<?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-8195890</id><updated>2011-05-21T07:06:36.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so back.</title><subtitle type='html'>"If lie is repeated often enough, it ends up convincing everyone."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-7673403095519885748</id><published>2011-05-12T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:29:36.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope at least once in my lifetime to win something like this.</title><content type='html'>Sulit 1M Members Raffle Giveaway: Join and Get a Chance to Win iPad 2 and Other Prizes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sulit.com.ph" title="Sulit.com.ph Buy and Sell Philippines"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Sulit.com.ph Buy and Sell Philippines" src="http://st3.sulitstatic.com/images/2011/0428/040112526_sulit1mbadge.png" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sulit.com.ph/?utm_source=blogs&amp;utm_medium=promo&amp;utm_campaign=OP_1Million" target="_blank" title="Sulit.com.ph"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Sulit.com.ph Buy and Sell&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sulit.com.ph/index.php/view+topic/id/80647?utm_source=blogs&amp;utm_medium=promo&amp;utm_campaign=OP_1Million" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;font size="2"&gt;Join the 1M Raffle Giveaway&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keeping fingers crossed. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-7673403095519885748?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/7673403095519885748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=7673403095519885748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/7673403095519885748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/7673403095519885748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-hope-at-least-once-in-my-lifetime-to.html' title='I hope at least once in my lifetime to win something like this.'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-2170915568682012632</id><published>2007-12-15T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T11:24:53.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;you are my sweetest downfall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i loved you first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i loved you first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i have to go i have to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go to my new abode&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://thewriterwannabe.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://thewriterwannbe.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-2170915568682012632?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/2170915568682012632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=2170915568682012632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/2170915568682012632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/2170915568682012632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-are-my-sweetest-downfall-i-loved.html' title=''/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-921857071993143651</id><published>2007-08-12T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T03:34:28.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for the delayed update</title><content type='html'>09-June-2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved to a new house and the guys from globe broadband are taking so long just to set our internet connection. For the meantime, I’ll just type my thoughts and confessions in the notepad and post it in my beloved blog when we finally have our broadband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not feel the same way by the time I post it but what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I previously posted that my first job is an epitome of tragedies. Everything worst that could happen actually happen. Terror boss. Heavy workload on your first week. Unfriendly officemates. All of these happened while you’re in the midst of feeling ignorant, excited, nervous and, most of all, disoriented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so stupid and useless. Very very deep shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that no one could understand me. Well except from Jeaune. My job-hunt buddy who quit her job after one week. However, we have different cases. Somehow she had given me support and courage. Now we’re business partners. We’ll go into that in details later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of stress I became sour and moody as ever. It was my way of coping up. Whenever I tell people how miserable I am I become angrier when they try to boost my confidence and morale. Now I realize that I actually want them to tell me that I should quit my job.  In fact I could’ve done so if I really wanted too but I’m too chicken. I care what people will think about me. They’ll think that I’m too stupid to accept it in the first place. They’ll think that I’m too weak and couldn’t handle a simple job. They’ll think that I’m a choosy person. In my mind, they’ll think a thousand negative things about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As days passed, little by little I’m learning to accept things. Just what I told Czar when he asked how my job is, I told him “natatanggap ko na ang masaklap na kapalaran.” Yes, maybe I’m exaggerating things. I know that nothing is so bad that it can’t get worse. Haha. I’m so negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I’ll try to have a better outlook in life. Actually I’m trying it now and it is helping me a lot. These past few days, I’m beginning to enjoy my job and having a laugh with my officemates and my superior isn’t as scary as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there’s one thing that wouldn’t change: my mindset regarding my job tenure. I’ll just stay in that company for one year. Just to gain enough experience and network for a bigger and better career with a new company or to start my own business. I hope this plan will be pursued. Sana talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss rich, barbie &amp; dayan. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07-July-2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been written. It’s been said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was mindin’ my own pathetic life, why do you have to come along to make it more pathetic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@@@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t make me hate this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@@@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow failed the qualification, that’s why they decided that I should lie in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are denying my freedom to be me. I chose to fuck the norms and as expected, not all people agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@@@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so stupid when I was worrying about what will happen to us next. What I didn’t know is there’s no next. Hell, there’s even no US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hater, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have all the right to hate. If this is what I’m feeling then let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you. Damn me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll continue to hate till I can hate no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@@@&lt;br /&gt;From a distant memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laterdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 June, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching the movie Love Actually. A feel good flick in a Christmas setting. Jeaune suggested that I should watch it. This movie shows a different level and kind of love. Books and movies are the things that Jeaune and I have something in common. We’re both happy-ending hater. That’s why she became my job-hunt buddy. Now, she’s working at a good company with a high salary. Me? olats. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the movie. (Sorry if my story has a very bad sequence. Just like what my Theology prof said, “You lack cohesion.” Whatever!) My favorite part of the movie is that of Keira Knightley’s where the best friend of her husband fell in love with her. It has a sad ending. That’s why I love it. It shows one of life’s realities, that love is not always mutual. Obviously I love mellow drama stories. I just simply love it. Movies that could make me cry. But I’m not bitter about something. Honestly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m turning Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Korean invasion, I’m now addicted to everything made in Japan. I’m planning to learn their language. And I’m serious about my plan of saving up so I could go there. =) Kawai Su! (Rasyel, taught me that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the thing I want most to receive as a gift? It’s a big card (or perhaps any sheet of paper) where lots of people signed their greetings and wishes for me. I don’t care if I don’t actually know those people and even if their wishes are just for the sake of having something to write and they don’t really mean it. I don’t give a damn. I just want to receive a card like that to fool myself that a lot of people really care for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic, I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-921857071993143651?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/921857071993143651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=921857071993143651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/921857071993143651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/921857071993143651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2007/08/for-delayed-update.html' title='for the delayed update'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-236224697614518344</id><published>2007-05-24T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T19:08:35.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm friggin' confused. I don't know if I'm going to quit my job or not. I'm not happy anymore. I really don't know what to do. I have to consider many things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Naiiyak na ako. I really want to talk to someone but it seems like nobody really understands me. I'm having a phobia na rin, I'm thinking na if I quit my first job, baka magkaganun din sa susunod kong magiging trabaho. Nakakatakot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nasubukan nyo na bang umiyak sa workstation nyo habang nagtratrabaho? I did. with no apparent reason. just extreme sadness. That's how pathetic I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope, eventually, I'll come back to my true path towards happiness and pursuit of success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;=( sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-236224697614518344?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/236224697614518344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=236224697614518344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/236224697614518344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/236224697614518344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-friggin-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-4623217443000669238</id><published>2007-03-29T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T16:25:11.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>serendipity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+++ This happened last March 7. Hindi ko na dapat ipopost 'to pero after reading "The Orange Girl", I changed my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's my story.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Pumunta ako sa skul nung Wednesday para makipagkita sa kaibigan ko ng si Miraquel dahil nabubugnot na ako sa bahay. Ang sabi ko sa kanya ay 10 ng umaga ko sya susunduin sa dorm nya para maaga ko syang masamahan sa registrar's office. Pero dahil natural ang pagiging latecomer ko, past ten na ay hindi pa ako naliligo. Mga 11:30 na ako nakaalis sa bahay at habang nasa fx ako, pinapanalangin ko na sana ay 12 ako dumating ng school para makasalubong ko yung crush kong 3rd year (hindi naman siguro pedophilia na maituturing ang isang taong agwat) dahil yung yung oras ng uwian nila (hindi rin ako stalker, nagkataon lang na alam ko dahil parerho naman kami ng course).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Ang kaso quarter to twelve ako dumating sa school at ng mapadaan ako sa building namin ay hindi pa uwian ng mga 3rd year. Kaya tumuloy na ako papuntang dorm nila Mira at inisip ko nalang na siguro'y hindi ko lucky day ngayon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Pagdating ko sa dorm, hinintay ko pang mag-ayos si Mira at ang sabi nya'y samahan ko daw muna sya sa office ng department head namin para magpasa ng resume dahil requirement daw ito para sa mga graduating students. Mga forty minutes after twelve na kami nakarating ng building kaya naisip ko na malamang ay nakauwi na si Crush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Pero pagpasok namin ng main entrance ng building ay nakita ko kagad si Crush na palabas ng bldg. Buti nalang matangkad syang bata. Pagkagaling namin sa office ay nagpasama ako na magpaphotocopy ng resume ko. Pagkatapos ay naalala ko na icheck kung naprint na yung grad pic ko. Pagliko namin sa kanto ng Asturias, nakita ko nanaman sya dun na nakatambay at nagyoyosi at umiinom ng coke. Naisip ko tuloy na that's too much caffeine. cigar &amp; cola. Ampayat payat pa naman nya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pagkakuha ko ng grad pic napadaan ulet kame sa kantong yun pabalik ng school. Andun pa rin sya't nakatambay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pumunta naman kami sa main library kasi may pinaparesearch yung pinsan ni Mira sa kanya pero pumunta pa kame sa library na nasa Medicine Bldg. kasi andun pala yung hinahanap nya. Mahigit isang oras din kame dun. Habang nagbrobrowse ng article si Mira, ikwinento ko sa kay Mira ang crush kong 3rd year at kung bakit sa tingin ko na "soulmate" kami. (Alam kong corny at nakakatawa pero sa tingin ko mamamangha ka rin sa dami ng coincidence na hindi ko na iisa isahing ikwento dito.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;After sa library ay pumunta na kame sa Registrar's na nasa Main Bldg. ng UST. Siguro mga 30 minutes din kami dun. Pagkatapos ay binalikan ko na yung pinaphotocopy ko kaya dumaan ulet kami sa may kanto ng Asturias na kung saan nakatambay pa rin si "soulmate" at fortunately ay hindi naman sya nagyoyosi ng mga oras na yun. However, pagdaan ulit namin dun pagkagaling ng photocopyhan ay wala na sya. Ayos lang. Ilang beses ko naman syang nakita at ang winish ko lang ay makasalubong ko sya ng isang beses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nagpaprint naman ako ng 2x2 picture at pinascan yung grad pic ko pagkagaling namin sa photocopyhan. Habang naghihintay ay sinabi ko kay Mira na nakita ko ulit si "soulmate." Sabi nya ba't di ko daw tinuro. Sabi ko naman, nakatingin sya sa akin kaya nakakahiya namang ituro ko  sya. (Hindi ako nag-iilusyon. Hindi ako bulag at naka-contact lens pa ako nun kaya kaya hindi masasabing baka malabo lang yung mata ko. Muka ba akong defensive? =])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;After nun ay niyaya kong pumunta sa bahay si Mira. Habang naglalakad kami papuntang Espanya gate, may nag-overtake sa amin na isang lalaki. Napansin ko na parang pamilyar sya. Sino? Mismo. Si 3rd year na "crush/soulmate."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Since nauna na syang maglakad, itinuro ko sya kay Mira. "Sya yun?" tanong nya. Tango naman ako. Meant to be talaga kami. Nagbiro pa nga ako ng,"Sa totoo lang, hinintay nga talaga akong umuwi. Kunwari lang na hindi kami magkakilala pero sabay talaga kaming umuwi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nauna na kaming sumakay ng jeep kasi pupunta pa kami ng LBC sa may Espanay para maghulog ng sulat. Sya naman ay naghintay pa ng masasakyan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hindi pa dyan nagtatapos. Nung naghihintay na kami ng fx para umuwi ng bahay, nakita ko sya ulit na nakasakay sa isang dumaang fx. Nagkatinginan pa nga kame. Pero hindi ako sure kung sya nga yun kasi hindi ko naman masyadong natitigan at hindi naman sya kumaway. Sa pagkakataong ito, papayag na akong sabihin na imagination ko lang yun dahil hindi ko naman sigurado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sumatutal, limang beses ko syang nakita ng hindi sinasadya. Excluding yung hindi ko siguragond incident sa fx. Don't get me wrong. Hindi ako obsess sa taong ito. Mas lalong hindi ako stalker. Sinisigurado kong puro unexpected ang mga insidenteng yun, kaya nga nasabi kong "serendipity" eh. Kaya nga sya naging pamilyar sa akin kasi ilang beses ko syang nakakasalubong sa iba't ibang lugar sa loob ng isang araw. Hindi ba't parang pelikula?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dayan dares me na tanungin yung pangalan nya. Pero hindi ko nagawa kasi mas matindi yung pagiging mahiyain ko pagdating sa mga ganung bagay. Napagdesisyonan ko na wag nalang alamin yung pangalan nya kasi ayokong mawala yung pagkamisteryoso nya. Ayokong mawala yung thrill. Pero pagkabasa ko ng "The Orange Girl" nakita ko yung sarili ko kay Jan Olav. Alam ko yung feeling sa pag nasa mataong lugar ka ay on the look out ka para sa isang partikular na tao. Iniisip mo ang posibilidad na makita mo sya. Alam ko na maaring wala namang mabago kahit na malaman ko yung pangalan nya pero meron pa rin akong matinding desire na malaman ito. If I'll be given a chance na makita ko sya ulet, sana magkaroon ako ng lakas ng loob na ngitian man lang sya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salamat Dayan sa pagbibigay ng libro. salamat talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;laterday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-4623217443000669238?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/4623217443000669238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=4623217443000669238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/4623217443000669238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/4623217443000669238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2007/03/serendipity.html' title='serendipity'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-928775537132987753</id><published>2007-03-05T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T16:31:53.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's go back to the start</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Heto ulet ako. Patay ako netong mga nakaraang araw gawa ng sobrang busy sa school. Nagkumpleto ako ng mga requirements para makagraduate. Dahil don nawalan nako ng oras, lakas at gana para sa ibang bagay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sisimulan ko na ang pagkwekwento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakatengga nalang ako sa bahay ngayon at hinihintay dumating ang araw ng graduation. Naaalala ko pa nung last day ng final exams namen, nakaupo lang ako sa may likod ng room habang pinapanood ang mga classmates kong magpirmahan ng uniform nila at magpicturan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo, nakakatuwa pero nakakaramdam din ako ng lungkot. Lungkot dahil mamimiss ko sila at lungkot dahil hindi pa ako handang magpaalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang pinapanood ko sila naisip ko rin na ba’t ganun parang readyng ready na sila. Naisip nilang magdala ng digicam, o siguraduhing maraming free space sa memory ng cellphone nila. May dala rin silang marker para pang pirma sa uniform nila. Samantalang ako, bukod sa hindi ko naisip na magdala ng digicam eh low batt pa yung phone ko. Sobrang hindi ako prepared. Ayoko pang grumaduate. Hindi ko pa lubusang naeenjoy ang college life ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dati sa tuwing may mahirap na project o may nakakabwisit na prof, lagi kong sinasabi na, “Leche! Sana grumaduate nako ng matapos na ang paghihirap na’to.” Ngayon makukuha ko na ang kahilingan na ‘to, pero bakit ayaw kong tanggapin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil gragraduate na ako, lage kong sinasabi na dadagdag nako sa number of unemployed ng bansa. Pero titigilan ko na dahil natatakot akong ma-jinxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung mga nakaraang lingo ay nasubukan kong pumunta sa job interview or exam ng mga kilalang kumpanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi nalang nilang sinasabi na, “Give me one week to analyze the result of your exam/interview. Just wait for our call.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sabi naman ni Jeaune, classmate ko na parati kong kasabay sa mga interview, “Ang ibig sabihin talaga nila ay “give me one week to forget you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi pa nga rin sila tumatawag ulet. Mahigit isang linggo na ang nakalipas. Pero hindi pa rin ako nawawalan ng pag-asa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related sa usapang paghahanap ng trabaho, nadidismaya nako sa mga kaklase’t kaibigan na lagging may pantapat na violent reaction pag sinabi mo kung saan ka nag-aaply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halimbawa sasabihin mo na may interview ka sa ganyang kumpanya (pasensya na’t ayokong magbanggit ng company name), may magcocomment na, “sabi nila nagtatanggalan daw ng mga empleyado dun kaya wag ka ng mag-aapply dun.” Binirahan ko nalang ng ganito, “E ba’t hiring pa sila ngayon? Hindi ba’t magiging additional cost lang nila yun kung naglalay-off pala sila ng employees tapos nagsasagawa pa sila ng hiring process?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meron pang isa. Nung may job exam naman akong pupuntahan sa may Makati, may sumabat nanaman ng, “Pangit daw dun. Hindi daw maganda yung compensation at benefits na binibigay sa mga empleyado.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun nanaman. Kung napapansin nyo lagi naming may kasamang “DAW” yung mga sinasabi nila. Ibig sabihin hindi naman nila sigurado at narinig lang nila sa iba. Tsk. Tsk. Ang sino mang maniwala sa sabi sabi, ay walang bait sa sarili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, tama ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta naniniwala ako na you have to find out for yourself. If you’ll never try then you’ll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko maisip kung baket dun sila nagfofocus sa mga negative na bagay. Sana lang ay wag silang magsisi, mamaya sa kakapila nila ng perpektong kumpanya (na sa tingin ko naman ay hindi naman nag-eexist) eh mas lalo pa silang mapunta sa kawalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beggar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simula ng pinanganak si bottledhiccups, ginagawa ko na ‘to tuwing birthday ko. Naging tradisyon ko na ‘to kahit na 2 years ko palang nagagawa at kahit na hindi naman natutupad lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto ang aking this year’s birthday wishlist: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/turtle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;a pair of small turtles&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/orange.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;the orange girl – jostein gaardner&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/sunrise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;before sunset &amp;amp; before sunrise (dvd or vcd)&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/onemoreday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;for one more day – mitch albom&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/amelie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;amelie (dvd or vcd and must have an English subtitle)&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/jack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;the ballad of jack and rose&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/veronika.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;veronica decides to die [Japanese movie] (dvd or vcd and must have an English subtitle)&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/Homerun_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;homerun [Singaporean movie] (dvd or vcd and must have an English subtitle)&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/startled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;startled by his furry shorts – louise rennison&lt;br /&gt;10) &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/laptop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;laptop&lt;br /&gt;11) &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/digicam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;digicam&lt;br /&gt;12) UST jacket&lt;br /&gt;13) &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/brida-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Brida – paulo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;14) Mp3 collection of coldplay songs&lt;br /&gt;15) &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/witch_us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The witch of Portobello – Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks Ate yow, for sharing this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I’ve been watching but the stars refuse to shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I’ve been searching but I just don’t see the signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know that it’s out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;There’s got to be something for my soul somewhere"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;laterdays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-928775537132987753?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/928775537132987753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=928775537132987753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/928775537132987753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/928775537132987753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2007/03/lets-go-back-to-start.html' title='let&apos;s go back to the start'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-116581744635119217</id><published>2006-12-11T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T14:10:46.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is quite nippy noodles.</title><content type='html'>What the schmuck am I talking about?! Who's familiar with Confessions by Georgia Nicholson? I got &lt;em&gt;nippy noodles&lt;/em&gt; from that book series and it means cold. Don't ask me what's the sense behind it because most of the things going on Georgia's mind are senseless. Nevertheless, that book is such a laugh. On the plus side, I'm learning some British expressions and their culture from that book. So don't be surprise if I start using unfamiliar &lt;em&gt;English&lt;/em&gt; phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to laugh like a loon on loon tablet then grab a copy of one of these books written by Louise Rennison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit worried because it seems like I haven't learned anything all through my college years. I'm blaming my professors for that because I'm a selfish brat who wouldn't admit her fault. Anyway, if they exerted their full effort on planting useful facts on my brain then I might be kissing them due to my extreme gladness. But then again, I probably won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think of me as an ungrateful kid because believe me, I'm not. If I have to prove that by thaking all my mentors since kindergarten, I will. However, I forgot most names, except for the &lt;em&gt;alias&lt;/em&gt; that students gave them but I guess that wouldn't count. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I want to thank these two people for teaching me things: To Ma'am Erika for making me feel that I can truly write and that my works are not crap. Another is to Ma'am Andrade (I hope to heaven that I recall your surname right) for teaching me to ask my questions directly to people from whom I want to gen an answer. It is unwise to use messengers when you can say it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I learned nothing else, I need to rely on this so-called &lt;em&gt;self-study&lt;/em&gt;. I hope I could teach myself well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If ever I remember other things that I learned from school, I'll acknowledge whosever fault is it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brrrr. It is truly such a nippy noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm away laughing on a fast camel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-116581744635119217?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/116581744635119217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=116581744635119217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/116581744635119217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/116581744635119217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2006/12/it-is-quite-nippy-noodles.html' title='It is quite nippy noodles.'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-116504235987918895</id><published>2006-12-02T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T14:52:39.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your favorite Coelho quote?</title><content type='html'>[11 Minutes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She was just like everyone else, she endured her loneliness in silence, tried to justify everything she did, pretended to be strong when she was feeling weak or weak when she was feeling strong. She had renounced love and taken up a dangerous profession, but now, as that work was coming to an end, she had plans for the future and regrets the past."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We live in a vale of tears. We can have all the dreams we like, but life is hard, implacable, sad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life moves very fast. It rushes us from heaven to hell in a matter of seconds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does a soldier go to war in order to kill the enemy? No, he goes in order to die for his country.&lt;br /&gt;Does a wife want to show her husband how happy she is? No, she wants him to see how devoted she is, how she suffers in order to make him happy.&lt;br /&gt;Does the husband go to work thinking he will find personal fulfillment there? No, he is giving his sweat and tears for the good of the family.&lt;br /&gt;And so it goes on: sons give up their dreams to please their parents, parents gives up their lives in order to please their children; pain and suffering are used to justify the one thing that should only bring joy: LOVE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May my tears run just as far, that my love might never know that one day I cried for him."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Veronika Decides to Die]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If God exists, and I truly don't believe he does, he will know that there are limits to human understanding. He was the one who created confusion in which there is poverty, injustice, greed and loneliness. He doubtless had the best of intentions, but the results have proved disastrous; if God exists, he will be generous with those creatures who chose to leave this Earth early, and he might even apologize for having made us spent time here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since people always tend to help others -- just so they can feel they are better that they really are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People just can't cope with happiness."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can write your own favorite Coelho quote or you can pick among the quotes enumerated above. Bumabawi ako sa pagpopost since I've been dead for the month of November. I've been very busy with my studies and my new &lt;em&gt;business&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December na pero bakit ang init pa rin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-116504235987918895?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/116504235987918895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=116504235987918895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/116504235987918895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/116504235987918895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2006/12/whats-your-favorite-coelho-quote.html' title='What&apos;s your favorite Coelho quote?'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-116176559918081673</id><published>2006-10-25T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T16:39:59.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What the hell happened to my tag-board? It's been a long time since I visit this blog so I was surprised when I saw that my tag-board is "broken." I temporarily removed it while getting a new code for a new tag-board so please make do with the comment link at the bottom of each post. I believe they are functioning quite well and no problem will occur when you use them, unless your desktop or laptop or notebook or whatever  high-tech gadget you're using is the one who is malfunctioning. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back. Fresh from vacation. Poor (due to spending too much while in vacation). Excited to start the second semester and grauate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sembreak is not yet over. (Excited talaga ako.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jojo. come home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayan.Rich.Barbie. When is the next reunion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cottonbuds. lets have a get-together. sleepover at Tita Simang's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I have few friends, in that case I have few people to miss. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to post something good and serious instead of the &lt;em&gt;pa-cute&lt;/em&gt; one you just read but I'm too lazy to extract my brain for something witty to say. So I'll just go bloghopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My site needs a new layout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon. maybe soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this blog to be a &lt;h4&gt;site for interaction&lt;/h4&gt;, so please use the comment link for posting your questions, comments, reactions and views. Just remember that obscene and ridiculous remarks wouldn't be entertain. Besides, do you really want others to see how immature and narrow-minded you are? Even though you present yourself as an anonimous, your conscience will eat you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please do post. anything under the sun. anything at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-116176559918081673?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/116176559918081673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=116176559918081673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/116176559918081673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/116176559918081673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-hell-happened-to-my-tag-board-its.html' title=''/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-115995472217003127</id><published>2006-10-04T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T17:38:42.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations to UST Growling Tigers for winning the season 69 of UAAP!</title><content type='html'>Buti nalang naexperience kong manalo ang uste before grumaduate. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so stupid. I changed my email add in my friendster account and now I can't remember the new address. I can't open my account in friendster. super tanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm going to make a new account. nakakatamad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahit talo ang Ateneo, gwapo pa rin si chris tiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-115995472217003127?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/115995472217003127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=115995472217003127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/115995472217003127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/115995472217003127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2006/10/congratulations-to-ust-growling-tigers.html' title='Congratulations to UST Growling Tigers for winning the season 69 of UAAP!'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-115924562819964450</id><published>2006-09-26T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T12:40:28.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got 2 weeks before finals and tons of school requirements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tigers lost over the blue Eagles by one point and within 1 second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakapanghina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I still salute Ateneo's players and their coach. Nice play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll beat you next game. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitter ang UE. stop sending those messages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your star player accept that money (like our administration we'll do something that low, in the first place), doesn't he realized that he's endangering his future career in PBA where he could earn millions? I hope he's not stupid enough like the one who made up that story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing this because I'm defending my school and I have a freedom of speech. You do too. You can defend your own school, but do it on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-115924562819964450?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/115924562819964450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=115924562819964450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/115924562819964450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/115924562819964450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-got-2-weeks-before-finals-and-tons.html' title=''/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-115813513307785056</id><published>2006-09-13T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T16:26:37.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>during my lucid interval</title><content type='html'>I asked my friends through sending text messages, &lt;em&gt;"Sa tingin mo mabubulag ako kung palagi akong umiidlip suot yung contacts ko?"&lt;/em&gt; (Do you think I'll go blind if I frequently take naps with my contact lens on?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for those who replied. I'm frightened to go blind. I'll be very careful from now on and wouldn't be lazy to take off my contacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll need these eyes when I start travelling to see the wonders of the world. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching so many romance flicks, I'm now convinced that I'm too panget and mataba to be wanted by someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it is too cliche when a gorgeous hunk gets the hot chick? --&gt; it's making me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you guys to know that I'm trying my very best to appear mature in my blog entries. In spite of that, my immaturity is hard to conceal. I'm still a kid at the age of twenty. I have very limited things to offer since I have little mundane experiences. Plus being a poor writer wouldn't help. I'm having a hard time expressing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I want to thank those who spend some of their precious time reading my posts and more thanks to those who bother to add comments and shout-outs. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a return, all I can offer you is HONESTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations University of Santo Tomas for winning the 69th UAAP Cheerdance Competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my first time to watch it live in Araneta Coliseum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time. I don't mind watching it again next year eventhough I'm already an alumni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend and I watched a rock concert where she saw her ex-boyfriend. Well she knew that he'll be there but what she didn't expect is that he'll appear with some girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched from afar how the girl wipes his sweat after performing on the stage (He has his own band) and how sweet they are to each other. My best friend said that we should leave the place for she cannot take it anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walk away, I saw that she's already teary-eyed. Then I said, &lt;em&gt;"Bakit ka umiiyak?"&lt;/em&gt; (why are you in tears?)&lt;br /&gt;And here's what she replied, &lt;em&gt;"Kasi hinde ako manhid, Marelle."&lt;/em&gt; (Because I'm not insensitive, Marelle.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened a couple of months ago but it is still imprinted on my mind. It left me wondering if I'm really insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my best friend, I'm sorry if I didn't feel the passion and hurt you felt that night. I want you to know that I maybe quite stupid, insensitive and often useless but I'll always be here for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoting my friend Aby:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I still wait for him to say 'I Love You' but he tells me no more lies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry. I'm just feeling a lil bit mellow dramatic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a girl living either in the past or in the future but never in the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I waited on the bus stop this morning, this line from Sugarfree's song is keep on playing on my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Di ko na kayang mabuhay sa kahapon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-115813513307785056?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/115813513307785056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=115813513307785056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/115813513307785056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/115813513307785056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2006/09/during-my-lucid-interval.html' title='during my lucid interval'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-115753321378843942</id><published>2006-09-06T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T17:14:22.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just because</title><content type='html'>I'm so pissed right now. Nalelechehan ako sa mga tao. What's more frustrating is that I have no one to blame for all this shit. Grrr. It really sucks when things don't go your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To lighten up my mood, I watched a whole new batch of Korean flicks. Sorry for those who are already fed up with my going gaga over Koreans.  I'm just merely suggesting what good films to watch. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sad Movie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- start code provided by createblog.com --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/splendora/5.jpg" align=right&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- end code provided by createblog.com --&gt;Chronicles the lives of four very different couples as they deal with love, loss and life in romantic, loosely interconnected stories -- A 30-year-old firefighter looking for just the right ring for his fiance; A long-term relationship between a guy who cannot find a job and a wonderful and long suffering woman who is beginning to tire of their relationship; An 8-year-old boy who desperately misses his career-minded mother; A deaf girl with a terrible burn on her face falls in love with a painter, dreaming of a perfect love. All of these situations are filled with heartache and sometimes despair, but like love, it comes in many forms. In many ways, love must end for it to begin again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[movie synopsis from http://www.hiff.org/]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie contains four stories where all ended sadly, hence the title, Sad Movie.&lt;br /&gt;Essence of love and family is evident in the film. It will make you stop and reflect you own life. Some of the movie's message is appreciating your love ones and cherishing the time you spent with them.&lt;br /&gt;I so love one of the characters. Super hot! Though he’s not so cute in his other movies, I still like him. He's the only &lt;em&gt;chinito&lt;/em&gt; that I like. Uhm, well except for Mong Alcaraz (member of Sandwich and Chicosci). &lt;br /&gt;Lastly, what I love most about this movie is how aptly that some of the characters died (see my header, “happy-ending hater”).  It gave a touching effect to the viewers. But I still vote for ..Ing as the most tear-jerking Korean motion picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the familiar face is the lead girl in A Love to Kill. My classmate said that his love interest in the movie is Rain's rival in the mentioned Koreanovela. (I found it so unbelievable because he's not good looking in that show.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/splendora/1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*crush*&lt;br /&gt;a happier scene from a Sad Movie&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Too Beautiful to Lie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- start code provided by createblog.com --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/splendora/3.jpg" align=right&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- end code provided by createblog.com --&gt;Kim Ha Neul plays Yu Young-Ju, a con-artist who uses her skills at deception to get herself out of jail on parole so that she can visit her elder sister, who is getting married. However, while on the way there on the train, she runs into an old-fashioned physician Choi Hee-Chul, played by Kang Dong Wan. &lt;br /&gt;Hee-Chul is quite the country bumpkin, being the only son of the mayor of a sleepy countryside town and is on his way to marry his sweetheart. However, he manages to drop his engagement ring awkwardly under the legs of a sleeping Young-Ju and while trying to retrieve it, creates a hilarious misunderstanding.