus &lt;strong&gt;eight&lt;/strong&gt; papers to write. &lt;strong&gt;all in two weeks&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i write a &lt;em&gt;sort of &lt;/em&gt;but &lt;em&gt;non-degrading&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;anti-rally &lt;/strong&gt;reaction&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;paper for my &lt;strong&gt;uber-activist, let's-join-the-walkout, i'll-check-your-attendance-in-mendiola&lt;/strong&gt; english prof, do you think she'll fail me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hot&amp;amp;wet&lt;/strong&gt; was... i'll tell you when i see you. it was a big &lt;strong&gt;pffft&lt;/strong&gt; with matching... i can't say. people might sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got really mad. and for the first time in my life, &lt;strong&gt;i let them know&lt;/strong&gt;. i just love the dumb-founded look and guilt-ridden faces. i realized that my greatest weapon is a &lt;strong&gt;hissy fit &lt;/strong&gt;in &lt;strong&gt;straight english&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and a conclusion of &lt;strong&gt;"you know i'm right"&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a freshie forever. it's fun. it's amazing. it's guilt-free. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;special elections &lt;/strong&gt;for the remaining batch reps was fun, in a weird way. i got to use my huge &lt;strong&gt;batch rep &lt;/strong&gt;id for the first time! wee! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marves&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;*something corny but funny i can't remember*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laugh. out. loud. as. in.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;berna&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;bakit ganon? bentang-benta 'tong si marves sa mga freshie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ben&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;hayaan mo sila. ngayon lang yan nakakita ng jologs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a year of &lt;strong&gt;cheap everything in UP&lt;/strong&gt;, i now find everything else &lt;strong&gt;very expensive&lt;/strong&gt;. like yummy canteen food in zobel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-114267332913282317?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/114267332913282317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=114267332913282317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/114267332913282317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/114267332913282317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2006/03/blink-gone.html' title='blink. gone.'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-114093108864247626</id><published>2006-02-26T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T13:18:09.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a non-activst on activism</title><content type='html'>first of all, let me just say &lt;strong&gt;my right arm is about to fall off&lt;/strong&gt;. my photoshop has been put to extremely good use since last friday. &lt;strong&gt;four people, eight poster designs -&lt;/strong&gt; all in two days. imagine, people are asking &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; to do their posters. that's how severe photoshop-illiteracy is in my batch. mae would be so proud of me hahaha. i will be posting mine on multiply tomorrow since campaign starts then. i had to take down the old ones coz 1)not campaign period yet 2)we can't campaign for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to more serious stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything happened last friday. &lt;strong&gt;i never was much of a nationalist, never to be an activist. &lt;/strong&gt;i wanted to turn a blind eye, but sometimes people say things so harsh, it's obvious they weren't thinking. and so, i contribute to the long string of outbursts all over the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not a fan of rallies. i promised myself, and everybody else who made me do so, not to join rallies. &lt;strong&gt;trust me&lt;/strong&gt;. i have &lt;strong&gt;absolutely no intentions &lt;/strong&gt;of joining the "march of the people".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do have respect for them. yes, the majority of rallyists are the poor and oppressed. yes, they are perceived as lethargic "parasites" that complain about everything yet do nothing to rise themselves from their condition. yes, the rest of the rallyists are activists bent on reform and ousting GMA. &lt;strong&gt;seems absurd, right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there's one thing i learned in &lt;strong&gt;UP&lt;/strong&gt;, it's looking at the bigger picture. gone are the days when i look at so-called &lt;strong&gt;street rats&lt;/strong&gt; and think, &lt;strong&gt;"serves you right for doing nothing all day"&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;there's always a story behind every image&lt;/strong&gt;, and, more often than not, it is the misinterpretation that leads to bad judgment. nobody in the world would dream of living in the streets, weak from hunger, never knowing when the last breath will be, never knowing what would get them: sickness? starvation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've heard a lot of people saying that those "lethargic pests" joining rallies are looking for a quick fix. those people are stupid, selfish, greedy. don't you think it's unfair to reduce their life-long suffering to something as petty as greed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you have been living under the poverty line ever since your first breath, wouldn't you retaliate as well?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poverty is not brought about by laziness. one has to look at society as a whole. it is not the fault of the poor that they have no jobs, no income, and minimal means of survival. &lt;strong&gt;society does not give them a chance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back then, when someone proposed to move all the poor to one island and bomb the whole place and the poeple into oblivion, i found it funny. when someone suggested to make all those who complain leave the country to get it over with, i agreed. &lt;strong&gt;but it's not as easy as that. &lt;/strong&gt;how can people leave the country if they have no money to buy food, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this whole entry is not directed to anyone in particular. it's just sad how much people look down on other people. &lt;strong&gt;it's so easy to stomp on other people's beliefs, other people's convictions, just because you have your own&lt;/strong&gt;. funny how those who do these talk about "unity".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe that the underlying cause of the problem lies within the corrupt walls of the government. we have a rich country, but it is of no use if it falls into the hands of alligator politicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some say that people should stop rallies. it is pointless. it is stupid. it brings about nothing but chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am not a fan of rallies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people say that rallies are not the answer, that they will not just sit around and watch the country crumble. i've heard this a billion times from billions of different people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what are you planning to do, then?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-114093108864247626?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/114093108864247626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=114093108864247626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/114093108864247626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/114093108864247626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2006/02/non-activst-on-activism.html' title='a non-activst on activism'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-114032699212979159</id><published>2006-02-19T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T13:29:52.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eye of the typhoon</title><content type='html'>to get the meaning of this layout, check out my &lt;a href="http://princessoftroy.multiply.com/photos/album/14" target="blank"&gt;MULTIPLY&lt;/a&gt; hihi. i'm starting to feel excited. only two weeks till the elections. &lt;strong&gt;i can't wait to post my face on the BA walls&lt;/strong&gt;. lol. i can't believe how active i am. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has been an uber stressful week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marketing for our event is going down the drain. i don't blame the companies for not wanting to sponsor us, though. what self-respecting company would sponosor an event called &lt;strong&gt;Hot &amp; Wet: A Pool Party for the Benefit of the KIDS&lt;/strong&gt;? i mean, talk about oxymoron. even if we really don't have any malicious intentions (&lt;strong&gt;and believe me, wala talaga&lt;/strong&gt;), an average person can't help but think of something &lt;em&gt;naughty&lt;/em&gt; when he hears the title. may &lt;strong&gt;KIDS&lt;/strong&gt; (Kids Integrated Development thru Schooling) pa. geez people. wala pang funds. ano ba naman yan. just coz i'm a &lt;strong&gt;freshman &lt;/strong&gt;doesn't mean my concerns are inferior to other people's, &lt;strong&gt;supposedly &lt;/strong&gt;with experience. the most annoying part was they kept saying, "&lt;strong&gt;okay lang yan. kaya yan!&lt;/strong&gt;" who's having problems now? &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;. all because i was &lt;strong&gt;forced&lt;/strong&gt; to market an &lt;strong&gt;unmarketable&lt;/strong&gt; event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;devastation&lt;/strong&gt;. i thought i found &lt;strong&gt;the one&lt;/strong&gt;. you were almost perfection. &lt;strong&gt;i loved you like no other&lt;/strong&gt;. but, after two months of having an &lt;strong&gt;amazing relationship&lt;/strong&gt;, someone snatched you away from me. &lt;strong&gt;forever&lt;/strong&gt;. i believed in that small glimmer of hope that you would come back to me, but you never did. now, i'm back to where i started. my &lt;strong&gt;k700i&lt;/strong&gt;. i wanted to get rid of him, that's why i bought you. i guess i was meant to be with this sucky phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so impossible. there were eight of us, and i was &lt;strong&gt;smack in the middle of the group&lt;/strong&gt;. the zipper of my bag was facing me pa. after every band, i feel my bag for my stuff. then, after this one band, &lt;strong&gt;*poof*&lt;/strong&gt;. cellphone's gone. my goodness gracious. wala man lang rip bag ko. zipper still closed. &lt;strong&gt;what a brilliant thief&lt;/strong&gt;. the concert was super amazing, though. as in. &lt;strong&gt;bamboo, marvin cruz, and jino ferrer&lt;/strong&gt; all-in-one. i almost died. lol. weeeeee &lt;strong&gt;penguin &lt;/strong&gt;(kilig) &lt;strong&gt;fest&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;semi-toink, semi-ouch&lt;/strong&gt; moment:&lt;br /&gt;*joseph slips his hand in my pocket*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you put anything in my pocket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joseph:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i just wanted to steal your phone. oops, too late. someone already beat me to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to pummel him. but it was somewhat funny. cruel, but &lt;strong&gt;somewhat&lt;/strong&gt; funny. see? even in the midst of misery, i still appreciate humor. haha. and as soon as he said it, he realized how wrong he was, and went into &lt;strong&gt;claudio mode&lt;/strong&gt;. (claudio: old friend who does nothing but make my life stressful and say sorry 1,000,000 times everyday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math exam again this saturday. &lt;strong&gt;noooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-114032699212979159?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/114032699212979159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=114032699212979159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/114032699212979159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/114032699212979159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2006/02/eye-of-typhoon.html' title='eye of the typhoon'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-113877923848747404</id><published>2006-02-01T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T15:33:30.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with the crazy phone calls</title><content type='html'>i am now spending everyday's &lt;strong&gt;1:00-5:00pm&lt;/strong&gt; on the phone, calling up stores and companies for contacts. and, while searching for more numbers on the net, i decided to take a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;blog mode&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier this morning, i watched a film (required for my sociology class) with kyle, joy, and khat at the film center.&lt;strong&gt; Ora Pro Nobis&lt;/strong&gt;. i think it's already &lt;strong&gt;#99&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;UP's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;1000 Ways to Instill Activism in a Student's Subconscious &lt;/strong&gt;Handbook. i forget how many talks and films and whatevers i've been required to watch, all with the "oust gloria" undertone. lol. but, in fairness, it's a very interesting film. it was about how &lt;strong&gt;EDSA I&lt;/strong&gt; (therefore, Cory's time) wasn't really all that democratic. it showed vigilantes hailed as "model citizens", even though they ruthlessly killed civillians, women, and children suspected of being "rebels" during the marcos regime (at least, that's how i understood it). it also turned out to be a &lt;strong&gt;brutal &lt;/strong&gt;film. worst of all, &lt;strong&gt;it's probably true&lt;/strong&gt;. it was banned from cinemas, afterall. a highly political film that sheds light on the truth behind a good facade is bound to be banned from the public. where's the activism part there? there was a short talk and documentary before the film about president GMA again. &lt;strong&gt;i personally didn't see the connection.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i've said, i'm spending every free afternoon i have trying to call as many companies as i can before office hours end. i'm getting pretty used to it. it's coming very easily to me. sometimes i feel like those voice recordings, saying the same things &lt;strong&gt;over and over and over &lt;/strong&gt;again. and, for some reason, &lt;strong&gt;i still smile while i speak &lt;/strong&gt;even though i know they won't see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, there are some occassional weird phone conversations. i'm thankful for those moments for breaking the monotony of my afternoon. for some reason, &lt;strong&gt;yesterday&lt;/strong&gt; was filled with those &lt;strong&gt;awkward/unusual/hilarious moments&lt;/strong&gt;. (also known as &lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt; moments)&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: hello, goodafternoon. i would just like to inquire if &lt;em&gt;(store name) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;store&gt;is accepting sponsorship proposals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clerk&lt;/strong&gt;: ano po yun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: sponsorship proposals po.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clerk&lt;/strong&gt;: shipwreck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: SPON-SOR-ship proposals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clerk&lt;/strong&gt;: ah, sandali lang po ha. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*to someone in the store*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;ate, tumatanggap ba daw tayo ng sponsorship proposals? &lt;strong&gt;*to me*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;para saan po ito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: may event po ang UP Junior Marketing Association.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clerk&lt;/strong&gt;: sandali lang po. &lt;em&gt;ano daw, may UP Club Union event yata. basta sa UP Club Union... &lt;/em&gt;ah, ma'am, tawag na lang po kayo sa head office. *gives number*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: okay, thank you very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even i don't know how i managed to keep myself from bursting out with laughter. UP Club Union... wahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: hi, goodafternoon! i would just like to inquire if (&lt;em&gt;store name)&lt;/em&gt; is accepting sponsorship proposals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;operator&lt;/strong&gt;: ok, hold on.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;lullaby-ish hold music plays&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;different operator&lt;/strong&gt;: yes, goodafternoon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: hi, goodafternoon! i would just like to inquire if (&lt;em&gt;store name)&lt;/em&gt; is accepting sponsorship proposals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;operator&lt;/strong&gt;: hold on, transfer ko lang po kayo.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;lullaby-ish hold music plays*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;another op&lt;/strong&gt;: hello, goodafternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*strained sigh* &lt;/em&gt;goodafternoon. i would just like to inquire if (&lt;em&gt;store name)&lt;/em&gt; is accepting sponsorship proposals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;op&lt;/strong&gt;: ah, sorry, ma'am. hindi po kami tumatanggap for the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;through gritted teeth*&lt;/em&gt; thank you po...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst part was the lullaby-ish music. then the "no" after that long wait.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: hi, goodafternoon. this is a call regarding sponsorship proposals. are you entertaining such for this period? (yes, i have 3 versions of my opening line. para naman hindi boring)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marketing&lt;/strong&gt;: regarding what is this proposal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: UP Junior Marketing Association is holding an event...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marketing: &lt;/strong&gt;ah alright. what kind of event?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: it is the major project for the applicants of the semester. we will be hosting a pool party, and all proceeds will go to our beneficiaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marketing&lt;/strong&gt;: okay. what are your beneficiaries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;we have two. one is the UP JMA Scholarship Fund wherein we sponsor a UP student every year, and our main beneficiary is KIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marketing&lt;/strong&gt;: KIDS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;yes. it stands for Kids Integrated... &lt;em&gt;*mental block* *clears throat* *thinks: uh oh...* *frantic search through my files for what KIDS means* *in the most dignified palusot voice i can muster...*&lt;/em&gt; Kids Inegrated Development Through Schooling. we provide educational scholarship for less priviledged children. we currently have 20 scholars for the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marketing&lt;/strong&gt;: okay. just send your proposal to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear, i KNOW what KIDS means. i just momentarily forgot. unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay nako. what's with yesterday that made the world go mental?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, the sophomores went somewhere and our other freshman boardmate went home. &lt;strong&gt;sab, mm, and i had the boardging house to ourselves.&lt;/strong&gt; what started with "uy, wait, i have kwento..." led to a &lt;strong&gt;3-hour-shrieking-guffawing-spine-tingling-mind-boggling-unbelievable-"that's impossible" screaming-chichi session&lt;/strong&gt;. i think it was the most fun night i've ever had in the boarding house (but every day is fun!). kung pwede lang, ikukwento ko lahat ng nakwento kagabi. i swear, i was shocked to death. lol. pero hindi pwede eh. aww... haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, anyway, i have to get back to work. i have to have as many contacts as possible to send our &lt;strong&gt;still-non-existent&lt;/strong&gt; sponsorhip proposal letter. &lt;strong&gt;pakshet&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics exam was a big &lt;strong&gt;boo. &lt;/strong&gt;i'm praying i can survive claculus on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought math100 was easier than 17?! hindi kaya!!! hence the higher number. as in sa classroom, i just stare at the problems. &lt;strong&gt;my mind is always a total blank&lt;/strong&gt;. i dunno if it's my &lt;strong&gt;eternal drowsiness &lt;/strong&gt;or &lt;strong&gt;natunaw na lahat ng braincells ko&lt;/strong&gt; last sem. i hate iiiiiiiiiiiit. i thought kaya kong &lt;strong&gt;i-chicken&lt;/strong&gt; yung math100 coz we started out with really simple stuff. and then, &lt;strong&gt;KABOOM&lt;/strong&gt;. hay nako. HAAAAAY NAKOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone are the days when 80% is a low grade. i'll be uber glad for a 75%. &lt;strong&gt;well, no&lt;/strong&gt;. but better that than a 60.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-113877923848747404?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/113877923848747404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=113877923848747404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/113877923848747404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/113877923848747404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-with-crazy-phone-calls.html' title='the one with the crazy phone calls'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-113826588351605135</id><published>2006-01-26T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T13:23:59.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with the inner struggle</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[edit] &lt;/strong&gt;this dramatic "inner struggle" part has been deleted on the account that i know now what to do. &lt;strong&gt;fa&lt;/strong&gt;, you're a &lt;strong&gt;genius.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; [/edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics and calculus exam pa next week. &lt;strong&gt;pakshet&lt;/strong&gt;. plus, marketing for the rest of the month. &lt;strong&gt;double pakshet&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was one of my busiest days. film viewing in the morning, marketing, marketing, chem exam in the afternoon, meeting early evening, more marketing. grabe. &lt;strong&gt;the intro and the finale of my day wasn't great, either&lt;/strong&gt;. those are what made yesterday hell, i'm sorry to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the plus side, zobel is finally gonna have their campus tour here in UP! it sucks though that they won't really stay that long (or not at all, but i'm hoping they at least go down the bus and enter at least one building), but &lt;strong&gt;yay&lt;/strong&gt;! i hope i have no class when they come here. i wanna be there when they see UP to tell them, &lt;strong&gt;"it's not as bad as it looks!"&lt;/strong&gt; lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- BA *&lt;strong&gt;toink&lt;/strong&gt;* moments --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;er&lt;/strong&gt;: margaux, alam mo ba kung ano ang "biik"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;margaux&lt;/strong&gt;: yuuuuuh! chick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;toinkness talaga.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leslie&lt;/strong&gt;: what happened to your car?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aissa&lt;/strong&gt;: sumabit kasi yung tire sa "burnal"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leslie&lt;/strong&gt;: bakit naman sasabit car mo dun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aissa&lt;/strong&gt;: eh ang dami naman kasi sa road, noh. ayan, o! *starts pointing* may burnal diyan, may burnal diyan, may burnal dun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she was talking about potholes, or "lubak". where she got "burnal", i have no idea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lunch time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leslie&lt;/strong&gt;: how much is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia&lt;/strong&gt;: i dunno. but you have to get styro pa coz i don't have enough plates at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leslie&lt;/strong&gt;: what?! i can't afford it! i'll go over 60!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia&lt;/strong&gt;: but i thought your "UP life" was just P50?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leslie&lt;/strong&gt;: we raised it to 60 coz it's sooo impossible! i can't live on P50! i'm so kawawa na... i can't even afford styro anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ching&lt;/strong&gt;: for how long is this UP life thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia&lt;/strong&gt;: forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leslie and ching&lt;/strong&gt;: noooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ever since they realized they're running out of money due to extreme gimmicks, they decided to lead a so-called "UP life". no splurging, no expensive whatever, and use only what you need. and they're dying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's BA. mas nakakaculture shock pa sa BA than with the whole of UP. i wasn't bothered by the so-called "jologs", the probinsyanos, the weirdos, the activists, the radicals, the extreme nerds. of course, i wasn't bothered by the average people. but the level of &lt;strong&gt;"conyosity"&lt;/strong&gt; (ayaw mag display ng "enye") and absolute &lt;strong&gt;"spoiled-rich-kid" way of life &lt;/strong&gt;of a lot (not all, though. like me!) of people in BA is just plain &lt;strong&gt;SHOCKING&lt;/strong&gt;. as in. &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt;'s my culture shock. but it sure is &lt;strong&gt;hilarious&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*penguin*/*pumepenguin*&lt;/strong&gt; - BA term used to refer to the body language pag "kinikilig"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bea. i'm still &lt;strong&gt;*penguin* &lt;/strong&gt;about it. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-113826588351605135?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/113826588351605135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=113826588351605135' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/113826588351605135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/113826588351605135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-with-inner-struggle.html' title='the one with the inner struggle'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-113654151143441934</id><published>2006-01-06T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T19:48:09.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with memorable *toinks*</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;2006 na! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*throws confetti*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a &lt;strong&gt;new year&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;new life&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;new hopes and dreams &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*palipad ng dove*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weehee corny. eto na naman ako, blog again. i once told bea that i blog more often than her, and i'm the one in college and with no computer to use since i'm in the boarding house. then, i realized why: &lt;strong&gt;because no matter how many gazillion things i need to do, it's always more fun to do something useless but entertaining. like blogging. &lt;/strong&gt;lol. so, yes, college is making me lazy. i don't study anymore unless i'm in danger of failing. which is happening more often than i'd like. like stupid natsci. huhu. lol. pero, &lt;strong&gt;magic&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;em&gt;*tada!*&lt;/em&gt; i'm keeping my grades up. for now. &lt;em&gt;*shiver*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, i think this will be my blog entry for a long time, so pagbigyan niyo na kung medyo mahaba. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, anyhoo, i want to do my own new year blog, eh ang baduy naman kung magkwento lang ako. imagine, i'll tell a year's worth of stories of how 2005 was this and that. sooo... the solution? &lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;! lol. i assume these are my &lt;em&gt;memorable &lt;/em&gt;*toink* moments since these are the ones i remember. makes sense, right? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, here are &lt;strong&gt;a few&lt;/strong&gt; things that made me laugh (and, now, senti) during the last &lt;strong&gt;365 amazing days&lt;/strong&gt; (and a few befores and afters). hindi lahat makakagets, pero okay lang. hindi rin sya in order. at hindi rin sya exact coz i couldn't remember who said what. magiimbento na lang ako. anyway... &lt;em&gt;*open curtain, applause*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--&gt; song interpretation OP for filipino, sir llaguno days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kb is dward's mom, and kb is forcing dward to get rid of his "cat" (na lion). her performance is memorable to all*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kb&lt;/strong&gt;: ang hirap hirap magtrabaho!!! &lt;em&gt;*sings w/ action*&lt;/em&gt; Magtanim ay 'di biro, maghapong nakayuko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kb&lt;/strong&gt;: sumthing sumthing &lt;em&gt;*sings w/ emotion*&lt;/em&gt; Hindi ako si darna... wala akong lakas at kapangyarihan upang jdsafhajfhdsh... (nakalimutan kasi lyrics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kb&lt;/strong&gt;: *forcing dward to get rid of the cat* bibigyan kita ng dalawampung segundo!!! &lt;em&gt;*sings w/ hands on hips* &lt;/em&gt;isa... dalawa-tatlo... apat-lima... anim-pito-walo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;em&gt;physics demonstrative project, a lost cause&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*we have this beautiful setup of a wilkin's water dispenser bottle, 2 faucets, and a simple wire-and-can number that doesn't work. now, we're in despair in the physics lab*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;migo: &lt;/strong&gt;we need salt para magkaelectrolytes yung water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stella&lt;/strong&gt;: sa'n naman tayo kukuha ng salt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;diba may salt dun sa storage?&lt;br /&gt;*everyone looks at the door to the room where all the chemicals were stored*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stick: &lt;/strong&gt;pwede ba?&lt;br /&gt;*i walk to the door*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia&lt;/strong&gt;: it's open!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;migo: &lt;/strong&gt;ano, do we get the salt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stick/stella: &lt;/strong&gt;isn't that stealing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;it's just SALT! we NEEEEED it! (coz we were so screwed)&lt;br /&gt;*stick rushes to the lab door, peers outside for possible snitches, and closes it*&lt;br /&gt;*i run to the storage room, gasp with shock at the number of bottles and containers filled with colorful and weird things*&lt;br /&gt;*i spot the large container labeled "NaCl", grab it, and run to our setup*&lt;br /&gt;*my groupmates pour salt into our water bottle*&lt;br /&gt;*i grab the container, run to the storage room, put the container back to its proper place, run out and shut the door*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia&lt;/strong&gt;: omg... omg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;migo: &lt;/strong&gt;what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;that was SOOOOOO HARRY POTTER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it waaaaas!!! imagine harry going into snape's storage and stealing ingredients for a potion...cool noh?! lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ironically, sir lasap, sir ezrel, and ms panaligan all worked on our project, and it STILL didn't work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--&gt; my 18th birthday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i gave invitations to the zobel people. sila lang kasi yung alam kong mabibigyan ko. sorry, college peeps. hanggang text lang. hehe. anyway...*&lt;br /&gt;*day before the debut*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;julian&lt;/strong&gt;: ate, pwede ba ako pumunta bukas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;'diba binigyan kita ng invitation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;julian: &lt;/strong&gt;oo. pwede ako pumunta bukas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;hindi naman kita bibigyan ng invitation kung hindi pwede eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;julian&lt;/strong&gt;: so... pwede nga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*in the process of last-minute inviting chio to my debut. as in night before. hihi*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia&lt;/strong&gt;: ei chio! may gagawin ka ba bukas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chio&lt;/strong&gt;: meron, pero free ako sa gabi! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he was implying he can go to my debut. haha. but he didn't. huhu. gift ko?! lol juz kidding. (jokes are half meant... hahahahahaha)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--&gt; causing havoc in the classroom after classes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*people were practicing for the dance compe for the intrams, others watched, while we had sciwiz -_-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sir laqui&lt;/strong&gt;: rap... mag-rap ka nga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yun lang. haha. corny noh? pero natatawa pa rin ako. hahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--&gt; sr.c retreat in angels' hills&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*there was this "game" we were playing... it was called "survivor"... as long as you haven't done &lt;em&gt;#2&lt;/em&gt; in the c.r., you're a "survivor"*&lt;br /&gt;*last day, breakfast*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;karyl: &lt;/strong&gt;wait, i have to go to the cr!&lt;br /&gt;*she leaves the mess hall*&lt;br /&gt;*a couple of minutes later, she returns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;karyl: &lt;/strong&gt;hindi na 'ko survivor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;em&gt;jeg moments&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;nakita mo yung dog ni kyle sa blog niya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jeg: &lt;/strong&gt;ah yun. oo. bakit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;ang cuuuuute!!! laftrip, mukha ngang toy na de-battery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jeg: &lt;/strong&gt;diba toy nga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;hindi! totoong dog yun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jeg: &lt;/strong&gt;eh bakit &lt;strong&gt;toy &lt;/strong&gt;poodle??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;galeng galeng talaga ni jeg!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i sent him this xmas text:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now that it's christmas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look at your feet!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You might have mistletoes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny noh? hahaha. anyway...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;nasend ko ba sa'yo yung xmas joke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jeg: &lt;/strong&gt;ah oo. di ko gets yun. sending it at 2am didn't help either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;di mo gets?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jeg: &lt;/strong&gt;hindi. as in yung mistletoe? yung mag-kikiss sa ilalim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;feet nga eh! as in mistletoe... mistletoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jeg: &lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;as in yung toes mo, "mistle"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jeg: &lt;/strong&gt;aaaah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he didn't get the joke but he got the "yung toes mo mistle". lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&lt;em&gt; bea and i over the break&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*aside from the countless times we say the same things at the same time, we kinda look the same way too*&lt;br /&gt;*our younger cousins were walking around in skirts and all*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;grabe, look at issa's legs. they're so long! they all have long legs! (3 silang magkakapatid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bea: &lt;/strong&gt;and thin. pati arms nila. actually they have long and thin everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;and i have short and stubby everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bea: &lt;/strong&gt;me, too! and my toes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bea: &lt;/strong&gt;parang may goiter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you look at the bottom of our feet, our toes look like this:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oooo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wahahahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;em&gt;BACBACAN, CBA's sportsfest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i was the scorer for basketball*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;andy: &lt;/strong&gt;pia, talaga. scorer. you're just doing that for the boys noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joanna&lt;/strong&gt;: oo nga! galing ng tactic eh. of course everyone has to look at the score, and they will always look at pia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;andy: &lt;/strong&gt;you know what you do? ibaliktad mo yung board para hindi makita yung score, tapos the guys will approach you and ask for the score!&lt;br /&gt;*a few games later, we were all talking, and i was kinda out inattentive. i was still scoring though, but the board was on my lap*&lt;br /&gt;*a player approaches*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guy: &lt;/strong&gt;excuse me, ano yung score?&lt;br /&gt;*i show the score*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;andy: &lt;/strong&gt;omg i can't believe it worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how ironic. but it didn't really work. panget yung guy eh. hahahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--&gt; sophomores in the boarding house&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the sophomores were filming in the room of the owner of the house. syempre bawal yun. but that was the only available place. so tinakas nila. khat was their lookout*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;khat: &lt;/strong&gt;paula! paula! paula! (that was the signal na nandyan na yung owner)&lt;br /&gt;*the sophomores in the room scramble out the door*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fed: &lt;/strong&gt;teka, bakit gumagalaw yung curtains?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;char: &lt;/strong&gt;yung fan!&lt;br /&gt;*they rush inside, turn off the fan, then rush back out*&lt;br /&gt;*the owner is talking to someone outside*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fed: &lt;/strong&gt;nalabas niyo ba yung chair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;char: &lt;/strong&gt;saan ba kinuha yun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;diane: &lt;/strong&gt;sa kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;*they rush in and take the chair out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fed: &lt;/strong&gt;teka, may naiwan pa ba tayo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;char: &lt;/strong&gt;iniisip ko nga eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;diane: &lt;/strong&gt;wala na yata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;char: &lt;/strong&gt;gusto mo i-check?&lt;br /&gt;*owner comes in*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all three: &lt;/strong&gt;goodafternoon sir!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dami nangyayari sa boarding house, but it's either i can't post it here or i forgot about it. hehehe sorry. drop by some time :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;em&gt;eastwood, gimmick with UP friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*leslie is our batch rep, a loud and very frank woman*&lt;br /&gt;*we walked around eastwood and entered some shops*&lt;br /&gt;*in &lt;em&gt;gingersnaps&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leslie: &lt;/strong&gt;wait lang... &lt;em&gt;*looks around*&lt;/em&gt; is this store for...like...babies and pregnant women onlyyyy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*in this other store with expensive shoes and bags*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leslie: &lt;/strong&gt;look, oh! 50% off!&lt;br /&gt;*we go in, and she starts looking through things*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leslie: &lt;/strong&gt;3000??... 1500?? why is it so mahal? miss, saan yung 50% off?&lt;br /&gt;*salesclerk points to a row of kinda ugly shoes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leslie: &lt;/strong&gt;no wonder it's 50% off... (we're still in the store, beside the clerk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;les! ssh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leslie: &lt;/strong&gt;what? it's ugly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;em&gt;eastwood, kyle's bday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mm&lt;/strong&gt;: okay lang ba kung bumili ako ng ganitong phone? (my phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia&lt;/strong&gt;: oo naman! di naman kita pipigilin eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mm&lt;/strong&gt;: gusto ko kasi ng gan'to. may nakita rin akong cute na samsung, pink and white. &lt;strong&gt;flip flop&lt;/strong&gt; din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;multi-purpose na kasi cellphones ngayon. lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;some other stuff happened that night, but it's not for blogging. haha. (nothing illegal)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fa - welcome to the family! hahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;em&gt;new things i learned&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;word: &lt;/strong&gt;crapola (crap + ola)&lt;br /&gt;got that from migo. laftrip noh? &lt;em&gt;crapola&lt;/em&gt;. rolls off the tongue. hahaha. sarap sabihin pag may nangyaring masama. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what?! midterms na on the first week of feb?! CRRRRRAAAAAPOOOOLLLLAAAAAAA!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hirit:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;trixie, tim, and i sa starbucks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tim: &lt;/strong&gt;sorry ha, wala nyan sa bundok namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;trixie&lt;/strong&gt;: wow ang yaman mo naman, may sarili kang bundok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh yes. panalo. the best hirit i've heard in ages. hahahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crapola. &lt;/strong&gt;i know madami pa eh. as in. madami pa, funnier. i just can't remember! hahaha. kakainis. &lt;strong&gt;add na lang kayo sa comments!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;strong&gt;2005 &lt;/strong&gt;was great. &lt;strong&gt;2006 should be better! &lt;/strong&gt;regardless of my forthcoming stress, eyebags, later nights, early days, boatloads of academic and extra-curricular work, i can still look forward to the fun, exciting, happy, wacky outings, gimmicks, outtakes, days, experiences and whatnot.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;i know i'll survive UP, i love it here. &lt;strong&gt;i just hope i survive BAA&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand Six Hundred Minutes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand Moments so dear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand Six Hundred Minutes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How Do You Measure - Measure A Year? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Daylights - In Sunsets &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Midnights - In Cups Of Coffee &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Inches - In Miles &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Laughter - In Strife &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In - Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand Six Hundred Minutes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How Do You Measure A Year In The Life? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How About Love? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Measure In Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*apir!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-113654151143441934?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/113654151143441934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=113654151143441934' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/113654151143441934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/113654151143441934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-with-memorable-toinks.html' title='the one with memorable *toinks*'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-113601085923208094</id><published>2005-12-31T13:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T15:42:18.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with christian bautista</title><content type='html'>last night, &lt;strong&gt;rach turned 18&lt;/strong&gt;! she started and ended the night with a song sang so &lt;strong&gt;beautifully&lt;/strong&gt;. amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, i screwed up my &lt;strong&gt;18 candles &lt;/strong&gt;message, forgetting things and being incoherent. but anyhoo, it doesn't matter. she knows what i wanted to say anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, too, was &lt;strong&gt;ongbalde&lt;/strong&gt;'s first public presentation. not just a teacher. not just a class. &lt;strong&gt;a full public audience&lt;/strong&gt;: people we don't know, people who don't know us. well, well, well, what can i say? &lt;strong&gt;umaasenso na ang ongbalde&lt;/strong&gt;. innovated na ang aming hardware at software! haha. frustrating, though, how we &lt;strong&gt;slaved&lt;/strong&gt; over that video for &lt;strong&gt;weeks on end &lt;/strong&gt;and the whole video lasted just &lt;strong&gt;10 minutes&lt;/strong&gt;. boohoo. but anyway, the &lt;strong&gt;laughs, &lt;/strong&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;oh-my-gahd&lt;/strong&gt;s, the &lt;strong&gt;awwww&lt;/strong&gt;s and the &lt;strong&gt;yiheeeee&lt;/strong&gt;s were enough to lift my spirits. so did the &lt;strong&gt;grabe-it's-so-nice&lt;/strong&gt;s and the simple &lt;strong&gt;smiles&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;nods of approval&lt;/strong&gt;. hihi. sayang, walang standing ovation. but i know it will come soon enough. lol. oo na, shameless self-appraisal. so what? it's my blog. lol. and besides, rach loved the video and that's enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i appeared several times on stage, too. the video presentation, two proxies, a mock song number, and of course sa 18 candles. medyo nakakahiya na, but what the heck. iba na talaga pag &lt;strong&gt;celebrity&lt;/strong&gt;. lagi kang &lt;strong&gt;in-demand&lt;/strong&gt;, but that's part of it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*toink* moments of the night:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stick on the phone, talking to her dad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stick: &lt;/strong&gt;ha? ano? AYAN NARIRINIG NA KITA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jonas:&lt;/strong&gt; ssh! naririnig ka rin namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*18 treasures, wala si stella*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;migo: &lt;/strong&gt;unfortunately, stella couldn't be here, so to proxy for her is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;ikaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mio: &lt;/strong&gt;huh?? ako ba?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*marco was dressed in this gray polo with stitching*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;marco! mukha kang body guard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stick&lt;/strong&gt;: senator naman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to outgrow my &lt;strong&gt;party-planner&lt;/strong&gt; stint, but it may never seem to go away. some &lt;strong&gt;behind-the-scenes&lt;/strong&gt; action (haha. this is more for rach's purpose):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;the video&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tita annie &lt;/strong&gt;texted me about the video, asking if we can make one for rach. syempre, &lt;strong&gt;ongbalde &lt;/strong&gt;to the rescue!! after getting &lt;strong&gt;pics from ate jing&lt;/strong&gt;, getting &lt;strong&gt;video clips of the class' message for rach&lt;/strong&gt;, and figuring out &lt;strong&gt;how and when mae, stella, and i, could possibly get together&lt;/strong&gt;, we finally start on our masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*in atc*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;GUYS! dali! message for rach! say "Hi Rach! Message! Happy Birthday!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;them&lt;/strong&gt;: wait lang... mag-iisip pa ako ng message.&lt;br /&gt;*after waiting*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; ready?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;them&lt;/strong&gt;: sige na nga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: ok. 1...2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someone else&lt;/strong&gt;: pia! andyan na si rach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; shet! ang tagal niyo kasi eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*when everyone's starting to leave atc*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia&lt;/strong&gt;: uy! wala pang message yung ongbalde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mae&lt;/strong&gt;: ay oo nga! dali. sa banyo na lang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;sa banyo?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stella&lt;/strong&gt;: madi! take our video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;madi&lt;/strong&gt;: wuuuuut? but i'm gonna watch a movieeeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stella: &lt;/strong&gt;dali na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*and we rush to the foodcourt c.r.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cramming the video the afternoon of the party*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia&lt;/strong&gt;: okay...so add ko 'to...shet nagmove lahat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mae&lt;/strong&gt;: akala ko ba tatanggalin natin yan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;ay onga pala...so tanggaling natin 'to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mae:&lt;/strong&gt; pa'no yung panning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia:&lt;/strong&gt; onga noh...teka, teka. pasok muna natin 'to...delete this...yung panning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mae: &lt;/strong&gt;yung transition pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia:&lt;/strong&gt; ay onga noh. wait lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mae&lt;/strong&gt;: dapat four seconds yung pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;mae?! bakit paisa-isa mo sinasabi?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; done with the video*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;teka, stressful!!! na-s-stress na 'ko... *manipulate video*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mae&lt;/strong&gt;: konti na lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;arrgh! tama na! mag-picture na nga lang tayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*hence the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://princessoftroy.multiply.com/photos/album/13"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Piae Photoshoot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was all well and good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;the song number&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rach asked me if the &lt;strong&gt;fingers&lt;/strong&gt; (the amazing singing group of the honor sec) can perform an intermission number. syempre, payag na naman ako. december na and still no number from fingers. then ivy said &lt;strong&gt;sf&lt;/strong&gt; (rach's kada) wants to perform. edi okay! another surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rach texts me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rach: &lt;/strong&gt;pia, okay na ba song number niyo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;secret...hihi. basta ayos na lahat.&lt;br /&gt;*i text ivy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;ivy! okay na number niyo diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ivy: &lt;/strong&gt;yup! okay na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*and that went on from the day rach asked me if the fingers can perform until the night of the party haha. rach kasi, walang tiwala sakin.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;the biggest surprise of them all&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the inital plan was the fingers would sing "kiss the girl", then enzo comes in and does his own thing. sayang hindi natuloy yung kiss the girl haha. but something better happened naman. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*months before the party*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;enzo, okay lang kumanta ka for rach? after ng number namin, kanta ka for rach. ikaw bahala kung ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enzo: &lt;/strong&gt;sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*weeks before the party*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enzo&lt;/strong&gt;: pia, okay lang ba kung kasama fongga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;sure. basta ikaw pa rin yung star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*days before the party*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;enz okay ka na ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enzo: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no reply&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;ONE day before the party*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enzo: &lt;/strong&gt;hindi buo yung kakantahin ko ha. onting part lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;kasama mo fongga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enzo: &lt;/strong&gt;hindi. ako lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;ah okay. bakit part lang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enzo: &lt;/strong&gt;mamatay ako pag buo! first verse and chorus lang please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;kaya mo yan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enzo: &lt;/strong&gt;wala akong mahanap na kasabay na music eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;what?! a capella ka pa? sige na nga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enzo: &lt;/strong&gt;pa'no ba kumanta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;from the heart! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enzo: ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;enz, para kay rach naman eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enzo: &lt;/strong&gt;*big smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*afternoon of the party, while mae and i were cramming the video*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enzo: &lt;/strong&gt;may cd burner ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;i'm at mae's pero meron siya. bakit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enzo: &lt;/strong&gt;pa-burn nung kanta! (kailan pa ma'y ikaw by christian bautista)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;bakit ngayon mo lang sinabi?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enzo: &lt;/strong&gt;please... kaya yan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*we weren't able to burn it for him, but he found a way. he was determined not to sing a capella*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*night of the party*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;enz's woes and worries as his big number approaches, from the moment he arrived till right before he performed:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- pia, ang daming tao.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- pia, sabayan mo 'ko!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- yung first verse at chorus lang ha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- okay lang talaga na may cd? hindi ko kayang ako lang eh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- kinakabahan na 'ko...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- hindi ako marunong kumanta ha...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- pwede ba akong magsalita muna bago ako kumanta? magso-sorry lang ako sa mga tao kasi hindi naman ako singer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- ang dami talagang tao...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- pia...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- 0_0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my reply to everything:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't care what you do as long as you sing! enz kaya mo yan. YOU CAN DO IT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he ended up singing &lt;strong&gt;very well&lt;/strong&gt; (with a few minor oopsies), singing &lt;strong&gt;the entire song&lt;/strong&gt;, and most of all, &lt;strong&gt;making rach cry.&lt;/strong&gt; tears of joy naman eh. hehe. it was one of my favorite parts of the evening. hindi na &lt;strong&gt;bebeh &lt;/strong&gt;si &lt;strong&gt;bebeh enzo&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang pag-ibig ko'y tanging ikaw lamang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang puso kong ito ay para lang sa'yo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Magpakailan ma'y hindi magbabago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Magpahanggang wakas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mananatili ka sa puso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laging ikaw ang nasa isip ko&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang buhay ko ay para sa'yo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tanging ikaw lamang ang iibigin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kahit sa oras ng pagtulog ko&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ikaw pa rin ang panaginip&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;t kahit na kailan pa ma'y ikaw pa rin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheesey noh? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY RACH!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;no matter how far i am, and how seldom we see each other, i'll always, ALWAYS, remain forever true and loyal to our friendship. you're a director's dream - patience and pure talent; the perfect friend - acceptance, understanding, trust, and simple joys; and everyone's shining star.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-113601085923208094?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/113601085923208094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=113601085923208094' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/113601085923208094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/113601085923208094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2005/12/one-with-christian-bautista_31.html' title='the one with christian bautista'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-113568462491001335</id><published>2005-12-27T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T21:52:48.