&lt;br /&gt; After clearing up the misunderstanding with Young-Ju, he gets up to leave, but Young-Ju notices a pick-pocket stealing his ring at that very moment. Not wanting to get into worse trouble with the law, Young-Ju gets out of the train to retrieve the ring, which she successfully does. However, while doing so, she misses the train and leaves her bag which contains her sisters wedding present in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads her to go to Hee-Chul's hometown to get her bag back. While carrying his engagement ring, she unwittingly gets mistaken by Hee-Chuls family as his girlfriend. This leads to a lot of hilarious moments where Young-Ju even manages to convince Hee-Chul's family that she is pregnant with his child. The situation gets more complicated when Hee-Chul finally returns home after failing in his marriage proposal because he has lost his ring. He is shocked to find everyone treating Young-Ju as his wife-to-be and even blaming him for ignoring her after getting her pregnant. Let's just say Hee-Chul gets beaten up a lot by his family for this little bit of trickery on Young-Jus part.&lt;br /&gt;However, following the standard romantic comedy plot formula, the bitter enemies that are Hee-Chul and Young-Ju start to fall for each other and Hee-Chul begins to see that behind Young-Jus deceptive and cunning exterior, there is actually a sweet and vulnerable inside. However, the truth is revealed to the family, which causes yet more complications. But for those who like happy endings, do not be dismayed, for everything works out well in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[movie synopsis from http://www.spcnet.tv]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part is when Hee-chul sang Aubrey. I was like, "Is that his real voice?" But I realize that he still have that Korean accent so I was convinced that he really have that good singing voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie has this smooth flow but they lack some climax. Some scenes wasn't explained well. Thus, leaving you wondering why things turned out that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He was Cool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- start code provided by createblog.com --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/splendora/4.jpg" align=right&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- end code provided by createblog.com --&gt;The film is based on a novel written by Gulyeoni. The story is about a cheerful high school student named Han Ye Won. She is a sweet, clumsy and warm girl. On the other side there is Ji Eun Song, a student from vocational school and well-known as a bully. He is hot- tempered and rude but deep inside he is longing to be loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, clumsily, Ye-Won leaves a message on the school website to reply to Ji Eun Song's impolite message. She is shocked when someone calls her mobile and threatens her. Gradually, her best friend, Lee Kyung Won, tells her who Ji Eun Song is. Ji Eun Song sends Han Ye-Won a message on her mobile: he will wait for her in front of the main gate. She is so scared that she and Lee Kyung Won decide to jump over the school wall. Unfortunately, the moment Ye-Won jumps, Ji Eun Song is standing exactly at the other side of wall. She falls on him and accidentally their lips meet. Raising his voice, Eun Song asks for her responsibility; she is astonished. His friend explains that Eun Song has never even held hands with a girl. Since she is the first girl who kisses him, as a consequence she must marry him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story continues very fast, at the beginning Ye-won doesnt have any feelings for Eun Song, she even rejects his invitation to come to his birthday party. Unknowingly, Eun Song has fallen in love with her; but he is not the kind of guy who knows how to express his inner feelings. He is jealous when Ye-Won is approached by other guys but he doesnt know how to be with someone he loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he is rude and bad-tempered, Eun Song always pardons Ye-Wons faults and clumsiness. One thing he couldn't bear was when he found out that Ye-Won went out with Kim Han Sung, his senior and the one he hates a lot. The broken-hearted Ji-Eun Song decides to leave Korea following his mother to the USA. Will Ye-Won reunite with Eun Song or accept Han Sung's love? I will leave the answer for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[movie synopsis from http://www.spcnet.tv]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most favorite &lt;em&gt;kilig&lt;/em&gt; film. You just have to watch it. &lt;br /&gt;Eun Song was portrayed by Johnny of Endless Love (Autumn in my Heart), Ye-Won is Noreen in Attic Cat and Han Sung is my &lt;em&gt;chinito&lt;/em&gt; crush from Sad Movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100 Days with Mr. Arrogant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- start code provided by createblog.com --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/splendora/6.jpg" align=right&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- end code provided by createblog.com --&gt;Ha-young, a high school student, wishes to meet her prince charming, and one day her dream comes true. Sort of. She's having 'one of those days', when she hits Hyung-joon, a university student, who is driving his expensive Lexus430. The car ends up against a wall with a scratch on the front. Ha-young, miraculously escapes the scene and leaves behind a furious Hyung-joon. &lt;br /&gt;Hyung-joon is not ready to let this go and decides to track down Ha-young and make her pay for the reparation. Ha-young unfortunately doesn't have the money Hyung-joon wants, so between them, they sign an agreement. Ha-young has to be Hyung-joon's slave for the next hundred days. Cleaning his house and his car, carrying his shopping bags and even assisting him with his school reports, it will be a nightmare for Ha-young, until she discovers that Hyung-joon lied about the price of the reparations. From then on, it's payback time for Ha-young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[movie synopsis from http://www.kfccinema.com]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It features Ericka of Memories of Bali and Daniel of Wonderful Life. It's another &lt;em&gt;kilig&lt;/em&gt; flick, but if I'm going to rate all of them this film will get the last spot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Beast and the Beauty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- start code provided by createblog.com --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/splendora/7.jpg" align=right&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- end code provided by createblog.com --&gt;Hae-Ju is a beautiful blind woman who finds a doctor to restore her sight. But this terrifies her boyfriend Dong-Gun, who has a facial scar, and can't bear the thought of her seeing it. He moves to Hawaii, and she is left hanging...will he return? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[movie synopsis from http://www.hkflix.com]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie broke chain of cliches that good-looking boy gets good-looking girl. I think it's one of the happy-ending movies that I like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This again starrs the girl from A Love to Kill. Suprisingly, she's pretty in this film. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Scarlet Letter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- start code provided by createblog.com --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/splendora/8.jpg" align=right&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- end code provided by createblog.com --&gt;The Scarlet Letter is a murder-mystery about tough detective who gets entangled in a mysterious homicide case. The victim is found with his skull smashed, and the only potential suspect is the man’s "perfect wife". The detective starts to suspect that the woman is having an affair. The detective is also married to a "perfect wife" who is chaste and devoted. His wife is pregnant, but that doesn't stop him from carrying on a steamy affair with a sultry nightclub singer. Things get even more complicated when the mistress learns she's also pregnant. In a strange twist, we later learn that both wife and mistress are old childhood friends. The story takes several unexpected turns and leads to a bizarre and tragic climax. &lt;br /&gt;In real life, this movie also had a tragic ending. 'The Scarlet Letter' was poised to be a big hit the box office because of it's stellar cast and titillating plot, but the movie only grossed average revenues and was met with mixed reviews. Lee Eun-Joo, the lead actress, was a talented woman whose star was on the rise after her break out role in the mega hit Tagegukki. Her career was on the line when she agreed to take on this intense and sexually explicit role. The rumor was that she starved herself for the role because there were several semi-nude scenes where her back was exposed. Though her acting was critically acclaimed, Lee Eun-Joo was known to be mentally unstable. She suffered from bouts of depression after her mother racked up a huge gambling debt which the actress was forced to pay. Who knows what crazy things were going on behind the scenes of the real actress' life? Sometime after the movie was released, Lee Eunjoo was found hanging dead in her closet at home. The cause of death was suicide. Could her intense role in The Scarlet Letter have had something to do with her suicide? Nobody knows the answer, but she's left us with a haunting movie that we’ll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[movie synopsis from http://www.seoulstyle.com]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't read the book which this movie is based from, so I couldn't judge it very well. I think the scene where the guy and his mistress had sex on the car's compartment which they end up being locked inside is an absolute outcome of their stupidity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erratum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie that I mentioned on my Film Fest post "The Red Love Letter Box" is rightly known as Il Mare. Here's the movie poster and synopsis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- start code provided by createblog.com --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/splendora/9.jpg" align=right&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- end code provided by createblog.com --&gt;Eun-ju is moving out of her seafront apartment named Il Mare, which means "the sea" in Italian. She leaves a Christmas card for the next tenant. In the card she wishes the new tenant Merry Christmas, welcoming him/her to Il Mare. Eun-ju has another reason for leaving the Christmas card: she is expecting an important letter, and leaves her new address so that the new tenant can re-direct her mail. At the end of the card she signs her name, and dates the card 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sung-Hyun moves into an empty house, he lays a block to spray the name of the house that he has just called home Il Mare. He discovers the card that Eun-ju has left behind, and is confused by the letter as he is currently in 1997. He writes back to Eun-ju, politely suggesting that she may have made a mistake as he is the first tenant of Il Mare, and he is unable to assist her in her request, and dates the letter 1997.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After further correspondence, both Eun-ju and Sung-Hyun realize that they are corresponding on same dates but over 2 different time dimensions, aided by the magical mailbox. And both embark on an amazing journey together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sung-Hyun is an architecture undergraduate dropout, punishing himself with self-exile because of a failed relationship with his father. While working as a construction worker by day, he holes up in Il Mare during the night. Eun-ju is a voice-over artist for children shows, and is trying to come to grips with a failed relationship. 2 lonely souls, connected via Il Mare, and the magical mailbox start corresponding and find solace in each other's letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike many movies that feature such themes, where the leads either never meet or meet at the end, Sung-Hyun is able to catch a glimpse of how Eun-ju looks like in 1997 as the time difference is only 2 years and with Eun-ju diligently keeping a dairy, However, Sung-Hyun is just a stranger to the Eun-ju of 1997.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When both decide that it is time to meet at the same time dimension, it will have meant a fruition of their relationship. However, Sung-Hyun did not show up on the agreed date, and both are puzzled why he missed the appointment, and started to wonder what happened to Sung-Hyun during those 2 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, Eun-ju bumps into her ex-fiance. All the emotions she felt for him resurfaced as painful memories of the times together flood her entire brain. And in a desperate attempt to get her ex-fiancé back, she writes to Sung-Hyun to help her. Devastated by Eun-ju's request, Sung-Hyun is thrown back into the darkness that he left. He has fallen in love with Eun-ju, and her letters and encouragement have lifted him. After struggling for a while, seeing Eun-ju's happy relationship with her ex-fiance in 1998, and realising that his relationship with Eun-ju's will never be, Sung-Hyun decides to help her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sung-Hyun writes his last letter to Eun-ju, agreeing to help. He thanks Eun-ju for coming into his life, and bids his final farewell in the letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day in 1998 that Sung-Hyun is supposed to help Eun-ju to stop her ex-fiance from leaving, Eun-ju in 2000 finds out that Sung-Hyun actually died in a car accident on his way to help her. Overwhelmed by the thought that Sung-Hyun died for her, Eun-ju rushes to Il Mare to stop Sung-Hyun. She leaves her last letter in the mailbox, kneels and prays that Sung-Hyun receives the letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[movie synopsis from http://www.spcnet.tv]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-115753321378843942?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/115753321378843942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=115753321378843942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/115753321378843942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/115753321378843942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-because.html' title='just because'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-115691261639797384</id><published>2006-08-30T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T12:36:56.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmmmm</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to get busy again. I have pep practice almost everyday. Commerce week is near. I'm also making up with all the Yoga lessons that I'd missed. (I recruited Mans and Bin to join the club. Naengganyo kahit hinde naman ako pumapayat.) Leo keep on saying, "antaba mo." Care mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed a book in the library about my beloved country, France. Next time, I'm going to post what I read in the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also going to watch more Korean films. Mans said she'll lend me some dibidis. yey! Jeaune also have a cd of other movie of one of the guys in Y Tu Mama Tambien. More movies to watch. bliss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;osya, laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-115691261639797384?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/115691261639797384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=115691261639797384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/115691261639797384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/115691261639797384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2006/08/hmmmmmm.html' title='hmmmmmm'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-115632324674697067</id><published>2006-08-23T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T16:57:46.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>film festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My Little Bride&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- start code provided by createblog.com --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/m1.jpg" border="0" align=left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- end code provided by createblog.com --&gt;Boeun is an innocent 15 year old high school girl and Sangmin is a playboy who comes back to Seoul during his last year of University to complete an internship. The unlikely pair get forced into an arranged marriage because of a promise that Boeun’s grandfather made to Sangmin’s grandfather when they were in the military together. The problem is, the two of them have known each other since childhood and they really only think of each other like brother and sister. On top of that, neither one of them is mature enough to be married.&lt;br /&gt;Boeun’s grandfather pretends he’s dying in order to manipulate the reluctant pair to get married. They finally do it to please the family but, they want to keep it a secret from everyone else. They move into an apartment together, but until Boeun gets into University, the parents don't want them to sleep in the same room.The mom tells them no kids till graduation, but what she means is don't do the wild thing. Excluding the sex part, Boeun is still expected to play the role of a wife by cooking and doing her husband's bidding. (It's somehow unsettling to see a little girl trying to play this role.) Things get even more complicated when Boeun falls for the local high school hunk and her husband, Sangmin, gets his internship assignment at Boeun’s high school! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[movie synopsys from http://www.seoulstyle.com]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is pretty much like GMA 7's old Koreanovela, Sweet 18. I think it's quite disturbing that Korean still allow fixed marriage even at a very young age. At the brigh side, they made the movie at a light atmosphere and used cute and funny actors. By the way, Sangmin is played by the lead guy on Love Story in Harvard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spring Breeze&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- start code provided by createblog.com --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/m3.jpg" border="0" align=left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- end code provided by createblog.com --&gt;The cheapest and the stingiest!&lt;br /&gt;A man, who has never spent a dime on a date...&lt;br /&gt;A man, who prefers to double up on layers of thermals in the winter, instead of turning on the heater...&lt;br /&gt;A man, who insists on using his beeper in this 21st Century, a.k.a. The Age of Mobile Phones, to save his phone bill...&lt;br /&gt;He is the cheapest man alive! He's the infamous stingy writer, Seon-guk!&lt;br /&gt;As he wrestles with his unfinished (and very delayed) manuscript, an unexpected woman moves into his house.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a respected man! I cannot live with a vulgar woman like her!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The super peppy coffee shop hostess!&lt;br /&gt;A woman, who befriends young high school boys to grey-haired grandpas with her sweet but off-beat charms...&lt;br /&gt;A woman, who has traveled wherever the wind takes her on her scooter, while delivering coffee...&lt;br /&gt;A woman, who is recruited to be the new PR manager at 'Forget-Me-Not' coffee shop...&lt;br /&gt;She's the free spirit, bubbly coffee shop hostess! She's Hwa-jung!&lt;br /&gt;For her new job, she moves to the outskirts of Seoul and finds herself a nice 2nd floor room in a house with a good looking fellow as her landlord.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi. I'm Hwa-jung! It's super nice to meet you!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Stingy-man, what is he going to do?&lt;br /&gt;Seon-guk is kicked out from his own bedroom on the 2nd floor of his own house. And, Hwa-jung moves in.&lt;br /&gt;With everything else already going wrong in his life, when Hwa-jung abruptly enters his life uninvited, he completely loses the control of everything and everyone around him.&lt;br /&gt;All the rules he had set up, all principles he had followed as Mr. Stingy-man, are completely shattered.&lt;br /&gt;Now, with this unwanted intruder, his house becomes a never-ending party house with unauthorized usage of the heater! Plus, even his naive apprentice falls for her charms. &lt;br /&gt;How will Seon-guk salvage all these sudden damages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[movie synopsys from http://www.cinemaservice.com]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lead roles are played by the guy on House Husband and Vivian of Lovers in Paris.&lt;br /&gt;It is slightly funny but also somewhat boring. Though you'll acquire good morals in the movie. Like the part where Hwa-jung helped two kids who have nothing to eat. I also admire the girl's cheery outlike in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone Has Secrets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- start code provided by createblog.com --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/m4.jpg" border="0"align=left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- end code provided by createblog.com --&gt;In this Korean remake of the British movie About Adam, a mysterious stranger secretly seduces three sisters. Funnily enough, instead of causing a family outrage, he uses his supernatural charm to improve the love life of the three women.&lt;br /&gt;The first sister he seduces, Miyoung, is a nightclub singer who is fresh from dumping her clingy boyfriend. That same night, she meets Mr. Perfect: Su-Yeon, played by Korean hearthrob Lee, Byung-Hun. They quickly fall in love and not too long after, he proposes to her in public. On the surface, the boy meets girl plot seems rather straightforward, but via clever flashback scenes we soon realize that Miyoung is not the only family member having a relationship with the suave playboy.&lt;br /&gt;Enter Miyong’s shy bookish sister played by Winter Sonata star, Choi Ji Woo. She’s a virgin in her late 20’s who is completely wrapped up in her books until hero Su-Yeon seduces her and she becomes a sexually liberated woman. &lt;br /&gt;The third sister, Jin Young, is a good mother and chaste wife. The problem is she’s so engrossed in her role of wife and mother that’s she’s completely lost sight of herself. Su yeon also helps her feel sexy again, thus rekindling the flame of attraction between her and her long-time husband. In a very funny twist, even the brother of the three sisters seems to be falling for Su-Yeon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[movie synopsys from http://www.seoulstyle.com]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching the first part of the movie, I thought that it's quite controversial. One man, having affairs with three sisters. But in return he helped them realized how to be happy with their own lives. The flow of scenes reminds me of the Star Cinema's movie, Jologs. Where the first scene concentrates on one character then the next on the other but you'll see how those scenes are connected. At first you'll be confused on what's happening but as more scenes are shown, little by little the fogs are lifted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie also starred Jodi of Stairway To Heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Ing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- start code provided by createblog.com --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/m2.jpg" border="0" align=left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- end code provided by createblog.com --&gt;Min-ah is a high school student who has just been transferred from another school. She is quiet and keeps to herself as she has a deformed hand and has spent most of her life in the hospital battling a life-threatening disease. She lives with her mother Mi-sook, who is widowed. Mother and daughter share a close and intimate relationship, and Mi-sook wishes for Min-ah to experience all aspects of life, including first love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min-ah befriends Young-jae, the new neighbour downstairs, and starts to experience her first love. However, everything is short-lived as Min-ah finds out that she is dying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[movie synopsys from http://www.spcnet.tv]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most favorite movie. So sad. Surely, your tears will fall upon watching this. Again this movie features the guy from Love Story in Harvard (andaming raket).&lt;br /&gt;It is not mentioned in the synopsys how Mi-nah came up with her concept of ideal love. She got it from the traffic controller in front of her school. That man used to have a love one that died in an vehicular accident on a rainy day. Since then, the man didn't leave the place, and assign traffic controlling as his life time mission. For Mi-nah, that is true love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I love the background music. I love how the girl looks (Mi-nah) while she's wearing her headphones and taking a drag on her cigarette at her bedroom window. I love the pictures of Mi-nah taken by Young-jae. I love how someone died at the ending.  I simply love everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Letter Box&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find a synopsys and poster for this movie but it has a same plot like the Lake House (Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock), Moments of Love (Dingdong Dantes and Issa Calsado) and Sky of Love (Ken Zhou of F4). In short they have the same dilemma which is one is in the past and the other is in the future. Just like The Lake House, the time difference is only two years (the guy is from year 1998 and the girl is in year 2000). I like the part where the guy was supposed to die at that year but the girl managed to stopped it from occuring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is where The Lake House copied it's plot because it also has a house near a body of water. But in this movie, the house is by the beach. I haven't watched The Lake House yet so I couldn't really compare plus I hate comparing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S Diary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- start code provided by createblog.com --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/m5.jpg" border="0"align=left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- end code provided by createblog.com --&gt;The first half opens with a relationship break up between the protagonist Jinny, and her current boyfriend, who says that she is suffocating him in their relationship. She is puzzled, and starts to ponder about her love life, and we are transported back to each one of them (there are 3), with each having a diary of its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is with a church choir teacher, who succumbed to lustful temptations during tutoring, but eventually left her to become a priest. The second is a traffic cop who left Jinny abruptly when he found a rich woman via a matchmaking agency, and the last is a graffiti-spray-painter-good-for-nothing-with-a-doggy dude, whom she left because he was too flirtatious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all these relationships, attempts are made to philosophize exactly what love is, and to what extent do you demonstrate this love to the other. As Jinny matures, her outlook of love and relationships also changes, and her thoughts are punctuated with common and familiar statements of love. While all of the past relationships started on the oh-so-sweet note, as it goes on, you start to think if it's really anchored on love, or lust and physical desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those breakups, we are also shown how each party takes it in their stride. Some are remorseful, though almost all are in it for sexual gratification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's where the 2nd half of the movie kicks in, when Jinny decides to take her revenge on all of them, using various unorthodox methods which draws in the laughs. Also adding to the humour is the character of Jinny's mother, who somehow has a physical knack in communicating with her daughter. You have to see it to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[movie synopsys from http://www.imdb.com]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Sam Soon is in it. This film show taking grudge and revenge and also realizing that these things won't actually set you free. Letting go and forgiveness will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I love the ending of the movie, showing scenes that the three boys loved Jinny in their own way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for more Korean movies, for the mean time I'll watch a thriller movie, Silent Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-115632324674697067?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/115632324674697067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=115632324674697067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/115632324674697067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/115632324674697067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2006/08/film-festival.html' title='film festival'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-115595574388632625</id><published>2006-08-19T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T10:49:03.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a shiny red balloon...</title><content type='html'>...that spoils everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be a shiny red balloon and I'm going to spoil everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy the whole week. Doing the feasib, baby sitting my niece and watching dvds. I finished MY GIRL but not the Technical part of our feasib. Oh well, I got until next week before it dues on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's obvious that My Girl is a happy-ending story. Boy gets girl. No one died in the story. bummer. I hate happy-endings. What's surprising is, who's the real granddaughter? Sorry for those who guessed that Jasmine (or Yoo Rin in the Korean) is the real &lt;em&gt;apo&lt;/em&gt; afterall because she's not, so that means that she and Julian (Gong Chan in Korean) is not commiting incest. The missing granddaughter is Chun Yang (My Sassy Girl Chun Yang). She and Martin (I believe that's the name of her love interest in My Sassy Girl) will appear at the end part of the soap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched other Korean films (see how addicted I am?). But I'll spoil everything next time when I finished all the movies. I'll give you reviews. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone saw the movie ING? I don't know what's up with the title but it's really good. I cried after watching it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-115595574388632625?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/115595574388632625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=115595574388632625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/115595574388632625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/115595574388632625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2006/08/shiny-red-balloon.html' title='a shiny red balloon...'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-115520169888236078</id><published>2006-08-10T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T17:21:38.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>toxic sa feasib</title><content type='html'>Salamat kay Yul para sa title. He asked me that after days of not replying to his texts. Natawa ako pagkabasa ng message nya. Natumbok nya kagad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ang feasib? Feasibility study. Requirements para sa mga graduating Business Ad students. Kailangang maiprove nila kung viable ba o hinde ang isang business. Anong toxic dun? Sobrang hirap mangalap ng data. Walang epekto ang pagluha mo ng dugo. Not that I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few weeks laging nahuhuli ng pulis ang sinasakyan kong fx. Malas ata akong pasahero. Madalas pa naman akong umupo sa pinakaharap na passenger's seat kaya ako ang madalas pagsentimyentuhan ng mga manong drivers. Pinakalatest ay yung sinakyan kong fx nung Monday. Nagrereklamo si Manong na ang mahal daw ng gasolina. Mamamatay ka daw muna bago ka kumita ng isang daan mula sa pamamasada tas mahoholdap pa daw sya. Wala nga daw syang pambili ng trenta pesos na load. (Aba si Manong mukang maraming di narereplayan na textmates.) Balik tayo sa problema ni Manong. Fuck the red tapes. Pero ano nga ba naman ang maaasahan mo sa mga kapulisan naten bukod sa ending na sila dumadating sa mga Pinoy Movies? Buti nalang di na uso ang action films. Though hinde ko naman nilalahat. Siguro out of 200 may 1% dun ang honest at righteous pa rin sa kapwa at sa bansa. Yun nga lang, I still haven't met one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bursting with imagination and having seen her share of tragedy and fantasy, Amelie is not like the other girls. When she grows up she becomes a waitress in a Montmartre bar run by a former dancer. Amelie enjoys simple pleasures until she discovers that her goal in life is to help others. To that end, she invents all sorts of tricks that allow her to intervene incognito into other people's lives, including an imbibing concierge and her hypochondriac neighbor. But Amelie's most difficult case turns out to be Nino Quicampoix, a lonely sex shop employee who collects photos abandoned at coin-operated photobooths. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[synopsys from movies.yahoo.com]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched it on ch.9 last monday night. It's a good art film. Plus it's French pa. They only failed on Amelie's hairdo. Ano ba yun. beatle's inspired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell week namin ngayon. Ang hilig ko talagang mag-blog tuwing may exams. Hindi pa naman ako tapos magreview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After prelims magmomovie marathon ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga naka-line up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean Movie Festival (tenks Jeaune for the dibidi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirates of the Carribean (tenkyu naman Presyosa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Chou Collection (courtesy of Joliber)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bonus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All episodes ng My Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na-invade na rin ako ng mga Koreano pero di ko pa rin gusto ang Kimchi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch more foreign films with subtitles. (When I said foreign, I don't mean Jackie Chan.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggest naman kayo ng movies. Anything. Japanese, French, German, Spanish, Mexican, Indonesian. Anything. Please suggest also where I can grab a copy of those movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hinahanap ko rin kung san meron ng mga 'to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Daremo Shiranai (Nobody Knows) - Japanese Film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Homerun (director Jack Neo) - Singaporean Film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Before Sunset (starring Ethan Hawke) - the setting is in Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-115520169888236078?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/115520169888236078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=115520169888236078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/115520169888236078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/115520169888236078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2006/08/toxic-sa-feasib.html' title='toxic sa feasib'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-115319077066097730</id><published>2006-07-18T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T14:47:33.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing i have is really mine</title><content type='html'>Have you ever experience wanting something or someone so badly that you even promise yourself that you'll do just about anything in order to acquire it? You have this mindset and nothing or even no one could alter it. And so you work your ass off for the fulfillment of that "want". But then when the day where you'll finally going to have it comes, suddenly you no longer want it. Nangyari na ba sa inyo yun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa akin maraming beses na. I thought I'm certain about wanting things or a person but when I finally got it, I begin doubting. Para tuloy nakakahinayang sa pageeffort. Come to think of it, paano nalang when it happens on a very important matter? For example, marriage. You and your husband-to-be got everything prepared, however when your wedding day comes, you realized that you don't want to be married to that guy. So what will you do? Runaway bride ba ang drama? You could be sued because of the public humiliation you brought to your partner. Worse, paano kung after pa ng ceremony mo maisip na ayaw mo pala talaga sa kanya? You're already bound to spend the rest of your life with him. Creepy, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others said that it's the challenge that we're really after, that's why when it's finally close to end,  we no longer find it thrilling and exciting. Parang curse kasi you'll have this unsatisfied need. You'll keep on searching for things but instead of making you complete, it just leaves you incoherent, lacking and even more confused. Will all of these lead to an epitome of loneliness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-115319077066097730?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/115319077066097730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=115319077066097730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/115319077066097730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/115319077066097730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2006/07/nothing-i-have-is-really-mine.html' title='nothing i have is really mine'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-115216548355526257</id><published>2006-07-06T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T14:10:04.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Correctness</title><content type='html'>I was watching a dibidi copy of &lt;strong&gt;Zathura&lt;/strong&gt; with the subtitle on. I was distracted by the "unusual" caption. kaloka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the remarkable examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop - discontinuing&lt;br /&gt;basement - elementary floor (Then I guess the attic it the college floor?)&lt;br /&gt;right - correctness (I like that. new expression!)&lt;br /&gt;you're mean - you're criminal (They should make a new movie and entitled it with "Criminal Girls.")&lt;br /&gt;How should I know? - How soybean cake me? (I know you're thinking 'Huh? Where the hell did it come from?' Well all I can say is 'How soybean cake me?')&lt;br /&gt;I don't know - I ignore&lt;br /&gt;It's my turn - It's my innings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has so many wrong captions pero pinatawad ko na yung iba. Gaya ng "I'm sorry." Nakalagay dun "I apologize." Same meaning naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons why we have to &lt;strong&gt;STOP BUYING PIRATED.&lt;/strong&gt; Which reminds me Pirates of the Carribean na next week! Konek? Parehong pirata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;For those who are tagged&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instructions:Name ten(10) of life's simple pleasures that you like the most, then pick ten(10) people to do the same. Try to be original and creative and not to use things that someone else has already used.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Singing you're heart out on a videoke. Thank God for Magic Sing and the coin-operated machines you can find on malls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Hugging and being hugged by someone. Nothing else could make you feel secured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) A good book, a big mug of hot coco, and a soft couch on a rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) laughing out loud till your stomach aches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) flying a kite. though I've never done it before but I would love to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Eating with your whole family. Now that we're busy and rarely see each other, I realized the importance of spending some quality time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) hearing a child laugh. However it could get really creepy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) lightning. amazing kasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) having a shoulder to cry on. Thanks to those whose shoulders I wet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) daydreaming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainy season na. &lt;strong&gt; Advice to all Thomasians&lt;/strong&gt;:  Don't leave your umbrellas outside the university's library kung ayaw nyong magsisi. Ang mga Tomasino ay bigla nalang nangunguha ng payong ng iba sa oras ng kagipitan para di mabasa at magkasakit. Kasabwat si Manong Guard. (Fortunately, this is not based from a personal experience.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-115216548355526257?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/115216548355526257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=115216548355526257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/115216548355526257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/115216548355526257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2006/07/correctness.html' title='Correctness'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-115018778728990502</id><published>2006-06-13T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T16:36:27.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This poem from Paulo Coelho's novel, Eleven Minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; A time to be born, and a time to die;&lt;br /&gt;A time to plant, and time to pluck up that which is planted;&lt;br /&gt;A time to kill, and a time to heal;&lt;br /&gt;A time to break down, and a time to build up;&lt;br /&gt;A time to weep, and a time to laugh;&lt;br /&gt;A time to mourn, and a time to dance;&lt;br /&gt;A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;&lt;br /&gt;A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;&lt;br /&gt;A time to get, and a time to lose;&lt;br /&gt;A time to keep, and a time to cast away;&lt;br /&gt;A time to rend, and a time to sew;&lt;br /&gt;A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;&lt;br /&gt;A time to love, and a time to hate;&lt;br /&gt;A time of war, a time of peace.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to go back to the university. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-115018778728990502?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/115018778728990502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=115018778728990502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/115018778728990502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/115018778728990502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-poem-from-paulo-coelhos-novel.html' title=''/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-114844456492109906</id><published>2006-05-24T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T12:22:44.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>resurrected</title><content type='html'>It's been quite a while since the last time I post something in here. Like what I tagged, I've been busy. Where? on my OJT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on-the-job training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I had my OJT in ABSCBN. The very nice HR, in the name of Ma'am Lorie, assigned me on the Treasury Department. Yes it's fun because you'll get to see famous people like Bentong and Pokwang while making your way on the company's cafeteria but after four days my brother suddenly texted me that Fedex Subic is hiring me. So, goodbye ABS then hopped on the bus bound for Olongapo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no single regret that I chose Fedex over ABS. The people in there are so nice, from the security guards to the managers. They'll all greet you when you pass them on the hallways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot of things from my Agent Ma'am Grace on how our department, which is Invoicing, operates. It really is a good training for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also gained new friends that I could hang-out with when I come back to Olongapo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I became mature though I admit that I'm still not a grown-up. but I'm getting there. I'm just twenteen, there's still so many things to learn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenkyu all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-114844456492109906?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/114844456492109906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=114844456492109906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/114844456492109906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/114844456492109906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i sick,&lt;br /&gt;i black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when i die, &lt;br /&gt;i still black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you white fella, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you born,&lt;br /&gt;you pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you grow up, &lt;br /&gt;you white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go in the sun,&lt;br /&gt;you red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cold, &lt;br /&gt;you blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you scare,&lt;br /&gt;you yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you sick,&lt;br /&gt;you green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you die, &lt;br /&gt;you gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you calling me colored?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-114760503707197571?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-114457196450514924</id><published>2006-04-09T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T16:39:24.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LSS</title><content type='html'>last song syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madame akong ganyan ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kaninang umaga nagising ako&lt;br /&gt;may bakas ng ngiti sa mukha&lt;br /&gt;kasama kita sa aking panaginip&lt;br /&gt;sasabihin ko dapat sa'yo&lt;br /&gt;pero wala ka na"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[nasaan ka. the pupils]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hari ng dedmahan ang &lt;br /&gt;teleponong apat na &lt;br /&gt;magdamag ng 'di umiimik   &lt;br /&gt;Kung 'di ka tatawagan &lt;br /&gt;may pag-asa kayang &lt;br /&gt;Maisip mo ako't biglang ma-miss"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[kung ayaw mo wag mo. rivermaya]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wag nang paikutin ang isa't isa&lt;br /&gt;lahat ng bagay ay malinaw na&lt;br /&gt;di na rin kailangan pagpilitan pa&lt;br /&gt;di mo na kinakailangan pang magsalita"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mata. mojofly]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Permiso sa isang araw na makasama ka&lt;br /&gt;abiso ng pusong bulag na humahanga&lt;br /&gt;Tama bang aminin na nating may taning&lt;br /&gt;tong pag-ibig natin&lt;br /&gt;dakila man walang kasaysayang kakapit&lt;br /&gt;sa bulag na pag-ibig"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[taning. imago]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't wanna write, I don't wanna call, &lt;br /&gt;I would not know what to say&lt;br /&gt;It should be you, that's how I want it to be&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you feel the same way"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[tattooed on my mind. d' sound]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you remember you told me you love me baby?&lt;br /&gt;You said you'd be coming back this way again baby&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, baby, baby, oh, baby"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[superstar. the carpenters]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"anong meron ang taong happy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[itchyworms]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talk about a fine line between lovers and friends&lt;br /&gt;We've never been lovers now we're not even friends"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[invisible war. julia fordham]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What a feeling in my soul &lt;br /&gt;Love burns brighter than sunshine &lt;br /&gt;Brighter than sunshine &lt;br /&gt;Let the rain fall, i don't care &lt;br /&gt;I'm yours and suddenly you're mine &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you're mine &lt;br /&gt;and it's brighter than sunshine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[brighter than sunshine. aqualung]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"at bakit ba pag nagsawa na ako biglang ayoko na"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[spolarium. eheads]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As soon as my heart stops breakin'&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating&lt;br /&gt;As soon as forever is through&lt;br /&gt;I'll be over you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i'll be over you. toto]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi mo ba alam&lt;br /&gt;Damdamin ko'y pinagtakpan&lt;br /&gt;Makasama ka'y suntok sa buwan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[suntok sa buwan. sessionroad]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"my loneliness is killing me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[baby one more time. britney spears]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* yes, even this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You with the sad eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don't be discouraged&lt;br /&gt;Though I realise&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to take courage&lt;br /&gt;In a world full of people&lt;br /&gt;You can lose sight of it all&lt;br /&gt;And the darkness there inside you&lt;br /&gt;Make you feel so small"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[true colors. cyndi lauper]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Touch me and I will follow in your afterglow&lt;br /&gt;Heal me from all this sorrow&lt;br /&gt;As I let you go I will find my way when I see your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm living in your afterglow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[afterglow. inxs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cause you had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[bad day. daniel powter]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thunder only happens when it's raining&lt;br /&gt;Players only love you when they're playing&lt;br /&gt;They say women they will come and they will go&lt;br /&gt;When the rain washes you clean you'll know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[dreams. the corrs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I'm so sick of love songs &lt;br /&gt;So tired of tears &lt;br /&gt;So done with wishing &lt;br /&gt;You were still here &lt;br /&gt;Said I'm so sick of love songs &lt;br /&gt;So sad and slow &lt;br /&gt;So why can't I turn off the radio?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[so sick. ne-yo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lahat yan LSS ko last week. pasalit salit lang.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-114457196450514924?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/114457196450514924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=114457196450514924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/114457196450514924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/114457196450514924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2006/04/lss.html' title='LSS'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-114299638202914861</id><published>2006-03-22T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T11:00:14.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;" I think all this talk about age is foolish. Everytime I'm one year older, everyone else is too."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[anonymous]&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within 20 years of living in this planet, I learned that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) my eyes are &lt;em&gt;singkit&lt;/em&gt;. Sorry for I don't know the English word for that. I always believe that I inherited Mama's big brown eyes but I guess I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I still care to what others think about me. I know I developed this image where I don't give a fuck on what people think however it's not absolutely true thus I couldn't have bothered seeking my friends' and family's advice and opinions so that I could please others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Life is indeed full of shit but then again it is just a matter of perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I'm a lousy writer and storyteller but this doesn't discourage me from blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) PATIENCE is a virtue. Take this from me, a person who loathes waiting but proved that being patient results into something worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) People can be so judgemental and it sucks when you're the subject of their criticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Most of what my mother says are true. I always suspect that she's just exaggerating things and she tends to frequently panic, hence my screen name for her "The Panic Queen", but it turned out that she's right. Sorry Mama if I didn't listen to you. You're the only person who can take away my worries by simply saying that "Everything will be alright." I love you forever, Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;s&gt; recieve&lt;/s&gt; receive is spelled with EI not IE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Sacrifices pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) God is really really good! absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Even though you don't have the same interests with one person, you still can be good friends. just give that person a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) TRUTH hurts but it is better than living in a lie. I want a person who is frank and harsh and say things to my face than a kind one who betrays me behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Balloons who fly away don't actually go to heaven instead they came tumbling down after reaching a certain layer of the atmosphere. So whoever said that you use balloons to send your wishes to Jesus is a big fat liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) It's easier to say "thank you" than "I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Life is full of surprises. Though I hate it, there's nothing I can do to stop it from coming. In the first place, if I knew that it is going to happen then it wasn't a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Making lists like this is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) It is not hard to smile so I'll try to do it more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Sulking brings me no good. We oath to stay positive and enjoy our lives. Just laugh things off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Not all friends are true. Others are just "user-friendly". I'm so fortunate to have my reliable soul sisters: Jojo, Dayan, Wichy, Genina, Joliber, Tita Simang and the rest of the Tropang B. Thanks guys for helping me get by in this world full of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) I'm older but still not a grown-up but I'm getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt; Thank You For Giving Me the Best Day of My Life&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genina -- for the numerous greetings and touching &amp; at the same time humorous text messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joliber -- for the TWENTY text greetings that represent my age and for spending some time with me on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayan -- It is a pleasure that Ruffamae Quinto greeted me. kidding. aymisu dice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wichy -- you'll be entering the senior citizen age soon! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presyosa -- for greeting me at exactly 12 o'clock. though your clock is earlier than ours. heheh and also for the letter. I really appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mojojoan -- for the call. It's a very nice way of ending my day. Save the best for last. In return I'm sending you a one tight hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the other greeters (especially the unexpected ones):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristala, Sheryl, Tita Siman, Miraquel, Mark, Eliza, Aby, Ghoent, Paul, Deyz, Jessica, Yuki, Lucky, Jhena, Lee and the rest of BA2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Strong&gt; Thank you for making this ordinary day special.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenkyu, tenks, chalamat. super.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;marella is now a senior citizen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-114299638202914861?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/114299638202914861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=114299638202914861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/114299638202914861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/114299638202914861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-think-all-this-talk-about-age-is.html' title=''/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-114196152214164727</id><published>2006-03-10T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T11:32:02.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't think of a title and I can't think of a single thing to type worthy for this post.  I just can't simply think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a busy body because the finals is near. that's next next week. so the crammer in me is alive and kicking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vid cam we used for our IMC (integrated marketing communication) commercial project was lost but good thing we found it on where I thought we've left it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My berdey is near! I'm not excited. I just want the exams to be over so that summer vacation will start. Hel-lo sunshine! I'm going to have a tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it frustrates you when things don't go according to your plan?  I think it sucks. big time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough. wish me luck for the finals. goodluck to all my thomasian friends especially the accountants! kaya nyo yan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be gone for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-114196152214164727?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/114196152214164727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=114196152214164727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/114196152214164727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/114196152214164727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-cant-think-of-title-and-i-cant-think.html' title=''/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-114137200879368435</id><published>2006-03-03T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T16:01:18.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but if i didn't say it well, i still have felt it. where's the sense in that?</title><content type='html'>I'm falling again. Who am I kidding when I said that I no longer have feelings for that boy? I'm going crazy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time I'm embracing this "feeling" because I now fully understand it. It's not a dangerous kind of LOVE where I'll end up being desperate. It's just a BIG BIG crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crush you! and now I'm taking back your smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;READERS, sorry if I don't have the guts of mentioning the guy's name. Give me some time and I'll post his name here. Who knows, I might tell him my feelings too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee, it feels like June again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my very first post about him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;h3&gt; ang 'yong mga ngiti, sana ay masilip&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like his smile. no, let me correct that. i really really LOVE his smile. Ngiti ka nalang palagi. Actually inangkin ko na yun eh. Akin na yung ngiti nya. Wala ng pwedeng umagaw. &lt;strong&gt;His smile is tattooed on my mind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i really like him. well, except for his smile. I already stated that i love it. what i mean to say is that i don't know if i like HIM. all of him. (ilan ba sya?) i think i'm just attracted to the guy. hell, i hardly know him. see, we must admit that physical appearance is a big factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing is his face is strangely familiar. But i just can't place it. I can't remember when &amp; where I saw him. Basta, I have this strong feeling that somewhere, sometime I already met him. Maybe in my dreams. fuck, kinikilabutan nako sa mga pinagsasabi ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro kanina pa kayo litong-lito, inip na inip at kating-kating itanong na "sino bang HIM?" I prefer to call this guy &lt;strong&gt;RICO PAOLO&lt;/strong&gt;. Of course i didn't use his real name to protect my interest. I also won't explain how i came up with the screen name. I can never tell who are reading my entries. Di bale na nga lang. Just forget all the things you've read. Then why the hell I wrote this? i dunno. I guess I'm confused.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"wag kang mag-alala di ko ipipilit sa'yo kahit na nililipad ang isip ko'y toreto sa'yo."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you for making me feel like a highschool girl again. for the nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; I will go down with this ship and I won't put my hands up and surrender. &lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door. I'm in love and always will be. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the sample picture of a DREAMCATCHER for those who doesn't know what the hell it looks like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/splendora/dreamcatcher.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may come in different colors, sizes and designs. You can pick the cutest one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feknyu to the one who'll give me this. I'll love you for the rest of my life. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read my wishlist on the sidebar. just scroll it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-114137200879368435?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/114137200879368435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=114137200879368435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/114137200879368435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/114137200879368435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2006/03/but-if-i-didnt-say-it-well-i-still.html' title='but if i didn&apos;t say it well, i still have felt it. where&apos;s the sense in that?'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-114103735122703928</id><published>2006-02-27T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T18:49:12.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last teen year</title><content type='html'>I'll be turning &lt;strong&gt;TWENTEEN&lt;/strong&gt; in twenty-one so here's my bertdey wishlist for this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) new pair of drumsticks&lt;br /&gt;b) a deck of playing cards&lt;br /&gt;c) star pillow&lt;br /&gt;d) mp3 collection of Beatles' or the Carpenters' songs&lt;br /&gt;e) concert shirt of Coldplay or Incubus&lt;br /&gt;f) book that interprets dreams&lt;br /&gt;g) army jacket or bag&lt;br /&gt;h) movie poster of Memoirs of a Geisha&lt;br /&gt;i) dreamcatcher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; ito'y aking hiling kaya't sana naman ay tanggapin ng puso ko'y di nabibitin &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Memoirs of a Geisha. Zhang Ziyi, so pretty. Jeaune said she looks like Gwen Garci. Sobrang hinde kaya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ihatesurprises. please lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-114103735122703928?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/114103735122703928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=114103735122703928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/114103735122703928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/114103735122703928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2006/02/last-teen-year.html' title='last teen year'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-114006204008225673</id><published>2006-02-16T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T18:37:08.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HR i do believe I'm failing you</title><content type='html'>I'm failing all my subjects. leche.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It seems like I consumed all my willingness to study last semester. If last sem I'm the nerd with a red-framed eyeglasses, now I'm the super-tamad-kapal-ng-face-latecomer with a red-framed glasses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syempre my undying word again, "bawi nako this time. seryoso na. mag-aaral na talaga." sus, asa pako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing's great though, I'm now tantanan &lt;strong&gt;supergirl&lt;/strong&gt;! hahah. I'll be saving the world before bedtime. May curfew kase. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bangag na bangag ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo excited, I'm going to have my OJT. and that is if there's a company who will hire me.. sobrang goodluck nalang saken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a dare: I won't be texting for a week. the price? a new phone. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alang kwentang post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At miserable&lt;br /&gt;Paulit-ulit lang ang nangyayari&lt;br /&gt;Paikot-ikot tayo parang bote&lt;br /&gt;At nasanay ka na ba doon&lt;br /&gt;At nalimutan ang aking mga tanong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[tensyonado. soapdish]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pare, nakakasawa na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-114006204008225673?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/114006204008225673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=114006204008225673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/114006204008225673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/114006204008225673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2006/02/hr-i-do-believe-im-failing-you.html' title='HR i do believe I&apos;m failing you'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-113895164762475207</id><published>2006-02-03T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T15:27:27.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>parang droga daw ang bisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"The great craziness of men and women is precisely that: LOVE."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=right&gt;[veronika decides to die. paulo coelho]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of my best friends got their heart broken by two undeserving bastards. Being a member of NBSB society and haven't struck by Cupid before, I didn't know the right way of consoling wounded hearts. I have no idea on what appropriate things to say. Is it correct for me to say that "everything's going to be fine when I know that deep down inside they feel that it's the end of the world? In every case, I always end up citing trite remarks such as "He's such a loser for letting you go" or He's not the one for you. The right man will come along." But what I don't understand is that these friends still say that they love those guys despite of what they've done. I thought that such thing only happens on cheesy romantic films. Is that what you call love? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember them telling me how they met, fall for each other and share that suppose most wonderful feeling caused by their significant other. I also remember having nothing to share so I just smile dreamily while uttering that I'm very happy for them. If in their fairy tale, the prince suddenly turns into a monster but they still want to continue waltzing, again, is that what you call love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If yes, this means that love is sometimes synonymous with stupidity, idiocy and most likely foolishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not think that I don't believe in love and that I'm a man hater. It is just that not all of them are pure and true (both love and man). Nevertheless, like the little moth in Rizal's story I still want to try and gamble with love though others warned me that it is dangerous playing with fire. I want to know what it feels like loving and being loved, and in the process, being hurt by the person who you least expected because you were blinded by, yes the magic word again, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't fear the pain it brings because I believe that if you never experience distress then you wouldn't appreciate your bliss. (I hope I'm making sense.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-113895164762475207?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/113895164762475207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=113895164762475207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/113895164762475207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/113895164762475207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2006/02/parang-droga-daw-ang-bisa.html' title='parang droga daw ang bisa'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-113763393966966992</id><published>2006-01-19T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T19:27:25.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heaven knows, but who knows heaven?</title><content type='html'>I read Mitch Albom's The Five People You Meet in Heaven and when I put down the book I can't stop my tears from falling. For the second time, the author managed to make me cry (Tuesdays with Morrie was the firts). My favorite part is when Eddie met his second and fifth person. Their stories really touched my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that heaven is like what they described in the book so that I wouldn't be scared to die. Honestly, I'm afraid of dying because of the unknown reality after death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish reincarnation is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I die, I hope to meet five people that is somehow connected to my life and they will teach me five different lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the preliminary examination, I promised myself that I'm going out for a smoke. The same way I promised myself back in highschool that I'll never learn how to smoke but thanks to Barbel I broke that promise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny because I'm currently helping someone to quit that bad vice. He said he's doing it for me. I said do it for yourself afterall it's your lungs not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he's keeping his promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-113763393966966992?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/113763393966966992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=113763393966966992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/113763393966966992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/113763393966966992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2006/01/heaven-knows-but-who-knows-heaven.html' title='heaven knows, but who knows heaven?'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-113686570273669334</id><published>2006-01-10T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T12:01:42.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"She was intransigent about the easy things, as if trying to prove to herself how strong and indiffirent she was, when in fact she was just a fragile woman who had never been an outstanding student, never excelled at school sports, and had never succeeded in keeping the peace at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had overcome her minor defects only to be defeated by matters of fundamental importance. She had managed to appear utterly independent when she was, in fact, desperately in need of company.... She gave all her friends the impression that she was a woman to be envied, and she expended most of her energy in trying to behave in accordance with the image she had created herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that she had never had enough energy to be herself, a person who, like everyone else in the world, needed other people in order to be happy. But other people were so difficult. They reacted in unpredictable ways, they surrounded themselves with defensive walls, they behaved just as she did, pretending they didn't care about anything. When someone more open to life appeard, they either rejected them outright or made them suffer, consigning them to being inferior, ingenous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She might have impressed a lot of people with her strength and determination, but where had it left her? In the void. Utterly alone."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=right&gt;[veronika decides to die. paolo coelho]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does Mr. Coelho knows me? How can he described my feelings so well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-113686570273669334?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/113686570273669334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=113686570273669334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/113686570273669334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/113686570273669334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2006/01/she-was-intransigent-about-easy-things.html' title=''/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-113635050207428892</id><published>2006-01-04T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T13:15:12.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time for cool change</title><content type='html'>Thank you Lord for giving me the happiest Christmas I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most especially for letting me celebrate that day with people who are dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belated &lt;h3&gt;happee bertdey Jesus!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayo, binati nyo na ba sya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;2006 Resolution&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making this one just for the fun of it because we all know that nobody manages to do their resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) I'll stop being a latecomer.  (I can imagine people raising their eyebrows upon reading this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) I'll stop being lazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) I'll stop being mean.  shit. what am I thinkin'? I'm not a mean girl. Let me rephrase that, I'll stop being EVIL &amp; CRUEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) I'll be friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) I'll be superduperultramega tipid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f) I won't sleep in the afternoon so I'll stop getting bloated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g) I'll try to be a good listener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h) I'll stop being a drama queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) I'll smile even though there's nothing to smile about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j) I'll be optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this will become a good year for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my hair trimmed so goodbye Ramones-a-like hairdo. I'll have you in a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;happee bertdey Miraquel!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://handwriting.feedbucket.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://handwriting.feedbucket.com/generated/20060104/J16BY30jz6.jpg" width="250" height="150" border="1" alt="Handwriting Analysis"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://handwriting.feedbucket.com/"&gt;What does your handwriting say about YOU?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You plan ahead, and are interested in beauty, design, outward appearance, and symmetry. &lt;br /&gt;You are a person who thinks before acting, intelligent and thorough. &lt;br /&gt;You are affectionate, passionate, expressive, and future-oriented. &lt;br /&gt;You are a talkative person, maybe even a busybody! &lt;br /&gt;You enjoy life in your own way and do not depend on the opinions of others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-113635050207428892?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/113635050207428892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=113635050207428892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/113635050207428892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/113635050207428892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2006/01/time-for-cool-change.html' title='time for cool change'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-113550149694086229</id><published>2005-12-25T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T17:32:18.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nrinig nyo n b ang l8est?</title><content type='html'>This is one of the funniest chismis I ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; TOMBOY daw ako?!? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayan was so right when I told her this and she replied, "Sinong intelehenteng tao ang nagsabi nyan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I have nothing against tomboys and gays. In fact I respect them and believe that they should be accepted in the society. It's just that I'm a straight girl. Of course I admire girls with beautiful faces but that doesn't mean I want to have a special relationship with them, if you know what I mean. Is it bad to say, "Wow ang pretty naman nya"? But I don't know about guys if they say "Pare ang gwapo mo." But I don't see anything wrong in appreciating the creation of God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I think, those people who have malice are narrow-minded. &lt;em&gt; Ano ba kayo pinanganak kahapon?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confronted the person who said I'm a lesbian and that my type are girls and here's what he said, "Hinde ko sinasabing tomboy ka. Sabi ko lang boyish ka." Yeah, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want me to do, wear heels and make-up? tsk tsk. So narrow-minded talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't be proving myself but this is too funny for me to let it pass. I understand that people have a right to think whatever they want. I don't give a fuck about that. I know some homos who still haven't come out of the closet or I guess they're still experiencing an identity crisis but I don't share to other's what I think because I might be mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's for sure, I'm not a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I didn't say this to the one who started the rumor because I really do think it's hilarious and ridiculous. What I said is this, "May date ako. May susunduin pa akong chick." Ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt; HAPPY CHRISTMAS! &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to share. When I went to mega to meet up with my sister, Magnolia, I went to Powerbooks and they're playing the RM Greatest Hits 2006. (I'm not sure if I got the title of the album right). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realize that I miss listening to their music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're chatting with our cousins in the US in YM and one of them said, "Si mareLLe mukang Ramones yung buhok."  ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-113550149694086229?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/113550149694086229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=113550149694086229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/113550149694086229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/113550149694086229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/12/nrinig-nyo-n-b-ang-l8est.html' title='nrinig nyo n b ang l8est?'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-113409799992630394</id><published>2005-12-09T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T11:16:14.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out of reach</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're beautiful. you're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;you're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I saw your face in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;But it's time to face the truth,&lt;br /&gt;I will never be with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[you're beautiful. james blunt]&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll never get to read this and even if you do you wouldn't know it's about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I gave you up months ago but I guess a spark of hope was hidden in my heart. Now things became clear and I got hurt. However, I didn't expect that I'll move on quickly. Read this: my heart cried over you for only a half hour. Ha! 30 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no bitterness. not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just do me a favor. smile at me no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-113409799992630394?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/113409799992630394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=113409799992630394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/113409799992630394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/113409799992630394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/12/out-of-reach.html' title='out of reach'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-113342250991398763</id><published>2005-12-01T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T15:42:10.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what might have been, what could have been</title><content type='html'>Each one of us had regret certain things in our life. We often hear other people say "I shouldn't have done that" or "I wish I could turn back time" but we all know that we can't undo things. That is why I don't believe in regrets. Of course I did wish to change some things in my past but then I realized that I've done my best in every situation and decision making that I'm in. I know that I can't control the people whose actions directly affect me. I trust that God only wants the best for me. If unfavorable things come my way that is because He wants me to learn a lesson and help myself heal. So why regret things if God purposely planned it for your own sake. Just focus on the lesson and the good it brings not on the hurt you feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-113342250991398763?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/113342250991398763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=113342250991398763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/113342250991398763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/113342250991398763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-might-have-been-what-could-have.html' title='what might have been, what could have been'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-113263028265606708</id><published>2005-11-22T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T11:34:05.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everybody feels this way sometimes</title><content type='html'>...and i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Loeb's song is stucked in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) helpless because your pal is in this deep shit and you have no idea on how to help her to get out of there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) lonely because nobody seems to understand your point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) left-out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) ecstatic for no apparent reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) cold because Christmas is near?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f) sad because Christmas is near?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is not my favorite holiday. obviously. The only thing I like about it are the sad carols such as O Holy Night and The Christmas Song and the cold weather. Brrr! The temperature is starting to drop. It makes getting up in the morning more harder because the cool breeze lure me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't decorated the house yet and I think we won't bother doing that this year. talk about Christmas spirit, I guess my family has very little of that. The only thing that I can do to feel the spirit of Christmas is to have &lt;em&gt;Jingle Bells&lt;/em&gt; as my ringtone. I know it's corny but it's the least thing that I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I also can't wait to see UST lover's lane to be covered with lights and to attend Paskuhan. I told Che-che that we should attend the event this year since we missed the previous one. We decided not to go last year because there'll be no fireworks display but sad to say the priests hired Rivermaya instead. Yes, it's been almost a year but I'm still not over it. Heaven knows how bitter I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kidding. Actually I'm starting not to be a rivermaniac. I'm starting to change in so many things. Fuck, I'm even starting not to be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so hard to explain. I'm such a lousy writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I'm such a mess. I don't know what to type next. The only thing that's left on my mind is my theology prof that keeps on repeating the word &lt;strong&gt;cohesion&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he's right. I need to put my life in order. I think that's what I'm going to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-113263028265606708?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/113263028265606708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=113263028265606708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/113263028265606708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/113263028265606708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/11/everybody-feels-this-way-sometimes.html' title='everybody feels this way sometimes'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-113168040834044666</id><published>2005-11-11T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T11:40:08.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations May for passing the ECE board exam!</title><content type='html'>ang galeng ng ate ko! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ansaya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the test she's worrying that she might fail because the questions are so difficult. But me, I have no doubt that she'll passed. naks! heheh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second semester na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others said it will be harder than the previous sem, I hope not. I need to study. Pramis. totoo na'to.. Mag-aaral na talaga akong mabute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tama na ang drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patay, ala pa akong nababasa para sa Pautakan. goodluck nalang, next next week na ata yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelan kaya ako makakapagpost ng matino-tinong entry. haay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-113168040834044666?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/113168040834044666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=113168040834044666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/113168040834044666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/113168040834044666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/11/congratulations-may-for-passing-ece.html' title='Congratulations May for passing the ECE board exam!'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-113109337591008962</id><published>2005-11-04T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T16:36:16.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sembreak.</title><content type='html'>gusto kong magblog kaso laging blanco ang utak ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andami kong kagat ng lamok sa braso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malagkit sa balat yung Crabtree &amp; Evelyn lotion ni Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insomiac na ata ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahit anong sabi ko sa sarili ko na wag uminom ng beer dahil nag-aallergy ako eh umiinom pa rin ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dismayado ako dahil hinde ko na sya naka-chat ulet sa ym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakain na rin ako sa wakas ng tacos ng Coffee Shop na nung summer palang eh crinecrave ko na. tenks barbs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nag-upload ng new pictures sa friendster. check nyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hinde nakapagreview para sa BA Pautakan. patay kay Lee at Jessica. nakakahiya naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napapangitan ako sa gupit ko pero hinde ko naman sinusumpa ang naggupit saken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuwang tuwa ako sa pamangkin kong si Vince. Pagbalik ko sa Manila, yung isa ko namang pamangkin na si CJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meron akong tatlong kagat ng lamok malapit sa wrist ng left hand ko na parang Orion's Belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngayon ko lang ulet naalala kung gano kabadtrip ang feeling ng may sipon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matapos kaya namen ni Leo ang aming sinusulat? sana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang haba na pala ng kuko ko sa kamay. kailangan ng gupitan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magpopost sana ako ng edited pictures kaso down ang site ng photobucket. kaya ibang picture uploader nalang ang ginamit ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/fbe138.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/fbe1a9.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/fbe1ch.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meron pa sanang iba kaso natatamad na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sembreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malapit ng matapos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-113109337591008962?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/113109337591008962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=113109337591008962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/113109337591008962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/113109337591008962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/11/sembreak.html' title='sembreak.'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-112954421621496010</id><published>2005-10-17T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T18:46:25.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love can be so boring</title><content type='html'>I wish I'm a good writer so I could share all the things that happened to me. But my mind is in chaos that I don't know where to start and how to express what I'm feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I'm frustrated. forgive me folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnolia is currently giving birth to her baby girl and here I am blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/boy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's Frank Benjamin. His nickname is Vince. Ain't that cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching the trailer of &lt;strong&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, Zhang Ziyi is so damn pretty. I can't wait to see this film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/memoirsofageisha/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;click to watch the trailer.