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with all the presents</title><content type='html'>woohoo! new layout! i'm not 100% satisfied, but what the heck. finally... long breaks where you're not really in the mood to do anything worthwhile (when you actually have &lt;strong&gt;a lot&lt;/strong&gt; to do) can do that. in keeping with my F.R.I.E.N.D.S. theme, i've edited all my entry titles! para kunwari episode ng F.R.I.E.N.D.S. I love that show! My favorite in the entire world. &lt;strong&gt;i luuuuuuv it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i now have a &lt;strong&gt;tagboard&lt;/strong&gt;. tamad kasi mga tao. magco-comment na lang, ayaw pa. haha. but if you have long comments, do use the comment thingy below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of parties this year! family, friends, classmates. the &lt;strong&gt;lantern parade&lt;/strong&gt;, btw, was kinda disappointing. dati daw, &lt;strong&gt;mala-float &lt;/strong&gt;yung lanterns coz each college is given lantern parade budget. ngayon, budget cut. as a result, the lanterns were down-graded. ourd was propped up on &lt;strong&gt;bamboo sticks&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't able to watch the &lt;strong&gt;oblation run&lt;/strong&gt; either... 'nuff said. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huweeeell... &lt;strong&gt;christmas is over&lt;/strong&gt; *sob* i gave love on christmas day! actually, &lt;strong&gt;four days before&lt;/strong&gt; christmas day. literally! hehe. i gave my classmates who attended our christmas party (in the &lt;strong&gt;foodcourt&lt;/strong&gt; - sorry na... college sucks your money out of your pocket even before you get them in) this box that i (and &lt;strong&gt;ali&lt;/strong&gt;) filled with loooove. hahaha! weird noh? got the idea from something i found in &lt;strong&gt;sc &lt;/strong&gt;(UP's very own shopping center hihi). here's what the card said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Candy sprinkles, sparkling lights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wonderful presents, and special delights!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's Christmas again, but this time around,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We have something for you that in stores can't be found,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the true meaning of Christmas is love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love that came first from God above!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And since all great things come in small packages,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;here in this box are more than wishes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We hope you treasure our gift this Yuletide,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've filled it with lots of love inside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ang cute noh?!?! hahaha! yes, &lt;strong&gt;the poem's original&lt;/strong&gt;. our &lt;strong&gt;tiny&lt;/strong&gt; card came with a supposedly permanently-sealed box, pero merong mga pasaway na pinilit buksan yung box. ayan, all our love flew away! haha of course not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i got lots of &lt;strong&gt;cool things&lt;/strong&gt; this season, but the weirdest must be from &lt;strong&gt;mae ong&lt;/strong&gt;. she's a photoshop goddess, and she edits and manipulates pictures as a &lt;strong&gt;hobby&lt;/strong&gt;. hindi na siya nanonood ng tv coz of that. anyhoo, in our junior year, she picked up this freaky pastime of putting a person's face on someone else's body. yes, i know, a lot of people do that. but &lt;strong&gt;noone&lt;/strong&gt; can do it like &lt;strong&gt;mae &lt;/strong&gt;can. i don't have a good pic of her gift (because i left it at her house), but it's &lt;strong&gt;SATC&lt;/strong&gt; - Filipino style. i'll post it here some time. you'll get a kick out of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i also received lots of &lt;strong&gt;money&lt;/strong&gt; this Christmas. &lt;strong&gt;that's always good.&lt;/strong&gt; i'm not very picky with the amount. as long as it is in &lt;strong&gt;bill form&lt;/strong&gt;, i'll take whatever i'm given. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't want to go back to school yet!!!&lt;/strong&gt; i have &lt;strong&gt;two exams&lt;/strong&gt; waiting for me when i get back (incidentally, they're &lt;strong&gt;Physics&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Chem&lt;/strong&gt;), and i don't want to face them yet. i haven't even studied. arrgh. i want to keep doing pointless but fun things. like blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i also got a new phone! weeeeee! dapat papaayos ko lang yung &lt;strong&gt;mga&lt;/strong&gt; sira ng old phone ko, but it would be better if i got a new one. my brother got my old one haha. but it's kinda fixed now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;grabe, wala na akong ginawa kundi &lt;strong&gt;kumain&lt;/strong&gt;. everywhere i go, i eat. anytime, anywhere. huhuhu. not just in parties. even at home. &lt;strong&gt;STOP giving us food for Christmas!!! &lt;/strong&gt;huhuhu. &lt;strong&gt;cash&lt;/strong&gt; is always welcome. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;btw, if you have any &lt;strong&gt;contacts&lt;/strong&gt; to radio stations, studio 23, mtv, or any other sponsor for food, drinks, and music, please please please &lt;strong&gt;let me know&lt;/strong&gt;. i have to market this event (&lt;strong&gt;battle of the bands&lt;/strong&gt;) and i &lt;strong&gt;need &lt;/strong&gt;sponsors. if not, &lt;strong&gt;i'm dead meat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the ultimate Christmas *toink*:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i saw this in mugglenet:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let us not forget the true meaning of Christmas - &lt;em&gt;the birtth of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Santa&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it wasn't even a joke. &lt;em&gt;Homer Simpson, ikaw na ba yan?! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-113568462491001335?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/113568462491001335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=113568462491001335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/113568462491001335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/113568462491001335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2005/12/one-with-all-presents.html' title='the one with all the presents'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-113422382163081912</id><published>2005-12-10T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T17:04:55.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with the WHITE TEAM!</title><content type='html'>unbelievable! i just had, so far, &lt;strong&gt;the most amazing week&lt;/strong&gt; in my entire life! (lol exagge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week was &lt;strong&gt;BA week&lt;/strong&gt;, and obviously, it's the &lt;strong&gt;celebration of everything BA&lt;/strong&gt;! CBA (college of BA) kasi is on it's 89th year, and the slogan is "&lt;strong&gt;BIG TIME @ 89&lt;/strong&gt;". cute noh? haha. anyway, being in &lt;strong&gt;AuxCorps&lt;/strong&gt; (volunteer group of the council), i was pretty busy last week, preparing and executing all the orders the council gave. not to mention that bac2you assignments my "&lt;em&gt;bossing&lt;/em&gt;" gave me kahit tapos na i-publish yung paper. grabe, it was crazy tiring (syempre more so for the council officers), but it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO SUPER DUPER FUN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the BA council said we were the &lt;strong&gt;best batch of AuxCorps &lt;/strong&gt;BA has ever had (the active ones were mostly freshies). sabi nila wala daw "&lt;em&gt;barbs&lt;/em&gt;" yun haha. anyway, i was pretty surprised at how active we all were...how active &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;was all of a sudden. last sem, i did absolutely nothing for anything. all i did was bum around and study for exams, coz i thought that would be fun. now i realized &lt;strong&gt;sayang sana active ako last sem&lt;/strong&gt;, kahit sa AuxCorps lang, so i would have gotten to know the council earlier, and i would have enjoyed my first year even more. grabe, i've never met people as&lt;strong&gt; warm, kind, funny, witty, quirky, friendly, and &lt;em&gt;maalaga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;as each and every person in the council is. as in ALL of them, and i know that's the reason why we were all so willing to work for and with them. carlo, the president, is the funniest guy i've ever met. so cool and nice and sobrang down-to-earth. and aissa kept calling us her "auxcorps babies". it was so sweet and funny. i think the best testament to how welcoming they were was in the BACBACAN (sportsfest in BA), BA-based orgs were designated different colors, and the council and AuxCorps were in white. now, the council quit referring to everyone as "Council and AuxCorps" and "unified" (wahaha) us via "white team". basta, every single one of them. the best talaga sila. &lt;strong&gt;GO WHITE TEAM&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday (friday), we had the &lt;strong&gt;culminating night&lt;/strong&gt; (it was amazing, btw haha. we had a fashion show of the BA line pa - shirts and i.d. tags - c/o kikay and claude. yay to them!). it was supposed to start at 7pm, but we were already moving by around 4:00. it ended at 10, we finished cleaning up at 11:30, but we &lt;strong&gt;weren't able to eat anything&lt;/strong&gt;. my last meal was lunch 12 hrs before. carlo's was breakfast. so, like the last time we weren't able to have dinner, the "White team" went to eastwood since dun na lang bukas yung mga kainan. there's this restaurant, &lt;em&gt;somethin' fishy&lt;/em&gt;, that had a breakfast buffet at 12mn. e 11:45 pa lang nun, hindi pa complete yung buffet so di pa pwede galawin, but we were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;STARVING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i thought i was gonna die. so did they. lahat na ng pwedeng sabihin para lang mapakain kami then and there, sinabi na:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leslie &lt;/strong&gt;- sige na please...hindi niyo na kailangan i-complete yung buffet...wala akong pake kung longganisa lang yan...kahit kanin lang...kanin at asin lang po...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marves&lt;/strong&gt; - boss alam niyo ba kung saan kami galing? taga-UP po kaming lahat. gusto niyo bang mag-rally kami??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ben &lt;/strong&gt;- *points to freshmen* hindi na ho ba kayo naawa sa mga batang ito? mga batang yagit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, there were around 10 of us huddled outside the restaurant, pleading with this waiter. we decided to go in anyway and just wait for the buffet to be completed. then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;waiter&lt;/strong&gt;: ready na po yung buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;them&lt;/strong&gt;: AAAAAAHHHH!! *and ran to the buffet*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;them ha. i kept my composure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: i can't believe it's just P80 for everything. there's SO MUCH FOOD! (as in madami talaga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ping&lt;/strong&gt;: kaya nga "somethin' fishy" eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i prefer no to think about it. did you notice napapa-english na ako? BA people are so coño. you should hear their expressions, which i refuse to let you know in case you pick them up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after eating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joanna&lt;/strong&gt;: it was too much too fast...i can't take it...i'm gonna burst...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: i'm so sleepy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kiko&lt;/strong&gt;: me too, but if i sleep now i might die...but at least i'll die happy...i'm so happy o *pats stomach*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe, i think this is my first &lt;strong&gt;purely college &lt;/strong&gt;blog. no mention of ex-zobel peeps, no sr.c. that was a refreshing change, but of course that doesn't mean i'm letting go! heck no. i'm just happy that i finally am doing something &lt;strong&gt;productive, worthwhile, and absolutely fun &lt;/strong&gt;in college. actually, in some ways, the white team is like sr.c. but not exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya to chio, julian, and BEA (forget Ateneo!!! lol), and all others, if you get into CBA, the first thing you should do is sign up for AuxCorps. that and pray that your council will be as cool as ours. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHITE TEAM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-113422382163081912?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/113422382163081912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=113422382163081912' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/113422382163081912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/113422382163081912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2005/12/one-with-white-team.html' title='the one with the WHITE TEAM!'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-113310163598561026</id><published>2005-11-27T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T17:06:05.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one when i fall in love</title><content type='html'>it's been 11 days since my first time... and i'm still hung over... you have no idea... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i looooooove HARRY POTTER!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the film, the actorssssss (oh yes, the actors), sige actresses na rin, the set, the amazing musical score, the realistic effects... EVERYTHING!!! i just so &lt;strong&gt;looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooove&lt;/strong&gt; GoF. as in. sobra. i've watched it twice. one with my friends, the other time with bea. and both times i felt the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rush&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of everything: excitement, happiness, sadness, and absolute &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kiligness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. *giggle* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry&lt;/strong&gt;, oh, harry. how fast and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wonderfully&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;you've grown. and &lt;strong&gt;draco&lt;/strong&gt;, you and your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sharp black suits&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, you handsome devil you. &lt;strong&gt;ron&lt;/strong&gt;! don't be jealous of harry. you're &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;amazing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;as well. dear &lt;strong&gt;cedric&lt;/strong&gt;. you and your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;crazy rosy cheeks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. of course, &lt;strong&gt;vicky&lt;/strong&gt;. you're just how i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;imagined&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you would be. i love you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harry potter and the goblet of fire is simply BEAUTIFUL&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be out and about in atc tomorrow, &lt;strong&gt;hoping &lt;/strong&gt;to watch GoF for the third time, but no. my kada is insistent on watching &lt;strong&gt;exorcism of emily rose&lt;/strong&gt;. 'eto na naman ako. i think i'm gonna cry. no! no! &lt;strong&gt;no! &lt;/strong&gt;no more scary things!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i looooooooooooooooooooooove harry potter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally have something productive to do during my crazy abundant free time. i know i need that time to study my crazy stupid subjects, but who in their right mind would spend free time studying? hehe. so i entered myself in the &lt;strong&gt;bac2you &lt;/strong&gt;staff, and i now do layouts! yahoo! &lt;strong&gt;bac2you &lt;/strong&gt;is like COPO of zobel, a magazine thing, but it's only limited to the &lt;strong&gt;college of b.a. &lt;/strong&gt;(cba events and other stuff that would benefit ba students). only &lt;strong&gt;two days &lt;/strong&gt;into the staff and i've already lost &lt;strong&gt;two nights &lt;/strong&gt;of sleep. nagmamadali na kasi. buti na lang monthly thing 'to. or is it semestral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope the dlsz juniors have a &lt;strong&gt;campus tour&lt;/strong&gt; in UP. can't wait to show them what a wonderful world it is. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three weeks na lang, christmas break na!!!&lt;/strong&gt; didn't we just come from a month-long sembreak &lt;strong&gt;three weeks ago&lt;/strong&gt;? yes, we did! i love UP. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i mentioned &lt;strong&gt;i am totally in loooooooooove with everything harry potter&lt;/strong&gt;? nevermind the acting ability (or lack thereof) of katie leung as cho chang or the odd portrayal of gambon of dumbledore or the gazillion things left out from the book. &lt;strong&gt;i love harry potter!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;em&gt;toink* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;moments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*mae and i on the phone, then khat (my boardmate and mae's former busmate) came*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;khat&lt;/strong&gt;: pia, sino kausap mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: si mae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;khat&lt;/strong&gt;: maaaaaaaaaeeee!!!!! *grabs the phone from my hand* MAAAAAAAAAEEEEE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mae&lt;/strong&gt;: toot toot toot toot toot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kung di nyo gets, mae was making the "busy" sound of the phone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*migo and i were walking behind jeg and marco*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: pumayat si jeg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;migo: &lt;/strong&gt;at ang ganda ng pants nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: jeg! we're admiring you from behind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jeg&lt;/strong&gt;: you're admiring my behind?!&lt;br /&gt;*ya think it's over? nuh-uh!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: FROM behind! sabi ko pumayat ka. migo said ang ganda ng pants mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marco&lt;/strong&gt;: *looks from jeg's pants to his* eh pareho lang kami ng pants ni jeg eh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pareho nga sila, mas maganda lang fit kay jeg (according to migo)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*mae, who was wearing a green shirt, slid down the giant slide sa fair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mae&lt;/strong&gt;: weeeeeee!!!! *leans on the "barrier". since inflatable sya, nag-collapse then popped back up, swallowing mae in the process*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;us&lt;/strong&gt;: maaaae!!! asan na si mae?! asan si mae?!&lt;br /&gt;*a green "ball" came tumbling to the ground na parang dinura ng inflatable slide*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cute pa rin si mae.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;karyl and i gushing about potter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;karyl&lt;/strong&gt;: ang hot ni krum! kaya lang the entire movie, the only things he said were "aaaaaaaargh!" and "this tent is only for champions...and friends!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she was right, too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bea and i were also making fun of the one-liners sa harry potter. like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hermione talked about moody being an auror*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dean thomas&lt;/strong&gt;: Auror?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and he was never again heard from since.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;harry walking down the great hall after the goblet of fire spit out his name and dumbledore yelled his name again and again like a madman*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;extra 1&lt;/strong&gt;: he's a cheat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;extra 2&lt;/strong&gt;: he's not even 17 yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinagtatawanan namin ni bea yung mga yun, super extra kasi. then we realized we'd &lt;strong&gt;give everything&lt;/strong&gt; just to say "auror" in the movie. so we practiced those lines in coffee bean. hahahaha. hey, &lt;strong&gt;we were great&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on &lt;strong&gt;dec 15&lt;/strong&gt;, there's a lantern parade in UP. if you can come, please do! gabi naman eh...syempre...coz you know...lantern...gotta see the lights...hehehe. anyway, it's always a great event. wala lang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana palabas na yung GoF sa HBO so i can watch many many many times. parang &lt;strong&gt;troy&lt;/strong&gt;! i LOVE troy! super! but not as much as HP. i haven't missed a showing of troy in HBO yet. as in nasasabayan ko na yung lines nila, with matching accent and emotions. hahahaha. &lt;strong&gt;harry potter forever!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo na. paulit-ulit na, i know. but it's not kakulitan. it's not being annoying. it's &lt;strong&gt;passion&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE HARRY POTTER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-113310163598561026?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/113310163598561026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=113310163598561026' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/113310163598561026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/113310163598561026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-when-i-fall-in-love.html' title='the one when i fall in love'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-113172070166737951</id><published>2005-11-11T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T17:06:28.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with chicken little</title><content type='html'>no, not the movie. me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patrick and i were playing "extreme basketball" in the backyard. as in no rules: pwedeng magsipaan, mang-hug, magkilitian, agawan. you can use your elbow, knee, limbs, even "trash" talk (pero di naman masyado. i &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; talking to a 12-yr-old afterall) any way you can. dribbling is not necessary. goal: make a basket at &lt;em&gt;whatever &lt;/em&gt;cost. funny noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought so, too. then, dumating si annie (yaya namin ni patrick). we started talking, then i pointed to my balete "bonsai". grade 4 pa yun, and it's still alive! hindi na rin siya bonsai. para lang siyang pinutol na branch with leaves sprouting from it. anyhoo... when i mentioned "balete", DUN-DUN-DUN. annie launched into a very comprehensive story-telling mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i now know how to identify an aswang, how &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; to be a mananananggal, how to get the "lana" or oil from an aswang you angered, where the "aswang barrio" of capiz is, what a kapre looks like and what it does, and what to do when you're being chased by any of the monsters i mentioned (nothing). sounds weird, i know. but you should also know that i'm chicken. &lt;em&gt;beri beri beri chicken.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i logged onto ym. rach sent me a msg! she said go here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.thai.net/sinthai/thehouse.htm"&gt;http://members.thai.net/sinthai/thehouse.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then click on all the objects, paulit-ulit, until something happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i tried. &lt;em&gt;6 times&lt;/em&gt;, and counting. but i can't get past the "get inside" sign. when you do, tell me what happens. oh, speakers are a must. sabi ni rach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she sent me another link! it's a beautiful love song. then, in the middle of the song, there's a shriek, then the ugly ugly face of a monster girl appears. i yelled, jumped from my seat, ran away from the computer, and refused to return until patrick exited the window. &lt;em&gt;chicken&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, i tried, &lt;em&gt;once again&lt;/em&gt;, for the &lt;em&gt;7th time&lt;/em&gt;, the earlier link rach sent me. i called annie to accompany me because patrick is a chicken-in-denial. so annie is with us. yehey! i click "get inside". then i click objects. &lt;em&gt;so freaky!!!!&lt;/em&gt; after clicking one thing, i quit again. &lt;em&gt;can't take it!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i said "no more". no more frightening myself. then annie tells her ghost stories again!!! of &lt;em&gt;our &lt;/em&gt;house! i yell and beg for her to stop, but no. she doesn't stop. she tells many ghost stories. apparently, when i was young, i had third eye. i saw many things. &lt;em&gt;huhuhu&lt;/em&gt;. anyway, annie continues to tell scary stories. i'm scared like hell. then i almost cried when she told me she saw a &lt;em&gt;"kid"&lt;/em&gt; (if you know what i mean) who wanted to come into our house. &lt;em&gt;huhuhuhuhuhuhuhu&lt;/em&gt;. can't breathe!! can't stop shaking!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was younger, i loooooooooved (note: past tense) watching horror movies. as in! i luvluvluvluv it. ako pa nangunguna sa pagpili ng pinakanakakatakot na movie. i LOVED telling ghost stories (i have a good collection of those, too). i loved it when people would turn the lights off, then i'll tell scary stories, 'coz i find it funny to see people get scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how did i become so chicken?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, annie leaves. and now, i'm writing my blog. still scared, still paranoid. did i hear something crash...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't be able to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, some &lt;em&gt;*toink*&lt;/em&gt; moments for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kyle and i were supposed to meet for lunch. then MADI comes along (to my and kyle's dismay. lol)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;madi&lt;/em&gt;: wait, i have to go. may class pa 'ko ng 2:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kyle&lt;/em&gt;: GO! kanina ka pa pinapaalis eh. (i'm not very sure if this was a joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;madi&lt;/em&gt;: lang hiya ka! ang sama mo! sige ka, HAHANAPIN KITA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kyle and i&lt;/em&gt;: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;madi doesn't speak filipino very well. we still don't know what she meant.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;sab and her teammates talking about her math genius teammate in tennis*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sab&lt;/em&gt;: e diba sobrang talino nun sa math?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;friend&lt;/em&gt;: kaya nga pangalan niya "aritmetiko" eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;: ARITMETIKO?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;friend&lt;/em&gt;: oo. magsama sila ng mga kapatid niyang si NUMERO at MATEMATIKA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's not a joke&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la na ko maisip eh. that's it for now. going back to UP is fun, but sembreak is more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll end it here. &lt;em&gt;someone'&lt;/em&gt;s begging me to go with him to the cr. sabi ko na he's also chicken eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HARRY POTTER on WEDNESDAY!!! I CAN'T WAIT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-113172070166737951?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/113172070166737951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=113172070166737951' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/113172070166737951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/113172070166737951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-with-chicken-little.html' title='the one with chicken little'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-113110388215365415</id><published>2005-11-04T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T17:06:50.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one where i dedicate</title><content type='html'>officially, i had &lt;em&gt;37 days&lt;/em&gt; of freedom this sembreak, and &lt;em&gt;5 more&lt;/em&gt; to come since i won't be going back to UP until &lt;em&gt;november 10&lt;/em&gt;. one would assume that i would have had a lot of outings and fun-filled days, but no. most of those 37 days were wasted in my room; just me and my bestfriend, tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not that i didn't want to go out. i did. &lt;em&gt;of course, i did&lt;/em&gt;. i had so many gimmicks in mind, but, unfortunately, as the curse of my gimmick life goes, walang natuloy. it's not my fault. i did everything in my power to have things push through. i planned till my brain hurt and my thumbs numbed due to texting other people that i could drag along. then again, i could always make a perfect and fun-filled plan, but one word from my mom - a resounding &lt;em&gt;"no" - &lt;/em&gt;would send my head crashing back down to earth. so, &lt;em&gt;RAP&lt;/em&gt;, sorry if we weren't able to visit taft. sorry for having &lt;em&gt;"no time"&lt;/em&gt; for simply dropping by. not being able to visit taft doesn't mean having no concern, because i'm sure you know i'm probably one of the &lt;em&gt;most&lt;/em&gt; concerned and attached to sr. c. being a college student doesn't necessarily mean having my mom relinquish all power and (over)protection for me. sometimes it's unreasonable, i know, but there's only so much i can do. you should know that i &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; try everything. it just didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sembreak wasn't a &lt;em&gt;total&lt;/em&gt; waste. not having to do anything for a while was a refreshing change, and i was able to catch up on my sleep. plus, i did manage to hang out with some of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also got all my grades for the first sem yesterday. i dunno... i know the grades i got are already good, but i actually expected something higher. particularly for math17. haha yabang eh. oh well. gotta be thankful for what i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing extra-special happened this past month. some of us sembreak peeps (up/ateneo sr. c) went to alabang country club for some swimming. it was fun and funny, sobrang nakakamiss. i miss the good ol' days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did manage to collect a few &lt;em&gt;*toink*&lt;/em&gt; moments though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*mae and i talking on the phone*&lt;br /&gt;me: mae, why are you talking that way?