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailypredictor.com/"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;daily predictor.com&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just click the picture of what you want to predict. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;job predictor -- My ideal job is a &lt;strong&gt;Rabbit Slayer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life predictor -- My Personnel expected death date is &lt;strong&gt; 29 October 2065&lt;/strong&gt; and I have excatly &lt;strong&gt;21927 days&lt;/strong&gt; to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pet predictor -- My ideal pet is a &lt;strong&gt;snail&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holiday -- My ideal holiday destination is &lt;strong&gt;Honduras&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teeth -- My ideal set of teeth is &lt;strong&gt;Pacifier Lil Pumpkin&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT job predictor -- My ideal job is a &lt;strong&gt;Coldfusion developer&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet -- My ideal sweet is a &lt;strong&gt; Nestle smarties bar&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;car -- My ideal car is a &lt;strong&gt;Cherolet&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gift -- My ideal gift is a &lt;strong&gt;shoe cleaning bits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what my email says about me -- Your email means that you an &lt;strong&gt;explorer&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. laughtrip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-112954421621496010?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/112954421621496010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=112954421621496010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/112954421621496010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/112954421621496010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/10/love-can-be-so-boring.html' title='love can be so boring'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-112813793918173559</id><published>2005-10-01T10:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T11:41:03.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wake me up when september ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;15, September 20005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jojo called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to her inside the bathroom so I won't awaken the people in our house. I don't know how long we've been talking but the call ended at 02:47 in the morning. Hearing her voice is like cuddling under the blanket on a very cold night. The only problem is I didn't talk much. I'm so consumed on hearing her talk that I rarely talk myself. I know it sounds stupid but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry Jojo, I wish I'm less stupid and be useful for atleast once.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried reviewing for my math exam after talking to Jo but the coldness of the night (due to drizzle) lured me back to sleep. I'll worry about math and law later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma'am Comm Law didn't give oral recitation (tenk God) and she seems to be in a good mood. (FYI: This prof hates us and she likes making things hard by giving recitations every meeting.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR (finance) is absent so I got time to review the leakage of the math exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm perfect in the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home for lunch. yumm. adobo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched Eat Bulaga afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went back to Uste for our PEP practice but I met up with Cheche at the lib first. Leo was also there. He told me, "Muka kang driver."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was teasing my outfit, which is a khaki pants, red shirt under my faded denim jacket and white sneakers. The denim jacket reminds him of the jeepney drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted for awhile until it's time for him to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He borrowed my Playboy Bunny button pin. I promised that I'll buy him a pin when I see one with the same design. I just hope that I'll remember that I promised him that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our practice was suppose to be four in the afternoon but I left the lib at about quarter to five. I was thinking if I should skip the practice because I thought that it already started. Anyway, I still went to the gym and learned that they haven't practice yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained hard.&lt;br /&gt;I love the rain and the sound of the thunder.&lt;br /&gt;Dayan said I'm only happy when it rains.&lt;br /&gt;I guess not. I'm also happy when the sun shines brightly. I love feeling it's warmth against my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home at seven.&lt;br /&gt;I was walking in the rain singing &lt;em&gt;Hanggang Kailang&lt;/em&gt; of Orange and Lemons.&lt;br /&gt;There's flood at Espanya.&lt;br /&gt;People are stranded.&lt;br /&gt;Vehicles move at the speed of snail.&lt;br /&gt;There's a cute guy in the jeepney I'm riding.&lt;br /&gt;I arrived home at eight o'clock.&lt;br /&gt;I need to study for recitation in OB and quiz in Theology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to use the new white bag Magnolia gave me when I go to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16, September 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to study for OB &amp; Theo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma'am Guanzon (OB prof) failed to see us because the guidance councilor gave us some career guidance test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another proof that God is absolutely good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our exam in Theo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't bail out of God's own subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried copying some of Hannah's answer but thanks to my ever reliable red-framed eyeglasses, the answer is STAGNATION and I wrote SUBROGATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost learned something from my prof in Economics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went on duty in CCSC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had bola-bola siopao for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo (CCSC officer) told me that she thought that I'm only a second year student the first time she saw me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to pep practice on Charbel. (very very busy person.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a guy who reminds me of VJ John Joe Joseph of MTV. Sadly, his voice sounds funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we don't have a practice tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be able to watch UAAP Cheerdance competition on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to study for Comm Law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17, September 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreamed of Japs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're close friends in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what I like in having classes on Saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written recitation on Law.&lt;br /&gt;discussion in finance and PBE.&lt;br /&gt;No sir Petalver (calculus) every Saturday. He has classes on Graduate School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my third chat with Rico Paolo (yes, buhay pa sya).&lt;br /&gt;the very first one is on YM.&lt;br /&gt;second is when he asked me for some food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like him anymore so now I can talk to him without fidgeting.&lt;br /&gt;I could also look straight into his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He no longer affects me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went straight home after class and slumber for a couple of hours before lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched UAAP Cheerdance competition on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bet on who would make it to the top 3:&lt;br /&gt;UE, UP, UST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May's bet:&lt;br /&gt;FEU, UP, UST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price of the winner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bag of chocolate Pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we both ate the Pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched the replay of MTV Pilipinas Awards 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love Rivermaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Ebe, &lt;em&gt;Nawawala Bumabalik&lt;/em&gt; is now my LSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18, September 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurried for my pep practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call time is 6 in the morning. I arrived at UST at 6:15 and I saw that there are only more or less 15 people present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left UST going to Las Pi&amp;ntildeas at 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great, could've sleep for two more hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to USTE to help Jhena put up the exhibit for the opening of Commerce Week. Jo (CCSC officer) is missing in action so we can't enter the building without the signed permission letter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we go home with zero accomplishment regarding the exhibit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May and I attended the mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore my RM shirt. (okay, I won't mention 'Maya for a day or two.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19, September 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on the FX, I saw my reflection on the side mirror and frown. A girl with a dark shadows under her eyes and looking haggard even though the day is just starting is staring back at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help having a big zit on the nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended the mass in medicine auditorium for the beginning of Commerce Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards, the General Convocation still on Med Audi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rico P. teased me. (oo na, matining na boses ko.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not a &lt;em&gt;kilig&lt;/em&gt; moment for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate lunch at Momo's with Cheche, Cristal, Hannah, Mark, Presyosa and Bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had bonding moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boycotted the pep practice to study for our quiz on law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20, September 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a text message from Chicco while I'm on my way to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;marelle, got a big problem. need help.&lt;br /&gt;sure, as long as kaya ko. ano ba yun?&lt;br /&gt;hindi ako naka-review sa law. nawawala yung book ko. huhu. kill me.&lt;br /&gt;sure. kill you lang pala. wait mo lang ako dyan. relax ka lang. kaya naten yan. nirereview ko na dito sa fx yung novation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of my answers in the test is wrong. ha! &lt;em&gt; kaya pala ah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut class to finish our paper in Marketing Research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched students' Recognition. Cheche, Cristal, Leo, Mean, Jm and Rosebud are DLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became Cheche's official photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pep practice in Kapatiran Gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed to Med Audi to help prepare for the MMCP (Mr. &amp; Ms. Commerce Personality).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see how busy I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was assigned at the ticket/admission booth together with Cheng and Patty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our job is to sell tickets, make sure that the audience has a ticket before they can enter the auditorium and assist them on voting for their favorite contestant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the middle of the show, we counted the ballots for every contestant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I just hang-out with my fellow staffers: Den (my seatmate), Manong Marlo (our irreg classmate in MR) and sophomores Patty, Cheng, Jay, Bethany and Jonet (I'm not sure on teh spelling of their names).&lt;br /&gt;We're just kidding around and becoming immune to the foul smell of the formalin coming from the room beside us where they keep the cadavers for the med students to dissect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home at eleven in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21, September 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing unusual and exciting happened.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our section just attended a seminar on the Rizal Conference Room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my very best not to snooze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing I succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate at BK with Mark, Ces, Bin and Presyosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did our usual chismisan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to pep practice at Charbel.&lt;br /&gt;got irritated at some people there.&lt;br /&gt;smoked a stick to release tension.&lt;br /&gt;they gave us our uniform (jacket and jogging pants).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22, September 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written recitation in Comm Law.&lt;br /&gt;I failed to finish it but I don't give a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched the awarding of Alumni's at med audi (again!).&lt;br /&gt;had chance to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate lunch with Bin, Mark, Precious, Chester (I call him Tolits) and Ces.&lt;br /&gt;dropped by at KFC just to say hi to Che, Cristal, Eliza and Hannah.&lt;br /&gt;pep practice. (again and again and again)&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side, we finished early.&lt;br /&gt;I'm home by 3:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23, September 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ashamed of myself because I let myself loose my grip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I'm a quitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I have pals who reminded me that they're always there whenever I'm on the verge of throwing up on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world around us is full of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done cursing Sir Zablan. I can't help it if he's gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're suppose to be excuse from attending our last subject because we have practice for Pep but Sir Eco didn't allow us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad that he didn't notice that I don't have a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's go BA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma texted that she's on her way to Manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her to buy some pastries  for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah and Chicco texted me that the cheering competition was postponed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24, September 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school and saw that I'm one of the few people who didn't wear the commerce shirt (I didn't buy one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to go home early but Jhena saw me and assigned some task for food fest, a project of CCSC. They put me on the side of brownies and popcorn together with Manong Marlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a chance to talk to VJ John Joe-look-a-like. His voice really sounded gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rico Paolo sometimes pisses me off and he sometimes makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had our picture taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, bin, hannah, mel, kristel, presyosa, ces, tolits, mark, mans, kath, yuki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new embarassing moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on Cafe Dapits and was about to climb the  stairs when I slipped. Naturally, my hand will hold on to something to keep me steady. Without thinking, I grabbed the wrist of the guy standing in front of me. Surprised, the guy turn to me. I told him, &lt;em&gt;"Uy sorry nadulas kasi ako."&lt;/em&gt; I could see from the expression of his face that the fog was lifted. He said, &lt;em&gt;"ah okay.&lt;/em&gt; Then he smiled. I didn't waste another second and left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he wouldn't remember me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sobrang dyahe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had drinking session with Yuki, Mel and Tolits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only had one bottle because I don't like the taste of Colt 45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Tolits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muka ka kayang anghel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meron akong tinanong na classmate nating lalaki sa room kung sino sa tingin nya ang parehong mukang maganda at mabaet. Sagot nya si Jessica at ikaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meron din akong tinanong na babae na ganon, si Jessica at ikaw rin ang sinagot nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko naman MUKA eh, di ko naman sinabing maganda at mabaet talaga.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Gago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolits and I went home while Yuki and Mel continue the session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[to be continue....my back aches]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-112813793918173559?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/112813793918173559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=112813793918173559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/112813793918173559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/112813793918173559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/10/wake-me-up-when-september-ends_01.html' title='wake me up when september ends'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-112797212416959717</id><published>2005-09-29T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T13:39:49.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we won even though i screwed up</title><content type='html'>JCBA won the best in uniform, pepsquad and cheering competition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got incentives in Pinans! yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you the full details next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happee berdey: dayan! 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Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B9D3EE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Live Your Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/faces.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to be straight forward, but you keep a lot inside.&lt;br /&gt;You are always tactful and diplomatic. You let people down gently.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to have one best friend you hang with, as opposed to many aquaintences.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to dream big, but you worry that your dreams aren't attainable.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Career Type: Artistic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/artistic.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are expressive, original, and independent.&lt;br /&gt;Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts,  music, or art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor &lt;br /&gt;Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer &lt;br /&gt;Dancer  - DJ - Graphic Designer&lt;br /&gt;Illustrator - Musician - Sculptor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Punk Rocker!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/punk-rocker.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to rock, you don't follow any rules&lt;br /&gt;You know that rocking out is all about taking down the man&lt;br /&gt;You've got an incredible stage presence and rock persona&lt;br /&gt;You scare moms, make bad girls (or boys) swoon, and live life on the edge!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how boring life is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-112763552661738743?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/112763552661738743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=112763552661738743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/112763552661738743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/112763552661738743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/09/shit-eat-bananas-b-n-n-s.html' title='shit, eat bananas b-a-n-a-n-a-s!'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-112754027414497584</id><published>2005-09-24T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T17:27:42.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lumuha ka kung hindi mo mapigilan ang tuwa, matagal kang naghintay kaibigan</title><content type='html'>isang taon ka na bottledhiccups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at dahil dyan may new layout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero hinde pa tapos kaya maghintay lang kayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salamat nga pala kay &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://fran.withoutwords.net" target="_blank"&gt;fran&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;gelica para sa ginawa nyang psd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long post soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sige at mag-iinuman pa kame, atat na sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-112754027414497584?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/112754027414497584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=112754027414497584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/112754027414497584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/112754027414497584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/09/lumuha-ka-kung-hindi-mo-mapigilan-ang.html' title='lumuha ka kung hindi mo mapigilan ang tuwa, matagal kang naghintay kaibigan'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-112659150772155981</id><published>2005-09-13T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T14:06:12.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ooh baby baby it's a wild world</title><content type='html'>here's my answer on your tags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ELIVAZETH&lt;/strong&gt; :: Memoirs of a Geisha is a book written by Arthur Golden. It is a story about Chiyo (then her name was changed to Sayuri when she became a geisha) and her life as a geisha. A geisha is a Japanese girl whose profession is to entertain men by dancing and singing; loosely, a Japanese prostitute. Now, they made a movie version of it. Zhang Ziyi will play the role of Sayuri. I recommend that you read the book first before watching the flick, anyway Ate Yowee said that it will premiere on November this year so you still have time to read it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APRIL&lt;/strong&gt; :: I have a nephew (Frank Benjamin), born last August 11. Magnolia will gave birth around the end of the month of October. I don't know if they chose a name already. My sister and I rarely talk. We're both busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABY&lt;/strong&gt; :: You are so right. I guess people don't know how to express what they think. I'm glad there's a person like you who could understand me. Thanks a bunch! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wudjubiliv that I join the Business Administration pep squad. Imagine me doing that phony smile and irritating bobbing of head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you picture it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can laugh your heart out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-112659150772155981?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/112659150772155981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=112659150772155981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/112659150772155981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/112659150772155981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/09/ooh-baby-baby-its-wild-world.html' title='ooh baby baby it&apos;s a wild world'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-112607084029402265</id><published>2005-09-07T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T13:27:20.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you think i'm intimidating? or it's just that nobody really cares?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-112607084029402265?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/112607084029402265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=112607084029402265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/112607084029402265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/112607084029402265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/09/do-you-think-im-intimidating-or-its.html' title='do you think i&apos;m intimidating? or it&apos;s just that nobody really cares?'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-112494058872229903</id><published>2005-08-25T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T11:29:48.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel so unloved right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-112494058872229903?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/112494058872229903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=112494058872229903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/112494058872229903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/112494058872229903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-feel-so-unloved-right-now.html' title='i feel so unloved right now'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-112469695380373768</id><published>2005-08-22T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T15:49:13.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>singing doo wa di di di di dam di di dum</title><content type='html'>August babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07 -- papa&lt;br /&gt;09 -- seatmate chicco&lt;br /&gt;11 -- frank benjamin&lt;br /&gt;16 -- allister&lt;br /&gt;18 -- tita simang a.k.a. che che &amp; Cristal&lt;br /&gt;20 -- Japsuki Sergio&lt;br /&gt;22 -- ninya&lt;br /&gt;25 -- hannah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tita Simang and Cristal treat the Tropang B to cinema. We watched &lt;em&gt;Must Love Dogs&lt;/em&gt; though I was insisting that we watch &lt;em&gt;The Great Raid&lt;/em&gt; instead but only Cristal took my side. The movie is quite okay but I'm not a big fan of romantic-comedy type and John Cusack but I love him on &lt;em&gt;Serendipity&lt;/em&gt;. Too bad Jessa didn't make it because they have to do some project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Sheryl had to go back to USTE for their make-up class. Mira and I was suppose to attend a seminar in Beato but we're too late because we ate our lunch in Tokyo Tokyo pa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night we had an inuman session in 1611 located at P. Noval. I go home early (about 8) because I told Papa that the seminar will end around 7 o' clock. (salbaheng anak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home smelling like cigarette smoke but I'm still sober because I only drank San Mig Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to UST Clinic this morning because I got this somewhat rashes all over my body but it doesn't itch. Fortunately, the pretty and super nice doctor said it's nothing serious. She said it's a kind of viral infection just like cold but instead my skin is affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many movies I want to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Corpse Bride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sisterhood of Travelling Pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Memoir of a Geisha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallace and Gromet: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narnia Chronicles : The Witch, The Lion and The Wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Frank Benjamin (I still don't know his nickname) on the pic Don sent us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donsky na donsky ang hitsura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has this cute round head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to see him on sembreak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him but swear, they can't make me change his diapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw the results of our exams except for Law and Marketing Research. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I passed all except for Eco and Finance. I got 59 in Pinans. Guess what's the passing score... sixty!!! I got 46 in Eco. The passing score is 50. grrr talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be dead for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-112469695380373768?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/112469695380373768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=112469695380373768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/112469695380373768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/112469695380373768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/08/singing-doo-wa-di-di-di-di-dam-di-di.html' title='singing doo wa di di di di dam di di dum'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-112409215744732185</id><published>2005-08-15T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T15:55:53.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so i tried to laugh about it hiding the tears in my eyes</title><content type='html'>what do you do when you're sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you show it and cry out loud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or do you just keep it inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I laugh about it and look at the brightside of things. I always believe that there's no use is crying. It's also not good to wallow in self-pity. Of course I occasionally cry but I try to do it minimally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I do when I'm on the verge of crying, I lock myself on my room then pop in my favorite cd of the moment and I scream, I repeat I scream not sing, my lungs out. It's an effective way of releasing your tensions, frustrations, depressions and many more. try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=ff0000&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you smell like peanuts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willy Wonka, the amazing chocolatier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen the movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw it twice. One is before our prelims week (aug 5) with Wichy and Francis then the second time is last Saturday with Magnolia and Erwin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the oompa loompas but my sister thinks they're scary looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also the squirrels. "Daddy, I want a squirrel and not just any squirrel, I want a trained one." (--Veruca Salt) I think they're cute but they belong to the family of rodents which I'm very scared of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Willy Wonka himself. He's semi-sweet and nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't watch the old version yet so I can't compare (plus I hate comparing). Luckily, Studio 23 is going to air the movie on August 27. I'm going to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=ff0000&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we'll get along with a little prayer and this song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell week I a.k.a. Prelims (Hell week II is Finals) is over. woohoo! We're getting the results this week. yikes! I'm afraid I might flunk math, finance, and mostly economics. I hope not. Oh please please please pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to post a long one today but just like Fran, I hate blogging late. The feeling is not the same anymore. So I'll just enumerate things without giving you the full details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now an officially a "TITA". Donsky's girlfriend gave birth last thursday (Aug 11). The name of the latest addition in our family is Frank Benjamin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very proud of myself because I went to Mandaluyong from UST by commuting all by myself. Well, I saw Guia while I'm on my way to Recto so we rode the fx bound for Pasig together. But still, it was an accomplishment for me especially when I remember the gate of Erwin's house. Believe me, I seldom remember things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a movie called &lt;strong&gt;"Nasaan si Francis?"&lt;/strong&gt; It's from the makers of Pinoy Blonde. I'm not sure if Epi Quizon is going to starr in it but I heard that there's some special appearance by Rico Blaco and Karl Roy. I hope they're not monotonous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop is now a skin head. He shaved off his remaining hair. It's okay for you to laugh. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always ask my family for the title of songs until they end up thinking about it and cracking their brains for an answer. Like one time, I ask them for the title of a Carpenter's song with a lyrics "Don't you remember you told me you love me baby oh baby baby baby oh baby." It took weeks before my sister told me that the title is SUPERSTAR. Then last week, I ask my father the title of the song on Wonder Years (old American TV show) but I don't know the lyrics so I only hum to him a couple of notes. I know I  could search for it in the net but it's fun looking at my family's faces while they're thinking. Anyway the Wonder Year's song is called "A little Help from My friends." It was originally a Beatles song but the show used the Joe Cracker's version which I think is much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan is now using the lay-out I made for her. Check it out and let me know what you think.&lt;ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://prettytrish.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c'mon let's boogie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-112409215744732185?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/112409215744732185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=112409215744732185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/112409215744732185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/112409215744732185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-i-tried-to-laugh-about-it-hiding.html' title='so i tried to laugh about it hiding the tears in my eyes'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-112313097514905445</id><published>2005-08-04T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T13:02:06.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>walang ginagawang iba kundi mag-usap sa mata</title><content type='html'>ha-ha. magsalita ka na kasi. o banlag ka lang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seldom blog 'cause I'm focusing on my studies. I'm becoming a nerd (with matching red-framed eyeglasses). I want to have good grades. I'm nearing into entering the complicated corporate world so I want to be armed and ready so I can be competitive. Imagine the number of fresh graduates who are looking for jobs, I'll be lucky if I'll get employed six months after graduating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried that I'll end up taking a job that I don't like. Of course if I'm not happy with my work, my job performance is affected and I won't be productive. whoa, I'm becoming too serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined the CCSC (college of commerce student council) staffers. I put in my application form that I'm applying for writer's or lay-out artist's job. I went to the first interview that went okay aside from the part where the officers asked me to sing &lt;strong&gt;Tell Me Where It Hurts&lt;/strong&gt; with my eyes closed because that's the talent I wrote of my form. I don't mind the fact that they made me sing, what I don't like is the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that they informed me that there'll be a second screening but I didn't attend it due to my lazyness and I think the org will only interfere with my studies (see, I'm becoming a nerd). But when they posted the names of the qualified applicants, I saw my name under the Eventologists (sosyal ng name 'no?). Our job is to help in organizing events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our org conduct its General Assembly last July 28. It was so damn fun! Parang nagsama ang mga malalakas ang topak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we'll organize a concert. I'll suggest to get RIVERMAYA (the rivermaniac in me is still alive and kicking) and my other favorite bands. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for tacos and donuts from Go Nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leche, I'm so fat right now. I keep on sleeping kasi. Yeah, aside from being a nerd my other hobby is slumbering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Papa's Berdey! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna have pizza. yata. hehe, kaya nananaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I'm attracted to guys who have a resemblance with a bamboo stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rockstar thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or is it just a coincidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;CONTEST&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenks to those who suggested names for Magnolia's baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APRIL&lt;/strong&gt; [::]   hi! onga, cute yun. tenks &amp; misu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABY&lt;/strong&gt;  [::]  huy, magkalapit lang room naten pero parang di kita nakikita. anyway, di pwede yung sinuggest mo. Dapat iisa lang ang mars at yves sa pamilya namen. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAYAN&lt;/strong&gt;  [::]  di pako nagbubukas ng friendster. pagkatapos na ng prelims. panget nung ALEXA. tsaka baka patusin pa ni Barbel yun noh. hehe. sosyal rin ang SOPHIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell Magnolia all your suggestions. I'll also post the name that they chose. &lt;br /&gt;Magdasal na kayo na sana mapasainyo ang Boy Bawang at Ten pesos. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-112313097514905445?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/112313097514905445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=112313097514905445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/112313097514905445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/112313097514905445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/08/walang-ginagawang-iba-kundi-mag-usap.html' title='walang ginagawang iba kundi mag-usap sa mata'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-112245060559002743</id><published>2005-07-27T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T16:16:27.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wouldn't it be nice if we're together?</title><content type='html'>I watched two not so old movies yesterday: 50 First Dates &amp; Mona Lisa Smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50 First Dates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Adam Sandler &amp; Drew Barrymore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's tragic. Well, on Lucy's (Drew Barrymore) part. Isn't it hard not remembering what happened to you eversince that accident? You have to watch this tape every single day in order to answer all the questions on your mind. Of course  imagine the shock she'll have everytime she watches the tape. Poor Lucy, dontcha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I love Adam Sandler's character. Funny and sweet. Recall all the things he had to put through in order to have a girl who lost her short-term memory fall in love with him over and over again. Aww. But if it's a real thing, I probably label it as corny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love the penguin and the Beach Boys song. I forgot how nice they are until yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandler-Barrymore tandem is superb! The Wedding Singer (their first film together) is one of my favorite romantic movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Tom? The guy who lost his memory every 10 seconds? Swear, I'll cry upon proving that such person really exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mona Lisa Smiles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Julia Roberts, Julia Stiles, Kirsten Dunst)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I watched this movie, I was motivated to study hard. I'm actually convinced that I could be the smartest pupil in my class by simply reading my books. Sadly no. It's not that easy. I couldn't finish a page of a book what more a 500 plus pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my professor in English first year second sem. He urged us to watch the movie to imittate the students who already read the entire book even before their lesson began. E pano no one's making an effort to answer his questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching the movie, I was reminded of my two close friends; Dayan &amp; Genina. Just like Catherine (Julia Roberts), they encourage me and support the things I like. I'm blessed for having these two good people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're fortunate that careerwomen are accepted in the society these days. Unlike in the 1950's (just like the time the movie portrays) women during those times are expected to marry and become a full-time housewife after finishing their studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it is good fucking the norms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;it's a boy! and a girl&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pamangkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no they're not twins. and a heterosexual.(hopefully not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby boy is don's while the girl is Magnolia's child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm gonna have a nephew and a niece real soon. I think it's cool. Someone's going to call me tita. kadiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not eager to have a baby in the house. Don't expect me to change diapers though I have an ugly feeling that I'll be force to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONTEST:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help us by suggesting a name for Magnolia &amp; Erwin's baby girl. Submit it on the tag board or comment box. The winner will have a prize. Isang pack ng BOY BAWANG at tumataginting na SAMPUNG PISO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see posters and print ads for details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;join now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;am i happier?&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessa said that she noticed that I'm happier in my new section. Am I? I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't take this against the Fmidders. I will always love those guys especially the TROPANG B. In fact I miss spending care free days with them. I'm proud that I became an FMID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;sometimes when you and i collide&lt;br /&gt;I'm practicing your name so i could say it to your face&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't seem right to look you in the eye&lt;br /&gt;let all the things you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;came tumbling out my mouth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-112245060559002743?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/112245060559002743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=112245060559002743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/112245060559002743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/112245060559002743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/07/wouldnt-it-be-nice-if-were-together.html' title='wouldn&apos;t it be nice if we&apos;re together?'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-112184658183887100</id><published>2005-07-20T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T16:11:11.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wag nang paikutin ang isa't isa</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/image015.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credit: The picture was forwarded by Leo Yatco, aka Yultraman. Ay, hinde ko na nga pala pwedeng apihin si Leo. Tsk, me and my big mouth. It's okay, wala naman na saken yun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chaka na ang chika. I got two exams tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-112184658183887100?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/112184658183887100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=112184658183887100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/112184658183887100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/112184658183887100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/07/wag-nang-paikutin-ang-isat-isa.html' title='wag nang paikutin ang isa&apos;t isa'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-112140822195416746</id><published>2005-07-15T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T14:17:01.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rico paolo no more</title><content type='html'>i realized that I don't like the guy. why? basta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll still keep his smile. Akin pa rin yun. Kala nyo ha. Sa inyo na mula bumbunan hanggang ilong tas mula baba hanggang talampakan. Akin pa rin yung ngiti nya. Walang pwedeng umagaw. intiende? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything to type. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I just finished making Joan's layout. But I haven't send the codes to her yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala na talaga akong masabi. I'm just going to read blogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last na, I think my professors had a conspiracy. Is it right to give exams and recitations at the same week? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-112140822195416746?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/112140822195416746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=112140822195416746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/112140822195416746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/112140822195416746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/07/rico-paolo-no-more.html' title='rico paolo no more'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-112082030770788633</id><published>2005-07-08T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T18:58:27.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang 'yong mga ngiti, sana ay masilip</title><content type='html'>i like his smile. no, let me correct that. i really really LOVE his smile. Ngiti ka nalang palagi. Actually inangkin ko na yun eh. Akin na yung ngiti nya. Wala ng pwedeng umagaw. &lt;strong&gt;His smile is tattooed on my mind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i really like him. well, except for his smile. I already stated that i love it. what i mean to say is that i don't know if i like HIM. all of him. (ilan ba sya?) i think i'm just attracted to the guy. hell, i hardly know him. see, we must admit that physical appearance is a big factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing is his face is strangely familiar. But i just can't place it. I can't remember when &amp; where I saw him. Basta, I have this strong feeling that somewhere, sometime I already met him. Maybe in my dreams. fuck, kinikilabutan nako sa mga pinagsasabi ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro kanina pa kayo litong-lito, inip na inip at kating-kating itanong na "sino bang HIM?" I prefer to call this guy &lt;strong&gt;RICO PAOLO&lt;/strong&gt;. Of course i didn't use his real name to protect my interest. I also won't explain how i came up with the screen name. I can never tell who are reading my entries. Di bale na nga lang. Just forget all the things you've read. Then why the hell I wrote this? i dunno. I guess I'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"wag kang mag-alala di ko ipipilit sa'yo kahit na nililipad ang isip ko'y toreto sa'yo."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;stress tabs&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My energy is drained. All those schoolwork. It will be better if they just kill us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been studying my ass off but it seems that it's still not enough. I still need to strive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to wake up early so I won't be late for my first class. I'm trying to change my habit of being a latecomer. After class, I feel so exhausted that I rather sleep than eat my lunch. I have to correct what I said on my post entitled First Day Punk. I don't get to eat my lunch at lunch time since I sleep first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about the profs who made all the students' life (including mine) a living hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop, Prof. Jet Pangan. He's a prof in finance. I just heard one student that our prof resembles Jet Pangan and I strongly agree. Last meeting, he gave us a surprise quiz. wtf?! I didn't read my notes. If only I have an itsy-bitsy idea about the Philippine Dealing System, I could have bluff my way out. He's a fucker I tell you. He has no right to give pop quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is Sir Sociology. One day he suddenly decided to have a graded recitation and call some unfortunate students to answer his questions. One of those unfortunates is me. He keeps on saying cohision. Ewan ko sa'yo! He said to use your own words on answering pero yun pala he wanted me to use his own words. I should've just read what he put on powerpoint. Huwaw, labo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Mr. PDE who loves discussing politics. The funny thing is he loves sticking his toungue out and showing those missing front teeth. It also add to the hilarious look his almost bald head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know my prof in Marketing Research. I already mentioned him on my previous post. He's the one who said, "set (for seat), wen (win) and NPS (his version of NPA)." He's quite okay except for the flawed diction. One time he kept on pronouncing vegetables as "bejetabols" instead of "beyjtabols". Gets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is Sir Brain Sucker. That's what my classmate call our teacher in Managerial Eco. Why "brain sucker"? Because he drains our brain and also our energy. His voice is so frail. It's like he's having a heated discussion with the white board or the teacher's table. The sound coming from the airconditioning unit is much louder than his voice. What would a deaf girl like me will learn from a prof like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My professors in Organizational Behavior, Commercial Law and Math are alright. Ma'am OB is a very bookish person. She just reads the book when she discusses the lesson. So it ain't a discussion but rather a reading session. Ms. Comm Law's class is every meeting's a graded recitation day. I think she's not a terror because she won't embarass you when your answer is wrong. Lastly, Sir Math whose name I still don't know. He's a funny young man. The only problem is I'm not really a bright student when it comes to mafhemafics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, my mentors together with their demeanors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt; what the hell is happening in our country? Politics is indeed a very dirty game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God save us. &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-112082030770788633?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/112082030770788633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=112082030770788633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/112082030770788633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/112082030770788633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/07/ang-yong-mga-ngiti-sana-ay-masilip.html' title='ang &apos;yong mga ngiti, sana ay masilip'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-112044773537098185</id><published>2005-07-04T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T11:28:55.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Spend all your time waiting&lt;br /&gt;For that second chance&lt;br /&gt;For a break that would make it ok&lt;br /&gt;There's always some reason&lt;br /&gt;To feel not good enough&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;I need some distraction&lt;br /&gt;Oh beautiful release&lt;br /&gt;Memories seep from my veins&lt;br /&gt;Let me be empty and weightless&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I'll find some peace tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of the angel&lt;br /&gt;Far away from here&lt;br /&gt;From this dark cold hotel room&lt;br /&gt;And the endlessness that you fear&lt;br /&gt;You are pulled from the wreckage&lt;br /&gt;Of your silent reverie&lt;br /&gt;You're in the arms of the angel&lt;br /&gt;May you find some comfort here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired of the straight line&lt;br /&gt;And everywhere you turn&lt;br /&gt;There's vultures and thieves at your back&lt;br /&gt;And the storm keeps on twisting&lt;br /&gt;You keep on building the lies&lt;br /&gt;That you make up for all that you lack&lt;br /&gt;It don't make no difference&lt;br /&gt;Escaping one last time&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to believe in this sweet madness&lt;br /&gt;Oh this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[angel.sarah mclachlan]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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title=''/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-112011710672261721</id><published>2005-06-30T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T15:38:26.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hapi berdey GENINA!</title><content type='html'>par-tay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-112011710672261721?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/112011710672261721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>...on my knees i could hardly speak i loose all control...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not because of someone. I'm weak because I'm sick. I have &lt;em&gt;trangkaso&lt;/em&gt;. What the hell is the english word for that?! Ewan. I'm too tired to think. I woke up on wednesday morning and I don't feel well but I still go to class 'cause I thought it's just a flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school, our room felt like Antartica. It's not that I've been there but it's friggin' cold. I went to Che-che's room to borrow her jacket (tenchu che!). Then my fingers started to feel numb until they became stone hard. I was having a hard time to bed them. I was tempted to prick my fingertips with my mechanical pencil to see if they're going to bleed or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time our dismissal came, I feel really really awful plus I'm already running a fever. I just want to go home and sleep. I don't know how I manage to walk toward the Espanya gate and hail a fx all by myself. I'm glad I was able to go home at one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father won't allow me to go to school the following day because he said I might faint while I'm on the street. I was a little worried because we have a recitation in Com Law and my proffessor might call me. (syet, I'm becoming a GC.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm almost okay now. I still have flu and headache. Good thing there's no classes today. It's Manila Day! The bad thing is I'm going to school tomorrow. bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, I got called in our recitation in Com Law. typical. very typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;we'll be back after these few reminders&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current favorite commercial is from nescafe. I love the song. &lt;em&gt;"..sinong di mababaliw sa ulan"&lt;/em&gt; It's the first Maya song I sang when I was still a kid. While the first Maya song I played on keyboards is Himala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to commercials, lots of companies hire musicians to advertise their product or ask them to make a jingle for their advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;appearances:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mojofly -- pizza sauce (del monte??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchie Nadal -- cologne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rivermaya -- Greenwich, Globe Gentext, Sony (you probably don't remember this. A guy ordered a sony component system then the sony guys came to his house to assemble the unit. It shows that Sony is so good it's like having Rivermaya in your living room. &lt;br /&gt;They sang Umaaraw Umuulan. remember?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bamboo -- nescafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbie's Cradle -- nescafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paroks -- rexona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rico Blanco -- Kraft (Hinahanap-hanap Kita), Nescafe (Ulan), Vaseline (the boy searching to the owner of the yellow cap. Rico is the one who's whistling on the background.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ely Buendia -- Sun Cellular (Tindahan ni Aling Nena)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rivermaya -- Globe Kababayan (Maaasahan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbie Almibis -- The latest close up commmercial. I forgot the title of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio Active Sago Project -- Globe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I forgot to mention something please don't hesitate to remind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-111959947555664722?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/111959947555664722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=111959947555664722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/111959947555664722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/111959947555664722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-get-so-weak.html' title='i get so weak'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-111909629902817099</id><published>2005-06-18T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T20:04:59.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need you like the flower need the rain you know i need you</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt; happy father's day to my dad!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;h5&gt; belated hapi berdey to erwin!&lt;/h5&gt; tomorrow is the celebration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-111909629902817099?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/111909629902817099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=111909629902817099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/111909629902817099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/111909629902817099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-need-you-like-flower-need-rain-you.html' title='i need you like the flower need the rain you know i need you'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-111881110469525787</id><published>2005-06-15T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T19:57:15.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day PUNK</title><content type='html'>advantages of being in morning sessions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; after your class, you're free for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; i get to eat my lunch at lunch time. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i can't think of another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disadvantages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; you have to wake up very early.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; you can't copy homework for the first subject because in order to do that you have to go to school earlier than 7 o'clock. i can't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; when you forgot something, you can't just buy it on the stores near the university because most of them are still close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. iisip pako ng iba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite the disadvantages mentioned, i still like my new class. wanna know why?  CHIKLET! hehe saka ko na sasabihin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prof in BA8 is a very funny man. Eto ang mga banat nya kanina:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class, do you want that to be your permanent set? or do you want me to assign a new set? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were like, "huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my classmate at the back said, "SEAT daw."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later my prof said, "how are you going to wen new friends?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sir ano?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how are you going to make new friends?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how are you going to WIN new friends pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's another. He said that in Mindanao, there are lots of NPS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NPS? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New People's Army. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelan pa naging NPS yun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should see his hair. It's only on the side plus a a few wavy strands at the center. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, I'm so mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/F2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/F1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;francisco &amp; francis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;separated at birth?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;i love coldplay!&lt;/font&gt; and the &lt;strong&gt;best of you&lt;/strong&gt; by foo fighters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-111881110469525787?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/111881110469525787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=111881110469525787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/111881110469525787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/111881110469525787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-day-punk.html' title='first day PUNK'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-111821350880578182</id><published>2005-06-08T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T14:59:02.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hinahanap-hanap kita</title><content type='html'>ako ay isang adik na bata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sa star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sa pula (ang color of the moment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sa chocnut at ice cream (pero hindi ko gusto ang choco peanut flavored ice cream)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sa rivermaya (di naman ganong obvious diba?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sa pag-iinternet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sa button pins (dumadami na ang koleksyon ko)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sa pictures (oo, mahal na mahal ko ang sarili ko)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sa bansang Pransya (eversince elementary pa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sa libro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sa music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sa pagkanta (aware ako na wala akong future sa pagkanta. hindi ko yun ikabubuhay. malamang pa na ikamatay ko yun pag di ko tinigilan.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm obsessed. help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaka-enroll ko lang kahapon. Masarap talagang mag-enroll ng late kasi di ka mabwibwisit sa mga pilang mahaba. Siguro 10 minutes lang, tapos nakong mag-enroll. Next sem ganun din gagawin ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;video kill the radio star&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi kong kinakanta yung &lt;strong&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/strong&gt; ng Bamboo. Sumasakit na yung ulo ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badtrip, patok ngayon ang &lt;strong&gt;The Day You Said Goodbye&lt;/strong&gt; ng HALE. Paulit-ulit sa MTV pati sa NU. Ewan ko ba kung baket gusto nila yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pansin nyo kamuka ni &lt;strong&gt;RICO BLANCO&lt;/strong&gt; si &lt;strong&gt;Christian Bautista&lt;/strong&gt; sa video ng YBSH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen the new music video of &lt;strong&gt;OASIS&lt;/strong&gt;? wtf?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;salamat na lamang sa'yo&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto kong pasalamatan ang mga sumusunod:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;[/]dayan&lt;/h6&gt; : sa case and pamunas ng glasses, sa red bracelet and magazine cut-out (rico article)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;[/]wichy&lt;/h6&gt; : for the tattoo and RM cd cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;[/]barbs&lt;/h6&gt; : sa supply ng food, pamasahe at yosi. pati na rin sa swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt; sa inyong tatlo para sa star chimes &lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;[/]che-che&lt;/h6&gt; : ferrero &amp;  singaporean keychain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt;[/]nina&lt;/h6&gt; : glow in the dark stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, &lt;h4&gt; LEO &lt;/h4&gt; : sa pagsasabi na kamuka ko si VELMA. gagu! Don't worry babatiin pa rin kita pag nagkasalubong tayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag-ulan na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiwaga ng panahon&lt;br /&gt;akbay ng ambon&lt;br /&gt;sa pyesta ng dahon&lt;br /&gt;ako'y sumilong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daan-daang larawan ang nagdaraan sa aking paningin&lt;br /&gt;daan-daang nakaraan ibinabalik ng simoy ng hangin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tatawa na lamang o bakit hindi&lt;br /&gt;ang aking damdamin pinaglalaruan ng baliw at ng ulan&lt;br /&gt;at sinong di mapapasayaw ng ulan&lt;br /&gt;at sinong di mababaliw sa ulan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hinulog ng langit&lt;br /&gt;ang siyang ng ampon&lt;br /&gt;libo-libong alaala dala ng ambon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daan-daang larawan ang nagdaraan sa aking paningin&lt;br /&gt;daan-daang nakaraan ibinabalik ng simoy ng hangin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tatawa na lamang o bakit hindi&lt;br /&gt;ang aking damdamin pinaglalaruan ng baliw at ng ulan&lt;br /&gt;at sinong di mapapasayaw ng ulan&lt;br /&gt;at sinong di mababaliw sa ulan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ulan. rm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;nagtatagalog nako!&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-111821350880578182?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/111821350880578182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=111821350880578182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/111821350880578182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/111821350880578182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/06/hinahanap-hanap-kita.html' title='hinahanap-hanap kita'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-111735794979030739</id><published>2005-05-29T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T17:12:29.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>with all these beautiful people i know</title><content type='html'>here are the celebrities whose faces i adore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/zhang.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/utt.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/sarahm_0001.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/ryan_0001.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/mong_0001.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/luke.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/jpasulo.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while here are my role models:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/raim.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/oprah.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/ricolast.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/mong.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/japsair.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/gwen.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/chris2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/brandon.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/barbie.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/bonono.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-111735794979030739?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/111735794979030739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=111735794979030739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/111735794979030739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/111735794979030739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/05/with-all-these-beautiful-people-i-know.html' title='with all these beautiful people i know'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-111692324228673649</id><published>2005-05-24T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T16:31:03.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vidal babboon</title><content type='html'>i got a new haircut last night. wanna see it? wag na. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;bookworm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read 8 books this vacation though some of it are just re-reads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black, white &amp; jewish&lt;br /&gt;sophie and the rising sun&lt;br /&gt;hester among the ruins&lt;br /&gt;da vinci's code&lt;br /&gt;angels &amp; demons&lt;br /&gt;memoirs of a geisha&lt;br /&gt;the little prince&lt;br /&gt;shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to read more on the semestral break. Maybe you guys can suggest what books I should buy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uy they released  HP and the Half Blood Prince. I hope it is better than book 5. So far, the fifth book is my least favorite. I like HP and the Prisoner in Azkaban though I'm not satisfied with the movie version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanta watch Memoirs of a Geisha. Zhang Ziyi plays the role of Sayuri and Michelle Yeow as Mameha. I hope the movie will meet my expectation. Those colorful kimonos and the beautiful sights they saw. haay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da Vinci's Code rin. Tom Hanks will play the character of Robert Langdon. I want to see those paintings and places mentioned in the book. FRANCE! (speaking of, I didn't get to watch the correspondents last night. they featured pa naman Paris.)&lt;br /&gt;I know many people would want to watch it too because of the controversy it created. Others want to compare the movie and the book. The others may want to watch it because they are too lazy to read the book. Others are just kibitzers so that they could brag that they're in. But whatever their reason is, I'm sure many people will watch the flick that will help it become a blockbuster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;buttons up&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided to collect button pins. I already have five. wow, dame noh..hehe anyway, I'm just starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have other collections like books, stars and reciepts. Yes, I keep the reciepts whenever I purchase something. At first I only keep the reciepts of the books I bought to know how much exactly I spent on those. As you all know, books can be very expensive. But I eventually keep the reciepts of my other purchases like clothes and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall that my first collection was stationery. My piano teacher gave me a set of stationery and told me that she used to collect it when she was young. I decided to do the same. I stopped when my two sisters keep on using it to write to their mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is the stuffs that has tazmanian devil and marvin the martian. Mugs, keychains, stickers, pins, shirts, ballpens, and many more. I always made Magnolia promise that she'll buy me pasalubong and gifts in Warner Bros. store at Glorietta. I still keep some of the items I have but I think I lost some of it mostly the pins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;officially missing jo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love recieving letters. I was reading the cards Joan gave me and now I miss her more. She told me that she sent me a card for my birthday but I haven't recieve it. Hanuba, 2 months had passed and I still don't have that card. I'm excited to read it pa naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called me yesterday. We talked for about 15-20 minutes pero paputol putol. She told me that their first day of classes is today. I wonder how she's doin'?  She promised that she'll call me again but I don't know when will that be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that I miss about this girl is our common love for swimming and having a tan. uwi ka na! swimming tayo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-111692324228673649?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/111692324228673649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=111692324228673649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/111692324228673649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/111692324228673649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/05/vidal-babboon.html' title='vidal babboon'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-111659561691713161</id><published>2005-05-20T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T21:26:56.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sa wakas, new layout!</title><content type='html'>i know it looks like a trash but it's my creation so i have to accept the fact that i can't make a good layout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what the heck, it's my blog so you guys have to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna change the rivermaya pic when i have time to make a new one. I'm so eager to change my layout so here's the outcome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so whadaya think? like it? i guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also have new comment site host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for those who spare their precious time visiting this blog. feel free to comment on my entries. It's okay wether it's a positive or negative reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;i love the sun. i love the sun and that's a any ol day i'm not with you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love feeling the sun's warmth on my skin. this is definitely the happiest summer vacation i ever had. I owe it to my two friends, dayan and barbel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun, fun, fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad, school year's gonna start soon. though i want to see my classmates specially the tropang b. miss you guys! see you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't think of anything to post here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jo! miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-111659561691713161?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/111659561691713161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=111659561691713161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/111659561691713161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/111659561691713161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/05/sa-wakas-new-layout.html' title='sa wakas, new layout!'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-111538262173010517</id><published>2005-05-06T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T20:30:21.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>patience is a virtue</title><content type='html'>yan ang bagong natutunan namen ni dayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched a maya gig last sat. galeng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a blast here. All we have to do is spend barbel's money. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go swimming. and I will. next week. yey! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go I'm going to dayan's pa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new layout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tayo na nga&lt;br /&gt;Sino pa ba ang hinihintay natin dito&lt;br /&gt;Naiinip na ako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige na nga&lt;br /&gt;Apakan  mo na ang silinyador ng oto mo&lt;br /&gt;Iwanan na natin ang mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tayo na sa beach&lt;br /&gt;Tayo na't mag swimming&lt;br /&gt;Bilisan mo na&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko na magsunbathing&lt;br /&gt;Time to relax&lt;br /&gt;Time to go slow&lt;br /&gt;Makinig kay pareng bob&lt;br /&gt;At sasabihin nito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagsapit ng dilim&lt;br /&gt;Lumalamig ang hangin&lt;br /&gt;Sindihan mo na&lt;br /&gt;Ang bonfire natin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to relax&lt;br /&gt;Time to go slow&lt;br /&gt;Maupo ka na lang &lt;br /&gt;At panoorin ang mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalimutan muna ntin ang trabaho&lt;br /&gt;Masisira na ang ating ulo&lt;br /&gt;Kailan ka ba naman huling tumambay&lt;br /&gt;Patapusin ang walang hanggang paghihintay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[swimming beach. paroks]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-111538262173010517?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/111538262173010517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=111538262173010517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/111538262173010517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/111538262173010517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/05/patience-is-virtue.html' title='patience is a virtue'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-111439834060888122</id><published>2005-04-25T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T11:12:41.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.R.I.E.N.D.S</title><content type='html'>wow, I almost forgot that I have this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, here's a new post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna tell you about my partners in crime. They are my close friends and I'm glad for having them in my damn life because they help me make it bearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JeSSA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a classmate of mine in first and second year college. She's my &lt;em&gt;liwanag sa dilim&lt;/em&gt; and served as my guide during those times when I still don't have glasses and I can't read the signs on jeepneys and fxs that will take me home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drag her anywhere whenever I don't have someone who will accompany me especially on gigs. She's the reason why I met Bamboo and why I got a chance to talk to Japsuki. She knows how grateful I am for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get mad when I see other people taking her for granted and treating her like she owes them. But sometimes I don't realize that I myself is treating her that way too. She's so mabaet kasi. I'm teaching her to stand for herself and stop being so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She suprises me by showing that she listened to what I told her. I thought that she always tunes out whenever I start talking but I guess she proved me wrong because she remembers what I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's also one hell of a smart student that's why I don't have a single bit of a doubt that she'll pass the accounting quali. I'm quite sad because we won't be blockmates anymore this coming sem. But she promised me that she'll still go to gigs with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RIcH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known this girl since my freshman year in high school. Honestly speaking, I don't like Wich the first time we talk. I found her to be very bossy but when second year came we became friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their house is our favorite hang-out. TV with cable, delicious food and loads of books, what could you ask for? It's better that staying at a five star hotel because you don't have to pay anything. haha. I love the Torralba family including Pachuchay (their pet dog and the &lt;em&gt;bunso&lt;/em&gt; of the family) even though I'm afraid that she might bite me every time I lay on their sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I could talk to this girl regarding serious matters and ask for advice. I know her cellphone number by heart because she have that number since first year highschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made her teach me how to play the guitar but I easily gave up because my fingers are short and it's hard pressing those strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could always expect this girl to try wild and crazy things. My fear is she might do things that will eventually hurt her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows how much I love her.&lt;br /&gt;haay I miss their house na. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dIANe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember her as the pretty pretty girl with long eyelashes that sits in front second row of the left column on my first year highschool class. Just like Wich, my firs impression on this girl is mean and maarte. She scans the place as if she owns it. I instantly decided that I don't like her. I was shocked when she asked me if I know this certain person. I replied yes and that person is our neigbor. She informed me that she also live near our house. I was like, "of all people why her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm totally glad that we're neighbors. We became close when we're in our junior year. I don't remember exactly how it happened but we started going home together until we became inseperable. We found out that we have common interests and we became friends and now we're best of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those people who don't know Dice will think that she's mean which is true (hehe. joke lang). Actually this gal is very sweet and thoughtful. I know she listens to me when I share something and I really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our common interests is making fun of Wich. Just recalling it makes me laugh (sowee wichy. peace tayu). Another thing is we're both bookworms that's why we're also both blind without our glasses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having your best friend near your house could be handy. Besides having someone to go to school with everyday, you could have your chismisan up to sawa as if you don't see each other everyday. Also our parents allow us to go out at night because they know we're together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she have her glasses on, she looks like Duday from Daddy di do du. Di bale you're pretty naman. Wabyu Dayan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bestest pal in the whole damn world.&lt;br /&gt;We're friends since grade three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already wrote something about this girl on one of my previous posts. Just like what I told you, she's the best of the best and I'm lucky because she picked me to be her best friend of all people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically tell her anything and everything that's going on with my life. We both know how to admit our faults that's why we maintain our good relationship. Fate brougth us together to help each other lead a better life. Besides I couldn't imagine life without her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I terribly miss her talaga.&lt;br /&gt;I wish she could come home soon. Or maybe I could go to Virginia. hmm, that would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan, you met my true blue girlfriends. I have other dear pals but I'll post something about them next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll be there for you 'coz you're there for me too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngapala, my homecoming was postponed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to subic this saturday baby! and this time it's for real. Pag di pa, ewan ko nalang. magkamatayan na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ey jessaberber! I got my new eyeglasses na with the frame I like. I broke my old one kasi. Oy, it's an accident not intentional. remember my pasalubong ha. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tayo na sa beach!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-111439834060888122?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/111439834060888122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=111439834060888122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/111439834060888122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/111439834060888122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/04/friends.html' title='F.R.I.E.N.D.S'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-111320331053537271</id><published>2005-04-11T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T15:09:07.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i do</title><content type='html'>Magnolia and Erwin's nuptial is on a church somewhere in Makati and the reception was held on a villa within that vicinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and Erwin had their church wedding last Saturday. Since I'm the sister of the bride, it became a very busy day for me. Of course I have to help out during the preparation. I'm glad it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakataranta. mind you, it's not even my wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also fun rin naman, 'cause I got to see some of our relatives who I haven't seen for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry I'm too lazy to tell you all the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto nalang, the newly weds received 10 rice cooker as their wedding gift. ain't that funny? mura lang ba ang rice cooker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I'm going back to Olongapo Subic tomorrow. yey! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/WHATTAMOUTH.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our version of whattamouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/tresganda.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wich,me &amp; dayan on my favorite bench on RS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/MEANEST.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tres meanest. 'cause we're mean to the third level.&lt;br /&gt;tatlong kontra bida. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/splendora/TROPANGGALA.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna see these guys again. i can hardly wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-111320331053537271?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/111320331053537271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=111320331053537271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/111320331053537271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/111320331053537271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-do.html' title='i do'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-111267276610569593</id><published>2005-04-05T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T11:46:06.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before anything else, this is a picture of Maymay &amp; I after her grad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/graduation.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our clearance yesterday. I passed all the subjects even though I think I flunk my Accounting final examination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, some of my classmates might be debarred. Even though I'm not friends with them, I still feel sad and I don't want them to transfer to other college or school. I hope they will be reconsidered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to all who passed the Accounting Qualifying Exam. I feel happy for all my classmates who got qualified. I know how badly you want it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confirmed my slot for Business Ad kanina. Next school year new sectioning nananaman. Sana maging classmate ko at least isa man lang sa dati kong classmate. I'm not friendly pa naman so it will be difficult for me if I know no one in my new section. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss the 2fmid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[_jessa_] Nasa'yo ang unang symptom. tsk. tsk. lagot ka. haha. hinde, kaya mo yan. kaw pa. Nood pa rin tayo ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[_nina_] congrats pumasa ka! di kana lilipat sa bulacan. stars ko ha, don't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[_she_] mamimiss mo rin yung pagpalo ko sa pwet mo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[_allister_] accounting lang ang alam mo! ;p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[_leo_] wala ng magsasabi sa'yo na corny ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[_che_] sowee bout the glasses. you'll still give me ferrero when you come back, right? ; )    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsaka na yung iba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't pass the CJ exam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okey lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry nalang sila. It's their lost not mine. haha. conceited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CJ (commerce journal) is the official paper of our college. I took the exam last march but I didn't pass it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di bale, I'll just apply at Pulp Mag or Cosmopolitan. Maybe I'll get to write one of the Cosmo Recommended books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't get admitted there, I'll just write one of the tagalog romance pocketbook. Or better yet I'll be a script writer for the telenovelas or fantaserye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tama. I already have a concept in mind. My main character will be a cross breed of human and horse. No, not like the centaur. Mine will be that the upper half will be the horse then the lower half will be the human part. Odiba. So that I don't need to get a famous actor for the part because it will be useless coz his face wouldn't be seen under the horse mask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus the script wouldn't be in tagalog or english. They'll have their conversation in a special horse language just like the elves in Lord of the Rings. diba, they have their own language? Tipid pa pati sa voice talents. I'll just put a subtitle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title will be, &lt;strong&gt; Isang Tikbalang Ka Lang&lt;/strong&gt;. hmm. I better stop this foolishness of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-111267276610569593?