&lt;br /&gt;mae: eh, you knooow, bicos my block maaates, deyr english is so... ano... deyr english is so... basta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*mae and i on the phone again, and i just told her about someone (secret lol) who kinda changed in college*&lt;br /&gt;mae: what?! oh my... why is *toot* layk dat naman? i don't layk dat... our prends are turning into little devils...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*arlene and i on the phone (pero before sembreak pa 'to)*&lt;br /&gt;arlene: how are you? are you fatter? thinner? just the same?&lt;br /&gt;me: fatter!!! huhu...&lt;br /&gt;arlene: huh? how did you know?&lt;br /&gt;me: i can feeeeeeel it.&lt;br /&gt;arlene: hindi ka ba nagw-weighing scale?&lt;br /&gt;me: no.&lt;br /&gt;arlene: why not?&lt;br /&gt;me: baka malungkot lang ako...&lt;br /&gt;arlene: you know, everytime i weigh myself on the weighing scale, i never get depressed. pag tumataas yung weight ko, i just say &lt;em&gt;"I GOT TALLER!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fast forward to the part where arlene told me she ate all the chocolate and junk food in her condo*&lt;br /&gt;me: *gasp* arlene?!&lt;br /&gt;arlene: i'm taller... i'm taller...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps: i got taller this sembreak, too...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*jeg and i doing our usual i'm-better-than-you-argument before their finals*&lt;br /&gt;me: jeg, tama na aral!&lt;br /&gt;jeg: tulungan mo na lang ako sa math.&lt;br /&gt;me: ay... pang-genius math yan eh!&lt;br /&gt;jeg: washuuu! di mo lang kaya!&lt;br /&gt;me: no, no... it's just that i'm already on goddess math. so, if i do genius math, it's like i'm going back. your math is so chicken!&lt;br /&gt;jeg: baka brain mo lang yun chicken... haha&lt;br /&gt;me: no. i'm pretty sure it's your math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps: i was totally kidding. no way am i a math goddess. but jeg's math IS genius math.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;some sembreak peeps in town, waiting for paul to have the brackets of his braces fixed*&lt;br /&gt;sam (dana's sister): ako nga one week ko pa pinapaayos pag natanggal brackets ko eh. arte naman ni kuya paul.&lt;br /&gt;dana: one week?! kaya naman pala eh! may gamot na kasi si sam for...what's that? &lt;em&gt;ginger&lt;/em&gt;vitis.&lt;br /&gt;migo: tutubuan daw ng luya si sam sa bibig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*julian ysmael and i on ym (i wanted to see his house, and he told me to see his multiply)*&lt;br /&gt;me: ang ganda ng bahay mo!!!&lt;br /&gt;julian: huh?! eh ate hindi ka pa nakakapunta dito ah...&lt;br /&gt;me: *toink* anu ka ba...&lt;br /&gt;julian: anoooooooo&lt;br /&gt;me: tinignan ko multiply mo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i actually thought he was joking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*some for sale signs that caught my attention*&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY FOR SALE - P15 (flyers posted on lamp posts along molino. a few blocks ahead, may sari-sari store na nagtitinga ng Family size Coca-Cola for P15)&lt;br /&gt;OWNER for sale (i got this from bea. this sign was posted on an owner-type jeep. then again, there was a man on the driver's seat so you wouldn't really be 100% sure kung alin yung for sale haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week, i also went to town alone because my brother had a gimmick with his own set of friends. i just didn't want to stay at home. kyle said the juniors (meaning sila bea) are going to town also. i said no way will i be an extra in their little bunch. i ended up going with them anyway. lol. okay lang, it was fun. never felt so old with johann's college questions. and arlene said bea's "becoming a pia". i never noticed until last november 1 at the cemetery, when she and i would say the same thing at the same time. good for her. she's in for a lot of great things. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also read this from &lt;a href="chunkeemonkee.blogdrive.com"&gt;stella's blog&lt;/a&gt;. there was a time nung summer before (or after?) senior year where we were extremely active on yahoo! groups message boards. madi made a fanfiction kinda thing about the class, and this one is my favorite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RHYTHM&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you keep up? Baby boy, make me lose my breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring the noise, make me lose my breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit me Hard, make me lose my (Hah Hah)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;People moved, grooved, danced, and shook their groove thing - all the while with smiles on their faces and their hands in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no embarrassment or the slightest tinges of mortification; although, some of the dance moves were worthy blackmail material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrieked in joy as one of the guys did a slide across the dance floor, only to get up and strike a pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed loudly and freely as the boys executed the famous "Lose-My-Breath-shake-your-booty" step. The girls gamely stepped it up, matching them shake for shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't keep the smile off my face and looking around, I could see that no one could either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ba de ya - say do you remember&lt;br /&gt;Ba de ya - dancing in September&lt;br /&gt;Ba de ya - never was a cloudy day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I linked hands with several girl friends as we attempted to swing dance. We laughed as we collided heads and stepped on each other's toes. Trying it again only resulted in more injuries so we settled for waving our hands in the air and singing at the top of our lungs to the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my left, I could see several guys and girls doing successfully what we failed at and we cheered them on through their series of complicated steps, twirls and spins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to form a long conga line and as we snaked around the dance floor, acquiring more and more people and swaying our butts and arms to the music, I realized that this was one of the best moments of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing myself to the rhythm - the rhythm of the music, of life, of happiness, and of this singular, spectacular moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't you see I'm happy now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;that's basically sr. c on a normal class day. yes, we sang and danced like idiots like there's no tomorrow. one thing i hate about college is knowing that there will never be a "&lt;em&gt;sr. c/jr. b moment&lt;/em&gt;" again. and the one thing i hate about sr. c is that we grew too close too late, knowing that there will never be a "&lt;em&gt;sr. c/jr. b moment&lt;/em&gt;" again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wait, i take that back. there's absolutely nothing i hate about sr.c.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and when our college lives began, here's what alex had to say:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hello y'all! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How's the first day of the rest of your lives? First of all, congratulations to all of us! We finally made it! YeY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a proposal that might interest y'all... I propose that we create a new Y!Groups... not that I don't like this one *hehe*...It's just that I'm thinking long-term already... &lt;em&gt;I want something permanent that we can always come back to, as long as the last one of us lives *tears*...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;syet yan. senti attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want the sembreak to end. not even for allowance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-113110388215365415?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/113110388215365415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=113110388215365415' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/113110388215365415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/113110388215365415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-where-i-dedicate.html' title='the one where i dedicate'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-112954428411467964</id><published>2005-10-17T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T17:07:39.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with my birthday</title><content type='html'>my 18th birthday celebration is over :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on october 15 (saturday), my bellevue dinner suddenly turned to a wacky and casual debut, thanks to the &lt;em&gt;oinksisters (mae and arlene), ali, and dana&lt;/em&gt;. after so so &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;many parties and surprises i have planned, i &lt;em&gt;finally &lt;/em&gt;have a surprise of my very own. yehey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a miracle that the secret didn't leak in one way or the other. then again, we don't see each other naman so there really isn't a chance for leakage, huh? no wonder mae and arlene kept calling me over and over during the past week...of course they didn't want to talk to &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;. they wanted to talk to my mom, but unfrotunately for them, i'm almost always the only one in the house. darn sembreak. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having just the dinner would have been fun already for me. it was great seeing sr.c again. they weren't complete, but almost all of them were there. and then there's my lsyc bunch, dominated by the juniors (or ex-soph.c). kirk was a riot, as always, and his never-ending &lt;em&gt;"rock on, seniors"&lt;/em&gt; impersonation was just... basta. hehe. then my batchmates, who i rarely saw outside debuts and parties. it was a wonderful zobel reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i didn't see the surprise coming!!! (i said this, too, during senior year when mae -as usual - pulled another surprise for my 17th birthday). but anyway, it was great. i wasn't able to maximize the buffet, though. but it was funny seeing everyone go back and forth to the buffet table and eat their hearts out. i particularly saw &lt;em&gt;jackie &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;rap&lt;/em&gt; with platefuls of food a few more times than others. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a bummer that not everyone was able to come. some of the people i expected didn't show up (i choose not to name names hehe). but anyway, i had a blast. now on to the more fun part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the party and some picture-taking, and after hanging out with the juniors and waiting for ages for them to leave (lol joke lang :D), migo, mae, stick, stella, and i headed up to the a room i had for our barkada to supposedly have an overnight. but then, hindi natuloy si karyl, stick, and mae. bummer. at least we had the chance to do a sort-of photoshoot (sorry karyl, you left early). check out &lt;a href="http://princessoftroy.multiply.com"&gt;my multiply&lt;/a&gt; to see them! please do. i'm very very proud of our pics. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;migo, stella, and i stayed up until 3:30 chatting and gossiping, our favorite activities. i did more talking than listening, which is unfair on my part. but oh well. it was fun. migo fell asleep, moaned in his sleep and smacked the pillows twice, before stella and i finally fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at around 10am, i had the weirdest wake up call, i fell from the king-sized bed and, as stella said, "disappeared in a cloud of hair". i finally got home at around 3, and &lt;em&gt;finally &lt;/em&gt;opened my gifts. &lt;em&gt;thanks, everyone!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know how to describe my debut. it was great, as i've said over and over. basta. it wasn't the grandest, it definitely was simple, but the people who came made it all priceless. awww. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out my multiply!!! &lt;a href="http://princessoftroy.multiply.com"&gt;http://princessoftroy.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-112954428411467964?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/112954428411467964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=112954428411467964' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/112954428411467964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/112954428411467964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-with-my-birthday.html' title='the one with my birthday'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-112903074852276168</id><published>2005-10-11T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T17:10:49.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one where i go "teehee"</title><content type='html'>weee... new layout... again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you missed the old layout (not the green one, yung blue with pics sa side), it's okay. you didn't miss anything much. it had two days to live, then i decided to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain't i a genius figuring out this kind of layout? yeah... i am... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i changed the layout to incorporate new pics. watching the ever &lt;em&gt;amazing &lt;/em&gt;ONGBALDE video (wanna watch it? promise, &lt;em&gt;the best. &lt;/em&gt;diba, sr. c? bea?&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;lol.) made me feel so sentimental, and i wanted the world to see the wonderful pics of my class. ang hirap mamili ng pics haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang baduy ng sembreak if everyone else has class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a more comprehensive blog to come after saturday *wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-112903074852276168?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/112903074852276168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=112903074852276168' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/112903074852276168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/112903074852276168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-where-i-go-teehee.html' title='the one where i go &quot;teehee&quot;'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-112878618670706998</id><published>2005-10-08T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T17:14:26.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one where i scream "FINALLY!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;finally:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new layout&lt;br /&gt;new blog&lt;br /&gt;i'm 18...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but most of all...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SEMBREAK NA!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never been happier! i'm actually more excited about the fact that FINALLY...after four months of torture, one &lt;strong&gt;annoyingly, freakishly, i'm-so-dumb-ingly hard math17 final exam&lt;/strong&gt;, SEMBREAK IS HERE!!! i don't even mind that the exam was on my birthday because SEMBREAK IS HERE!!! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm 18... hmmm... nothing special... i don't feel any different. maybe because i'm already responsible and mature to begin with that being 18 is no different to me :D lol. i actually had my own countdown (yes, how sad lol) and when 12 midnight struck... *phht* wala lang. nyek nyek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up to an empty boarding house on my 18th birthday. huhu. mm and sab said they would spend the night in the boarding house on friday, so i assumed they would be there even if i don't tell them. turned out they suddenly had a change of plans so last night i said hello to an empty house and a raging storm. muntik pa mag-brownout. thank you Lord at hindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was filled with lots of text messages and calls from people wishing me a happy birthday (and saying how sad they are that i'm not a "baby" anymore, but those came from the sentimental ones). nanpansin niyo ba na people are afraid to say &lt;strong&gt;"i love you"&lt;/strong&gt; even to a close friend? here are the variations that i received:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* ahlabshyu!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* ahlooovya!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* i luv u!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* luv ya!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* labikidudes kita!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only person who says "i love you" in its entirety to me is kristine basa. feeling niya kasi nanay ko siya lol. pero minsan oo. but everytime she says it, ang weird. so our conversations usually go like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kb&lt;/strong&gt;: i love you, pia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: yuck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kb&lt;/strong&gt;: i love you, baby pia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: okay... &lt;rolls&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kb&lt;/strong&gt;: pia -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: oo na, oo na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i prefer the variations... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay marami pa ko masasabi, but i'm really sleepy. biruin niyo, 3/4 of my birthday was eaten up by that stupid math exam. hay nako. but it's okay. the celebrations are to come. yipee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-112878618670706998?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/112878618670706998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=112878618670706998' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/112878618670706998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/112878618670706998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-where-i-scream-finally.html' title='the one where i scream &quot;FINALLY!&quot;'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-112825948835860483</id><published>2005-10-02T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T17:22:05.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with all the stress</title><content type='html'>for the record, this is already my &lt;strong&gt;4th attempt &lt;/strong&gt;at writing a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;attempt 1: &lt;/strong&gt;no more internet card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;attempt 2:&lt;/strong&gt; sudden computer restart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;attempt 3:&lt;/strong&gt; blogger.com down for maintenance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so before anything else happens and i'm forced to do attempt 5, lemme begin my long-delayed post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang drama ng title noh? hehe. trying hard maging poetic, yes. sobrang gusto ko na talaga mag sembreak. if i could have my way, i'd go back to my &lt;strong&gt;highschool&lt;/strong&gt; days and &lt;strong&gt;stay there forever. &lt;/strong&gt;but i couldn't, so &lt;strong&gt;sembreak&lt;/strong&gt; na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;october 1 &lt;/strong&gt;was officially the start of the &lt;strong&gt;long-awaited&lt;/strong&gt; sembreak, &lt;strong&gt;but &lt;/strong&gt;there's this matter of &lt;strong&gt;finals&lt;/strong&gt; first. i really shouldn't complain. after all, i only have &lt;strong&gt;one &lt;/strong&gt;(YES!) final exam, which is - as usual, the bane of almost every freshman's existence - math17, and &lt;strong&gt;one &lt;/strong&gt;(not-so yes...) final paper for philo 1, which had been the bane of my and mm's laptop's existence. i've been making a &lt;strong&gt;5-page &lt;em&gt;philosophical&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;paper every frickin week for three months, and now, the final paper. i've spent &lt;strong&gt;two days&lt;/strong&gt; looking for the &lt;strong&gt;5 best and 5 worst arguments of a politician&lt;/strong&gt;, and all the hard work is in vain. all kinds of help are welcome. oh, it has to be in the Philippine setting, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so anyway&lt;/strong&gt;, finals week is from october 5-13, and my &lt;strong&gt;one and only exam&lt;/strong&gt; fell on the worst possible day ever: &lt;strong&gt;october 8&lt;/strong&gt; (that's my birthday, btw). of the nine days between 5-13, &lt;strong&gt;8 &lt;/strong&gt;pa talaga. so i'll be celebrating being 18 on a stiff chair in the house-of-wax-ish math building, answering the finals exam that covers the lessons for the &lt;strong&gt;entire semester&lt;/strong&gt;. pero, like i said, i shouldn't be complaining. sab, for example, is gonna take &lt;strong&gt;3 final exams&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;one long exam&lt;/strong&gt; (or longtest) for this week. good luck to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hate groupworks&lt;/strong&gt;. lalo na sa college. you think in highschool groupworks are such a hassle? &lt;strong&gt;ha&lt;/strong&gt;. wait till you get to college where there are more people who don't care about what grade they get than those who do. and i'm part of those who do care. so i'm the one suffering. plus, more often than not, you're the only one living in the south and everyone lives in the north. kalat-kalat kayo, so ang &lt;strong&gt;hirap&lt;/strong&gt; magmeet.take for example the forsaken magazine we had to do in comm3. &lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt; kami sa group but i did &lt;strong&gt;all the layouting and wrote 2 articles &lt;/strong&gt;using &lt;strong&gt;powerpoint&lt;/strong&gt;. yup. i was so frustrated coz powerpoint lang. i could have done better with &lt;strong&gt;photoshop&lt;/strong&gt;, but the installer my groupmate gave me didn't work, &lt;strong&gt;and she couldn't care less&lt;/strong&gt;. so i did the magazine in powerpoint on mm's laptop in the boarding house. then when i got to class, everyone else's magazines were...er...i'd rather not say. grabe. &lt;strong&gt;no creativity&lt;/strong&gt;, to say the least. my powerpoint magazine turned out to be the best one there. di man lang ako na-challenge. and to make things worse, my other groupmate &lt;strong&gt;claimed &lt;/strong&gt;she sent an article, pero wala. it went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: wala kang sinend na article so wala ka sa magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt;: sinend ko sayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: wala akong nareceive. i checked this morning, wala pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt;: huh?! sinend ko talaga! send ko ulit, gawin mo mamaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: HELLO?! e kung ikaw kaya gumawa? basta wala kang sinend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt;: sinend ko sayo i swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: ano ba email ad ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt;: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;idiot.&lt;/strong&gt; if i weren't surrounded by people i would've karate-chopped her hear off. &lt;strong&gt;don't ya mess with my mind coz i'll kick your ass&lt;/strong&gt;. phew. now that i've let it out, i'm my happy self again! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a different note, lemme post some &lt;strong&gt;*toink* moments&lt;/strong&gt; first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kyle and i just came from our physics exam one wednesday, and we were about to go our separate ways. i couldn't remember what i was thinking about, but definitely not about me crossing the street...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kyle: &lt;/strong&gt;pia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kyle: &lt;/strong&gt;pia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;scooter&lt;/strong&gt;: peep peep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; oops...&lt;br /&gt;muntik na naman ako masagasaan anu ba yan. at least hindi na bike. umaasenso na ako! time will come na jeep na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to fed again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;ang hirap naman kasi humanap ng gwapo dito eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fed:&lt;/strong&gt; ganyan talaga sa UP. pagdating sa looks, binababaan mo standards mo. ako? gwapo na ako dito! sa UP, matututo kang tumingin sa ganda ng soul. pag may nakita ka, hindi mo sasabihing "ang ganda niya ah" kundi "ang ganda ng &lt;em&gt;soul&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;niya".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i bring food to the boarding house to save money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: ma, babaunin ko na lang yung banana heart na ginataan ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mama&lt;/strong&gt;: ha? meron ba tayo nun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: oo. sa ref.&lt;br /&gt;*mom looks inside the ref*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mama&lt;/strong&gt;: ano ka ba. &lt;laugh&gt;ginataang puso ng saging yun.&lt;br /&gt;in-english ko lang hindi na ako naintindihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while watching an exciting UAAP game (can't remember which one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everyone else: &lt;/strong&gt;BAKAW! BAKAW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: SELFISH!!!&lt;br /&gt;i gotta learn the basketball linggo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new vocabulary from mommy kristine (basa):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;firstmen&lt;/strong&gt; (freshmen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chablets &lt;/strong&gt;(crablets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bubble gang taps &lt;/strong&gt;(bubble gang tops)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the toinkiest of all was our &lt;strong&gt;streetdance recital&lt;/strong&gt;. all dance classes performed in the event called &lt;strong&gt;dancing in september&lt;/strong&gt; and the performance served as our finals sa pe. everyone said i did great, but of course they wouldn't say i suck right in front of my face. and kyle's surprise appearance wasn't nice &lt;strong&gt;at all&lt;/strong&gt;, but thanks for the support... lol. feeling celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna change my layout. yehey may time na ako! just &lt;strong&gt;one more week &lt;/strong&gt;and i'm &lt;strong&gt;home free&lt;/strong&gt;!!! can't wait to get my finals and paper over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, btw, have you guys heard that we got the yeabook dummy already? :D one thing that made me incredibly happy. not only did it look &lt;strong&gt;amazing &lt;/strong&gt;(hehe) but i can finally rid myself of the hassle that comes with managing the laborsome thing. the yerbook's not without fault, though... may major and minor corrections na &lt;strong&gt;sana &lt;/strong&gt;hindi masyado mahalata... but at this point i couldn't care less. i'm just extremely happy &lt;strong&gt;it's done&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little sample...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/Pic4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yearbook cover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yes, i'm proud of our work, kahit imperfect. it's a labor of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i think i'm gonna end my blog here. gotta finish my stupid paper so i can start studying for math. HAAAAAAY nako kakatamad AS IN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i miss zobel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-112825948835860483?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/112825948835860483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=112825948835860483' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/112825948835860483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/112825948835860483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-with-all-stress.html' title='the one with all the stress'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-112637239316359864</id><published>2005-09-11T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T17:16:34.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with the waiting</title><content type='html'>SANDALI NA LANG, &lt;strong&gt;SEM BREAK &lt;/strong&gt;NA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before anything else, i'd like you all to check out stella's entry (specially if, as usual, you're from &lt;strong&gt;sr. c&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chunkeemonkee.blogdrive.com/archive/22.html"&gt;http://chunkeemonkee.blogdrive.com/archive/22.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the sweetest thing.&lt;br /&gt;i distinctly remember all those moments.&lt;br /&gt;i almost cried, too, stick *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nag-interview kami kahapon! what an adventure! we were supposed to interview a prominent government official (name not to be disclosed for my own safety), e nag-backout ba naman nung friday night. *fume* so buti may back-up official kami (dapat kasi gov't official interviewee namin) na baranggay captain. i thought &lt;strong&gt;"baranggay captain lang?!"&lt;/strong&gt;but no!!!! it was amazing! here are some of the things that amazed me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* he's a hands-on guy. sumasama siya sa rounds ng bgy. tanod, specially at night. then one night, nabaril siya sa &lt;strong&gt;head&lt;/strong&gt;. he even showed pics. (yes, he's still alive)&lt;br /&gt;* "dati siguro lima lang galit sa'kin. siguro ngayon singkwenta na."