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/111267276610569593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=111267276610569593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/111267276610569593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/111267276610569593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/04/before-anything-else-this-is-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-111234724008847855</id><published>2005-04-01T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T17:37:26.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so take the photographs and still framed in your mind</title><content type='html'>I went to my ate's graduation ceremony in PICC yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped her prepare for the event. I'm the one who put her make-up. Odiba! The funny thing is I made Mama and her believe that I know what I'm doing when the truth is I really don't. But the outcome of my little experiment is good. pwede! Now I'm thinking if I should transfer to other school and take up &lt;strong&gt; COSMITOLOGY&lt;/strong&gt;. noh sa tingin nyo? sinabi ko na nga ba bakla ako eh. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went there as her younger sister/ nanay/ photographer/ yaya. I brought all her things because they're not allowed to bring anything on their seats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony hasn't even started but I'm already bored and sleepy. I texted Shelilu if she's also here because her Kuya is also graduating. Tenk god, she replied that she is. When I finally found her, we stand on the back of the hall and made chika chika. Daming latest sa babaeng 'to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the ceremony ended, I walk toward the stage to find Maymay (my ate) to take some pictures. But I made a mistake of not bringing my eyeglasses that's why I'm having a trouble in finding her among the throng of people. I wanted to text her but her phone is also with me because their not allowed to bring anything nga.  &lt;br /&gt;Fortunately I saw Doms (Maymay's boyfriend) so I asked him where the hell is my sister. He led the way towards May, and kodakan began. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became the official photographer of my ate's tropa. Take note, hinde ko sila kilalang lahat pero lahat sila binigay yung mga camera nila saken para kuhanan silang lahat. ay joskopo. hinde nako magkandaugaga sa dami ng camerang nakasabit sa mga braso ko. Sayang, I forgot to take a picture of myself. Nakakatawa siguro yun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatawa, while I was looking around me I saw all the parents, siblings and friends of the graduates each holding a digicam to capture this kodak moment. Nagsilitawan ang mga digi &amp; video cams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o pekchur pekchur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngapala, congrats din kay doms (domeng tawag sa kanya ni mama. ewan ko ba. kulit talaga ni mama) kasi he graduated with honor. cumlaude. odiba, galeng. sayang, di umabot yung grade ni may last sem. constant DL pa naman sya kaya naging candidate din sya for cumlaude pero yun nga hinde umabot yung grade nya this last sem. It's alright, we're still proud of her.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-111234724008847855?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/111234724008847855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=111234724008847855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/111234724008847855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/111234724008847855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-take-photographs-and-still-framed.html' title='so take the photographs and still framed in your mind'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-111198399777741246</id><published>2005-03-28T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T12:26:37.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm having second thought if I'm going home for the holy week or not because I still need to go to the University for my Qualifying Exams. My mother urged me to go home and have some rest and time away from the city. At first I want to go to Bulacan (my mom's hometown), because it's been years since the last time I set foot there. Besides, I want to experience again how they observe the lent. They have &lt;em&gt;pasyons, prusisyons, reenacments of Jesus' death, penitensyas&lt;/em&gt; and many more. But my family is in Olongapo so that's where I'm going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My four-day-vacation is a blast! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with my highschool buds: Dayan (my best friend and neighbor), Wich (musically inclined and also rakista pal) &amp; Barbel (sunog-baga but a true friend).  Hanging-out with them is a never ending laugh trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a lot of updating, gossiping, joking, eating, and bumming around Timesquare and the boardwalk (Barb's favorite place) and spending Barbel's moolah. It is way too fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time I suggested that we play &lt;em&gt;dugtungan&lt;/em&gt;. A game where somebody will start by singing a song and ending on a certain lyric then the next player will sing other song that starts with the word that the previous player last said. But Barbel was out of control, he keeps on singing and the rest of us can't help but laugh. Then I said that we should change the mechanics of the game. Instead of singing songs which starts with the last word, I said that we'll sing about a single theme. For example we will only sing songs about stars or songs that contain the word star or whatever topic we chose. We decided on the theme about &lt;strong&gt;death&lt;/strong&gt;. Barbel starts by singing &lt;em&gt;Di Kita Malilimutan&lt;/em&gt; but Dayan told him that the song is not about death that in fact it's about a mother and her offspring. So he said &lt;em&gt;"sige na nga. O eto nalang,"&lt;/em&gt;. He sang &lt;em&gt;"tingnan mo ang iyong palad, kayanin mong sumakay sa hirap ng buhay. sa dami mong problema marunong kang ngumiti, Noypi ka nga astig!"&lt;/em&gt; He said, &lt;em&gt;"Di nyo ba alam na pang patay talaga yung Noypi." "Eto pa yung isang pang patay," &lt;strong&gt; isigaw mo sa hangin tumindig at magsilbing liwanag liwanag sa dilim&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt; I said to him while laughing, &lt;em&gt;" onga pang patay nga yun sabi ni Rico."&lt;/em&gt; .    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I told Wich &amp; Dice to remind me not to suggest this game when Barbel is around. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also attended the &lt;em&gt;prusisyon&lt;/em&gt; in Subic eventhough my feet are killing me due to non-stop walking. Afterwards, we saw Roi, Mebh, Pat (which I'm fond of calling Fatter) and Charles (my classmate back in elementary). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayan told me that she heard that Kitchie Nadal is having a black Saturday concert on the boardwalk so we went there. But it turns out that what she heard is wrong so we decided to just hang-around the area since we don't want to watch the South Border's concert. I want to save myself from going insane whenever I hear the song from &lt;em&gt;Mulawin&lt;/em&gt;. I hate it. I also don't like Angel Locsin. I know that she's good-looking but the way she delivers her dialogues irritates me and only God knows why. I don't mean to offend those people who like those things I mentioned but let me remind you that we're entitled to our own opinions and that includes me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbel gave me a piggy-back ride and it felt like a ride on an amusement park. wee sarap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to Manila by Sunday after lunch. I didn't even get to say goodbye to Dayan.  Barbel even texted me last night and asked if I want to hang-out but I told him that I'm already in Manila. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss them na. I hope I could go back there soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-111198399777741246?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/111198399777741246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=111198399777741246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/111198399777741246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/111198399777741246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-having-second-thought-if-im-going.html' title=''/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-111147650153488150</id><published>2005-03-22T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T15:28:21.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;it's my party and i'll cry if i want to&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is the saddest birthday I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12am-5:30 --  still slumbering&lt;br /&gt;5:31-6:15  -- in the bathroom doing my morning rituals&lt;br /&gt;6:16-6:35  -- dressed,  blow dried my hair, prepared my things&lt;br /&gt;6:36-6:55 --  ate the breakfast my father made for moi&lt;br /&gt;7 o' clock   --  off for school for my accounting qualifying exam&lt;br /&gt;7:34         --  arrived at UST &lt;br /&gt;7:40         -- cursing myself for being such an early bird. I learned that the test will start at exactly eight                              o' clock. I can't think of anything to do for the free time I have.&lt;br /&gt;8 o' clock  -- exams&lt;br /&gt;9:15-9:45 -- break. I roam around.&lt;br /&gt;9:46--11am -- second part of the exam&lt;br /&gt;11:05         -- chika chika with my friends and classmates. comparing answers&lt;br /&gt;11:30        -- went home and stayed there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? how lame is that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent half of the day sleeping. I know that it's not so bad but still I'm waiting for something special, exciting or fun things to happen. But there is none, nada, nil, zero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my highschool friends tuloy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;tenkyu to all those who greeted me!(through text, friendster, ym, email, at tagboard)&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salamat din dun sa mga nakalimot. dun sa mga nakaalala nga pero hinde nagtext kasi I'm not worth your piso. &lt;br /&gt;pati dun sa mga galit saken sa di ko malamang kadahilanan. at syempre dun sa mga walang kamuwang-muwang kung anong meron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenkyu senyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;aLab ng puso&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad and I watched the Pacquiao-Morales match. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the match is superb. galeng. Lalo na si Manny. You could see that he gave his best on the last round. Dami nyang napahanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacman lost. :(   Boo for El Terrilble. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that if Pacquiao wasn't injured from that headbutt, he could have won. Oh well, bawi nalang next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;ika'y matutumba, &lt;br /&gt;ika'y masasawi, &lt;br /&gt;mabibilangan ka ngunit babangon kang muli.......&lt;br /&gt;patay na kung patay &lt;br /&gt;magkaalaman lang, &lt;br /&gt;lahat ibibigay dahil wala na 'tong atrasan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[rivermaya]&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;schooL's out&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes are over! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still had qualifying exams for BA and Entrep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll pass all my subjects. especially Accounting. oo, malaking problema talaga sa buhay ko yang accounting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also through with PE!  yey! yey! yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello summer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONGRATULATIONS TO MY ATE (maymay) FOR GRADUATING BS ELECTRONICS &amp; COMMUNICATION ENGINEERING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;ang aming pasyon&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuaresma : time for repentance, meditation, reflection not for Bora or any other beaches and resorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep that in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's spend this week wisely. Let us keep the essence and spirit of the Lenten season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; If God had a Name, &lt;br /&gt;what would it be and &lt;br /&gt;would You call it to His face &lt;br /&gt;if You were faced &lt;br /&gt;with Him in all His Glory, &lt;br /&gt;what would you ask &lt;br /&gt;if You had just One Question... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Yeah, yeah &lt;br /&gt;God it is Great &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah &lt;br /&gt;God it is Good &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah &lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if God was one of Us? &lt;br /&gt;Just a slob like one of Us? &lt;br /&gt;Just a Stranger on a bus, &lt;br /&gt;trying to make His way Home... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God had a Face, &lt;br /&gt;what would it look like and &lt;br /&gt;would You want to See &lt;br /&gt;if seeing meant that &lt;br /&gt;You would have to Believe &lt;br /&gt;in things like &lt;br /&gt;Heaven and in Jesus and the Saints &lt;br /&gt;and all the Prophets and... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Yeah, yeah &lt;br /&gt;God it is Great &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah &lt;br /&gt;God it is Good &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah &lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if God was one of Us? &lt;br /&gt;Just a slob like one of Us? &lt;br /&gt;Just a Stranger on a bus, &lt;br /&gt;trying to make His way Home... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to make his way Home &lt;br /&gt;Back up to Heaven all alone... &lt;br /&gt;Nobody callin' on the phone &lt;br /&gt;'Cept for the Pope maybe in Rome... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Yeah, yeah &lt;br /&gt;God it is Great &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah &lt;br /&gt;God it is Good &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah &lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if God was one of Us? &lt;br /&gt;Just a slob like one of Us? &lt;br /&gt;Just a Stranger on a bus... &lt;br /&gt;trying to make His way Home... &lt;br /&gt;Just tryin to make his way home...&lt;br /&gt;Like a holy rolling stone...&lt;br /&gt;Back up to Heaven all alone...&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to make his way home...&lt;br /&gt;Nobody calling on the phone...&lt;br /&gt;'Cept for the pope maybe in Rome.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[one of us. sheryl crow]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-111147650153488150?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/111147650153488150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=111147650153488150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/111147650153488150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/111147650153488150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-my-party-and-ill-cry-if-i-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-111103994209521350</id><published>2005-03-17T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T14:18:51.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's up doc?!</title><content type='html'>I felt awful last Saturday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in the middle of the night because I got a sick feeling on my stomach. I went to the bathroom and puked. I went back to my room to slumber again but I couldn't sleep. My head aches terribly and I was restless the whole night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 4 in the morning when I decided to just watch MTV. I drank a glass of water because I feel like I vomitted all the liquid in my body. After a few minutes I rushed to the bathroom and threw up again. I feel a little better after that then I fell asleep on the sofa. I was awakened when my ate swtiched on the boob tube on the sala. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa forced me to eat to pan de sals and a cup of hot milk for breakfast. He said that I can't take my medicine with an empty stomach. But a few hours later I threw it all up. Pop panicked so he decided to take me to the hospital for check up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the hospital, the doctor told me to lie in the bed and gave me two packets of liquid medicine which looks like a correction ink and tastes like mint toothpaste. We waited for a few hours if I'm gonna puke again. I was texting Jessa while waiting. I told her that the doctor is &lt;em&gt;masungit&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;sadyang bakla lang sya&lt;/em&gt;. Oy, I got nothing against homosexuals in fact some of them are my friends it is just that the doctor on the hospital is really not friendly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately I didn't puke because if I did, they'll have to inject some medicines on my body. I hate syringes. So the doctor let me go home and told my father to just bring me back to the hospital if anything goes wrong.  When we left the hospital, I feel a little woozy as I walk but I didn't dare tell my father because I didn't want to go back inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep again when we reached home and I woke up around five o'clock the next day. I didn't get to review for my accounting exam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo, bagsak yata ako sa accounting. I find my exam difficult. Feeling ko wala akong nasagot na tama ni isa. Ay, except dun sa pinakopya saken ni Allister. [(Tenks nga pala. ;)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I feel better now. I don't want to feel that feeling again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I'm not suppose to be blogging today because I still need to review for my exams (may eco &amp; marketing pa) pero wala kayong magagawa. haha. lakas ng topak ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, goodluck nalang sa lahat ng may exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodluck for our qualifying exams! sana makapasa sa accounting yung mga gustong mag-accounting. Sa BA yung gustong mag-BA, namely me. Basta, sana makapasa kayo sa kung saan nyo man gustong mag-major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congratulations for those who are graduating this end of school year! sana madali kayong makahanap ng trabaho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-111103994209521350?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/111103994209521350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=111103994209521350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/111103994209521350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/111103994209521350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/03/whats-up-doc.html' title='what&apos;s up doc?!'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-111016350471675381</id><published>2005-03-07T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T10:45:04.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so you can lay your questions down 'coz if you hold me we can fade into the night and you'll know</title><content type='html'>who's gonna watch RIVERMAYA's Concert with Kitchie Nadal on Araneta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will I be admitted to CJ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will I pass the Business Ad qualifying exam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinong nanonood ng MTV 'Pinas? crush ko si John Joe. i hope i got his name right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did Marc leave Sandwich but stay on Kjwan? ay wala pala akong pakialam dun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how young is RICO BLANCO? lapit na berdey nya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who can teach me how to play the drums?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is MONG's full name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do some people love to bring others down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinong may ube jam? penge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will I see RIVERMAYA again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do I hate "HER" so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;galing kay Leo na nakuha nya kay Precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Bakit letter S yung nakalagay sa costume ni Superman?&lt;br /&gt;A: Kasi wala ng medium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, corny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more corny jokes on my next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-111016350471675381?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/111016350471675381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=111016350471675381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/111016350471675381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/111016350471675381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-you-can-lay-your-questions-down-coz.html' title='so you can lay your questions down &apos;coz if you hold me we can fade into the night and you&apos;ll know'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-110975034943688155</id><published>2005-03-02T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T16:16:58.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feast for the mind &amp; senses</title><content type='html'>Last Feb 27 (sunday), Jes and I went to megamall to watch DDC's gig. My main intention is to buy a RM shirt to Japs Sergio. I even told him to bring the shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we found out that it was an ARTS &amp; MUSIC FESTIVAL organized by Backdoor Venture. They have art exhibits, body piercing booth, henna tattoo, performances and lots more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw lots of bands (DDC, Chicosci, Kjwan, Spongecola, Agaw Agimat, The Late Isabel and others whose name I don't know). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to talk to JAPSUKI. coolness. It's the first time I heard his voice. nice. ambaet nya talaga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay I saw MONG ALCARAZ rin. haay, gwapo talaga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I didn't get to finish the show 'cause I have to go home early to help my sisters in making the souvenir for Magnolia's wedding. I promised her that I'll help out. Kaya hanggang Kwjan lang yung napanood namen. Sorry MONG kung hinde ko kayo napanood. Next time nalang. haha. feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got a RM shirt! Yey! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensya na kung tamad akong magkwento ngayon. It's just that I'm so busy these days. We only got a week and a half before finals. I need to catch up so I wouldn't have a failing grade. Yoko ngang mag-summer noh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;&lt;font color:"#6666FF"&gt;HAPEE BERDEY MAY!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daming may bertdey ngayong march. at isa nako dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added something on my wishlist (it's on my sidebar). &lt;strong&gt; I want a hardbound copy of Da Vinci's Code.&lt;/strong&gt; It has pictures kasi. Ganda nung story noh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck for finals and our qualifying exam. I hope I'll pass BA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-110975034943688155?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/110975034943688155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=110975034943688155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/110975034943688155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/110975034943688155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/03/feast-for-mind-senses.html' title='feast for the mind &amp; senses'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-110912613951839474</id><published>2005-02-23T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T15:24:45.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chaos in my mind</title><content type='html'>The school year is almost over. We only got almost four weeks left. And here I am thinking that I should start understanding the lessons in all my subjects because I don't listen during the discussions. But since I'm earth's number one procrastinator (call me the CRAM QUEEN), I still am not getting my shit together. I knew I'll pull through. You’ll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF3333"&gt;My birthday is near! (0321)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Gosh, another unexciting and useless year will pass. I'm getting older and still a parasite. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF3333"&gt;Here's my birthday wishlist. Or the things I want to accomplish or acquire during this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Rivermaya shirt/poster/pin -- you can buy this to Japs Sergio (RM's basist) when you watch one of their gigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) a new pair of chuck's shoes. -- everyone wants this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) my very own digicam -- how i wish. how i really really wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) a pair of star earrings -- actually, I already bought one but having another pair wouldn't hurt as long as it's a different design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) books. loads of it. -- I will accept any kind of books as long as it is not a self-help/ psychology book. (e.i. purposely driven life. I hate it.) If you're interested in giving me a book, you could ask me in my tag-board for a particular book title. : p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I want to have my picture taken with the Maya boys. -- pretty pretty please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Shirt from any of my fave bands. -- I saw a guy wearing a dark green Sandwich shirt on one of the gigs I went to. Too bad I didn't get to ask him where he got those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) the new CHICOSCI cd. -- I've wanted to buy their cd but I don't know why I don't buy it even if I have enough dough. I love those guys. *MONG ALCARAZ.* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) glow in the dark STARS. the one that you could stick in your ceiling. -- I'm became amazed and addicted to stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) a hip looking shirt -- try People are People or American Boulevard or Happy Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Rico Blanco's Pepsi Poster Atat! -- I love him there. Whoever have this poster, wouldja please kindly give it to me? please please. Or if you know where I could get it, please tell me. I'm a desperate girl.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's enough. If I remember other stuffs that I want, I'll just add it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll receive or accomplish at least one of those things. I want my birthday to be fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF3333"&gt;So, won't you make me happy by giving me what I want?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accounting is a very very boring subject. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who agree with me, share your sentiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's the worst way of spending your 1-3pm (two hours!) every TThS. Good thing that I'm sitting on the far corner so my prof wouldn't notice that I wasn't listening to her babble. I know that I wrote on one of my previous posts that she's good because she considered my F-suppose-to-be-M answer on our departmental exam but that is one thing. Giving a very boring lecture is another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really want to listen to her but I have a short attention span. My mind has a capability to wonder on its own. I just find some ways to amuse myself so that the two hours period would pass by easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my pastime activities during boring accounting (see, even the two words rhyme):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) I scribble names on my Accounting book until I can no longer read the given problems because they are covered with my handwriting. mareLLe, spLendora, Rivermaya (including Rico's, Japs', Mike's &amp; Mark's names), Mong Alcaraz, Incubus, Brandon Boyd, and many more are the names that I frequently write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) I draw caricatures. One time I tried sketching Brandon Boyd and I'm quite happy with my work because I think I copied his hair and the shape of his face. The only thing that I couldn't get is the shape of his eyes. But when I showed my drawing to Leo, he said, "Ano yan earth?" bastus. I drew a rockstar hottie and he thought it was a planet. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) I write the lyrics of my favorite songs. where? ofcourse on my Accounting book again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) I chat with Leo &amp; Allister. We're the noisy folks on the back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) I use my phone. I play games or text my pals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of people who under estimate Business Administration as a major in Commerce. It's not just because I'm determined to pursue that course but I also want them to open their minds so that they can realize that there are other course besides Accounting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.A. is not that bad. Infact I enjoy our discussion in my Marketing subject. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A classmate of mine asked me what course I would want to major in. I answered B.A. She hasn’t thought that I'm going to choose it. She said that that course is too easy for me. She also added that her Aunt said that anyone could be a businessman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell-o. If she thinks its easy then why hadn't she perfected our exams in Marketing? Yes, she's right. Everybody could be a businessman but not everyone could be a successful businessman. Let us not forget that some business ended up in bankruptcy. And that is the reason why I want to take up Business Ad, because I want to learn the right business strategies so I wouldn't end up as a business loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's not good? People have too much practicality. They just focus on the things that could bring them big money that they are forgetting to enjoy what they are doing. It shouldn't be that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally accepted the fact that I wouldn't be able to watch Maya's USTE gig tonight due to a very nonsense reason and that is: Pop wouldn't allow me to. He couldn't understand even though I already explained to him for a hundred times how much I like Rivermaya and how long I've been waiting for this gig and that he's ruining my life by not letting me go. Good thing is, Te Faye texted me and told me that the gig is cancelled due to an internal school problem. Wee, GOD is really really good. Now I wouldn't feel bad because there's no gig to miss. Oh, I feel sorry for those who planned to go there. Maybe next time. Kitakits tayo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a dear fellow grounder, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;&lt;font color="#6666FF"&gt;HAPPEE BERTDEY TE FAYE!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta-ta for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-110912613951839474?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/110912613951839474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=110912613951839474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/110912613951839474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/110912613951839474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/02/chaos-in-my-mind.html' title='chaos in my mind'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-110855136135796397</id><published>2005-02-16T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T15:32:04.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>captured moments</title><content type='html'>Here are the promised pictures. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NSTP-Tarlac Pics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/cristalmarellegandas.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristal &amp; I&lt;br /&gt;Sya yung lagi kong katabi sa bus. Except pag pabalik na ng Manila kasi Bumababa sya ng Pampanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/miracheshe.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mira, Che &amp; She&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/gandangviewgandakorin.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the beautiful view on my back in Tarlac.&lt;br /&gt;See the aligned trees? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/shemareLLe.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &amp; I&lt;br /&gt;Yan yung tinabihan ko sya at pinutakte ng kurot. Sarap nya kasing asarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/gandauletngbackground.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My NSTP mates&lt;br /&gt;Ganda ng background noh? Yan yung mga Christmas lights sa Uste.(This picture was taken on month of January pa kaya nakalagay pa yung mga christmas lights.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/lastgrouppicwithmaamrhea.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our pic with Ma'am Rhea (she's our facilitator)&lt;br /&gt;She's the petite lady (the one on white with collar blouse and wearing an id holder) on my left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/gandangpicngtropangb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tropang B on the bus. &lt;br /&gt;from left to right: cristal, she, marelle, che &amp; mira. &lt;br /&gt;sayang wala sina Nina &amp; Jes. ayan kasi ROTC pinili nyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/tropangbcomplete.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The complete Tropang B during the Precom Week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gig Pics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/Raimund.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me &amp; raimund&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I found out that Marc Abaya left Sandwich. Yeah it was sad but the show must go on. The band could still play great music even without him. Just keep on supporting Sandwich. I'll do that for sure. Anyway, Raimund's own rendition of Sandwich songs are good. I hope Marc will succeed on his new chosen path, whatever the hell that is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/Ira.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ira. hottie but a snob. (that's my observation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/ninamyrene.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like my pic with Myrene (from Sandwich) because I'm nakapikit dun. So here's Nina with cosa_frica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/Ebe.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ng Sablay together with Cram Queen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/Vicme.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my most fave pic. &lt;br /&gt;I was shocked when Vic put his hat on my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't put my picture with Bamboo &amp; Nathan. Maybe next time. tinatamad nako eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erratum from my previous post: I mispelled one of the names of the bands I mentioned. I typed HAIL but it was suppose to be HALE. Sorry, my bad my bad. I just saw it on the free cd they gave to those who watch the gig. Anyway, I still think that the vocalist of that band is ma-feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o sya sya, magrereview pako ng accounting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-110855136135796397?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/110855136135796397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=110855136135796397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/110855136135796397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/110855136135796397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/02/captured-moments.html' title='captured moments'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-110800311285724115</id><published>2005-02-10T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T10:38:32.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bambooed</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Did you know that...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The origin of the word SHIT is an acronym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal manures were shipped to other countries to be use as a fertilizer. They load the sacks of manures on the lowest deck of the ship. Since it's in the lowest deck it gets soaked in the water and release a foul smell. They decided to put the sacks containing animal manure in the upper deck to keep it dry so they marked the sack SHIT which stands for &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;hip &lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;igh &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;n &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;ransit. From there, people start using the word to refer to poo or to express anger &amp; disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another is the origin of the word FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the old times in England, the King came up with an idea on how to control the population growth of the English folks. Married couples cannot have sex whenever they please. They have to ask permission from the King and when that request is granted the King's men will mark the word FUCK on the door of the house of the couple to indicate this: &lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;ornicating &lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;under the &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;onsent of the &lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;ing. As the years past, people start using the word fuck to indicate sexual intercourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool huh?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned all that from my speech prof. I never thought I'm going to learn things like these from her.  I find her subject pretty boring until she started sharing those things I just mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hallelujia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Roi asked me to accompany her to the near our house because she still doesn't have ash on her forehead. Fortunately, I decided to change from my pambahay clothes because there are so many people in the Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember when was the last time I came to hear a mass. Oy I'm not an atheist and I haven't converted to other religions. Even though I don't attend mass, I still pray every night. I always remember to thank God for everything and most of all, I still believe in Him. That's what I call FAITH. Believing even without seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRIVIA: I'm a YFC member (courtesy of Roi. Napakarelihiyosa ng babaeng ito.) but I'm not an active member. Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; series of fortunate events&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a concert for a cause in UST's Med Audi. The proceeds of the said show will go to Red Cross for the victims of the tsunami. The bands that will play there are Bamboo, Urbandub, Twisted Halo, Sugarfree, Sandwich and Hail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any intention of watching the show because the ticket cost 300 bucks and I'm trying to save my money. But Jessa told me that her brother's friend is going to pay for our tickets. I was so psyche 'cause I'll be able to watch the gig without spending dough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for her brother, Nina and I accompanied Jessa to the rest room which happened to be right next to the "dressing room" of the bands. We saw RAIMUND MARASIGAN came out of the room and was talking to somebody on his phone. When he hung up, he stayed on the corridor and to talk to a guy. I just looked at him as we walk passed him to return to the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I told Nina and Jes, "Sayang di tayo nagpapicture." Nina said, "Tara balik tayo." But I was hesitant because we might appear rude because he's talking to somebody. They said, "Okey lang yan. Mag-eexcuse naman tayo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went back. Jessa asked Raimund kung pwedeng magpa-pic. He said, "sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to him. Inakbayan nya ako and we both face the camera. Grabe, and tagal nung cam dun sa phone ni Nina, nangawit na kami sa kangingiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said thank you to Raimund and then turn to go. But he said something so we stop and face him. "Are you guys watching the show tonight?" he repeated. I said yes and smiled at him. We think he speaks nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the line and saw that there's a booth giving a free henna tattoo so we went there but there are so many people. Then I told Jes to text her kuya because they might start admitting the people inside and we still don't have any tickets. A guy (actually he's a gay) overheard us and offered to give us tickets for free. I thought that he's only joking so he took them out from his pocket for me to see that he's serious. But there's one condition. We have to return to him the stub because they are going to pass them to their prof for incentives. We agreed and we got in easily because he's at the beginning of the line. Talk about lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's more. Jessa's kuya has an access on the backstage so we got to go there and meet the Bamboo band. We asked for their autographs and have our picture taken with them. They are so nice especially Bamboo. It's their band's turn on the stage (his bandmates are already there) but he's still on the back, signing autographs for Nina and I and posed for a few pictures. We said our apology for causing the delay but he said its okay and he also thanked us. baet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to have my picture taken with Myrene (sandwich) &amp; Ebe (sugarfree). Too bad Mark Abaya wasn't there so it’s Raimund's turn on the microphone. Astig nga eh, he even came up with a new dance routine that he called "Traffic in Espanya." If you already passed along Espanya then you'll have an idea what the dance looks like. s-l-o-w.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myrene &amp; Raimund are the nicest! When we're about to leave, we saw them on the parking lot while they are putting their stuff on the trunk. We asked Raimund if we could take another picture. He said sure. Since I already have a picture with him, Nina posed beside him. When Raimund saw that I'm only using a camera phone, he asked if "kakayanin ba yun. baka daw walang makita sa picture kasi madilim sa labas." Fortunately the picture is clear thanks to the spotlight nearby. We also have our picture taken with Myrene. She's so malambing. She even told us to take care before we left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a cool night. I really really hope I could watch RIVERMAYA soon. I never had any picture with them. It will be a good birthday gift for me. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a lot of Maya lovers who also have blogs. I already linked some of them. It was so nice to see people that share the same interest with you. Tenks to those who visited my blog and those who linked me! astig kayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngapala, wait for the pics I'll post them next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-110800311285724115?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/110800311285724115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=110800311285724115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/110800311285724115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/110800311285724115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/02/bambooed.html' title='bambooed'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-110757988886659027</id><published>2005-02-05T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T13:04:48.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jo, read this!</title><content type='html'>Today (American time), is my bestest pal's birthday. Happee Bertdey Jo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I can't be with her because her family migrated to States last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I terribly miss you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: Joan is one of the nicest people I know. She's an angel on earth, not to mention that pretty face fit for an angel. Yes, she might appear as goody goody but that doesn't mean she can't have an attitude. Believe me, she rocked a lot of dude's world. Many people want to be friends with her and I'm fortunate that she chose me as one of her best friends. Like a typical friendship, we have our ups and downs but what matters most is that our bond is getting stronger and stronger. I know that nothing, even the long distance between us,can ever separate us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got one regret, that is I didn't get to  hug her before she leave. I just bid her goodbye. Ey jo, please remind me to hug you tight the next time we meet. ok? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, always remember this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"if i had only one friend left i want it to be you"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll meet in Paris and have a shopping galore, diba? soon. soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything else. Words are not enough to describe someone as great as you. (Call it trite or whatever you like but what I wrote is true.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BITHDAY JO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hope you don't mind that i put down in words how wonderful life is while you're in the world&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-110757988886659027?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/110757988886659027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=110757988886659027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/110757988886659027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/110757988886659027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/02/jo-read-this.html' title='Jo, read this!'