&lt;br /&gt;* "kung hindi nila ako magagantihan, tiyak yan na gagantihan nila mga mahal ko sa buhay."&lt;br /&gt;* "masarap maglingkod sa tao, pero pag may ambisyon pa kayo sa buhay, yun na lang gawin niyo."&lt;br /&gt;* "dati, kahit palakad -lakad akong naka-shorts at sando, ok lang kasi alam kong may laman ang pitaka ko. ngayon, bihis na bihis at naka barong tagalog pa, pero kahit gaanong kalalim ang paghanap niyo, wala kayong makukuha sa bulsa ko."&lt;br /&gt;* "may pribilehiyo naman ang pagiging opisyal, lalo na sa edukasyon. libreng edukasyon ang mga anak ko sa UP. kaya lang hindi sila nakapasa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's amazing. i realized how much we underestimate small officials without realizing how much they do for us. &lt;strong&gt;amazing&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN i commuted from Project8 (wherever that is) to UP. i rode &lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt; jeeps (may plural ba ang 'jeep'?). it was very faaaar. i'm so proud of myself haha. i wasn't alone though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boarding house life is fun, mainly because of my boardmates. mas nakakatawa pag may &lt;strong&gt;ipis&lt;/strong&gt; sa kahit saang room. &lt;strong&gt;parang may nang-re-rape &lt;/strong&gt;sa tindi ng mga sigaw namin haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realized that &lt;strong&gt;almost all &lt;/strong&gt;of my UP friends i hang out with (zobel and UP alike) have interesting &lt;strong&gt;love lives&lt;/strong&gt;. pag may nakakausap ako, laging love life na lang sinasabi nila. not that i'm complaining, and not that i... er.. want?... a love life, but it's just weird for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UP is making me very lazy. very, &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; lazy. like now, i have to pass a 20-pg paper next tuesday. i haven't even started yet, and we need 10 references, at the very least. then all i do if i'm not in class is sleep, eat, or watch tv. occassionally, i study. plus, i'm cutting classes like mad again, &lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt; only if i know it's not a loss (but sometimes my judgment is wrong hihi). haaaaaaaaaaaaaaay i hope i don't get kicked out of BAA. i haven't even started BAA yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we see each other, remind me that i have jokes to tell hehehehe. unless nagkita na tayo recently, then malamang nasabi ko na. basta yung instantaneous, wariru, etc. hehehehehehe. i find them &lt;strong&gt;hilarious&lt;/strong&gt;, but it seems that i'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of &lt;strong&gt;hilarious&lt;/strong&gt; (well, not quite), funny stories to tell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* nung pre-school daw si enzo (kwento ni jon at sab), kumakain siya ng ice cream. eh ang sarap daw, so gusto niya baunin sa bahay, kaya nilagay niya sa bag niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* last friday, hindi kami umuwi ni sab. went to katipunan for dinner, returned to UP, ran into a slightly drunk Jon, stayed up till 2am studying for the exam we had the next day while listening to Jon's... kwento. actually, parang wala kami ni sab nun. feel ko kahit umalis kami ni sab, nagsasalita pa rin si jon, speaking to no one in particular, staring into space, contemplating on his thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i remembered a questioned i first heard from an older friend during my zobel days, and brought up by alex in his status: &lt;em&gt;pag binuhat kita, sabay binuhat mo rin ako... lilipad ba tayo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* a &lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt; moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arlene&lt;/strong&gt;: alam mo pangarap ko? maging voice nung ibon sa 'kampanerang kuba'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia&lt;/strong&gt;: wahahahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arlene&lt;/strong&gt;: bakit ka tumatawa?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia&lt;/strong&gt;: ... seryoso ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and look at this adorable pic of arlene during the lsyc retreat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/Pic31.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;notice the symmetry...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;arlene: diba kagabi wala yung sa kabila?! tapos pagkagising ko, meron na!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;special message to &lt;strong&gt;rap&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;* kahit ako hindi ko alam kung ano nangyayari sa yearbook. ayaw naman kami sagutin ng publisher. but if anything goes wrong, it's the publisher's fault. we've done our part. wala na kasi si ms. bj so we're kinda lost...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;* lagi akong i'm mobile kasi hindi naman ako maka-internet due to lack of resources and time (spent eating, sleeping, and watching tv)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;* yes,we're katipuneros now. mga alagad ni jp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;* hindi ko mabuksan site mo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hay. &lt;strong&gt;i miss everyone&lt;/strong&gt;. i'm seeing less and less of my old friends. not that i don't like my UP friends coz they're all great, but nothing compares to the friends you've had since before, right? pati lsyc, kahit hindi naman ganung ka-"old", miss na miss ko na rin. hay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;gusto ko mag &lt;strong&gt;EK&lt;/strong&gt; sa bday ko! hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;btw, i saw this in time magazine - &lt;a href="http://hannspree.com"&gt;http://hannspree.com&lt;/a&gt; - they have the cutest, coolest, most amazing tv sets in the whole entire universe. &lt;strong&gt;i want one!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-112637239316359864?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/112637239316359864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=112637239316359864' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/112637239316359864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/112637239316359864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-with-waiting.html' title='the one with the waiting'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-112511142103549633</id><published>2005-08-27T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T17:18:42.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one where *toink* returns</title><content type='html'>lousy title, i know. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been a long while since my last post. feel ko it's gonna be a longer while until my next post, so *toink* na lang para masaya. tinatamad na rin ako magkwento hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riding the jeep is fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the jeep with friends...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loud friend&lt;/strong&gt;: eh, hello?!? PARA saan naman yung book na yun?!&lt;br /&gt;*jeep pulls over*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;some other time...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friend&lt;/strong&gt;: sino ba kasama mo sa streetdance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: si farrah.&lt;br /&gt;*jeep pulls over*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;way before pa, we came from kyle's apartment along katipunan and we were on our way to UP for his PE class. nasa tricycle na kami.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kyle&lt;/strong&gt;: ay, wait. we need to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kyle&lt;/strong&gt;: basta! may nakalimutan ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pagbalik sa apartment, i saw kyle wearing slippers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parang nag-joyride lang kami sa tricycle sa loob ng village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;one thursday, nasa house ulit si jeg.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;camille c.&lt;/strong&gt;: grabe! alam mo ba may lumapit pang bakla sa'kin kanina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jeg&lt;/strong&gt;: ano'ng sinabi ng bakla sa'yo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: "hi, i'm jeg."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahahahahahaha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jeg pa rin!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;camille c&lt;/strong&gt;: *looking at pics sa digicam ni jeg* saan 'to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jeg&lt;/strong&gt;: sa sydney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;camille c&lt;/strong&gt;: wow! diba gay capital of the world yun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: kaya pala love na love ni jeg sa sydney...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;peace, jeg!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jeg ulit...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: ano ka ba, jeg. ilang beses ka na nakakapunta dito, hindi mo pa rin alam kung paano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jeg&lt;/strong&gt;: ang laki ng campus eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;camille c&lt;/strong&gt;: ano ka ba! eh dito (boarding house) ka lang naman pumupunta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ali ang joy were asleep in the living room...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: ano ba yan tulog sila. 'di ko tuloy mapanood yung tv. (yes, i'm aware of the wrong statement)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mm&lt;/strong&gt;: pinapanood ba yung tv? diba pinapakinggan yun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;huh?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the classroom waiting for our math prof...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friend&lt;/strong&gt;: *snigger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friend&lt;/strong&gt;: *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: *giggle* what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friend&lt;/strong&gt;: hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt;: wahahahahahahahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: ano nga??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friend&lt;/strong&gt;: wala lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as a requirement, applicants for UP organizations need to "tambay" sa "tambayan" ng org for a certain number of hours. not all at once naman.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: ilang hours ba dapat tumambay sa org?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sab&lt;/strong&gt;: depende sa org. pero 33 yata madalas e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mm&lt;/strong&gt;: kung pwede lang isang araw ko matatapos yun eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sab&lt;/strong&gt;: hindi naman, 24 hours lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;after midterms, we went to eastwood to watch choco factory. e may reserved seats dun. we reserved sa "O" aisle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guy sa labas&lt;/strong&gt;: saan po kayo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kyle&lt;/strong&gt;: O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pat&lt;/strong&gt;: O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guard&lt;/strong&gt;: O? Oh my gahd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for some reason, bentang benta sa'min yun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we ate at choco kiss (restaurant)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mm&lt;/strong&gt;: o may natira pang coins sa sukli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sab&lt;/strong&gt;: akin na nga. pangjeep ko rin yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;poking fun at the news that sir cortel got married. kyle's impersonation...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sir cortel&lt;/strong&gt;: will you marry me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girl&lt;/strong&gt;: no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sir cortel&lt;/strong&gt;: that's a fallacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fed's words of wisdom...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walang taong deep. Tanga ka lang kasi hindi mo siya maintindihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at the last comment of my previous blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow ang dami. i'm amazed at my own memory. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched the up-ateneo game sa blue eagle gym. it was fun, though up lost. labanan ng mga katipunero! hehe. but it was a good reunion for the sr.c katipuneros as well :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss sr.c!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-112511142103549633?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/112511142103549633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=112511142103549633' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/112511142103549633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/112511142103549633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-where-toink-returns.html' title='the one where *toink* returns'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-112332775970402841</id><published>2005-08-06T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T19:31:11.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reunions, etc.</title><content type='html'>haaay. i really had no plans blogging any time soon (kaya nga wala for last week!), but i'm really, really, really tired of studying stupid math. break naman. mid-terms kasi on wednesday, so i have to study. ang haba... ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had several &lt;strong&gt;reunions &lt;/strong&gt;this past week (or two). and, syempre, when i say "reunion", it means with &lt;strong&gt;my favorite people in the world&lt;/strong&gt; (sr.c, kung di niyo pa rin gets)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, yung &lt;strong&gt;debut ni geli &lt;/strong&gt;last saturday (july 30). ang galing. mukhang &lt;strong&gt;garden&lt;/strong&gt; yung head ni geli kasi may flowers and butterfly. hihi. and then yung "special seat" niya is a swing with leaves and flowers and little yellow lights. tapos nung video presentation, the lights in the ballroom were turned off, and naka-on lang yung little yellow lights ni geli. &lt;strong&gt;amazing&lt;/strong&gt;. naka-"illuminate" si geli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos may "special surprise" daw. &lt;strong&gt;may video si jp!!!&lt;/strong&gt; (jp is a classmate who left nung junior year). surprise nga! i suddenly missed him very very much. pati si angeli. jp said "hi" (and we answered him, kahit video lang yun), said his wishes for geli etc. &lt;strong&gt;karyl cried &lt;/strong&gt;while watching the video (no surprise there, hahaha). ako rin. pero konti lang hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then last wednesday, since walang class, i met up with &lt;strong&gt;kristine&lt;/strong&gt; sa shakey's in katipunan. dapat si stella din, but she had practice for... o.p. yata... anyway, gusto ko shakey's for the ice cream bar. yum! kristine and i arrived at around 9:45. &lt;strong&gt;closed&lt;/strong&gt;. we went to mcdo, went back to shakey's. &lt;strong&gt;closed&lt;/strong&gt;. went to beauty bar. pag di pa rin open, mag p-pancake house na kami. &lt;strong&gt;OPEN!&lt;/strong&gt; we waited for 30mins just to eat pizza and mojos. di na rin kami nakapag-ice cream bar kasi busog na kami, kumain pa kasi kami sa mcdo. hay nako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same night, nagtext si ivy. meet daw kami sa jollibee sa friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ivy&lt;/strong&gt;: what time break mo sa friday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: 8:30-12! may "free cut" kasi ako. bukas din! 8:30-1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ivy&lt;/strong&gt;: ay naman! class ko lang tomorrow is 9:30-12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: edi friday na lang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ivy&lt;/strong&gt;: galing pa akong pe so 9:30 na lang ok?&lt;br /&gt;(summary na lang yan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then around 10 nung thursday, nagtext si ivy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ivy&lt;/strong&gt;: pia, pupunta ka pa ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako parang... &lt;strong&gt;HUH?!&lt;/strong&gt; kindly read the first dialogue... diba clear na friday??? hahahaha. nawindang si ivy. nag-taxi pa tuloy ako para mabilis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER jollibee, manlilibre pala si camille h. sa yellow cab. so pagka-babay ko kay ivy, punta ako yellow cab. nandun ang usual thursday buddies ko (ali, kyle, joy) plus madi and meg. grabe. si madi. tsk tsk. as kyle so eloquently put it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kyle&lt;/strong&gt;: madi tumahimik ka nga. nakakahiya. baka palayasin tayo dito.&lt;br /&gt;he meant it, too. 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;contrary to popular belief&lt;/strong&gt;, going to UP Diliman doesn't necessarily mean na papayat ka. natatawa nga ako pag sinasabi nila, &lt;strong&gt;"pia, pumapayat ka!" &lt;/strong&gt;joke ba yun? hahaha! mags-smile na lang ako. between katipunan, cheap UP food, the grocery store close to our house, and no orgs or whatsoever to keep me moving, i'm getting more &lt;strong&gt;"pleasantly plump"&lt;/strong&gt; by the day. in a few months (or even weeks), matatanggal na yung &lt;strong&gt;"pleasantly"&lt;/strong&gt;. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday (friday), it was &lt;strong&gt;kenzo's despedida party&lt;/strong&gt;. he'll go to singapore to study na kasi. i agreed to pick stella up sa atc kasi galing pa siyang ateneo. i was thinking 7pm, and she showed up at 8:20. grabe. talk about &lt;strong&gt;filipino time&lt;/strong&gt;. i drove, btw. wee! but due to extreme hunger and amateur driving, hindi ko nakita yung hump, and stella and i (and our CRV) went flying. laftrip. sabi nga ni stella, madami pa rin kaming &lt;strong&gt;escapades&lt;/strong&gt;, pero since matatanda na kami, nagiging &lt;strong&gt;refined &lt;/strong&gt;na. dati, nung retreat sa charles huang, &lt;strong&gt;hinabol kami ng kalabaw for absolutely no reason&lt;/strong&gt;. ngayon, may car na! waaaw. &lt;strong&gt;i feel so mature&lt;/strong&gt;. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tin called on my cell, asking where kenzo's house was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stella&lt;/strong&gt;: after woodrose, right ka on the first street... ay hindi pa pala. on the second street... ay, hindi! on the... third... tama! on the third street. right na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was offered wine for the toast to kenzo, but i hate wine. and i don't like the smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;javy&lt;/strong&gt;: the wine smells good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: no it doesn't! i hate the smell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;javy&lt;/strong&gt;: bakit, gusto mo ng pentel pen? kailangan ba ng pentel pen or rugby kasi UP ka na?&lt;br /&gt;ANG KAPAL!!! but it's javy. never take anything he says seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was about to go home, kenzo and javy rode in the car while i backed out of the garage. then we chatted for a while in the car, which was in the middle of the road. labo. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i will miss kenzo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i miss zobel and all my friends from there, too!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: about the yearbook... GIMME A BREAK! we're doing the best we can. it's not our fault the publisher is so slow and being so stupid. it's not an easy task. in a month or two (hopefully).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-112332775970402841?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/112332775970402841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=112332775970402841' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/112332775970402841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/112332775970402841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2005/08/reunions-etc.html' title='reunions, etc.'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-112204019316702180</id><published>2005-07-22T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T14:43:38.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aching feet and crying heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;drama ng title noh? yes... my heart is crying... &lt;strong&gt;for more harry potter&lt;/strong&gt;!!! huhuhu... it's so bitiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin it annoys me. but i loved the book... yes i did... kahit... *heart breaks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my book last saturday. i had exams within the week, so the plan was to read &lt;strong&gt;one chapter&lt;/strong&gt; every time i decide to take a "break" from studying. the book developed slowly, i think, so sa mga first few chapters, ok pa. and then... &lt;strong&gt;KABOOM&lt;/strong&gt;. one event after the other... i couldn't restrain myself... i &lt;strong&gt;HAD &lt;/strong&gt;to know what happens next... so when i reached the "late teen" chapters of the book, i just raced through the pages (huwaw i'm so poetic) until i finished the whole thing. i stayed up until midnight just to finish the last... eleven?... chapters. &lt;strong&gt;*potter geek*&lt;/strong&gt;. i knew bringing my beloved book to the boarding house was a bad idea. but then again, if i hadn't finished reading the book, i would've driven myself crazy thinking about it. so buti na lang tapos ko na. i wanna read it again! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yun. exam namin sa &lt;strong&gt;math17 &lt;/strong&gt;kanina. at syempre, kakainis na naman yung baliw naming prof. he announced the exam last monday, then he was absent the rest of the week. so yung mga questions namin, hindi na nasagot. so i took the exam with my mind full of &lt;strong&gt;"pa'no to?"&lt;/strong&gt; grrrr. it was sooooo haaaaaaaaaard huhuhuhu. baka masayang lang score ko sa 1st exam... huhu. na-shock ako sa questions...i stared at it for around two minutes before deciding to answer, even by guessing. &lt;strong&gt;bonus question&lt;/strong&gt;: what is my favorite color? &lt;strong&gt;leche&lt;/strong&gt;. worth five points. grrrr. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every monday and thursday, we (kyle, ali, joy, and i, and sometimes other people) eat anywhere in katipunan for lunch. and every monday and thursday, i have physics after. so every lunch time, i rant about having to walk a long distance to the inaccessible black building. but last thursday, classes were suspended from 1pm onwards (i forgot why). yahoo! no physics! no inner battle of &lt;strong&gt;"will i cut or not?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no atenista's visiting day last thursday&lt;/strong&gt;... huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had/heard some interesting conversations...pwede nang pang *toink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; wala pa nga akong nakikitang gwapo sa UP e... kung hindi bakla, panget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dward:&lt;/strong&gt; wag kang ganyan! wag kang masama sa mga panget! kasi, isipin mo. kung walang panget, hindi ka maganda! kaya dapat magpasalamat ka sa mga panget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- fed (soph from zobel) was talking to his "ka-org" na probinsyano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;probinsyano guy:&lt;/strong&gt; sige ha, &lt;em&gt;luluwas &lt;/em&gt;na 'ko. malayo pa ang panggagalingan ko kinabukasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fed:&lt;/strong&gt; ............... o sige lumuwas ka na. *pat on the back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- fed (again) was at the boarding house the other day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mm:&lt;/strong&gt; sige maliligo na muna ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fed:&lt;/strong&gt; anong gagawin mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mm:&lt;/strong&gt; maliligo nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fed:&lt;/strong&gt; ah... pwede bang makinig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. baliw din si fed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- in math class, i overheard two people talking to each other. apparently, they watched the UP-DLSU game in the blue eagle gym. puno na daw yung UP side so nasa La Salle side sila. then sa likod nila, may 4 na Lasalista, 3 girls and 1 gay guy. Yung gay guy daw, hindi na nakaligo (or nakabihis yata) kasi he went from Taft straight to Ateneo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girl:&lt;/strong&gt; hindi ka pa naliligo (or nagbibihis)? para kang taga-UP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. galit na galit yung dalawang nag-uusap. i was just laughing silently to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sa party ni stick, jeg and ivy were talking about something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ivy:&lt;/strong&gt; magkano ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jeg:&lt;/strong&gt; one-ten.(110)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ivy:&lt;/strong&gt; one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jeg:&lt;/strong&gt; one-ten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ivy:&lt;/strong&gt; TWO?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jeg:&lt;/strong&gt; ONE-TEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- while exchanging university jokes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marco: &lt;/strong&gt;diba yung joke ng ateneo sa UP? "tuition niyo, baon lang namin!" wahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arlene:&lt;/strong&gt; e diba may joke din yung UP sa ateneo? "utak niyo, utot lang namin!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true, true... hahahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i just felt like posting some pics...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/Pic11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the bed in my room. ako sa taas, si sab sa baba.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/Pic12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and that's kyle in their condo, changing the channel on the tv haha&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i can't help but notice that every time i blog, laging may kasamang sr. c. haaaaaaaaaay... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/JrBRetreat02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how i miss my beloved sr. c/jr. b.&lt;/strong&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/13268190-112204019316702180?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/112204019316702180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=112204019316702180' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/112204019316702180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/112204019316702180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2005/07/aching-feet-and-crying-heart.html' title='aching feet and crying heart'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-112148423241373210</id><published>2005-07-16T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T12:12:12.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye-bye weekend *tear*</title><content type='html'>haaaaay. another great week... but sadly, no more weekend. huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muntik na naman ako masagasaan. i just keep forgetting to look both ways before crossing the street. hehe stupid. i used to be very afraid of getting murdered or kidnapped, but now that i'm well over that fear, i'm more afraid of becoming &lt;b&gt;roadkill&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last &lt;b&gt;wednesday&lt;/b&gt;, stella and kristine (atenistas pa rin) visited me sa boarding house (BH as stella calls it) kasi mahaba break nila and wala naman akong classes pag wednesday. actually, kristine wasn't supposed to come because she has this thing with her block, but since &lt;b&gt;she can't live without me&lt;/b&gt;, she decided to visit instead. haha. anyway, na-culture shock sila, i think, lalo na si &lt;b&gt;stella&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;"pia, nasiraan ka na ba ng tiyan dito?" "kristine, try mo nga muna yung fishball" "omg...bakit may bata(pulubi) dito?"&lt;/b&gt; leche. hahaha. i also wore my bright yellow &lt;b&gt;Lasap Sarap&lt;/b&gt; shirt para makita nila ako kaagad. we were supposed to meet kasi sa post office, but i ended up missing them as they passed right in front of me as i was leaving the house. di ko sila napansin. haha. and the back of my shirt kept getting stuck to the couch. basahin niyo na lang yung blog ni &lt;a href="http://chunkeemonkee.blogdrive.com"&gt;stella&lt;/a&gt; for the whole wacky story. makikita niyo pa yung pictures ng &lt;b&gt;tulak this door&lt;/b&gt; at &lt;b&gt;hila this door&lt;/b&gt;. they had a blast. &lt;b&gt;i knew it&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no atenista visiting day last thursday (so walang "jeg moment" ngayon) coz it was &lt;b&gt;UAAP&lt;/b&gt;! yey, i watched the UAAP (UP vs La Salle) &lt;b&gt;live&lt;/b&gt; for the very first time!!! super fun!!! and we got to the blue eagle gym before 3pm kasi upto 2:30 lang classes namin. naabutan pa namin ung UE-NU game (which i didn't care about). i dont't really watch UAAP, i was just looking for an excuse for gimmick so i tagged along. but it was amazing, really. since maaga kami, we got great seats, right behind the UP players' bench, pero La Salle side. &lt;b&gt;UP WON!!!&lt;/b&gt; it was a win-win situation for us, anyway, pero it was good to see UP win naman for a change. against la salle pa. edi super tambak na ng UP ang Ateneo? lol. anyway, i love marvin cruz and jino ferrer *drool*. hahaha. they were at arm's length from us... haaaay... tapos nahulog pa towel ni marvin cruz while they were "huddling". lahat kami nakatingin sa towel, silently battling amongst ourselves kung kukunin na namin yung towel. lol. and so many people texted me saying that they saw me on tv...more than once... yuuuck kakahiya wahahaha. oh well, what can i do? &lt;b&gt;the camera loves a star&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i saw marvin cruz sa gym yesterday, and again this morning. *sigh* in your face, ali and dana. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what am i doing in UP on a saturday? well, we had a &lt;b&gt;physics exam&lt;/b&gt; from 9-10:30. (btw, diba nga i cut physics last week? yung lessons na na-miss ko, hindi ko magets. kaya i will &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; cut again. lol) iniwan na ako ni kyle huhu (kasabay ko siyang nag-physics exam). i have to watch a play pa kasi later at 3:00, then to stick's bday blowout at festi (thanks in advance, kahit may possibility na hindi kami umabot). so, here i am, &lt;b&gt;wasting&lt;/b&gt; my saturday in UP, doing nothing from 10:30-3:00 when i could have been reading &lt;b&gt;harry potter 6&lt;/b&gt;, which my heart has been screaming for since i've finished book 5. then tomorrow, we're required to watch this dance competition for p.e. (streetdance p.e. ko. cool noh? hihihi) at rizal stadium. so wala rin akong magagawa tomorrow. no more weekend. sana makakuha si bea ng copy ng harry potter for me... at sana may time ako magbasa... i &lt;b&gt;simply can't&lt;/b&gt; wait for sem break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi ni gee, yung bf ni sab, si &lt;b&gt;lester adams&lt;/b&gt; daw yung "mabuhok" sa adam's family. sabi naman ni sab, si &lt;b&gt;fantastic man&lt;/b&gt; yung nags-stretch sa fantastic 4. ano ba yan. o diba? may &lt;b&gt;*toink* moment&lt;/b&gt; pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;shoutouts ulit&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;rap&lt;/b&gt; - i read your blog. onga, i feel the "division" din. pero di yan!!! Sr. C PA RIN! hehe. ayoko palitan layout ko! SR. C!!! hahaha. go FIGHTING ARCHERS! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;julian&lt;/b&gt; - ang defensive mo naman sa lsyc interviews. ikaw pala yun??? haha jk. blame mark and rodney! sila nagkwento sakin na ganun eh. at, oo, mahal ko si jeg. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chio&lt;/b&gt; - i don't think magcocommute ka sa up. i have a feeling your loyal driver would still be around, or you're gonna have a car. pasabay na lang in two years. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;stick&lt;/b&gt; - in time, magiging "stick + camille + kristine = losers" hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;stella&lt;/b&gt; - hoy inaccurate naman UP account mo eh! we have a RED gate kaya...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bea&lt;/b&gt; - hala nagiging b.i. ka na rin... yehey!!! hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;labo. hehe. tc!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-112148423241373210?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/112148423241373210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=112148423241373210' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/112148423241373210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/112148423241373210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2005/07/bye-bye-weekend-tear.html' title='bye-bye weekend *tear*'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-112083683033255946</id><published>2005-07-08T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T23:42:12.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kabaliwan at kalokohan</title><content type='html'>hay. whatta week. wag niyo sana ako i-choochoo (lalo ka na &lt;strong&gt;bea&lt;/strong&gt;) after reading this blog. hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week must have been the laziest i've felt since school started. i wasn't in the mood for anything academic sa sobrang daming &lt;strong&gt;juicy&lt;/strong&gt; stuff na nangyayari (secret na namin yun haha). and then it rained &lt;strong&gt;non-stop&lt;/strong&gt; since late monday night till &lt;strong&gt;whole day tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;. rain sucks when you're commuting to get from one place to another. kyle, for some weird reason, still loved the rain. anyway, by the end of the day, my pants were wet almost upto my knees. (hindi hanggang knees yung water sa UP, hindi nagbabaha dun. it's just that when your clothes get wet, diba nags-spread? then if your clothes get more wet and hindi pa natutuyo yung initially wet part, water spreads even more. ganun. and we walk everywhere, even after riding the jeep.) hassle pa kasi ang dulas ng jeep floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*toink* moments&lt;/strong&gt; will be scattered here and there, like this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last tuesday it was raining &lt;strong&gt;non-stop&lt;/strong&gt; (can't stress that enuf) so of course we had our umbrellas with us. sab and i took the &lt;strong&gt;toki&lt;/strong&gt; (yung jeep nga) then pag-akyat ni sab, &lt;strong&gt;bumuka payong niya&lt;/strong&gt;. and hindi pa yun yung foldable, so when her umbrella suddenly opened, as in &lt;strong&gt;with one swift "swoosh"&lt;/strong&gt;. hindi pa niya masara kaagad. puno pa yung toki. the people being harassed by sab's umbrella didn't know whether to help her close the umbrella or not. i was too busy laughing to be of any use. THEN, when we were walking to the building, hindi pa niya nakita yung puddle. unfortunately, malalim yung &lt;strong&gt;puddle&lt;/strong&gt;. in the middle of the conversation, bigla na lang siyang nag &lt;strong&gt;"ay pucha"&lt;/strong&gt; because her whole right foot was soaking wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also visited the&lt;strong&gt; lsyc interviews&lt;/strong&gt; last wednesday. it was fun seeing those peeps again. i find it amusing how people, when they haven't seen you for a long time, suddenly feel "close" to you when you do see each other. i don't mean that in any negative way. it's actually touching. aww... haha. anyway, i interviewed &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; person lang. sayang. hehe. i think he got&lt;strong&gt; terrified&lt;/strong&gt; by the fact that an &lt;strong&gt;alumna &lt;/strong&gt;was interviewing him because he barely moved and he stuttered the whole time. my favorite &lt;strong&gt;*toink* moment&lt;/strong&gt; though was this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faci:&lt;/strong&gt; let us begin with a prayer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;applicant:&lt;/strong&gt; oh shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. sino kaya yun? haha. easy lang kasi. interview lang yan. at salamat kay &lt;strong&gt;mark b&lt;/strong&gt; for calling us "astig". hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then nung thursday, &lt;strong&gt;super&lt;/strong&gt; tamad na talaga ako. sobrang sobra. every time i go to zobel, it's like i never wanna leave. kaya yun. i was so tempted to skip math17 kasi naman &lt;strong&gt;7am&lt;/strong&gt; yun. but then again, i knew it would be hard to catch up sa lessons if i skip math17, kaya &lt;strong&gt;physics&lt;/strong&gt; na lang. haha. when you find out how to get there, you'll understand why i (pati naman si kyle ah. magka-car ka na kasi) opted not to attend the class na lang. it was my last class anyway. we were at katipunan kasi having lunch at that time. we stayed sa condo nila kyle muna till he had to go to class at 2:30 (which he skipped na rin kasi sa sobrang traffic, he wasn't able to arrive on time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at since &lt;strong&gt;thursday &lt;/strong&gt;yun, it's atenistas' visiting day. kaya lang wala si ger, so jeg had to go to UP &lt;strong&gt;by himself&lt;/strong&gt;. this was one heckuva &lt;strong&gt;*toink* moment&lt;/strong&gt;. (accurate din yung time kasi hindi ko pa nabubura sa phone ko)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:35&lt;/strong&gt; - i asked jeg if he was coming, and he said wala si ger. so he asked me how to get to UP, and i told him taxi na lang para madali (nasa katipunan daw siya, yung "side na pauwi").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:51&lt;/strong&gt; - considering the fact na ang lapit ng katipunan, i called to check on him. he said he was on his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at around &lt;strong&gt;4:00&lt;/strong&gt;, i was getting worried coz jeg was still nowhere to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4:06&lt;/strong&gt; - jeg asked me where he was supposed to go down, and i said shopping center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after around 10 minutes, wala pa rin si jeg. i was &lt;strong&gt;so worried&lt;/strong&gt; about jeg, thinking where the heck he was dahil sobrang tagal na niya. "omg...asan na ba si jeg?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, at around &lt;strong&gt;4:45&lt;/strong&gt;, jeg came bursting through the gate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jeg&lt;/strong&gt;: piaaaaaaa... huhuhuhuhuhu... *hug* I'M THE KING OF THE WORLD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: where the heck have you been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jeg&lt;/strong&gt;: nag-jeep ako!!! i am IMMORTAL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after &lt;strong&gt;more than an hour&lt;/strong&gt;, nakarating din si jeg sa house. jeg, the ultimate i-will-not-commute-coz-i-have-a-driver guy commuted from katipunan to our house. *applause* if you're wondering why i was so worried, it's because jeg is not... um... that "able" when it comes to being independent in foreign territory. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: ang dali magcommute diba? wag ka na mag carpool! [feeling expert]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jeg&lt;/strong&gt;: ayoko! gusto ko carpool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: jeg, be a man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jeg&lt;/strong&gt;: ok na ako sa boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i skipped &lt;strong&gt;philo 1&lt;/strong&gt; as well. nakakatamad na kasi talaga. it was my last class na rin. haaaaaaay. i will &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; cut classes again, i promise myself. at least for this sem. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ang haba na!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST na 'to... last week's &lt;strong&gt;*toink* moments &lt;/strong&gt;that i forgot to write...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at &lt;strong&gt;jack's loft &lt;/strong&gt;sa eastwood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mm&lt;/strong&gt;: gusto niyo try yung fishball iced tea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dana&lt;/strong&gt;: oh my gahd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mm&lt;/strong&gt;: yeah. good for two or three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dana&lt;/strong&gt;: anong lasa nun?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mm&lt;/strong&gt;: iced tea! nasa fishbowl lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: aaaaah... akala ko fishball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dana&lt;/strong&gt;: ako rin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mm&lt;/strong&gt;: BOWL. fishBOWL. masyado na kayong loyal sa UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while watching a rally on tv patrol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: uy! CLASSMATE KO YUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. pero joke lang. hindi noh. to make things clear, yung mga baliw na nagrarally ay isang org lang. they're usually ignored sa UP, that's probably why they take the rally outside. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;answers to some comments &lt;/strong&gt;(of prev blog):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bea&lt;/strong&gt; - don't worry. UP won't change me. &lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; will change UP. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stick&lt;/strong&gt; - malls come up with the corniest jingles. daig pa tayo. [broccoli, carrot, apple, papaya... good for you, oh yes, it is... hahahaha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rodney &lt;/strong&gt;- hindi talaga "christian side" ang philo 1 ko kasi hindi naman lahat sa class christians. agnostic pa prof ko. hehe. kay sab nga naniniwala pa sa witchcraft eh...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jeg&lt;/strong&gt; - ("&lt;em&gt;ayoko maging bakla! huhuhuhu&lt;/em&gt;") aww. too late. hahahaha &lt;strong&gt;juz kidding&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stella&lt;/strong&gt; - laughing at my expense eh?!? ay...&lt;strong&gt;iya &lt;/strong&gt;ka na nga pala. sorry...iiiiiiiiyaaaaaaaah. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;julian&lt;/strong&gt; - im not sure kung ano mangyayari pag nasagasaan nga ako, but i will sue that crazy driver. hahaha. and yes, sa akin nga galing yung lupang hinirang question. kaya in the future, alam niyo na.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-112083683033255946?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/112083683033255946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=112083683033255946' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/112083683033255946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/112083683033255946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2005/07/kabaliwan-at-kalokohan.html' title='kabaliwan at kalokohan'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-112023501706999114</id><published>2005-07-01T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T00:28:51.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is knowledge?</title><content type='html'>i looove comments! hehe. they're funny. sige comment lang :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaaaah. nakakabaliw ang &lt;strong&gt;philo 1&lt;/strong&gt;. i thought sir cortel gave us a very hard time, but our prof is even worse. it's as if he has this infinite storage of questions in his brain that would hammer a student's answer into thin, flimsy, breakable pieces. he's nice, no doubt about that, but he just has a &lt;strong&gt;pambara &lt;/strong&gt;for &lt;strong&gt;absolutely everything&lt;/strong&gt;. at least kay sir cortel nakaka-recite pa 'ko. pag philo 1 na, i just go "uh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang daming super basic questions that normal people don't usually think about. like "what is knowledge?" tapos when you (actually &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt;, kasi nga hindi naman ako maka-recite) answer , tatanong ulit siya. then eventually, we'll get back to "what is knowledge?" kasi nabara niya lahat ng sagot ng student. &lt;strong&gt;aba ewan&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and para sa mga chismosa/o na gusto malaman name ng crush ko... teehee. laftrip eh. catch me on ym na lang. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday (&lt;strong&gt;thursday&lt;/strong&gt;), nasa house na naman sila jeg. regular na ba 'to? anyway, fun as usual. i was told that when a guy is with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a)&lt;/em&gt; a girl, "hitched" sila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;b)&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;two/three girls, heartthrob siya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;c) &lt;/em&gt;four or more girls, bakla na siya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess how many girls jeg was with yesterday? &lt;strong&gt;six&lt;/strong&gt;. ten if you count my boardmates. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started this day very badly. my first ever &lt;strong&gt;long exam&lt;/strong&gt; (long test) in my college life was at &lt;strong&gt;7 am&lt;/strong&gt; today. tulog pa utak ko nun, pero i had no choice. &lt;strong&gt;math 17 &lt;/strong&gt;(college algebra and trig) pa. nung start ng sem kasi, the prof said that if you get a grade of 93% and above, &lt;em&gt;uno &lt;/em&gt;ka na. that's the highest, most coveted grade in UP. i was like &lt;strong&gt;"93%?! chicken!!"&lt;/strong&gt; 96-100 kasi grade ko sa math (naks! lol). pero that's zobel. when i got my exam questionnaire, it became &lt;strong&gt;"93%?! impossible!!"&lt;/strong&gt; lol. grabe. kakaiba ang college math. &lt;strong&gt;parang ginawa ng alien.&lt;/strong&gt; 3rd and 4th yr h.s. math and math 17 are basically the same lessons. the difference is highschool is easy-going, 1-lesson-a-day, we'll-wait-for-you-if-you-don't-get-it math while college is 3-to-5-lessons-a-day, turbo-paced, keep-up-or-else math. okay naman, it just needs a lot of getting used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakainis pa, may &lt;strong&gt;5 point&lt;/strong&gt; bonus na binigay yung baliw kong prof sa exam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how many times did the word "ang" appear in the philippine national anthem?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa sobrang galing ko, na-&lt;strong&gt;mental block&lt;/strong&gt; ako in the middle of my mental singing. every single day for thirteen years i sang that anthem. tapos kung kelan ko super kailangan, hindi ko maalala. stupid. sayang. sa exams pa naman, every point counts, lalo na if your test has true or false questions worth &lt;strong&gt;5 points each,&lt;/strong&gt; five "simplify or rationalize" questions worth &lt;strong&gt;15 points each&lt;/strong&gt;, and "determine the set" questions worth &lt;strong&gt;3 points each&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but don't be afraid! fun pa rin naman. very. and besides, kahit saang college, ganyan din maeexperience niyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ingat sa pagtawid&lt;/strong&gt;. i'm the very opposite of street smart, and even the simple task of crossing the street is rocket science to me. i was peacefully crossing an intersection, seeing na wala naman cars. tapos biglang may nag-&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;POOOTAH&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yep. ganung kalakas at ganung kalutong. shucks muntik na ko masagasaan ng bike. hello?! may brake siya, ako wala. i was already halfway across the road. ako dapat ang nag-poootah, hindi siya. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, may concert dapat sa UP ngayon. kaya lang super duper haba ng line, nag-eastwood na lang kami. today was my &lt;strong&gt;first time&lt;/strong&gt; ever to go to eastwood. yep. loser ko talaga. lol. nahahawa na rin ako kay khat, my boardmate. every time i get "emotional", either excited or angry or whatever, my voice rises into this whiny, squeaky tone. freaky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-112023501706999114?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/112023501706999114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=112023501706999114' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/112023501706999114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/112023501706999114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-is-knowledge.html' title='what is knowledge?'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-111970292221316376</id><published>2005-06-25T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T20:41:55.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*toink* moments - UP Style</title><content type='html'>if you don't know what *toink* moments are, shame on you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought of blogging about something else naman other than school. parang yung iba kasi hindi maka-relate, diba? kaya something fun naman! nothing special happened in school anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;mm and i were watching &lt;em&gt;elimidate&lt;/em&gt; (dating show) on &lt;em&gt;etc&lt;/em&gt;, but neither of us were paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tv guy:&lt;/strong&gt; constantine is trying to have this rockstar look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mm:&lt;/strong&gt; uy! constantine! rockstar! coincidence? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;yuck pwede ba, nakakahiya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mm: &lt;/strong&gt;wait lang...si constantine nga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;what?! as in sa american idol?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we both kneel in front of the tv for a literally closer look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mm:&lt;/strong&gt; oo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;hindi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stare again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt;: OMG!!! SI CONSTANTINE!!! yuuuuuuuuck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;constantine, the american idol rockstar, was on elimidate. ang panget niya sobra. and he sang, he had a good voice, but all he sang was "whooa-hoa-whoooa ooooh-ooh-aaaah yeeaaaaah". nakakahiya talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he won, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while watching &lt;em&gt;queer eye&lt;/em&gt; on &lt;em&gt;etc...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sab: &lt;/strong&gt;OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia:&lt;/strong&gt; what?! bakit?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sab: &lt;/strong&gt;KAMPANERANG KUBA NA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kampanerang kuba &lt;/em&gt;is this new show on abs-cbn na total rip off ng &lt;em&gt;hunchback of notre dame&lt;/em&gt;. to their credit, may cgi mice sa &lt;em&gt;kampanerang kuba&lt;/em&gt;, in place of the gargoyles sa &lt;em&gt;hunchback&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last wednesday, jeg and ger (both atenistas) visited us sa UP. hanggang 12 lang kasi class nila. they hung out at our boarding house. tapos, yung ibang UP peeps na wala na ring class, nasa house din! ang saya, parang reunion. parang party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were talking about how i needed a laptop kasi i have lots of research and reaction papers. as in. &lt;em&gt;madami&lt;/em&gt;. so anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mm:&lt;/strong&gt; meron akong laptop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia:&lt;/strong&gt;ah meron ka ba? naghanap pa ko sa malayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sab&lt;/strong&gt;: anong subjects mo ba kailangan ng papers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia:&lt;/strong&gt; geog1 and philo1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jeg:&lt;/strong&gt; pia, meron daw si ger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ger: &lt;/strong&gt;meron ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;uh...ok...ano gusto mo? mag-c.r.? gusto mo ba ng napkin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ger:&lt;/strong&gt; meron akong laptop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jeg: &lt;/strong&gt;yes! mas matalino na ako kay pia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeg talaga. everytime he's around, something *toink*-y happens. in the two hours that he was at our house, madami na siyang kalokohan. at least ako, for the duration of their stay, isa lang (yung toink moment above)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when jeg arrived at the house, he "investigated" the house and went straight upstairs sa rooms WITHOUT PERMISSION. &lt;em&gt;manners, jeg&lt;/em&gt;. tsk tsk. haha. anyway, he went back down to the living room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jeg:&lt;/strong&gt; pia, bakit ang liliit ng mga shirt mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;huh? baka maling cabinet tinignan mo. (ignoring the fact that you're not supposed to go through someone's cabinet without permission. &lt;em&gt;manners, jeg&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jeg:&lt;/strong&gt; hindi, yun yung sabi ni sab eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;maliit ba yun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jeg: &lt;/strong&gt;oo! ang liit kaya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;BAKIT JEG?! GA'NO BA AKO KALAKI SA'YO?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joy&lt;/strong&gt;: may tatlo na akong crush na nape-pedo(phile). ang babata eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jeg:&lt;/strong&gt; talaga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joy:&lt;/strong&gt; oo. 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jeg: &lt;/strong&gt;ang dami naman nun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joy:&lt;/strong&gt; 15 years old! kakasabi ko lang na tatlo lang crush ko eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dward: &lt;/strong&gt;ayan. mas matalino na ulit si pia sa'yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ger: &lt;/strong&gt;grabe... walang gwapo sa ateneo! highschool lang siguro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia:&lt;/strong&gt; e sabi nila ivy umupo ka lang daw sa "caf" madami ka nang makikita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ger:&lt;/strong&gt; seryoso...wala talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;baka iba taste niyo nila ivy... lagi nilang sinasabi na kahit saan ka tumingin may cute eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jeg:&lt;/strong&gt; *with his remorseful face* hindi... wala nga talagang cute dun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...jeg ha...you're making me doubt...lol. ahlabshyu, jeg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know marami pa, i just forgot. next time, i'll write them down. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakita na rin pala ni sab yung crush ko! magkatabi kasi kami ng classroom, so when &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; came in, i texted sab to take a peek. lol. laftrip talaga when she did, pero long story. anyway, sabi niya cute daw sa unang tingin, pero hindi naman masyado. maputi lang. &lt;strong&gt;i'm hurt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;lol. hindi raw niya kasi type. so what?! &lt;strong&gt;as if type ko si gee.&lt;/strong&gt; lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for those who know &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; name, may &lt;strong&gt;r&lt;/strong&gt; pala between &lt;strong&gt;t&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;u&lt;/strong&gt;. not much of an improvement, i know. sigh. &lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt; it does have a meaning! it means &lt;em&gt;rock&lt;/em&gt; in greek and is derived from &lt;em&gt;peter&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;and &lt;/strong&gt;there are &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;holy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;people with his name, too! yuck...ni-research ko pa talaga... lol. i was curious, too, ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i hope y'all are doing well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps to bea, chio, and julian&lt;/strong&gt;: YES! tama yan. UP na kayo. we'll take care of you. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps to julian: &lt;/strong&gt;yung &lt;em&gt;lost &lt;/em&gt;ha! lol. not rushing you! just reminding. baka kasi nakalimutan mo na eh. hehe. &lt;strong&gt;thank you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-111970292221316376?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/111970292221316376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=111970292221316376' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/111970292221316376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/111970292221316376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2005/06/toink-moments-up-style.html' title='*toink* moments - UP Style'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-111900783408829973</id><published>2005-06-17T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T20:40:46.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finding my groove</title><content type='html'>before anything else, gagawin ko muna yung &lt;strong&gt;top 10 stress-relief/relax-thing &lt;/strong&gt;survey. dami na nagpass sa'kin eh =P&lt;br /&gt;1. SLEEEEEEEP&lt;br /&gt;2. aircon!!&lt;br /&gt;3. good TV&lt;br /&gt;4. good food&lt;br /&gt;5. getting text messages!&lt;br /&gt;6. internet&lt;br /&gt;7. NO HOMEWORK!&lt;br /&gt;8. NO PROFESSORS!&lt;br /&gt;9. tambay ng UP peeps sa house&lt;br /&gt;10. getting home early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;passing it on to:&lt;/strong&gt; whoever! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, hay. &lt;strong&gt;i miss sr. c!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the yearbook draft is finally coming!!!&lt;/strong&gt; FINALLY. after a &lt;strong&gt;whole summer&lt;/strong&gt; of hard work, makikita na namin fruits of our labor &lt;strong&gt;next week&lt;/strong&gt;. YES! our moderator said it's &lt;strong&gt;amazing&lt;/strong&gt;, exactly the way we "envisioned" it. sana lang talaga maayos ang labas. that &lt;strong&gt;september distribution&lt;/strong&gt; might happen after all =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love UP&lt;/strong&gt; but it's taking it's toll on me. &lt;strong&gt;ang hirap maghanap ng materials.&lt;/strong&gt; you see, we have no books (most of the time), so we have to photocopy &lt;strong&gt;almost everything&lt;/strong&gt;. the problem is, the materials i need are in different photocopy centers scattered all around UP. minsan pa wala. nakakainis. and i'm developing &lt;strong&gt;serious leg muscles&lt;/strong&gt; due to walking all over the place. maybe if i kick you, your bones would break due to my super muscles. lol. but anyway, &lt;strong&gt;UP is fun!&lt;/strong&gt; kaya yung mga hindi pa college diyan, &lt;strong&gt;go to UP!&lt;/strong&gt; you'll learn &lt;strong&gt;a whole lot more &lt;/strong&gt;there than going to any other college. you'll learn about &lt;strong&gt;life&lt;/strong&gt;. yeeeeeesssss... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ako makatulog sa boarding house! i dunno why. hindi lang talaga. i go to bed ng 11, fall asleep around 3, then wake-up at &lt;strong&gt;5:30&lt;/strong&gt; every single day coz my first class is at 7am. hay nako. thank you, Lord, for the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, nag&lt;strong&gt;freak out&lt;/strong&gt; kami ni sab and mm because we saw this odd man who pressed his face against our window sa boarding house. &lt;strong&gt;we screamed our lungs out&lt;/strong&gt; only to realize na &lt;strong&gt;shadow&lt;/strong&gt; lang pala yun ng trees caused by the &lt;strong&gt;headlights ng car&lt;/strong&gt; that passed by the house. laftrip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also finally go to see yung &lt;strong&gt;condo&lt;/strong&gt; nila kyle, jon, marco, and dward...