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-110733376143576991</id><published>2005-02-02T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T16:20:47.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>french fries</title><content type='html'>We went to ERDA last friday to finish our emersion project for Socio class. We just plan to teach the children since we're too broke to throw another party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also three French blokes there who also help the children. I think they have a program back in France where they'll sponsor a kid in here and bring that kid in France for a free education. I wanta ask the blokes kung pwede ako nalang yung dalhin nila sa France. haay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We accused one of them as a &lt;em&gt;pedo&lt;/em&gt;. Eh pano ba naman when the girl (the one that they chose to sponsor) came to him to make mano he pull her towards him and bit her neck. kader! Ewan, siguro madudumi lang yung isip namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a career orientation today. It was entitle, "What lies ahead?". If you ask me, the answer for that is easy, what lies ahead is the &lt;strong&gt;Unknown&lt;/strong&gt;. That's what makes life exciting. You wouldn't know what life has in store for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the profs discussed the different benefits if you choose the course that they're promoting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already made up my mind. I'm gonna take up &lt;strong&gt;Business Administration &amp; Accountancy&lt;/strong&gt;. Well unless if my mom let me transfer to Ateneo and take &lt;strong&gt;Creative Writing&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang bababa ng mga grades ko ngayon. Kailangan ng mag-aral ng mabuti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o sya sya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-110733376143576991?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/110733376143576991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=110733376143576991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/110733376143576991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/110733376143576991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/02/french-fries.html' title='french fries'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-110679350438157993</id><published>2005-01-27T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T10:38:24.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'> tips on how to flunk your exam</title><content type='html'>Preliminary Exam week is over! tenk god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tips: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) do not study at home.&lt;br /&gt;2) sleeping all day is advisable&lt;br /&gt;3) if you're fed up from sleeping, you can try watching tv or playing games on pc. you can do anything you want     except for reading your notes or book.&lt;br /&gt;4) you can start reading your reviewer 20 to 30 minutes before the examination time. yes, full time cramming. &lt;br /&gt;5) if you don't have a book for that subject or any notes at all, don't bother photocopying your classmate's.&lt;br /&gt;6) don't bring your calcu even though you have a strong feeling that you'll be needing it for the exam.&lt;br /&gt;7) don't listen on the proctor's instruction and don't read the instructions written on the test paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just follow these tips and you'll surely have failing grades at the end of the semester. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it from the expert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, yes, yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; I only review minutes before the prof arrives. &lt;strong&gt;  Afterall, I'm the CRAM QUEEN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; I don't have a book in eco because I &lt;em&gt;accidentally&lt;/em&gt; spent the dough my mom gave me to buy that book and I don't even bother borrowing my classmate's book to have it photocopied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; I forgot to bring my calcu and the proctor said we need it for solving problems in eco. Fortunately, the proctor is mabaet. He let us go out of the classroom to borrow from others. But Cherry &amp; I didn't get to borrow calculators because the other students need it too. Actually, kaming dalawa lang sa mga lumabas para manghiram ang bumalik ng room ng walang dala. typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; I always fail to read or listen for the instruction. First in comp lec, I didn't hear that we're suppose to draw the corresponding box for the flowchart. Buti na lang, Fran told me (tenks fran!). I manage to draw it before the prof get our papers. &lt;br /&gt;Hinde pa nadala, history repeats itself talaga. And this history reoccurs in Accounting. The True or False part of the test. I thought that the instructions say write T if the statement is true and F if its false. So that's what I did. After the test, we're doing the usual &lt;em&gt; "ask the smartest pupil on the class if what's her (HER. e.i. mary ann) answer on a certain number" and comparing of answers. &lt;em&gt;. That's when I found out that I made another stupid mistake. The instruction didn't say that write F if the statement is false, but write M if its false. It is 30 items and majority of the answers are FALSE (more or less 20 questions). damn! Accounting is difficult as it is. Why do they have to make it more difficult by giving complicated instruction? I know that the insruction is not complicated but it surely is misleading. what's up with that? Why do you have to write M if you could write F after all false starts with the letter F. why M? ano yun Mali, parang tama o mali? but the question is in english so you couldn't answer it with tagalog.  darn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o ayan, di kasi nagbabasa ng instruction nagpamalas nanaman tuloy ng katangahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; these are my confessions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Sometimes I watch &lt;em&gt; Lovers in Paris &lt;/em&gt;. The title capture my interest. No, not the lover but the word PARIS. I desperately want to go to this place popularly known as the City of Lights and have my dream house built there. I decided to watch that soap opera because they might show the beautiful sceneries from my belevod country (well, next to Philippines. Noypi pa rin ako syempre). That's when I saw &lt;strong&gt; Martin&lt;/strong&gt;. Gwapito! Laid-back rocker ang porma. I think he's more gwapo when he shaved and cut his hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I eat corned beef with itlog na maalat and toyo. I forgot from whom I got this idea but it's yummy. try it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I don't eat beef. Eh baket yung corned BEEF? wait, di pa kasi tapos eh. I don't eat beef except for the ground beef in tacos, burger &amp; yun nga, corned beef. Sometimes I don't like the beef burger, I prefer chicken or tuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I have a collection of SVJH books (sweet valley junior high). I love reading it back in highschool. Nakakahinayang naman kasing ibenta o ipamigay, madami yun atsaka pandagdag na rin sa collection ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I'm PIKON. sobra. pero wag nyo nang i-try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I'm addicted to videoke. Actually, also my two sisters. We always sing at home. Pare-pareho ring mga sintunado ang boses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I don't eat bananas. When I buy turon, I only eat the fried lumpia wrapper with melted brown sugar. I give the banana part to my ate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I used to be a Hanson bros fanatic. When I was in elementary, crush na crush ko sa ZAC (the youngest one &amp; the drummer). I still like their song entitled &lt;strong&gt; In your Dreams&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm not sure if it's correct but I still remember the chorus part. &lt;em&gt;"if i'm gone when you wake up please don't cry and if i'm gone when you wake up it's not goodbye don't live out your life with heartbreak and distress remember me remember me 'cause i'll be with you in your dreams"&lt;/em&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I'm paranoid. I like watching horror flicks but it usually end up with many sleepless nights because of my wild imagination. When I recover from that paranoia, I'll watch another scary movie. I really like creeping myself out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I'm a picture addict. I love having my picture taken. I think everyone have a vain side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) I'm a crybaby. Pinch me and I'll shred tears. kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i'm gonna tell it then i gotta tell it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reaching out&lt;/strong&gt;: the last part of the trilogy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday (012405), was our last trip to Tarlac. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just made Nanay Lorna answer the post test I prepared for her. Then I asked her if there's a part of the lesson that she didn't understand or if she wants to learn anything aside from the lesson assigned. She said no, so we just made chika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this one lady there in the name of Nanay Linda (Nanay Lorna's neighbor) who asked me this: "Kung di nyo mamasamain, para saan ba ito? Itong mga itinutiro nyo, para saan yun?" I paused and carefully construct my answer in my brain. I said, "Makakatulong po na malaman nyo 'to para po hinde kayo maloko ng mga masasamang loob. Halimbawa, may isang impostor na ginagamit yung pangalan nyo sa mga papeles mapapatunayan lang yun sa pamamagitan ng sulat kamay nyo. Isa pa po, maipapasa nyo yung mga natutunan nyo sa inyong mga anak sa pamamagitan ng pagtuturo sa kanila." I said a lot of things but I forgot my words. You know what, her question stuck in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also teach them some english words. They said that there are lots of Koreanos there and they couldn't understand a thing that they're saying because it's in english. I told them to tell me the words in tagalog and I'll translate it in english. It's fun!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I ask Nanay Lorna to join the little salo-salo we prepared for them. JM organized the so-called farewell party. He said that since it's our last day of NSTP, why not have a small gathering with our learners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They thanked us by singing a song. I don't know the title of the song but they its an old song and they just rephrase it and I even heard the Unibersidad ng Santo Tomas in one of the lines. Basta, astig talaga. And they also presented to us their tribal dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss Nanay Lorna. She even gave me three papayas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update:&lt;/strong&gt; My prof in Accounting considered the F-suppose-to-be-M thing. The results of my exam are so far so good. Some of the profs haven't return the papers yet so I'm keeping my fingers crossed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God is good and so is Ma'am Orpiano.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-110679350438157993?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/110679350438157993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=110679350438157993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/110679350438157993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/110679350438157993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/01/tips-on-how-to-flunk-your-exam.html' title=' tips on how to flunk your exam'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-110601612593311378</id><published>2005-01-18T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T10:42:05.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cutie cute cute</title><content type='html'>Check this rugrats out. I got this from a forwarded email. They're so damn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww,whatta smile. This baby looks like Magnolia when she was a tot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/Dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two cuties! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/mashimaru.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one is my fave. who's the real Mashi Maro?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't get it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the part where I complain about everything (well mostly about life injustices and the likes). Kung ayaw nyong mainis at ma-bored then skip this part but I advise you to keep on reading because you might find this fun. Gulo ko noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  My sisters annoy me when they always tell me this,&lt;em&gt; "Ikaw pag nagpapabili ka/ o may kailangan ka ang dali mong utusan pero ngayong wala na ang hirap mong utusan."&lt;/em&gt; I always answer it with,&lt;em&gt; "Natural, may kailangan nga ako eh. Syempre magpapakabait ako para gawan moko ng pabor alangan mo namang hinde kita sundin pag may inuutos ka saken eh di hinde moko ibinili nung pinapabili ko."&lt;/em&gt; Rude but I'm stating a fact and at least I'm being honest. And I'm not the only one who do this, there are others but they're too hypocrite to admit it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I think that fate is keeping me away from RIVERMAYA ( I know you're thinking "Haynaku si mareLLe Rivermaya nanaman." May papalag? bah, blog ko 'to). Anyway, yah I think that sometimes life is too unfair. For instance, last December 16 (Paskuhan) when Rivermaya played there which indicates that they're no longer banned in USTE and I've been waiting for that gig since God only knows when. But I didn't get to watch them because I didn't know that they're playing and it's too late when I found out about it because I already have some plans but if only I was informed earlier about it then I would have been able to squeeze it in my schedule. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sad thing, I'm suppose to watch their gig on Thursday. I planned everything, like I'll review Eco and Marketing early on wednesday afternoon so that I could go out on Thursday. I'm so excited because after months of waiting, I gonna see Maya again but last night Te Faye texted me that the gig is cancelled because Rico has a disease. It felt like I'm a child who has a big balloon but suddenly somebody pricked it with a needle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this some kind of life's ugly joke? I hope he'll quit it 'coz it's no longer funny. I guess totoo ang kasabihang &lt;em&gt; "Ibang klase magbiro ang tadhana."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I feel sorry for Rico because he's not feeling well and I'm not blaming him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I hate it when profs didn't discuss certain topics but they include it in the test. At the beginning of the semester, they are informed about the scope of topics included in the test but some profs just take their time. Sometimes they even don't attend the class. Then when the test week is coming and they're still not finish teaching the assigned topics, they'll just tell the students to self study. What the hell I'm paying you for if you won't teach me the things to be taught. I mean if you know that you have so many lessons to tell the class then you must organize your schedule. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I loath money-makers and I'm too tamad to justify this. Besides, who wouldn't hate them? Well maybe except for the rich ones because most of them are money-makers. Aren't they? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reaching Out: Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back to Tarlac last Sunday. I saw Nanay Lorna again. Then we reviewed the Ka,Ke,Ki's. Then I introduced to her the Da,De,Di's but she already knew them. I found out that she's having a difficulty reading two consonants that don't have a vowel in the middle; like dyaryo, palengke, trapal, etc. So I'm going to teach her that next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Breaking News &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're on our way back to Manila (from Tarlac), we saw a vehicle accident along the Expressway. An owner type of jeep was sandwiched between a truck (I think its ten wheeler) and a liner bus. The owner is so smashed up. It has one passenger and a driver. The wife (the passenger) is already dead and her body is leaning against her husband who's still alive and moving. But yesterday, Bevs told us that she watched it in the news and they said that the guy also died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was distressful. Please pray for the two souls.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Crazy Pics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/picsahagdanannaparaakongextra.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristal, Nina, Che &amp; She in Intramuros. Where's mareLLe??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/katrisunog.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan si Katri, kahit tulog pag-aaral pa rin ang nasa isip. Tingnan nyo yakap nya pa yung Eco book nya. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/smilingcontestbaito.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling contest of JM, Mira &amp; Che. Palaparan sila ng ngiti. Si Jessa, nakisali pa sa likod pero sa kanya yata palakihan ng pagsubo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/tulogonag-aaral.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-an, the smartest girl I know. She's also my seatmate kaya may kopyahan ako. Haha, joke lang yun noh. Pero madalas akong magpaturo sa kanya pag may di ako ma-gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/sigegerardngitilangsacamera.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerard with his killer smile. Dapat eto yung pinasa nya sa Precom pageant eh. :) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe, it's so cold. Masarap matulog sa umaga, kaso minsan badtrip pag kailangan mong gumising ng maaga. PE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I could really make myself laugh with my hilariousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Allister, "Di ba kayo nagkakasawaan ni Leo? Lagi kasi kayong magkatabi kahit saang subject."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I told him, "Tanungin mo nga si Leo ng &lt;strong&gt; Leo, nagsasawa ka na ba saken? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me, kadiri ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny diba? bwahahahaha.. if you don't get it then it's your lost 'cause I think it's hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uy, wish me luck. Our prelims is not over yet. (phil lit, marketing, eco and the most difficult of all, accounting) hayy, goodluck nalang saken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-110601612593311378?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/110601612593311378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=110601612593311378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/110601612593311378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/110601612593311378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/01/cutie-cute-cute.html' title='cutie cute cute'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-110549808209097605</id><published>2005-01-12T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T16:00:40.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reaching out</title><content type='html'>First of all, I want to thank the one who commented on my previous post. Chris, whoever you are thanks! wow, that was a long comment and quite an advice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, we went to Tarlac for our NSTP-LTS (Literacy Training Program). We have to teach the Aetas how to read and how to do the math. They'll assign one teacher to one learner in short its 1:1 basis. Ma'am Rhea (our facilitator), assigned me to Nanay Lorna. She's an adult aeta who has three children. We went to her house then I asked her basic stuffs because I need to fill up the learner's profile. I asked for her name, her livelihood, husband's and children's name and her birthday (FYI: some learners don't know the date of their birthday they, just answered kabilugan ng buwan or something. I'm glad Nanay Lorna knows the date of hers). After the learner's profile, I made Nanay Lorna write her whole name on the paper. Its part of the program, you first have to teach the learner how to write their own name. But she already knew how to write her name so I told her to write her husband's and children's name. She told me,&lt;em&gt; "Ang haba naman nun." &lt;/em&gt; I laughed and then told her that she also must know how to write it for future use. After the name writing, I gave her the pre-test I prepared. Then I started teaching her the Ka, Ke, Ki, Ko, Ku and the words that have that &lt;em&gt; katinig&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished the lesson early because Nanay Lorna already knew it. I just thought her some complicated words to widen her tagalog vocabulary and also to make sure if she really understood the lesson. I ask her to tell me some kwento about her and her family but she said she had none. I guess she's still shy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I said, "wag nyo pong kalimutan yung pangalan ko ha. Ano yung pangalan ko?" &lt;br /&gt;She answered, "Marelle. Di ko makakalimutan kasi yun rin yung pangalan nung kapatid ko."  &lt;br /&gt;"Ay ang galeng naman."&lt;br /&gt;"Pero lalaki sya."&lt;br /&gt;"Ay panlalaki pala yung pangalan ko dito."&lt;br /&gt;Then we both laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the kibitzer asked me if I could understand their language, which is Kapampangan. &lt;br /&gt;I answered no. &lt;br /&gt;He told me, &lt;em&gt;"Naku, dapat matuto ka. Baka mamaya ibinebenta ka na namin dito, di mo pa alam."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I laughed while saying ,"Naku wag naman po."&lt;br /&gt;Loko lang. Di ka naman namin ibebenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Nanay Lorna some Kapampangan words. Here's what I learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; uwa &lt;/em&gt; means yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; ali &lt;/em&gt; is no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; tabalo &lt;/em&gt; means ewan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said goodbye after that and returned to the Day Care of the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun. I can't explain the joy I feel when I help others especially whenever I see those smile on their faces. ( hoy di 'to joke.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have two Sundays left to finish the program. You could still read some stories about Nanay Lorna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saka na yung pics. I asked Ida to give some copies of picture taken by her digicam. Wait nyo na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; picture picture &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/3mukha.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina, Myself and Jessa. We're on  Lovers Lane (read my previous post entitled &lt;strong&gt; assorted &lt;/strong&gt; to know this place inside UST.) See the lights behind us? Too bad it wasn't that clear.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/apatsadilim.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Nina, Cristal and Jessa. In front of us and behind Albert (the one who took this pic) is the UST's giant christmas tree. If you want to see it go to UST. haha&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/cOttOnBuDs.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tropang B aka cottonbuds in comp lab. what's with the name? duh, go figure.&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/banyoqueens.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nina &amp; I on girls' loo. I call this pic &lt;strong&gt; banyo queens &lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/lollipopwithninaontheback.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mira and she while eating lollipop. This is their pa-cute pic.  nakikilala nyo ba kung sino yung extra sa likod?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/todopRoject.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2fmid's president.... ELSEWHERE (yan talaga yung name nya). wow, todo project.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/pnlitlngaqd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo's highschool grad pic. I can't stop laughing for 10 minutes when I first saw this. Leo, pinilit ka lang ba dito?.&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/byutirest.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another pic of Wewe (Elsewhere), during the sleep over at Che-che's. &lt;stong&gt;slumbering beauty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough. more pictures coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ey dice, meron nakong copy ng &lt;strong&gt; Rivermaya's YOU'LL BE SAFE&lt;/strong&gt;. Give me three days at sawa nako dun.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-110549808209097605?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/110549808209097605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=110549808209097605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/110549808209097605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/110549808209097605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/01/reaching-out.html' title='reaching out'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-110516963875135996</id><published>2005-01-08T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T15:38:55.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jobless</title><content type='html'>We took a test given by our guidance counselor which will help us decide which career we'll pursue. We got the result yesterday. There are two types of test. The first is a Personality Test and the other one is a test that determines your field of interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results of my tests are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality Test&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;center&gt; INTROVERT, INTUITIVE, THINKER, PERCIEVER&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Quiet, reserved, brilliant in exams, especially in theoretical or scientific subjects, logical to the point of hair-splitting. Interested mainly in ideas, with little liking for parties or small talk. Tend to have very sharply defined interests. Need to choose careers where some strong interests of theirs can be used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Live their outer life more with intuition, inner life more with thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ano, may aangal? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agreed with their evaluation except for the part where it states that I have a &lt;em&gt;little liking for parties or small talk &lt;/em&gt;. Because I'm one of the most talkative people I know and I do love partying. Anyway, here are the recommended jobs based on my personality: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an &lt;strong&gt;Ingenious Problem Solver&lt;/strong&gt;. ahem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLANNING AND DEVELOPMENT&lt;br /&gt;computer software designer&lt;br /&gt;computer program&lt;br /&gt;research and development specialist&lt;br /&gt;strategic planner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEDICAL&lt;br /&gt;physicist&lt;br /&gt;plastic surgeon&lt;br /&gt;pharmacist&lt;br /&gt;scientist: chemical/biology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROFFESIONAL&lt;br /&gt;economist&lt;br /&gt;psychologist&lt;br /&gt;financial analyst&lt;br /&gt;investigator (parang CSI)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACADEMIC&lt;br /&gt;archeologist&lt;br /&gt;mathematician&lt;br /&gt;historian&lt;br /&gt;philosopher&lt;br /&gt;college teacher of advanced students&lt;br /&gt;researcher&lt;br /&gt;logician&lt;br /&gt;college faculty administrator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CREATIVE&lt;/strong&gt;  [This is my favorite part so I put some personal comments.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographer ~~  Ever since I watched the movie &lt;em&gt;Stepmom&lt;/em&gt;, I added being a photographer as one of my dream jobs. It's Julia Roberts' occupation there. She took pictures for advertising companies. Is that cool or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative Writer ~~  Duh, do I have to explain it? I wouldn't be wasting my time typing this entry if I don't like writing. I'm a mad scribbler! I'm inspired by the books that I have read, namely &lt;ems&gt;The Alchemist&lt;/ems&gt; and &lt;ems&gt;Tuesdays with Morrie&lt;/ems&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist/ Entertainer/ Dancer ~~  artist? yeah, maybe impersonating some artists. hahaha entertainer? I have never really considered myself as an entertainer. dancer? is that a joke?!? But I really enjoyed my Social Dancing PE last semester. It was such a laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Musician&lt;/strong&gt; ~~  well well well.. hmm.. eh di lumabas rin ang katotohanan..  That I'm destined to be a musikera.. I have to practice my keyboards and I really really really need to learn how to play the drums.... God, help me fulfill the mission you have assigned to me (that is to promote rock/ska music across the world) by letting me have the capability or rather the money to buy a new drum set or at least fix my brother's old one and as well as by sending a talented person that could teach me how to play it. (will I be pushing it to the limit if I ask for MARK ESCUETA or RAIMUND MARASIGAN as my teacher? I could consider VIC MERCADO if that means I could hang around with BAMBOO &amp; IRA CRUZ.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agent ~~  agent? what kind of agent? a secret agent? or sales agent?  ay ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inventor ~~  Another dream of mine. I mean, it would be brilliant if I invented something especially if it will be named after me. Actually, we kind of have done it back when we were in high school. We have a subject called Research I-B where we have to develop things that could be a great help to humanity. Our group (the agave girls: shelilu, ningña, dayan and I) try weaving the fibers of an agave plant (similar to pineapple but have thicker fibers) into a cloth. Our study was successful, the cloth we made is comparable to other fiber made cloths such as banana,  but it still need some improvement.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interests Test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My highest is &lt;strong&gt;ARTS&lt;/strong&gt;. Here are the possible jobs that I could take:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commercial Artist&lt;br /&gt;Art Critic&lt;br /&gt;Artist&lt;br /&gt;Portrait Painter&lt;br /&gt;Sculptor&lt;br /&gt;Cartoonist &lt;br /&gt;Landscape Architect&lt;br /&gt;Stage Director&lt;br /&gt;Textile Designer&lt;br /&gt;Costume Designer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're all interesting. If I'll be given a chance, I'll do this all. Parang ang saya kasi. diba? diba? diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second is &lt;strong&gt;MUSIC&lt;/strong&gt;. Under this are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orchestra Conductor (pwede rin)&lt;br /&gt;Music Composer (pwedeng pwede)&lt;br /&gt;Pianist &lt;br /&gt;Violinist (It's the classical instrument that I want to learn how to play. Aside from the Piano because I already know how to play it.)&lt;br /&gt;Singer (how i wish. how i really really wish.)&lt;br /&gt;Choir Director (nah)&lt;br /&gt;Song Writer (sureness. I already written some poems but I don't know how to add a music accompaniment.)&lt;br /&gt;Organist (I could play some chords too.)&lt;br /&gt;Music Teacher (I don't have the patience.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Band Leader specifically rock band&lt;/strong&gt; sinabi ko na ngaba! See, I really am born to be a R-O-C-K-E-R. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, &lt;strong&gt;Linguistic&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journalist&lt;br /&gt;Foreign Correspondent&lt;br /&gt;Radio Commentator  (NU Rock DJ!)&lt;br /&gt;Newspaper Editor &lt;br /&gt;Magazine Writer  (cosmo?)&lt;br /&gt;Historian&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer&lt;br /&gt;WRITER&lt;br /&gt;Diplomatic Service&lt;br /&gt;AUTHOR&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer &lt;br /&gt;College Professor (I don't think so!)&lt;br /&gt;Columnist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Guidance Counselor, Ma'am Monica, is so nice. She gladly answers our questions and explains things to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough the result didn't say anything about business managing, I'm still going to pursue it. It is still clear in my memory, the first time I was able to sell something. I was at the counter of my lolo's grocery store when a woman inquires about the price of a certain product and then she bought it. I felt a certain joy from selling something. Besides, I still could have art, music and writing as my outlet. It didn't need to interfere with my studies. Look at some present pinoy rockers, they managed to finish their studies. One of the good example are the &lt;strong&gt;mayaboys&lt;/strong&gt;, they're all college graduates. (haha. ayaw ko talagang paawat. babanggitin ang Rivermaya tuwing may pagkakataon.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta,  I believe that I could succeed on whatever career I chosen to pursue if I'll work hard and be responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember my plan about skipping my comp lec class to watch the myx live episode of Rivermaya (RIVERMAYA NANAMAN?!?) but I cancelled my plan because my hell of a prof decided to schedule our test on that day? Eh yun nga, I reviewed and attend her class ek ek but guess what, she didn't turn up on that day. bwiset! bwiset! grrr!&lt;br /&gt;She wasted everything. First, I didn't get to watch Rivermaya plus the wasted effort I used to cram on reviewing because I didn't listen while she's explaining the lesson.  grrr talaga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasalamat sya diko alam yung pangalan nya, diko sya maisusumpa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;ay ngapala, I saw a bowl full of little advices on Ma'am Monica's table. I picked two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Never underestimate your power to change yourself."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't waste time responding to your critics."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laterdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-110516963875135996?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/110516963875135996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=110516963875135996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/110516963875135996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/110516963875135996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/01/jobless.html' title='jobless'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-110483292738037545</id><published>2005-01-04T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T15:48:49.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woozy</title><content type='html'>classes were resumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badtrip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masyado akong nagpakasaya nung christmas break, nanibago tuloy ako nung bumalik ako sa school. Ang hirap magsulat.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to finish my reaction paper for phil lit and my other requirement for LTS but I didn't memorize my speech. Eh pano ba naman two pages long yun. bahala na si batman.. err, ba't ko ba nasabi yun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more fucking thing.. I'm planning to skip my comp lec class on thursday to watch the &lt;strong&gt;RIVERMAYA&lt;/strong&gt; episode of myx live but my prof in that subject chose to schedule our quiz on that day. wow, galing tumiming. grrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still broke. dami kasing gastusin. at magastos kasi ako. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to write this.. &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE MAGNOLIA!&lt;/strong&gt; no explanations needed. (uy, it's my sister's name. I'm not referring to the name of the product.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that can make me cry (or wail):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) sad movies&lt;br /&gt;2) sad songs&lt;br /&gt;3) books with sad endings&lt;br /&gt;4) poverty (this has the greatest impact on me.)&lt;br /&gt;5) extreme happiness as well as extreme wrath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-110483292738037545?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/110483292738037545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=110483292738037545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/110483292738037545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/110483292738037545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2005/01/woozy.html' title='woozy'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-110448172010723226</id><published>2004-12-31T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T17:49:00.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my last post for 2004</title><content type='html'>a few hours from now, it'll be new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Christmas break will be soon over. Classes resumed at 010305. I think this vacation is great except for the absence of my bestest pal in the whole damn world. Her family migrated to states early this year kaya they experienced a white christmas. mishu terribly jo! kita na tayu sa France. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so broke. Pano ba naman eversince my vacation started I was always out of the house. Dayan, Wich and I always go out just to bum around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent Christmas day at my lola's. Then we went to Royal to go grocery shopping. what an unusal thing to do on the of xmas. We just bought nonsense stuff. Ang laki nung cart namen pero ang onti ng laman (my ate bought a clinic happy perfume, vodka lime, baby ruth, a pack of chewy chips ahoy and my favorite fig newton). Ewan ko ba kung baket kami namili nun. ayus sa trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the jacket my tita bought for me. Actually, I wanted to buy a blouse but I saw a pretty jacket in Karimadon but they don't have the color I want so my tita said to look for another store. Basta ayun, I found one and she bought it for me. Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Olongapo's fiesta yesterday. As usual, we ate lunch at Wich's. Dayan is addicted to the lumpiang shanghai, it's delicioso! I want to sleep early yesterday, but I keep on hearing the noise made by the battle on the band on the street near ours. Delibyo ang mga boses, ewan ko ba. baka walang nakapag-advice sa kanila na wala silang future bilang rockers. There was one guy who started singing the first two lines of 214 then he suddenly said, ulit ulit. Nakalimutan yata ang lyrics. pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a book today, Knocked-out by my Nunga-nungas (further further confessions of Georgia Nicholson). It's a post Christmas gift for myself. Georgia is so hilarious. You should read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back to school on monday, but I still haven't finished memorizing my oratory speech and I haven't started writing my reaction paper in Phil lit. Oh, and I also need to make two lesson plans for my LTS. All of these was due in Monday. It's okay, cramming is one of my talents naman. haay, goodluck nalang saken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay,enough nanga. I promised my mom that I'll clean our room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MANIGONG BAGONG TAON!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does &lt;em&gt;manigo&lt;/em&gt; means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-110448172010723226?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/110448172010723226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=110448172010723226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/110448172010723226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/110448172010723226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-last-post-for-2004.html' title='my last post for 2004'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-110386044058741068</id><published>2004-12-24T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T16:29:39.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>assorted</title><content type='html'>I've been so busy doing nothing at home. haha. kidding. We got lots of schoolworks. Our Christmas break started on December 17 but I still got some project to do. Tinapos ko muna lahat ng dapat gawin para sure na merry ang Christmas ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be ready for a two weeks long missed post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He Survived!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS DAUGHERTY is the sole survivor! They said that he's the player who lied the most that's why he outwitted, outplayed and outlasted everybody. Quoting Eliza, Chris is also a "scheming lying bitch." He is not my bet but if I have to choose between him and Twila, I have to choose Chris. I think Twila played well. She worked and tried hard just to win a million dollars. Her only mistake is swearing her son's name just to prove ther alliance with Amy and Leann but she failed to keep her promise. She got to justify her action though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/wwwth_sur10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for SURVIVOR PALAU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June &amp; Johnny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our prof in Phil Lit (whose name I don't know) required us to watch a play presented by Teatro Tomasino. It's about a 16 years old boy named Johnny and a 14 years old girl named June who met each other and founded a relationship. Just like any other young lovers, they engaged theirselves in a premarital sex which causes the impregnation of the girl. They tried solving their dilemma by living together and raising their baby. But since they're still minors and still not ready to face their responsibilities, their relationship didn't work out. (does the story sounds familiar? like a certain showbiz issue?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is quite simple but it serves as a mind and eye opener for the viewers especially for the members of the Generation Y who is the target audience of the play. There are lots of youth who faces the very same problem which is one of the causes of a broken family. It's sad to know that there are people who have a ruined future just because they're misguided and misinformed about sex. Parent should also do their part so that their children would avoid having a wrecked life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should always think of the consequences of our actions before doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kumukutikutitap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the play, Nina wanted to take a walk in the LOVERS LANE (don't ask). It's like a Luneta Park inside Uste the only difference is the &lt;em&gt;Yayas &amp; Kasambahays&lt;/em&gt; don't go there during their days offs. &lt;br /&gt;Mind you the place was so beautiful especially at night time because it was covered with lots of Christmas lights. They should relocate it in Policarpio Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday (121604), my groupmates in my Socio class went to Divisoria to buy gifts for the children of the foundation we're going to help. Haay grabe, ang daming tao at ang mumura ng mga paninda. 5 pesos each for the combs (take note: in neon colors) and 90 pesos for a set of toothbrush (30 pcs but not in neon. :p) wudjubiliv?! nakakaiyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paskuhan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che texted me that we're going to meet in BK at 5 o'clock before going to Paskuhan. This is an annual event observed by Thomasians. They have programs, free food, mass, fireworks and many more. Since there'll be no fireworks for this year because they decided to donate the money to the victims of Typhoon Yoyong, we agreed to leave early and go to Che-che's to have a slumber party. woowee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived on the meeting place 40 minutes late. My excuse is traffic jam in Espanya which is half true. We went inside Uste to wander around and to get some food. They lighted the giant Christmas Tree and all the lights covering the area. It was so PERPLEXING. (whattaword. noh dice?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're about to leave the place, May (my ate) texted me, "tugtog &lt;strong&gt;RIVERMAYA&lt;/strong&gt; maya dito sa Paskuhan." I stopped dead on my track. I immediately replied, "di nga. sino nagsabi? what time daw sila tugtog?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for her reply, I ask &lt;strong&gt;JAPS SERGIO&lt;/strong&gt; if it's true. He said that it's true and they're on their way to the university. I can't believe it! Huli ako sa balita. Then I asked him if how many songs they're going to play. It's okay for me to miss the gig if they're just going to play 3 to 4 songs. But he replied that it's one set. ( According to TE FAYE, 1 set is more or less 12 songs. depending on the given time. Ay tenks ngapala Te for replying to my texts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to cry during that time (ambabaw). I'm between two bunch of people I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First are my friends. Che worked hard for our little Christmas party to take place. Besided, it might be our last Christmas together because next year we'll have different major courses. Actually ako lang yata ang mapapahiwalay kasi lahat sila gusto ng Accounting ako lang ang BA. Anyway, I can't miss that sleepover because it means alot to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Rivermaya. My most fave band in the whole wide universe. I've been waiting for them for months to play in Uste but now that they're coming I'm the one who can't make it. I really want to watch them because they might play YOU'LL BE SAFE (I'm inlove with that song).