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to zobel &lt;strong&gt;last wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;. ang fun. sir cortel hugged me, which was weird... haha. went to school &lt;strong&gt;this afternoon &lt;/strong&gt;din. i &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; got to talk to the people who i normally chat or text with but never acutally met. lol. pero hindi pa lahat. next time na lang =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excited na 'ko mag &lt;strong&gt;LSYC retreat!&lt;/strong&gt; sayang lang i can't go ng saturday. favorite day ko pa naman yun. hindi lalabas ang &lt;strong&gt;holy trinity&lt;/strong&gt;... awww... lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-111900783408829973?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/111900783408829973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=111900783408829973' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/111900783408829973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/111900783408829973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2005/06/finding-my-groove.html' title='finding my groove'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-111846586701160530</id><published>2005-06-11T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T13:48:13.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a flurry of jeeps and strangers</title><content type='html'>yes! my first week in up is &lt;strong&gt;finally over&lt;/strong&gt;. it was fun, &lt;strong&gt;nakakapagod &lt;/strong&gt;nga lang. who knew there was a lack of &lt;strong&gt;toki&lt;/strong&gt; jeeps around UP? (&lt;strong&gt;ikot&lt;/strong&gt; jeeps have a clockwise route, &lt;strong&gt;toki&lt;/strong&gt; jeeps have a counter-clockwise route. wais noh? hehe). well, enough about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda hard to have &lt;strong&gt;different classmates all the time&lt;/strong&gt;. as i told karyl yesterday, i'm getting tired of my "speech" which &lt;strong&gt;usually &lt;/strong&gt;goes like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hi, anong year mo na? ah, first year din ako! ano course mo? oh, really? ako BAA. &lt;/strong&gt;(usually, i'm asked kung ano ang BAA). &lt;strong&gt;Business Administration and Accounting. Oo, double major. Grabe, five years! Ano nga pala name mo? Hi, I'm Pia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero may variation yan kasi sometimes i meet fellow BA or BAA or from the higher batch. but it's always like that. i have a feeling na &lt;strong&gt;two weeks&lt;/strong&gt; na ko sa UP and i will still be uttering that speech coz i am sure to meet new people in my classes. sa sobrang dami ko nang na-meet, i can't remember who they are anymore. and i can't remember which class i know them from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun din coz i see my &lt;strong&gt;zobel friends&lt;/strong&gt; around UP. we met last thurday for lunch and it was fun. and ginagawa na rin &lt;strong&gt;tambayan&lt;/strong&gt; yung &lt;strong&gt;boarding house&lt;/strong&gt; namin for those na walang class at walang mapuntahan. but i don't mind. as i said, it's &lt;strong&gt;f-u-n&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and &lt;strong&gt;may crush na ko&lt;/strong&gt;!!! hihihihi. after &lt;strong&gt;four highschool years&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;zero&lt;/strong&gt; crushes, i finally find one. sa UP pa! and i thought UP peeps are... well... not &lt;strong&gt;"crush material"&lt;/strong&gt;. hahaha joke lang. anyway, he's part of the council in my college kaya ko sya nakilala. why am i announcing this? &lt;strong&gt;because you will never be able to meet him anyway&lt;/strong&gt;. hahaha! si kyle lang may kilala sa kanya coz we belong to the same college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: kyle! may crush na ko!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kyle&lt;/strong&gt;: yung soph representative noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: oo!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess &lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt; really is "crush material" kasi kyle guessed him right away. or that may be because of our &lt;strong&gt;"great minds" &lt;/strong&gt;thing... oh well. nevermind the name of the guy... hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what else?! &lt;strong&gt;classmate ko siya sa Philo1 ko!!!&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha! yipeee! that's my fave subject so far... haha jk. that's the &lt;strong&gt;glory&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;no block sections&lt;/strong&gt;! weird lang kasi may classmates kang upper batch kahit senior na...parang ka-level mo lang sila...pero ok lang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;things are definitely looking up&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to read YOUR blogs and keep myself updated...hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-111846586701160530?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/111846586701160530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=111846586701160530' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/111846586701160530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/111846586701160530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2005/06/flurry-of-jeeps-and-strangers.html' title='a flurry of jeeps and strangers'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-111797983828244785</id><published>2005-06-05T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T21:57:18.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>final chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;i'm moving to my new "second home" tomorrow...my...sniff sniff... &lt;strong&gt;boarding house&lt;/strong&gt;. i think i'm gonna cry... hehe not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i really don't want to go to up&lt;/strong&gt;. at least &lt;strong&gt;not yet&lt;/strong&gt;. haaay... i don't know what it is, but i'm really &lt;strong&gt;terrified&lt;/strong&gt; of going to college. i know a lot of my horror comes from the fact that &lt;strong&gt;i have no idea how to find my way around that campus&lt;/strong&gt;. how am i supposed to know where my classes are??? and what does &lt;strong&gt;lec/dsc ph 301&lt;/strong&gt; mean?! yes, yes, i know it's in &lt;strong&gt;palma hall&lt;/strong&gt;, but then what? geez, this requires &lt;strong&gt;a &lt;/strong&gt;lot of common sense. &lt;strong&gt;a whole lot &lt;/strong&gt;of quick-witted, fool-proof, unwavering common sense. i realized that i was &lt;strong&gt;so super spoiled &lt;/strong&gt;in zobel that i suddenly have no idea what i'd do when i'm thrown into someplace &lt;strong&gt;totally different &lt;/strong&gt;from what i'm used to. no doubt it would be easier in &lt;strong&gt;taft &lt;/strong&gt;or even &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tae&lt;/em&gt;neo &lt;/strong&gt;(lol joke lang. si rap nagsabi nyan). my taft/csb friends even said that taft is just like &lt;strong&gt;a big zobel&lt;/strong&gt;. oh, how jealous i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, it would be &lt;strong&gt;cool&lt;/strong&gt; in UP in some ways. i'd meet &lt;strong&gt;a whole lot of people &lt;/strong&gt;with different backgrounds, different upbringings, and heck, even different religions. it would be &lt;strong&gt;interesting&lt;/strong&gt;, definitely. i'm just bracing myself for the so-called &lt;strong&gt;culture shock&lt;/strong&gt;. i think i can handle the workload. or, rather, i &lt;strong&gt;hope&lt;/strong&gt; i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, we had our &lt;strong&gt;supposedly&lt;/strong&gt; sr. c gimmick. it turned out to be &lt;strong&gt;the-usual-people-who-go-to-town &lt;/strong&gt;sort of gimmick. sayang. that's a testimony to my &lt;strong&gt;things-will-never-be-the-same&lt;/strong&gt; theory. but it was fun. we watched &lt;strong&gt;madagascar&lt;/strong&gt;, yay! it was soooo &lt;strong&gt;cute&lt;/strong&gt;! hay nakaka-miss ang &lt;strong&gt;sr.c/jr.b&lt;/strong&gt;. it's the one thing that's holding me back from "embracing" UP. my family is with the sr.c peeps, not anywhere in UP. even the simple &lt;strong&gt;classroom kalokohan, impromptu wannabe-boyband sing-a-longs,&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;bus rides&lt;/strong&gt; become precious gems now that i think about it. &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; will i experience that again. i never thought we could ever grow &lt;strong&gt;so close&lt;/strong&gt; to each other, that it's possible for one class to be &lt;strong&gt;open&lt;/strong&gt; about almost everything, that things would be &lt;strong&gt;so close to perfect&lt;/strong&gt;, but i was so wrong. shuks ang drama! o sige, tama na. &lt;strong&gt;i miss you sexies and gwapos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, anyway, this is the very last of my "regular" blogs. i'm &lt;strong&gt;still &lt;/strong&gt;terrified of going to UP, but &lt;strong&gt;i'll manage&lt;/strong&gt;. if not, i still have my &lt;strong&gt;kuya&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;bodyguards&lt;/strong&gt; to be lost in campus with me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;note: &lt;/strong&gt;bakit ang daming "natamaan" sa &lt;strong&gt;*toink* moments&lt;/strong&gt; blog ko? lol. i'm not "exposing" anyone's stupidity, just the fact that we are all &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;funny&lt;/strong&gt; people. tama ba? hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll &lt;strong&gt;"see" &lt;/strong&gt;you all during the weekends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-111797983828244785?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/111797983828244785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=111797983828244785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/111797983828244785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/111797983828244785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2005/06/final-chapter.html' title='final chapter'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-111778619381903004</id><published>2005-06-03T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T16:45:37.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*toink* moments</title><content type='html'>what is &lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;? kay &lt;strong&gt;bebeh enzo&lt;/strong&gt; ko una narinig yun. that's what he says everytime i say something...well... stupid or senseless. or pag may mangyaring nakakatawa, or kalokohan. the possibilities are endless. i love saying &lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;. parang lahat na ng emotion, nandun na. hindi mo na kailangan mag-type ng &lt;strong&gt;"hahaha! ang corny!"&lt;/strong&gt;. sabi ni jeg, mas masaya daw ang &lt;strong&gt;wapak&lt;/strong&gt;. ayoko nun. parang masakit. at least pag &lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;, light lang, funny pa. gusto rin ni jeg &lt;strong&gt;shanggadoo&lt;/strong&gt;. okay na rin... pero mas cute ang &lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;. parang &lt;strong&gt;oink&lt;/strong&gt;. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, i'm bored to death at home. so i just resulted to fixing my messed up files sa comp because i can't find whatever i'm looking for fast enough. then i found my &lt;strong&gt;chat collection&lt;/strong&gt;. before, when &lt;strong&gt;secrets and chichis&lt;/strong&gt; were abound in &lt;strong&gt;ym&lt;/strong&gt;, i saved my chats so i can remember those precious information. i read through all of them, and i found lotsa &lt;strong&gt;*toink* &lt;/strong&gt;moments. nonesense talk that still make me laugh. a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** jeg and i always argue about who's more often right. syempre, i say i'm always right. lol. and i also tease him about him "spokening dollars" because he doesn't do it that much. this chat is like a testimony to both my points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeg:&lt;/strong&gt; lahat kayo nagbago na ng layout a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeg:&lt;/strong&gt; it's so amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angelpiadj :&lt;/strong&gt; sino pa ba? si rach lang alam ko a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeg:&lt;/strong&gt; si rap din&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angelpiadj : &lt;/strong&gt;so, actually, hindi naman lahat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angelpiadj :&lt;/strong&gt; lahat na ba kung kaming 3 lang? kaw talaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angelpiadj :&lt;/strong&gt; mali ka na naman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's point #1. i'm right again! lol. but there's more...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeg: &lt;/strong&gt;lahat is merely an exaggeration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeg: &lt;/strong&gt;which could also be called as a &lt;strong&gt;hyperbola&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** alam niyo ba ang &lt;strong&gt;takeshi's castle&lt;/strong&gt;? it was all the rave when we were young. it's this weirdo japanese game show hosted by smokey manaloto and anjo yllana dressed as "takeshi" and his "assistant". during a sr.c conference, we reminisced about those olden days and you'll realize just how weird that show was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ezno: &lt;/strong&gt;d ba kumakain pa cla mentos bago ung final event sa takeshis castle..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;karyl: &lt;/strong&gt;the best talaga takeshi's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;pro totoo...kala ko talaga sila smokey un...nde pla... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kyle: &lt;/strong&gt;onga..yun din ang inisip ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enzo: &lt;/strong&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;karyl: &lt;/strong&gt;ahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alex: &lt;/strong&gt;naaalala ko tlaga dun yng first event... lhat ng contestant aakyat sa wall tpos magsslide sa other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;karyl: &lt;/strong&gt;ang daya naman sa final challenge palagi eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;karyl: &lt;/strong&gt;onion paper lang yung sa contestants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enzo: &lt;/strong&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pia: &lt;/strong&gt;ang naaalala ko dun ung malaking 'boulder' na gumugulong tapos tinatakbuhan nung contestants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enzo: &lt;/strong&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;karyl: &lt;/strong&gt;ahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kyle: &lt;/strong&gt;wala na bang naddownload na episodes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kyle: &lt;/strong&gt;o kaya dvd collection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enzo: &lt;/strong&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you notice how enzo only goes "haha" and "hehe" for the rest of the conversation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** minsan, malabo kausap si &lt;strong&gt;bebeh enzo&lt;/strong&gt;. haha. he's the cutest "kid"! nag"buzz" kasi si enzo one night, so nag-usap kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angelpiadj :&lt;/strong&gt; anong kalokohan ginagawa mo ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enzo:&lt;/strong&gt; ha? anung kalokohan?!? LAHAT NA LNG BA NG GINAGAWA KO KALOKOHAN?!? KALOKOHAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enzo:&lt;/strong&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enzo:&lt;/strong&gt; ala lng..&lt;br /&gt;(fast forward to the part na chinichismis ako ni enzo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enzo: &lt;/strong&gt;sige na pls... bkt ba ayaw mo sabihin sakin? pls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enzo: &lt;/strong&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angelpiadj: &lt;/strong&gt;sige na nga...pero secret lang ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enzo: &lt;/strong&gt;opo! pramis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angelpiadj: &lt;/strong&gt;kasi enzo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angelpiadj: &lt;/strong&gt;wag na lang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enzo: &lt;/strong&gt;HIGHWAY ROBBERY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh? di ko gets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** si jeg na naman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeg: &lt;/strong&gt;tama yung 6'8" db?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeg:&lt;/strong&gt; or 6"8'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angelpiadj :&lt;/strong&gt; 6"8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angelpiadj :&lt;/strong&gt; ay teka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angelpiadj :&lt;/strong&gt; onga noh...haha nakalimutan ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angelpiadj :&lt;/strong&gt; baket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeg:&lt;/strong&gt; just curious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angelpiadj :&lt;/strong&gt; *toink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeg:&lt;/strong&gt; *wapak*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** minsan lang kami mag-chat ni julian (as in ysmael), and our conversations usually go like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julian: &lt;/strong&gt;hi ate pia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angelpiadj: &lt;/strong&gt;hello julian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julian: &lt;/strong&gt;ang funny ng blog mo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julian: &lt;/strong&gt;wala lang! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angelpiadj: &lt;/strong&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julian: &lt;/strong&gt;hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angelpiadj&lt;/strong&gt;: ano ginagawa mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julian: &lt;/strong&gt;wala naman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julian: &lt;/strong&gt;nag-aayos ng blogsites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julian: &lt;/strong&gt;at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julian: &lt;/strong&gt;nakikinig ng power rangers theme song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anglpiadj: &lt;/strong&gt;what?! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julian: &lt;/strong&gt;lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun. puro "haha", "hehe", at "lol" laman ng conversation namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** once again, bored ako. it just so happens that bored din si karyl! we were talking about nonesense as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kinang:&lt;/strong&gt; wala ka bang summer chichi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angelpiadj :&lt;/strong&gt; hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angelpiadj :&lt;/strong&gt; ung k *censored haha* lang talaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kinang:&lt;/strong&gt; un lang?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angelpiadj :&lt;/strong&gt; ikaw??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kinang:&lt;/strong&gt; wala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angelpiadj :&lt;/strong&gt; ya see?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kinang:&lt;/strong&gt; ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kinang:&lt;/strong&gt; ang baduy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angelpiadj :&lt;/strong&gt; uy alam mo ba?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kinang:&lt;/strong&gt; what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angelpiadj :&lt;/strong&gt; wala lang...para maexcite ka lang...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kinang:&lt;/strong&gt; hay naku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kinang: &lt;/strong&gt;ur so mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she also uses this expression to say how mean you are: "ang sama mo! ang sama sama mo! ang sama sama ng lahi mo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** meron din akong naalalang real-life&lt;strong&gt; *toink* &lt;/strong&gt;moments. wala sa chat. for some reason, naalala ko lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(nung hindi pa masyado uso si pucca, may pucca bag si mae)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ivy: &lt;/strong&gt;ang cute naman niyan, mae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marco: &lt;/strong&gt;(reading pucca's name sa bag) huh? sino yang si &lt;strong&gt;pucha&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sab called me sa &lt;strong&gt;lan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dline&lt;/strong&gt; ko before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sab: &lt;/strong&gt;uy pia, may question ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;o, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sab: &lt;/strong&gt;nasan ka ba? tawag ka dito pag nasa bahay ka na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sab: &lt;/strong&gt;ay oo nga pala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you want the ultimate &lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;-a-thon, visit &lt;strong&gt;stella&lt;/strong&gt;'s blog: &lt;a href="http://imamonkey.multiply.com/journal"&gt;http://imamonkey.multiply.com/journal&lt;/a&gt; and look for her &lt;strong&gt;remembering highschool &lt;/strong&gt;series. lalo na yung 3 and 4. madidiscover niyo how extremely &lt;strong&gt;*toink*&lt;/strong&gt;-y we all were as a class, and probably realize why and how close our class really is! (since a lot of &lt;strong&gt;ex-soph. c&lt;/strong&gt; keep asking me how). read the comments din kasi may additional info dun. hehe. but only if you want to. laftrip kasi. and if you're from the lower batch, &lt;strong&gt;heads up &lt;/strong&gt;na yan on what is to come your way. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alam kong mahaba na 'to pero pahabol na lang!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lilipat na ko sa boarding house ko on &lt;strong&gt;monday&lt;/strong&gt;! huhuhu. &lt;strong&gt;ayoko pa talaga mag-college! &lt;/strong&gt;i'm so scared i might get lost sa campus. hay naku. pero i have to face the music. hay. hehe. it's so surreal typing &lt;strong&gt;u.p. diliman, CBA&lt;/strong&gt; (college of business administration) sa mga sticker name ko instead of my section. i'm &lt;strong&gt;sort of &lt;/strong&gt;excited, but i still have some jitters. at least &lt;strong&gt;we have no classes every wednesday&lt;/strong&gt; haha. i have also planned on keeping my notes &lt;strong&gt;neat and legible&lt;/strong&gt; in case &lt;strong&gt;julian&lt;/strong&gt; decides to pursue &lt;strong&gt;b.a.a. &lt;/strong&gt;as a course din. so when he does, &lt;strong&gt;i have something to pass on to him!&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha! hay. wish me luck in up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's it! sana i can keep blogging regularly. keep your blogs updated din so i can keep up with your happenings! though i don't always leave comments, i read every single blog na nasa links ko. olrayt? toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shout outs &lt;/strong&gt;(from previous blog's comments):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rap&lt;/strong&gt; - i miss you too!! huhu! i haven't seen you &lt;strong&gt;the whole summer&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stella&lt;/strong&gt; - o diba? may special mention pa yung blog mo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chio&lt;/strong&gt; - yes, you were the first! *throws confetti* and you didn't even know it haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jackie&lt;/strong&gt; - i tried eating durian...but i failed. hay. can't take the smell, can't take the taste! pero i liked all the processed ones (ice cream, polvoron, barquillos etc) haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-111778619381903004?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/111778619381903004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=111778619381903004' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/111778619381903004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/111778619381903004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2005/06/toink-moments.html' title='*toink* moments'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-111749743403675237</id><published>2005-05-31T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T11:47:21.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving on</title><content type='html'>yeah... so &lt;strong&gt;i moved to blogger&lt;/strong&gt;! this must be the simplest layout i've made (i made &lt;strong&gt;three layouts&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;two months&lt;/strong&gt;...wow...talk about bored haha), but this was the hardest to code. &lt;strong&gt;lecheng tags yan&lt;/strong&gt;. haha. oh well. i made this yesterday, but i didn't have time for this entry explaining the change, kaya ngayon na lang. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, &lt;strong&gt;next week na start of classes&lt;/strong&gt; for most of us. and, as i'm already in college (&lt;strong&gt;nooooooo!&lt;/strong&gt;), i'll be away from my computer and my files and everything. dahil ganun, if ever i decide to keep blogging, it's gonna be hard to maintain a manual site. blogger's okay, i just don't have the liberty of doing whatever i want when it comes to a manual site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"moving on"&lt;/strong&gt; means two things: 1) kasi nga i moved from freewebs to blogger! 2) kasi magc-college na 'ko. huhuhu. if you still hadn't noticed, &lt;strong&gt;i don't want to go to college yet&lt;/strong&gt;! and if you're wondering what &lt;strong&gt;"toujours pur"&lt;/strong&gt; means, it's &lt;strong&gt;always/forever pure&lt;/strong&gt;. i know it has something to do with the &lt;strong&gt;black family&lt;/strong&gt; (syempre may harry potter pa rin. hihi), i just can't remember where i read it exactly. i think sa fifth book. anyway, it's up to you if you still want to change the link on your site (and if you still haven't linked me, please do! hahaha) from freewebs to blogger. pero mas masaya if you keep the freewebs address. parang may &lt;strong&gt;intro/entrance&lt;/strong&gt; before my blog. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay. i'll miss my old site. haha. may link pa rin naman sa side bar, so if you're feeling sentimental, you can visit my old blogsite and remember those happy times. lol. i also moved all my may entries here para may laman yung blog hehe. yung april, wag na. kakatamad. the comments, wag na rin. hehe. i also made new buttons. wala lang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yun lang naman. &lt;strong&gt;nothing amazing happened anyway&lt;/strong&gt;, save for the fact that &lt;strong&gt;francis&lt;/strong&gt; (yung classmate ni bea na cousin rin namin in some way...lol) visited sa wake. fun fun. and props to &lt;strong&gt;chio &lt;/strong&gt;for being the first to see this site! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you still haven't read my vacation blog (the post below this one), read it please! i want you to see the pictures of &lt;strong&gt;ikoi&lt;/strong&gt;! hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-111749743403675237?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/111749743403675237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=111749743403675237' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/111749743403675237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/111749743403675237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2005/05/moving-on.html' title='moving on'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-111741832870605794</id><published>2005-05-29T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T09:58:48.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i know you missed me</title><content type='html'>hello everybody! i'm back!! hay. bittersweet. ayoko pa maging "back"! gusto ko pa sana i-extend yung vacation, but oh well. i just came home from my nanay's funeral. she passed away yesterday. i expected to see "mourning", pero parang party yung funeral. sobrang ingay, ang gulo-gulo, puro tawanan, tsimis, lahat ng mahahanap mo sa party except rave music at bar fights. ang weird tuloy. basta whatta night. whatta "welcome home". sigh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, &lt;b&gt;syempre kukwento ko yung vacation ko&lt;/b&gt;! hahaha. grabe. &lt;b&gt;first day&lt;/b&gt; pa lang, inabot na kami ng malas. &lt;b&gt;9am&lt;/b&gt; dapat yung flight namin from manila to davao. do you know what time we finally left manila? &lt;b&gt;5pm&lt;/b&gt;. grabe. GRABE. ang galing galing ng PAL. in effect, &lt;b&gt;8 hours&lt;/b&gt; kaming stranded sa airport. ate, patrick, and i. graaaaaabe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upero in fairness, &lt;b&gt;super saya&lt;/b&gt; ng vacation. we spent four days sa davao, then we went to marbel, hometown ni papa, for the rest of the two weeks. at wala kaming ginawa kundi &lt;b&gt;kumain nang kumain nang kumain&lt;/b&gt;. hehe ang saya! kaya siguro &lt;b&gt;1000 lbs&lt;/b&gt; na 'ko ngayon. i don't need to weigh myself to know na tumaba ako. the tighter pants say it all. lol.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure you'll get bored if i just tell you what happened for two weeks. madami yun. kaya dadaanin ko na lang sa &lt;b&gt;pichooooors&lt;/b&gt;! hehe. of course, c/o my wonderful phone. our digicam is jampacked with pics, pero nakakatamad i-upload. matagal. at sa tagal na rin ng pagbabasa niyo ng first four paragraphs ng blog ko, siguro naman tapos na mag-upload yung ibang pics! so, here we go! weeee!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;ang cute diba?! i had to keep myself entertained somehow during our 8 hrs sa centennial airport, so i spent most of it watching this cute baby. wala lang. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/Twinsprincess.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;these are my cousins. from the back: addy and arby (7), and alyssa(5). yep. twins si addy and arby! hehe! &lt;b&gt;lagi&lt;/b&gt; sila terno ng damit. ang cute! they went on vacation with us sa davao, but they also live in marbel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/ateneo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;that's ateneo de davao. ang cool. mukhang mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/apo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;we went to this beach to eat luch, and from there kita yung mt. apo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/view.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;the next day, nasa taas na kami ng mt. apo! and from there, kita yung beach! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/eden.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;this is where we stayed. it's a nature park sa mt. apo. dito rin kami naghiking ng 5am in shorts and slippers. haha. we were unprepared. ako yung nagw-wave sa upper right...haha joke lang. mga badjao yan. na statue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;that's me and my badjao friends. na statue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/peacock.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;there're lots of these in eden. as in lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/Peacockmumu.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;ganyan sila pag mamatay. nagiging mumu. lol. albino peacock daw yan. ooh... nagg-glow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;ya think that's baguio?! noooo! that's mt. apo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/pine.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;ya think that's a baguio pine tree?! noooo! that's an eden nature park pine tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/trai.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;ya think that's a bagui trail?! noooo! that's an eden nature park trail! lol. la lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;disney philippines&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;in keeping with my layout, hindi ako nilayuan ng disney. may disneyland din sa davao!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/DonaldDaisy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;donald and daisy duck&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/Rafiki.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;rafiki&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/Pumbaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;pumbaa and friend&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/bambi.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;bambi (hanapin niyo na lang lol)&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/parentsbambi.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;parents ni bambi&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/Hook.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;crocodile sa peter pan&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/Panther.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;panther sa jungle book&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/snake.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;snake sa jungle book&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/mouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;mickey mouse plant (no joke. yun talaga name nyan)&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;galing noh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may napansin din ako. there are three kinds of tricycles in davao.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;b&gt;tricyjeep&lt;/b&gt; (na hindi ko nakunan ng pichoor kasi hindi ko pa naisip na magpichoor-pichoor at that time) na makikita rin sa bf pque. mukhang jeep na may motorcycle sa harap.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;b&gt;tricycar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/Tricycar.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;may backseat AND the seats are comfortable (by the looks of it. hindi naman ako sumakay). the seats look like little loveseats.&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the &lt;b&gt;tricybrella&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/Tricybrella.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;para lang siyang sidecar, but instead of a bicycle, scooter yung gamit. at may payong for the passengers' comfort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;for the fourteen days na nandun kami sa mindanao, whether sa davao or marbel, ganyan meals namin. lunch and dinner. konti pa nga yan kasi hindi kasya yung table sa picture. even our breakfast at my tita's house where we stayed comes with dessert. amazing! lol. so it's not my fault that i'm 1000 lbs now. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/province.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;that's the ultimate pichoor of provincial life. simple, peaceful, relaxing. we were at the pantatan eating pantat (in tagalog, nasa hituan kami, kumakain ng hito. "pantat" is ilonggo for "hito"), when i saw that image. kaya pinichooran ko. hehe. nasa marbel na kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/meate.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;that's me and my ate. sino mas maganda?! sige nga! lol. diyan naman, we were at the tilapiaan, eating tilapia. haha! fresh lahat. yummmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;de jesus farm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know na may farm pala ang mga de jesus! huwaw! hehe. so we went there. i forgot how many years old yung farm, basta old. as a result...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/forest.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;nagmukang forest yung farm. seriously, that's the entrance of the farm. lol. ang laki pa. pero papa said na slowly dinedevelop ulit. matagal daw kasi napabayaan kasi most of the de jesuses moved to manila or canada.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;that's a mama cow and a baby cow sa farm. pwede nang pangcommercial ng milk! there was a buffalo sa field behind the cow, pero malayo pa lang, as in muka pang langgam yung buffalo sa layo, nagf-flare na siya ng nose and nags-stomp na ng feet. so we thought twice about going any nearer.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also learned how to become a full-grown duck sa duck farm in our farm!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;step 1: lay eggs&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;step 2: sit on eggs&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/duck.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;step 3: hatch&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/duckling.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;step 4: grow!&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/ducks.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/london.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;eto yung beach na pinuntahan namin. "london beach". i dunno why it's called as such. anyway, it's in general santos, 1 hour drive from marbel. ang ganda ng beach! it's super clean. tapos may natural fresh water pa na nagf-flow to the sea from underground. cool noh? and when we went there, kami lang yung tao. weekday kasi. we went there nung weekend, siksikan yung mga tao sa dami. yuck. haha. if you wanna see the panoramic pic (naks!) click &lt;a href="#" onClick="link=window.open('http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/beach.jpg', 'link');return false;"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/mutant.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;my cousins' dog gave birth to a litter of six adorable pups. the only problem is they're mutants. lol. notice the toes. all the puppies have that kind of paw. ang weird talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;save the best for last!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin, kuya chikoi, hasy a baby named ikoi! lol. ang cute cute cute ni ikoi! he's only ten months old. he's sooo cute! he's the cutest baby in the world! lol. hindi siya nangingilala. as in he will go with anyone. and he loves to eat EVERYTHING. as in EVERYTHING. even your nose. his favorite "food" was my blue cellphone case.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/Wikoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/Boo.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/koi.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/ikoi.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/mindanao/CUTE.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's it for the pics! madami pa actually, tinatamad lang ako ilagay. at baka tamarin din kayo tignan. hehe. lotsa things happened sa mindanao, and i so enjoyed every minute of it! i also have lotsa kwento about my relatives that i saw for the first time, but it would take a veeeery long time for me to tell you that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case, i love marbel! saan, tell me, SAAN ka makakakita ng van na magoovertake sayo at your speed of 130kph, a 6-wheeler truck na magoovertake sa van na nagovertake sayo, halo-halo na ang laman ay buko at melon (that's good for me!), two-ulam meal at the price of P45 (masarap pa!), a carabao pulling a cart of pigs, a driving range littered with grazing cows (plus points if you hit the cow!), and videoke &lt;b&gt;everywhere you go&lt;/b&gt; - may it be resto, terminal, resort, house, kahit saan. and first time ever ako hinabol ng chicken and her chicklets. ang bilis pala tumakbo ng chicken...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing how exceptionally hospitable the people were! kala ko ba magulo sa mindanao?! hindi naman eh! everyone knew each other, and they all treat each other as friends and family. kahit yung mga driver and workers, friends ko na rin kasi sobrang bait nila! the problem lang is one heck of a language barrier. ilonggo kasi sila, and they sometimes forget that we have &lt;b&gt;zero knowledge&lt;/b&gt; of that language so they all speak in ilonggo. pero ok lang. it was great.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, that's the end of my mega-blog for my two-week vacation. basta sobrang saya. i loved it! i didn't want to go home yet. sayang. i'll miss addy, arby, and alyssa! i'll miss my gazillion cousins! i'll miss all of it! i dunno when we'll go back, but i don't think it's any time soon. but if ever you decide to go to marbel, remember to visit &lt;b&gt;ondet snackhouse and resto&lt;/b&gt;! that's my ninang's restaurant. masarap! lol.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i was gone for two weeks, so i need two weeks' worth of updates! chichi naman diyan! hehe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-111741832870605794?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/111741832870605794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=111741832870605794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/111741832870605794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/111741832870605794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-know-you-missed-me.html' title='i know you missed me'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-111741824238056829</id><published>2005-05-10T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T09:57:22.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>marooned</title><content type='html'>medyo lulubus-lubosin ko na ang pag-blog kasi baka hindi na ako makablog for... a long time. my week is full (personal and business-related), then i will be leaving for &lt;b&gt;davao&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;may 14&lt;/b&gt;. vacation yun. then we will go to cotabato where my dad works para samahan siya and whatever. i'll be back on &lt;b&gt;may 28&lt;/b&gt;. which means from now until that day, you have &lt;b&gt;fifteen days&lt;/b&gt; to read this thing. kaya okay lang na mahaba. mata-touch naman kayo kasi may mga special mention din dito. lol.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="maroon"&gt;marooned&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! i am not stranded and i did not suddenly turn reddish purple. i am &lt;b&gt;officially a u.p.-ian&lt;/b&gt; [pronounced as "yupeeyan". yun daw tawag sa mga taga-u.p. buti na lang hindi u.p.-er or "yupeeyer"] yahoo! &lt;b&gt;babayooshki zobel!&lt;/b&gt; lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;our enrollment was this morning. buti na lang kyle and i belong to the same college [BA (business administration) siya, and BAA (BA + accounting) ako. gusto rin niya ng BAA pero, sorry, mas genius ako sa kanya. lol. peace kuya] magkasama na nga kami, but i still felt lost. para kaming &lt;b&gt;prep na naman&lt;/b&gt;, only this time we can think for ourselves - which i think was worse. kung dati, wala ka na dapat aalalahanin, now, it's all up to you. and they don't even allow your parents to go with you. &lt;b&gt;you should do it by yourself&lt;/b&gt;. huhu. sanay pa naman akong si mama na lang gumagawa ng lahat for me. but i got through this morning without a glitch. pero may daya kasi kasama ko yung cousin ko na taga-UP hihi. but only for a short while. but i think i can handle it. &lt;b&gt;for now&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being at u.p. and "finalizing" my stay there made me think. in a way, i'm excited coz i finally get to do &lt;b&gt;something new&lt;/b&gt;. farewell uptight school and over-protective teachers! the campus was &lt;b&gt;huge&lt;/b&gt;, and i'm excited to be a part of it [kahit may possibility na ma-murder ako and five days pa before you recover my body kasi sa laki nga ng campus huhuhu]. lol. labo. i dunno if you get what i'm saying here, pero thinking about college is one thing. but when you set foot on that place and get to see what you will be experiencing is another. &lt;b&gt;amazing&lt;/b&gt;. five yeas pa naman course ko. -_-&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think &lt;b&gt;i'm ready for college&lt;/b&gt;, but &lt;b&gt;i'm not ready to leave zobel&lt;/b&gt;. washuuu ang drama! haha. contrary to my "babayooshki zobel", ang dami ko kasing maiiwan. first and foremost, &lt;b&gt;sr. c / jr. b&lt;/b&gt; [undecided pa kasi kami kung anong class talaga kami. &lt;b&gt;mabigat ang influence ng adviser&lt;/b&gt;]. yes, i always say na nakakasawa na pagmumuka nila, but, truthfully, i don't mind seeing and hearing (kahit si madi) them every single day. ngayon ko lang narealize yun. dati, tatamad-tamarin pa ako pag may gimik or whatever thinking that we see each other everyday at school naman. and it's easy to get veeeeery tired of being with a class pag president ka. i think i spent most of my senior year trying to keep a rowdy class in check and making sure they have all their needs. they're &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; spoiled and they don't even realize it. but now that it will never happen again, &lt;b&gt;i finally realize that i should have gone to and did everything while i had the chance&lt;/b&gt;. ngayon kasi, we all have different schedules, different residences, and of course different schools. kahit nga kaming mga u.p.-ian parang malabo rin magkita-kita kasi wala kaming course at time na pareho (in my and kyle's case). i think the only time we'll all be together as a class would be pag may &lt;b&gt;debut&lt;/b&gt;. eh after this year or next year, sino pa ba magde-debut sa amin? wala na. kahit nga ngayon pa lang eh, summer, walang ginagawa, hindi kami nagkikita. we schedule trips or gimiks but only a few show-up. yes, this is madrama and cheesy and whatnot, but what the heck: &lt;b&gt;it's harder to go off to college when you know your family will be broken up&lt;/b&gt;. there are optimistic people out there, but face it - it will never be the same.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto hindi ko alam kung bakit, but i really wanna meet &lt;b&gt;ex-soph.c&lt;/b&gt; class. for one thing, they (well, not all) know me as "ate pia", and i find it weird. i barely know most of them, and yet they call me &lt;b&gt;ate&lt;/b&gt;. ang weird diba? hehe. pero i don't mind. they all seem to be &lt;b&gt;cool people&lt;/b&gt;, and i would just like to get to know them. feel ko tuloy that they're &lt;b&gt;my little brothers and sisters&lt;/b&gt;, kahit hindi ko pa kilala, sa kaka-ate nila sa'kin lol [nagfi-feeling na naman ako haha]. may mga friends and textmates pa ako (hi alfred and julian!) that i've never met ever, but they're very comfortable talking to me, and i to them. at syempre, &lt;b&gt;ate pia&lt;/b&gt; pa rin ang tawag nila sa'kin. i hate to think na hindi ko na rin makikita si &lt;b&gt;bea&lt;/b&gt;. i'll be going home friday night and return to my dorm ng sunday. i won't be able to go to cavite. hindi na ako masyado makaka-chichi kay bea. *tear* like sr.c/jr.b, things won't be the same. makikita ko rin naman sila bea &amp; friends sa &lt;b&gt;lsyc&lt;/b&gt;, pero &lt;b&gt;kelan lang yun?&lt;/b&gt; and hindi pa ako makaka-full time niyan. i'll see them and my lsyc classmates &lt;b&gt;thrice or four times in one school year?&lt;/b&gt; that's not much. hindi ko na masyado makikilala si &lt;b&gt;stephen&lt;/b&gt;. i wouldn't know if &lt;b&gt;chio&lt;/b&gt; really isn't as evil as draco malfoy (sabi kasi ni bea hindi daw. lol. which is good). hindi na rin ako magugulat ni &lt;b&gt;rodney&lt;/b&gt; pag tatawagin niya akong "ate". minsan na rin ako matatawag na "cute" ni &lt;b&gt;mariel&lt;/b&gt;. lol. [kung hindi niyo gets, basahin niyo na lang yung 'nothing without faith' blog ko. nasa archives]. i'm hoping against hope that not everything i say will happen, but &lt;b&gt;there's truth to my words&lt;/b&gt;, isn't there. [hindi siya question, it's a statement]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off-topic, i drove kanina to and from places in alabang. dami errands ni mama. and then, &lt;b&gt;it rained&lt;/b&gt;. i would have been happy, if only i weren't driving. &lt;b&gt;ang hirap&lt;/b&gt;. hindi kasi siya normal rain. as in akala mo babagyo [pero joke lang ni God kasi nawala rin as soon as i got home]. i could barely see. i already have poor eyesight, tapos ang lakas pa ng ulan. wala lang, share ko lang. teehee.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo &lt;b&gt;goblet of fire&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i think that's all i wanna say. sana pag-uwi ko on may 28, over-flowing na yung comments. *hint hint* haha. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;to sr.c/jr.b&lt;/b&gt; - don't have a last-gimik-before-college gimik without me!!! sana meron tayo nun. kahit town lang. mami-miss niyo rin ang town! haha [sorry tafters and csb-ers, may pasok na kayo].&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;to soph.c&lt;/b&gt; - wanna join? hehehehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung gusto niyo ng pasalubong from davao, text me na lang pag nandun na ako. uuwian ko kayo ng abu sayyaf. wahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-111741824238056829?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/111741824238056829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=111741824238056829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/111741824238056829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/111741824238056829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2005/05/marooned.html' title='marooned'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-111741809853816583</id><published>2005-05-07T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T09:54:58.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>labor of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;updates:&lt;/b&gt; new layout (trip ko lang. and the hp layout was too dark and heavy on the eyes. and i wanted to experiment on the pop-up window. but i still love hp), archived entry, fewer links (clicking on the "friends" and "resources" links will open a new window. i know marami pang may blogsites, i just keep forgetting to add them. just let me know *smile*).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. i'm not &lt;b&gt;blogging like hell&lt;/b&gt;, unlike some people i know *ahem kyle and jeg*. take it easy. yan ang nangyayari sa mga &lt;i&gt;taong walang hobby&lt;/i&gt;. (ahihi look who's talking).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;b&gt;rounce seminars&lt;/b&gt; went by more smoothly than the first. iba na yung speaker namin, and iba na rin yung program - corel draw (rap, i just know you'll love this program) - so it was more interesting. as usual, we spent most of the time laughing, kahit we started working na talaga on the third day. i learned a lot of things, but not only from the rounce people.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;apang's words of wisdom&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sa ice skating, pag nadapa ka, 'wag mo ilalabas fingers mo. mapuputol [pag may dumaang skater].&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- delikado mag parasailing. pag nagstop na yung boat, derederetso ka tapos magla-land ka sa tubig. e malalim yun. tapos may shark. kakainin ka.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- new word: alphabeticalized&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rounce seminars can be tiring because of the laughs. the funniest part though was on the third day, at ten o'clock, the employees in the office said, "diyan muna kayo ha. kayo na muna magbantay ng office." so they ALL left (lima sila), leaving us to work on our respective things. by twelve, wala pa sila. we were &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; hungry. devastated by the fact na hindi kami malilibre ng lunch, we decided to just go to McDo by ourselves. pag labas namin ng office... lo and behold... the &lt;b&gt;whole publishing house was empty&lt;/b&gt;. no running machines, no workers, no guards, &lt;b&gt;nothing&lt;/b&gt;. even the cars parked outside were gone. kulang na lang may dumaan na tumbleweed. in-abandon ba naman kami! so anyway, nag McDo na kami. after an hour, we got back to rounce, and &lt;i&gt;guess what&lt;/i&gt;? the whole publishing house was &lt;i&gt;humming with activity&lt;/i&gt;. puno na naman ng tao. all the machines were running and causing noise pollution as usual. &lt;b&gt;stella's theory&lt;/b&gt; - rounce doesn't exist. when we are on our way to rounce, unti-unting nagb-build up yung building at naglilitawan yung workers. pag alis namin, nagva-vanish lahat. we just caught them off-guard nung lunch time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other night, stella and i spent the whole time thinking of quotes/texts/sayings to put in the yearbook. &lt;b&gt;grabe. ang hirap&lt;/b&gt;. it's hard to think of something witty and catchy. and we wanted it to be original. so pag napa-wow kayo sa mga nakasulat sa yearbook, just think of the many many hours spent on developing those words. basta. there's &lt;b&gt;a lot of effort&lt;/b&gt; involved in yearbook making, i'm telling you. i'm very industrious and matiyaga when it comes to things like these, but if i only knew what we were to do exactly, &lt;b&gt;i never would have applied for the yearbook&lt;/b&gt;. but it's too late. i just hope you guys like it. naka-print na kami ng sample pages, and i personally think it was &lt;b&gt;cool&lt;/b&gt;. ang galing din ni apang gumawa ng layouts eh. and, i'm really hoping that it can come out by &lt;b&gt;august&lt;/b&gt;. the yearbook of batch 2004 will be out either &lt;b&gt;after&lt;/b&gt; our yearbook or &lt;b&gt;kasabay&lt;/b&gt;. amazing, isn't it? hehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i couldn't find my admission slip to UP. &lt;b&gt;without it, hindi ako makaka-enroll.&lt;/b&gt; i was so panicked. i kept thinking na after everything i've been through just to get to UP, mawawala pa slip ko. like always, sinabi ko kay kyle, and, like always, he was optimistic. and he offered to come to my house to help me turn it upside down and look for the blasted admission slip. &lt;b&gt;finally&lt;/b&gt; this afternoon i found it. i was so close to tears haha. so i got to breathe, and kyle and the la fonggas didn't have to search my house.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pahabol lang - i saw a clip on the &lt;b&gt;goblet of fire&lt;/b&gt; filming, and it was &lt;b&gt;so cool&lt;/b&gt;! im &lt;b&gt;so excited&lt;/b&gt;! hahaha. *hp geek* and &lt;b&gt;yey! scott is gone&lt;/b&gt; on american idol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-111741809853816583?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/111741809853816583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=111741809853816583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/111741809853816583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/111741809853816583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2005/05/labor-of-love.html' title='labor of love'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13268190.post-111741802541576383</id><published>2005-05-03T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T09:53:45.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>addicted</title><content type='html'>i've come across this thing way before pero ngayon ko lang naalala i-post. i got this from &lt;a href="blogthings.com"&gt;blogthings&lt;/a&gt; as usual. anyway, i found it disturbing how much &lt;b&gt;i&lt;/b&gt; can relate to the list. the ones in &lt;b&gt;bold&lt;/b&gt; apply to me (you'll be surprised):&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You made a wand and tried to use it.&lt;/b&gt; [ok, technically, stella and migo were the ones who made a wand and gave it to me for christmas. i did try to use it, but i KNOW it won't work. if you think that's weird, ask rach what she did. lol.]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You call your least favorite teacher Snape.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You call your favorite teacher Dumbledore.&lt;/b&gt; [this one and the snape thing, it's not exactly what stella and i do, but we do call certain teachers by the names of Hogwarts professors.]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wear robes to school or work.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make "floo powder", get in the fire, and try to go to your friends' house. [wala kaming fireplace eh. lol.]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You have read all the books more than four times.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been to the bookstore at midnight to get the latest Harry Potter book before all your friends.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;... And then you stayed up all night reading it.&lt;/b&gt; [but i can't read it in one sitting.]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've worn a Harry Potter costume in public.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You have a crush on one of the Harry Potter characters.&lt;/b&gt; [draco malfoy to be exact. si harry rin minsan.]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You've gotten at least one of your friends addicted to Harry Potter.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You actually caught the "Wand Order" mistake before you heard/read about it. [i don't get this one.]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are upset at the New York Times for creating a separate childrens' best seller list because of the Harry Potter books.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using clues in the book, you have attempted to find the exact geographical location of Hogwarts.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You have constructed a timeline of events in the Harry Potter books.&lt;/b&gt; [but i never got past harry's birth. lol.]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have attempted to figure out the exact ages of all the Weasley children.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You have spent time contemplating which main characters will die by the time the series is over.&lt;/b&gt; [i got black right. i also think dumbledore will die. haha]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been to see all the Harry Potter movies on opening night. (Bonus points for standing in line in costume!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You've read Harry Potter fanfic.&lt;/b&gt; [it's fun!]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You've written Harry Potter fanfic.&lt;/b&gt; [which will forever remain to be hidden somewhere in my computer. lol.]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You run a Harry Potter fansite. [does this hp-related blog site count? hehe]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You visit The Leaky Cauldron daily. [i visit &lt;b&gt;mugglenet&lt;/b&gt; though.]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've met other Harry Potter fans from online in real life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've participated in a Harry Potter RPG.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You've dreamed about Harry Potter.&lt;/b&gt; [laftrip nga eh. i freak myself out.]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You have a Harry Potter poster on your wall.&lt;/b&gt; [not exactly movie poster. yung from magazines lang. and it's in my closet. but i have a HP calendar (thank you anj!) lol.]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each Halloween, there's no question what you'll dress up as...! [di uso halloween dito]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've spent time doing a timeline to see if you would have been old enough to date a certain character when you were in high school. [i didn't do this coz i figured i would be only 3 yrs old when harry's 11 (1990 daw kasi nagstart yung 1st book)]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've vacationed to London, simply to search for the Leaky Cauldron. [i'd vacation to london for ANYTHING]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You own a black lab named Sirius Black. [when i do get a black lab, i'd consider that name]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've knitted a Weasley sweater or Harry Potter scarf. [it's too hot for scarves or sweaters (to anj - but that doesn't mean i don't want a scarf! lol.)]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*~*~*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 out of 31. not that much of a freak. i actually thought of some of my own "you're addicted to HP when...", but then i forgot. oh well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, rounce seminar day 2 and 3 tomorrow and wednesday. hopefully, we get a better speaker. kung hindi, at least we'll have some laughs. and free lunch. sana sa 'dampa' kami. hehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may bago na rin ako comment system. sabog ng haloscan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13268190-111741802541576383?l=toujours-pur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/feeds/111741802541576383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13268190&amp;postID=111741802541576383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/111741802541576383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13268190/posts/default/111741802541576383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toujours-pur.blogspot.com/2005/05/addicted.html' title='addicted'/><author><name>bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01854152376967507611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/angelpiadj/glow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