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse I chose my friends. Ayoko namang sabihin nila na mas inuuna ko ang Maya kesa sa kanila. Tsaka naniniwala ako na ginagantimpalaan ang mga tao na may isinakripisyo. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hinay-hinay Lang sa Pag-iyak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we're on our way to Che's house, I keep on singing LIWANAG SA DILIM with Nina &amp; Jessa as my backup singers. I don't care if other folks are hearing my terrible voice because I'm already devastated. (I want to acknowledge NINA &amp; JES for understanding and sticking with me during that night. You guys know how much I like Rivermaya. Tenkyu!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May texted me when the clock ticked 09:41 (not that I checked) and said that , RIVERMAYA NA!" She texts me everytime the band is singing a song.(how thoughtful of her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the list:&lt;br /&gt;1) a love to share&lt;br /&gt;2) ulan&lt;br /&gt;3) elesi&lt;br /&gt;4) 214&lt;br /&gt;5) wag na init ulo (I could imagine the Maya boys bopping their heads to the tune while playing this.)&lt;br /&gt;6) alab ng puso&lt;br /&gt;7) karayom&lt;br /&gt;8) magasin of e'heads&lt;br /&gt;9) awit ng kabataan&lt;br /&gt;10) kisapmata&lt;br /&gt;11) intro ng you'll be safe (yep. just the intro)&lt;br /&gt;12) umaaraw umuulan&lt;br /&gt;13) balisong&lt;br /&gt;14) hinahanap-hanap kita&lt;br /&gt;15) liwanag sa dilim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, they played 15 songs! I really really hope that my sacrifice will paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/rm_beatles.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're all i want for xmas. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Love To Share&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have this project in my Sociology class called EMERSION where we have to help people from different sectors. Our group was assigned to help Women or Children. So we went to an institution where they teach children who pick garbage on the dampsite. The name of the institution is ERDA (I'm not sure if it's correct, I have to ask my groupmates).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We feed them and organized games for them. Me and HANNAH were assigned to interview the kids so I got to bond with them by asking basic stuffs such as their names and the likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got two fave kids there. One is JESSICA and the other is SHAIDER (pulis pangkalawakan). They're both cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children have good manner too. While we're feeding them, they asked us to join them. "Ate kain po." They also thanked us after the party then JANWYN (the most maldita kid in there) said, "sana po nag-enjoy kayo dito." Aww, sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is a Piece of Cake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/fruitcake_book.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the book &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;FRUITCAKE&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It was written by the ERASERHEADS and edited by JESSICA ZAFRA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about a girl named FRANNIE WEI who wore an eyeglasses and ponytail. Her advertures begin when she decided to ran away from home because she feel lonely in her big room in their very big house. She met the CAROL KINGS (Spanky, Blemon, Henry &amp; Sur) whose wearing an odd outfit. They invited her to come to their hometown called FRUITCAKE HEIGHTS where she met Bobo the wiseman and his brother Dodo the Headmaster, the mayor, the Motherpackers, the Town Cryer, Lord of the Rhum and his wife Loretta, Skids kids, Fruitfairy, Bakerboy, XMASCOM, and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is not that great but it reminds the readers the true essence of Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the season for being happy&lt;br /&gt;            but the reason is dead and gone&lt;br /&gt;         If the reason for being happy&lt;br /&gt;            takes a backseat when the season's done&lt;br /&gt;         Take a bite&lt;br /&gt;            It's alright..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               [fruitcake.eraserheads]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo. that was long. it's almost Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PACEM IN TERRIS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-110386044058741068?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/110386044058741068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=110386044058741068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/110386044058741068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/110386044058741068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2004/12/assorted.html' title='assorted'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-110197885976504008</id><published>2004-12-02T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T14:27:22.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>best things in life are free</title><content type='html'>Last friday, I went to a concert for a cause, a project of UST's student's council. The title of the event is LIVRE. UST students have free admission. All they have to do is show their school id &amp; give an old highschool or elementary textbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun. One thing's not great though, they have a very bad sound system. The mic of the vocalist will suddenly turn off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the bands who performed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/bambooonthecouch.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm the war that comes to you, the plague that follows through."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/cambio.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sinong marunong pumunta pwede ba akong sumama sa..." I love this song! kakaaliw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/haringsablay.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sila ang mga HARI NG SABLAY. at ako ang prinsesa..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/sponge.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Naalala ko ang mga gabing nakahiga sa ilalim ng kalawakan." Too bad they didn't play CRAZY FOR YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/chicosci.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahal ko sila.period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I can't find a pic of IMAGO &amp; MOONSTAR 88(with their new vocalist) and forgive my memory for I forgot who the other performers are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be living you a question,can you hate a friend even if you don't want to hate him/her because you know you don't have any reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laterdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-110197885976504008?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/110197885976504008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=110197885976504008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/110197885976504008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/110197885976504008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2004/12/best-things-in-life-are-free.html' title='best things in life are free'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-110137715192501438</id><published>2004-11-25T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T18:21:02.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures that paint a thousand words</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/FunnyPic.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our wacky group pic. This was taken after our finals in PE last sem (social dancing).daryll, nina, mira, jm, che &amp; amjay. I'm the one on the front doing my marilyn monroe pose. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src ="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/DaryllAmjayMichael2.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three guys in formal wear. jm, daryll &amp; amjay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src ="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/komerswikgouplakmeninina.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;commerce week. mira, she, che &amp; cristal. wala pa kami ni nina, pero walang tatalo kay jessa sa pagiging latecomer. peace tayo jes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v509/bottledhiccups/kaminininacomerswik.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nina &amp; I. cuteness ng headress namen noh? parusa para sa mga late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time na lang yung ibang pics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badtrip, lex (actually it's chad but I'm fond of calling him lex luther), was voted out in survivor. I don't have any reason left to watch survivor vanuatu. they shouldn't picked on him. sniff sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-110137715192501438?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/110137715192501438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=110137715192501438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/110137715192501438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/110137715192501438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2004/11/pictures-that-paint-thousand-words.html' title='pictures that paint a thousand words'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-110111559076651627</id><published>2004-11-22T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T17:26:30.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm lonely &amp; sad</title><content type='html'>My life is such a wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I keep on running out of cash. I have so many school expenses that my allowance is insufficient to cover it all. Damn, those money makers in that institute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always lock myself in my room (it's roi's room too, so there's no privacy at all) because I decided to stop talking to everyone in the house. Except for roi but I seldom talk to her unless I got something important to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnolia and I fought. She's so mad at me that she want me out of the house but she can't makes me leave because Ma is the one who's paying the rent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May is not talking to me because I accidentally pulled the computer's plug from the outlet while she's playing. She thought that I purposely did it so she started cursing me but I didn't listen because I was watching TV. It makes her even madder because I wasn't paying attention to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so eager to getaway from this house (and from the other people living in here). There are two thing that are hindering me from doing so: my mom (i don't have the heart to hurt her) and the lack of money ( you still need money for food and for everything else).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the right time comes, I'll runaway and never to return again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Satruday (112004), Shery treated us to BURGER KING because it's her 19th birthday. We gave her a big cake from GOLDILOCKS and we sang happy birthday so loud  that the other folks eating there are looking at us. It was so fun. All the TROPANG B are there plus the AMPONS (namely albert, wewe &amp; airish).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, tenks for the delicious brunch. matanda ka na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait for my next post I'm going to put some pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-110111559076651627?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/110111559076651627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=110111559076651627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/110111559076651627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/110111559076651627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-lonely-sad.html' title='i&apos;m lonely &amp; sad'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-109964223788474848</id><published>2004-11-05T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T10:06:51.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>primero dia</title><content type='html'>first day of the second semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up at around 8 in the morning. I went to the bathroom and took a shower for almost one hour. Then I wear pambahay and towel dried my hair. Since it's still early (9:15), I watch SHREK 2 on DVD while munching on OREOS (my brunch before going to school. um yummy!) After that, I change to my uniform and brush my hair unhurriedly. I finally left for school when my arms got tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suprisingly, I'm not late but 3/4 of the class is already there. All the TROPANG B is there except for JESSA (well, what's new??). I didn't like the seat ther reserve for me. It's on the far side of the row. If I sit there, I might as well not attend the class because there's no difference. I wouldn't learn anything from that seat. I guess they forgot that I'm SO SO DEAF and BLEARY EYED. I look for other vacant chair but they're all on the far corners. damn! I should have got there early so I could choose a better place. Haay, so much for being fashionately late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I transfer to this chair on the front corner. After a few minutes the comp lec prof arrived. She introduced herself as SHIRLEY TENG (muntik ko ng maging ka-surname). She just discussed the do's and dont's while you're in her class then she checked the attendance before leaving. She only talked for about 15 minutes but I couldn't bring myself to listen so I just spent the time staring at my shoes and thinking that I forgot to shine it. Great, first period on the first day of classes and I'm already not paying attention to the prof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got friggin' bored waiting for the next prof so I decided to cut class and just go home. I told AKHIE to text me later if the other profs showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to do my eskapo quickly before the next prof arrives. I didn't get to say adios to my amigas. (umm, I've been saying a lot of Spanish terms lately because of PUSS in BOOTS. cuteness!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che texted me when they found out that I left without saying goodbye. She asked if I'm angry at them.&lt;br /&gt;Here's my reply: nope.di me glit.trip.boring kc s rum.c u n lng 2m.&lt;br /&gt;She didn't reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristal also texted me. She asked,"hey, glit k b s akin? ang kulit kc ni phopho atska ngpaalm cya ky jessa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?? What the hell do I care about PHOPHO? (no offense meant) I don't have any idea what she's talking about. I guess she's referring about the reserved seat. Anyway, I sent the same reply except that I added that I'm playing RAGNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the rest of the day watching TV and playing games on PC. It's far more exciting than staring at my shoes or fingernails while someone do their talking at the front of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhie informed me that the BA prof didn't come but the ACCT'G prof did. She cheched the attendance and started the discussion. I'll use Akhie's term, she said it was "SOBRANG BORING. LAHAT INAANTOK." Good thing I spare myself from the fucking boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leche. Nagkasipon pa ako. I keep on sniffing. Para na akong adik. Could it be bad karma for cutting classes very early this semester or for constantly cursing? haay, sniff sniff.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Day 2 (parang survivor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it's also considered as first day because we have different subjects for MWF. So I called it the 2nd first day of classes. Does it make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, I end up sitting on the chair they reserved for me because I don't have a better option. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sense it all now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be another busy and exhausting semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tons of homework.&lt;br /&gt;impossible projects.&lt;br /&gt;difficult quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;unfair profs.&lt;br /&gt;sleepless nights.&lt;br /&gt;cramming (one of my talents).&lt;br /&gt;overpriced books (they always have some excuse so the students will be force to buy  new books).&lt;br /&gt;eyebags (urgh!).&lt;br /&gt;going out with friends will be lessen (it's either you're too tired and sleeping in your free time is more ideal or you're too broke because of unendless school projects that you have no choice but to stay at home).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll survive this semester. wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-109964223788474848?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/109964223788474848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=109964223788474848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/109964223788474848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/109964223788474848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2004/11/primero-dia.html' title='primero dia'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-109922062878917844</id><published>2004-10-31T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T19:03:48.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding bells. church vows.</title><content type='html'>   the title must have given you an idea.&lt;br /&gt;   someone's getting married.&lt;br /&gt;   no. it's not me.&lt;br /&gt;   well, not at the present time but probably in the future. &lt;br /&gt;   when?&lt;br /&gt;   i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;   so who's getting married?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   she and her college boyfriend finally decided to tie the knot after __ years of steady relationship. sorry, i don't know the exact figure so i leave it blank.&lt;br /&gt;   i don't have any idea about their wedding plans because my sister and I don't talk about it. I also don't want to ask her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   last week she told me na,"Marelle, ikaw yung maid of honor."&lt;br /&gt;   "MAID OF HONOR?!"&lt;br /&gt;   "ay mali. BRIDE'S MAID pala."&lt;br /&gt;   "ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   then i changed the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I know she's my sister but does she have to involve me in her wedding? haha. just kidding. She's my favorite sister nga eh. don't tell the other one ha. magtatampo nanaman yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   tama na nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I'm not comfortable talking about the personal lives of my love ones. that's why i didn't put their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   oy it's different from gossip. you might think that i'm CHISMOSA, which is true. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   for me, GOSSIP is WHEN YOU HEAR SOMETHING YOU LIKE ABOUT SOMEONE YOU DON'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   new lay-out!&lt;br /&gt;   it's a bit feminine but guess what, I'm a girl.&lt;br /&gt;   it kinda suites me since i'm an undeclared member of NBSBS. go figure. i don't mind though. i love taking my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   even though my lay-out gave you a sad ambiance, don't expect my posts to be the same. it'll still gonna be as wacky and weird as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   NOTHING IS PERMANENT BUT CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Laterdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-109922062878917844?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/109922062878917844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=109922062878917844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/109922062878917844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/109922062878917844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2004/10/wedding-bells-church-vows.html' title='wedding bells. church vows.'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-109877927300050642</id><published>2004-10-26T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T16:49:11.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's in my playlist</title><content type='html'>It took&lt;br /&gt;one look&lt;br /&gt;and forever lay out in front of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One smile&lt;br /&gt;then I die &lt;br /&gt;but it will be revived by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was&lt;br /&gt;thought I had everything &lt;br /&gt;figured out&lt;br /&gt;goes to show just how much I know&lt;br /&gt;bout the way life plays out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;i take one step away&lt;br /&gt;and I find myself coming back&lt;br /&gt;to you&lt;br /&gt;my one and only&lt;br /&gt;one and only&lt;br /&gt;you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know&lt;br /&gt;that I know not a thing at all&lt;br /&gt;except the fact that I am yours &lt;br /&gt;and that you are mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,&lt;br /&gt;if you told me that it wouldn't be easy&lt;br /&gt;and Oh,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one to complain&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[your song. paroks]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I love this song. I keep on playing it in the computer while I'm typing something. My father begged me to play other songs because he can't take it anymore. I play GOOD RIDDANCE by GREENDAY and I MISS YOU by INCUBUS and hit the repeat button. hehe. malditang anak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I went back to USTE for our enrolment. fuck. It drained my energy. They should think of a better system because what they use right now is not effective. I also run out of slot for the PE that I want now I have to take TABLE TENNIS. I heard that the prof there is a TERROR but I don't care. It's my last PE. tenk god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I miss RIVERMAYA. I wonder when will I be able to catch their gig again. I want to watch any of my favorite band's gig. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still freakin' bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOV 3 is the beginning of the second sem. not fair. not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailangang sulitin ang sembreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any kwento. next time na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-109877927300050642?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/109877927300050642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=109877927300050642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/109877927300050642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/109877927300050642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2004/10/whats-in-my-playlist.html' title='what&apos;s in my playlist'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-109834840603165414</id><published>2004-10-21T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T17:52:21.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Card</title><content type='html'>I passed all my subjects and I don't have a tres. Yey! My lowest grade is two flat (ERRATUM, PEOPLE: my lowest grade is 2.5. You could say to my face DREAM ON! for saying that it's 2.00). wudjubiliv?! Sometimes i like my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my haircut done.(I know this post is way way too late.) I told the hairdresser to chop all my hair off but he won't do it. Nanghihinayang ang loka. He keep on insisting that he would just give me a trim. (Or should I say SHE?) Err, anyway I told him to make it at least shoulder length because I'm tired of having long wavy locks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my new hairdo, eventhough others teased me about it. Tenks to those who complement it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so freaking bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched WHITE CHICKS with SHELILU. That movie is totally hilarious. The WAYAN BROS. know their thing. You guys should watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-109834840603165414?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/109834840603165414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=109834840603165414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/109834840603165414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/109834840603165414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2004/10/class-card.html' title='Class Card'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-109793443844392326</id><published>2004-10-16T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T21:47:18.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romy &amp; Michelle's High School Reunion</title><content type='html'>   Before anything else, I would like to greet HEIDEN CHAN a BELATED HAPEE BERTDEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***   &lt;br /&gt;   My previous post is full of wrath but I promise that there'll be NO MORE DRAMA in my entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;   We finally got our highschool yearbook after 48 years of waiting. I only got one comment: ang ganda ng cover. Dun na nagtatapos yun. Hanggang cover lang. Wag ng buklatin ng di madismaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I went back to "Kabundukan ng Kalayaan" (current location of Regional Science High School) with Dayan, Wich &amp; Barbel. Binulabog namen sila dun. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We checked our our dating tambayan, the cafateria. Andun pa rin sina Ate Alice, Ate Alma &amp; Ka Balo. Kinukulit ko nga sila, hinihingi ko yung malaking malaking poster ni RICO BLANCO na ATAT! pero ayaw ibigay saken kasi baka habapin daw nung PEPSI. Sinabi ko na lang na ihingi nila ako at sabihin nila na pag binigayan ako, di nako iinom ng COKE. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I leafed through the pages of our yearbook and here are the things  that caught my eyes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ambition:&lt;br /&gt;         + To be a successful and rich OFW. (bagong bayani)&lt;br /&gt;         + To seek the highest political position in the Philippine. (baket nawawala ba?)&lt;br /&gt;         + To solve crime. (wow. goodluck.)&lt;br /&gt;         + To be a director of Harry POtter movies. (sorry hanggang book seven lang ang &lt;br /&gt;           Harry.)&lt;br /&gt;         + To discover the cure for AIDS. (marami rin ang gustong madiskubre yan. goodluck&lt;br /&gt;           na lang.)&lt;br /&gt;         + To fly and to turn back time. (wich, diko sasabihing iyo 'to.)&lt;br /&gt;         + To be somebody someday. (naku, mahirap yan.)&lt;br /&gt;         + To be simple, cool and a famous guy. (di yan matutupad. taas kasi ng pangarap &lt;br /&gt;           mo eh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   One-word description:&lt;br /&gt;         + chinese (tama ba ito?!?)&lt;br /&gt;         + total performer (one word nga eh!)&lt;br /&gt;         + pulchritudinous (ano daw??)&lt;br /&gt;         + problematic&lt;br /&gt;         + exotic&lt;br /&gt;         + silent worker (isa pa 'to. kulet!)&lt;br /&gt;         + kumag (pede rin. one word nga naman.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Motto:&lt;br /&gt;         + Dream on! (starstruck?!?)&lt;br /&gt;         + I may grow old but I never grow up. (ah ewan.)&lt;br /&gt;         + Love thy neighbor's wife. (panalo 'to.)&lt;br /&gt;         + An apple a day makes 364 1/4 apple a year. (galing sa math.)&lt;br /&gt;         + I'll be your crying shoulder...I'll be your love's suicide... I'll be better &lt;br /&gt;           when I'm older... I'll be the greatest fan of your life. (tama bang gamitin ang&lt;br /&gt;           kanta?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ayaw talagang paawat ng mga batchmates ko. kakamiss talaga kayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Here's our grad song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road. &lt;br /&gt;   Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go. &lt;br /&gt;   So make the best of this test, and don't ask why. &lt;br /&gt;   It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right. &lt;br /&gt;   I hope you had the time of your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind. &lt;br /&gt;   Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time. &lt;br /&gt;   Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial. &lt;br /&gt;   For what it's worth, it was worth all the while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   [good riddance. greenday]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-109793443844392326?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/109793443844392326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=109793443844392326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/109793443844392326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/109793443844392326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2004/10/romy-michelles-high-school-reunion.html' title='Romy &amp; Michelle&apos;s High School Reunion'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-109767204564972546</id><published>2004-10-13T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T21:00:16.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From an Introvert's Point of View</title><content type='html'>   It sucks when people don't give a damn on your interests and on the things that you do. I'ts like they're neglecting who you really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Well, I don't care. I am what I am. I'll do what I want.&lt;br /&gt;    I can listen to RIVERMAYA and all the rock and ska bands I want.&lt;br /&gt;    I like blogging and I don't give a shit if nobody's reading my posts.&lt;br /&gt;    I will play RAGNAROK until my eyes hurt.&lt;br /&gt;    I like drawing eventhough no one appreciates my art.&lt;br /&gt;    I do curse a lot.&lt;br /&gt;    I'll practice playing my keyboards anytime I want.&lt;br /&gt;    I like reading books and I like talking about the things that I've read especially&lt;br /&gt;     the ones that amazed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You may think that I'm a whiner and I may sound bitter but you can't expect me to just shut my fucking mouth when I'm angry. This is how I express myself and lots of folks don't get it because they don't wanna listen. Heck! I'm not a good listener either but I'm trying my best to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It's hard talking to a person that don't share the same interests with you. ABSOLUTE SHITNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I would like to acknowledge everyone who took some of their posh time just to visit my blog and also those who are trying to understand my crazy mind. Your efforts are fully appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;    TENK YU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     HELL WEEK (finals week) is finally over but DOOMSDAY (issuance of clearance) will be coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-109767204564972546?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/109767204564972546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=109767204564972546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/109767204564972546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/109767204564972546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2004/10/from-introverts-point-of-view.html' title='From an Introvert&apos;s Point of View'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-109694575947875589</id><published>2004-10-05T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T14:42:39.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Career Talk</title><content type='html'>    I'm supposed to be reviewing for my finals pero dahil dakilang pasaway, I can't resist the urge to check my blog and post something in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Last night I finished reviewing my notes early so I helped Magnolia answer her reviewer/questionnaire for civil service exam. We answered the English part first, I told her to skipped the Math since I'm not good at it either. What ironic is I'm taking up commerce where practically the main goal is "add investments, multiply income, decrease expenses and divide profits"; In other words it's full of mathematics! It's not that I'm totally lacking on the Math side, it's just that I'm not a fucking math genius. Besides I like English better, the synonyms and the likes. I had fun helping her. We spent a great sister-sister bonding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I've been wondering if I should shift to AB and take Creative Writing. Nah, I chose commerce, I should finish it. I'm having a difficulty on choosing what course I should majot in commerce. I got four options: Accounting, Business Management (BA), Economics and Entreprenuer (triple E).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my opinions for the said options:&lt;br /&gt;    Acct'g- I can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;    BA- It's fine. (My prof here is a hopeless clown.)&lt;br /&gt;    Eco- My grades in here are not bad so I guess it's easy. The only prob is I&lt;br /&gt;        don't have any idea on how much does an economist earn.&lt;br /&gt;    Triple E- I think it's quite okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Hey guys, help me decide.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;   To all those folks who's wondering where the hell is my shoutbox, do you see that thing up there? No, not the girl with blood dripping from her mouth. I'm referring to the thing on the upper right. Yeah, the box woth a scroll bar. Scroll it down and you'll see what you're looking for. Feel free exploring my blog, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Gotta go. Got a test in stat today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;countdown: There are still FOUR fucking schooldays to go before sembreak!&lt;br /&gt;           Can hardly wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-109694575947875589?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/109694575947875589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=109694575947875589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/109694575947875589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/109694575947875589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2004/10/career-talk.html' title='Career Talk'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-109653510832325859</id><published>2004-09-30T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T17:14:34.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurly-Burly</title><content type='html'>   The religious couple Chip &amp; Kim won the amazing race. Yey! My bet won. I don't like Colin to win because he's so hot-tempered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;   Last 092604 (sunday) was DAYAN's, one of my best buds (hey, a girl can have 2 best buds) &amp; ATE FLOR's, rm of rm (road manager of rivermaya, getch?), birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Hapee Bertdey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Kuya Mikee &amp; Kuya Japs planned a surprise bday bash for ate flor at jolibee (rockwell) around 6pm on 092504. Tenks nga pala ATE FAYE for informing me. I thought you were asking me about the REDHORSE's MUZIKLABAN. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Too bad I wasn't able to attend the party because my group in pe has to practice our presentation for finals.&lt;br /&gt;   Magnolia (ofcourse with erwin) came and fetch me after our practice then we watched "THE NOTEBOOK", the movie that was inspired by NICHOLAS SPARKS' novel with the same title.&lt;br /&gt;   I was so bored during the beginning of the movie that I almost fell asleep but as the story develops, it started to capture my attention. &lt;br /&gt;   I think I'm going to read the book version. ATTENTION: To those who have a copy of that book, couldja please lend it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Next week will be our finals week.&lt;br /&gt;   I need to study my butt off so that my class card wouldn't be (as I like to put it) "naliligo sa tres."&lt;br /&gt;   Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "MINSAN MASARAP MAG-REVIEW." &lt;bob ong/abnkkbsnpla ako!?!&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  countdown: There are still 8 schooldays to go!&lt;br /&gt;             Naaamoy ko na ang sembreak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Laterdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-109653510832325859?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/109653510832325859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=109653510832325859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/109653510832325859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/109653510832325859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2004/09/hurly-burly.html' title='Hurly-Burly'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195890.post-109585732504099375</id><published>2004-09-23T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T16:08:56.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>linggo ng komersyo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been a while since the last time I posted something in here. And that last post wasn't that long either. So here are the updates of the things that happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Commerce Week (from sept 13-18). Let me tell you the activities and the things that I've done during this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0913 (mon)&lt;br /&gt;There's an activity in the morning but I don't know what it is, I guess it's the opening ceremony for the said college week, but whatever it is, the only thing that I'm concerned about is that there's no classes, except for Accounting, our last subject. Since it's a major subject plus we can't really afford to miss a single lesson because we find it very difficult so the 2fmid have a complete attendance during that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0914(tue)&lt;br /&gt;We went to our PE class which is social dance because we have a practicum. (yes it's true, I took social dance for my PE this semester and I'm proud to say that we only got ONE meeting left and it's finally over. I endured it! Ha-ha.) We ask our prof if we could leave after we took our test because we need to attend the convocation for Precom students and she said yes. Don't ask me what's the convocation is all about and who's the speaker because I didn't listen. I just texted all the people who texted me during the weekend but I haven't replied to because my load had a zero balance. We had lunch at KFC afterwards then we just talked about our radio play for our lit project since we had no classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0915(wed)&lt;br /&gt;All the profs conduct classes, we even have comp lab.&lt;br /&gt;This is the day when all the excellent students from commerce are recognized. I'm happy to say that four of those students are my classmates and pals, namely Che-che, Cristal, Mean &amp; JM. Too bad we didn't get a chance to watch their recognition because they're excuse from attending the class while we're not.&lt;br /&gt;Three precom officers came to our room selling tickets for SUGARFREE and SANDWICH gig. Since I'm my usual makulit self, I asked them lots of questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3guys: Baka po gusto nyong bumili ng tiket para po sa gig ng sandwich &amp;     sugarfree bukas sa med audi. (syempre isa lang sa kanila yung nagsabi nun but since di ko sila kilala, I'll just call them the 3guys.)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Magkano?&lt;br /&gt;The 3guys: twenty pesos lang.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Akala ko libre kasi nakalagay dun sa poster, Pinoy Sugar for Free.&lt;br /&gt;The 3guys: Hinde, may bayad yun. Starting 6pm hanggang 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;Me: 8? Ang bilis naman!&lt;br /&gt;The 3guys: (Tawa lang. Siguro nakukulitan na saken.)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Totoo bang andun yung sandwich?&lt;br /&gt;The 3guys: oo.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sige pabili ng 2 tikets. (wala akong dalang pera nun kaya nanghiram muna ako kay mira. Tenks ulet mira! Bumili rin sina Katri &amp; co.)&lt;br /&gt;Ano yun naka-upo kame?&lt;br /&gt;The 3guys: oo.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Pagtatayo ako, gusto ko sa stage ako tatayo ha.&lt;br /&gt;The 3guys: (tawa lang ulet. Malapit na siguro akong bumingo. Hehe)&lt;br /&gt;Salamat sa mga bumili ng tiket. Next sem BAMBOO naman.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Gusto ko RIVERMAYA naman.&lt;br /&gt;The 3guys: (Ngiti lang sila habang palabas ng room.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kainis! Kelan kaya ako makakanood ng gig ng maya sa uste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0916(thur)&lt;br /&gt;We thought that we're gonna have a class on that day but our first two profs didn't attend the class (ma'am eco &amp; sir stat). We want to leave the classroom but we have to wait for ma'am lit &amp; sir management. After mr. suson dimissed us at exactly 3:30, we went to jobee to eat before watching the gig.&lt;br /&gt;They said that the show will start at 6pm but since the ticket only cost twenty pesos we knew that a lot of folks will watch the show and we don't want to end up standing at the very back of the auditorium. When we arrived there, they're still not admitting the people inside. We have to wait for 63 years (not that I counted), and endure the awful smell of formalin because the audi is right across the room where medical students study real dead bodies. Some of my block mates peeked on the open window of that room to see one of the dead bodies lying there. I didn't try to look at it because I know that I'll be gross out. Yes, I'm too chicken to do it. They said that the body is already black, I feel sorry for that person because he end up being the subject of those med students. I think everyone deserves a decent funeral but due to poverty some of the dead bodies are being sold to medical schools.&lt;br /&gt;When they finally allowed the people to enter the audi, Wich called me. She said that she and Francis broke up (again?!) but I still don't know the reason behind it. She said she'll tell me through email. Anyway, our conversation was interrupted because my phone ran out of battery. Bummer!&lt;br /&gt;We sat near the stage and on the center column. The first front act band was setting up. They only sang two songs. Then there's the second front act that played 3 songs.&lt;br /&gt;Sandwich played next. This is the second time that I watched them live but it's my first time to see Raymund Marasigan (from the band E'HEADS) and they're girl band mate whose name I forgot (but I think she's ultimately astiG) in personal.&lt;br /&gt;I think they only played 5 or 6 songs (sorry I lost count. I'm too busy banging my head and waving my hands in the air). Thank God they played Butterfly Carnival &amp; Two Trick Pony but damn because they didn't play Hairpin. I didn't get a chance to do some slamming. I should have joined the moshpit in front of the stage or at least on the aisle. Kainis, gustong gusto ko ng magtatatalon pero di ko magawa. Ewan ko kung baket.&lt;br /&gt;Kulet ni Raymund. Hyper!&lt;br /&gt;Right after Sandwich, Sugarfree played. I'm too worn out from all the head banging I've done so I just nod while they play. Besides, I only know 3 Sugarfree songs and the only one I can sing is Paano which they played last.&lt;br /&gt;The show ended at around 8:20. I have to wait for May to come and fetch me for 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Before sleeping that night, I texted Jo just to say Hey and asked when will she be calling me. She asked if she could call me after two hours. It's already twelve o'clock, but I'm willing to stay up late so that we can talk. She texted again at around 1:30, she said that I have to wait for 20 minutes more because her kuya is still using the phone. Finally, the clock ticked 2:45 when I received her message that there's a problem and she can’t connect to my phone. I didn't reply because my load is insufficient so I just go back to sleep. My head aches terribly. I have to wait for two fucking hours just to find out that we still can't talk to each other. Hey, I'm not blaming Jo for that. I know how badly she wants to talk to me. We're both dying to hear each other’s voices. Gosh, I miss her terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0917(fri)&lt;br /&gt;We don't have any classes so we just do our project in lit, the radio play. I'm too tired to detail the happenings. Besides, no one is interested anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0918(sat)&lt;br /&gt;Parade. Fun walk, rather. Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;I have to wake up very early in the morning just to attend this final activity. I don't see any fun about walking around the campus because I've done lots of it. Fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown: There are still 15 schooldays to go before sem break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I realized that I've been cursing too much. It's not healthy anymore. I decided to lessen saying or writing obscene words. I don't want to defeat Eminem on the cursing department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8195890-109585732504099375?l=bottledhiccups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/feeds/109585732504099375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195890&amp;postID=109585732504099375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/109585732504099375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195890/posts/default/109585732504099375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottledhiccups.blogspot.com/2004/09/linggo-ng-komersyo.html' title='linggo ng komersyo'/><author><name>marelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y7lYkQXjGbc/SBlQ4gJll1I/AAAAAAAAABk/QVsMmf6Xyac/S220/TVS_125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
