<?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-21920953</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:04:32.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freedompad</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nina kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00138157715483569458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21920953.post-4072992647277418670</id><published>2010-09-25T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T18:38:46.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things you turn to not like</title><content type='html'>A few years ago, there was this cafe I know and passed by. I was never really fond of it. I've went there a few times, but there was no emotional attachment to the place. But just recently, I've found the place to be interesting. It offered something new, or maybe something I haven't noticed before. And I guess I'm getting fond of it. I enjoyed visiting the place, it lifts my bad mood sometimes. One day, I eagerly went to the place. I was looking forward to spend some good time there. I looked at the menu but found it hard to choose something. The person at the cashier (owner of the place) patiently waited. I know the person wants to make a sale, and to make the customers happy. The person waited and made no recommendations, maybe, afraid to push the customers away. However, nothing really appealed to me that day, that I thought I might have lost interest of the place. And so I decided to leave, without buying anything. Sad because I thought it was a haven for me, but it wasn't the perfect place for me after all. The bliss was just momentary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21920953-4072992647277418670?l=scribblewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/4072992647277418670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/4072992647277418670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/2010/09/some-things-you-turn-to-hate.html' title='Some things you turn to not like'/><author><name>nina kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00138157715483569458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21920953.post-1115638767068996618</id><published>2010-09-14T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T19:47:26.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooooooooooorry</title><content type='html'>Ano ba ito. Gusto kong magpaka-bait. Pano ko ba sasabihin sa paraan na hindi masama ang dating. Argh, ang hirap. Anyhow, 'di ko muna po-problemahin, not until magparamdam ka ulit. Hopefully by then, maayos kong masasabi. I treasure my friendship with everyone, see may entry pa para sa'yo sa blog ko. Kasi you've been a good friend in the past din naman. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21920953-1115638767068996618?l=scribblewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/1115638767068996618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/1115638767068996618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/2010/09/sooooooooooory.html' title='Sooooooooooorry'/><author><name>nina kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00138157715483569458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21920953.post-7368598516474150169</id><published>2010-09-06T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T21:31:15.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please</title><content type='html'>Cheer me up. Write me a note. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21920953-7368598516474150169?l=scribblewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/7368598516474150169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/7368598516474150169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/2010/09/please.html' title='Please'/><author><name>nina kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00138157715483569458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21920953.post-7429597873221536603</id><published>2010-09-06T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T19:43:33.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On with my life drama. Do we really need to make mistakes to learn? Or is it(learning) just a means to justify one's mistake? Not that I made a &lt;i&gt;major majo&lt;/i&gt;r mistake. My point is, the shallowest of things I have to learn from committing mistakes. The &lt;i&gt;mistake&lt;/i&gt; is not worth the learning, but there is no undoing it. It is nothing major anyway, I just have my sensitivity issues again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21920953-7429597873221536603?l=scribblewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/7429597873221536603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/7429597873221536603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/2010/09/on-with-my-life-drama.html' title=''/><author><name>nina kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00138157715483569458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21920953.post-3785663681890858418</id><published>2010-09-04T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T19:36:43.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hang loose</title><content type='html'>Things may be difficult to process sometimes, I guess I'll have to learn that I'll never get the hang of everything. I hope that I could easily learn - to be vulnerable but trusting, dependent but not depressed (Dr. Komp). But at this moment when I'm barely understandable because I don't make any sense, I'm glad I have my little brother to keep me company. He surely does not understand all my drama, but he's right by my side and makes me laugh from time to time. Well maybe he partly understands or feels me, because he shares the same mood (which is very unusual for him). I know I don't make any sense. But I'll clear my mind, I hope soon. And I'll be leaving all the drama, and get on a lighter mood.&lt;div&gt;Why the pensive mood today, I don't know either. I guess its the book I have read. But its ironic because the book was supposed to be inspiring. Or may be just because.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21920953-3785663681890858418?l=scribblewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/3785663681890858418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/3785663681890858418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/2010/09/hang-loose.html' title='hang loose'/><author><name>nina kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00138157715483569458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21920953.post-115458506729251111</id><published>2010-08-04T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T18:21:31.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>if only it was for me, matutunaw na ko. Haha but then i can't read you and I'm sure you won't tell, so how am I suppose to know? Naman, ako na ang feeling. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21920953-115458506729251111?l=scribblewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/115458506729251111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/115458506729251111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>nina kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00138157715483569458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21920953.post-3499478787594379730</id><published>2010-03-02T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T01:09:53.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad reality</title><content type='html'>gusto ko sanang makausap si ate karen ngayon, kaya lang busy sya. kaya dito na lang muna ulit ang outlet ko. nalulungkot kasi ako ng sobra, at naiiyak (/umiiyak). sabi ko sa kanya kanina: sana matapos na ang election. sabi niya, wag daw ako dapat masyadong maging involved. actually, OA ako. pero hindi ko talaga mapigilan na malungkot. hindi kasi ako natutuwa sa competition. at hindi ko rin alam kung pano tinatanggap ni ray ang mga bagaybagay, kung ako nga hindi kandidato affected at stressed out, sya pa kaya. nalulungkot ako, dahil feeling ko may kaibigan akong nasasaktan, at wala akong maitulong. nakakalungkot din na nangpipilit/nangaaway ako (lalo na ng blockmates) para sa boto kay ray. kasi hindi ko nga naman hawak ang boto nila, pero hindi ko mapigilan gawin yun.sorry. sorry sa mga taong naaway ko na. at kung may mga tao akong nasasaktan, totally unintentional yun. paminsan lang kasi, nauuna akong magsalita bago magisip. hindi ko talaga gusto makasakit ng tao. hindi naman sa may ginawa na kong napakasama. pero ang feeling ko kasi, dahil may pinapanigan akong partido, hindi ko magawang maging neutral/mediator/peacekeeper. sana na lang matapos na talaga ang election. at sana wala akong nasaktan/nasasaktan.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; "&gt;&lt;span class="content-title" style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: maroon; "&gt;Judging Others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="scripture-text" style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="j"&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Therefore be merciful,&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;even as your Father is also merciful.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Don't judge,&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;and you won't be judged.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Don't condemn,&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;and you won't be condemned.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Set free,&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;and you will be set free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="j"&gt;"Give, and it will be given to you: good measure, pressed down, shaken together, and running over, will be given to you. For with the same measure you measure it will be measured back to you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spoke a parable to them. &lt;span class="j"&gt;"Can the blind guide the blind? Won't they both fall into a pit? A disciple is not above his teacher, but everyone when he is fully trained will be like his teacher. Why do you see the speck of chaff that is in your brother's eye, but don't consider the beam that is in your own eye? Or how can you tell your brother, 'Brother, let me remove the speck of chaff that is in your eye,' when you yourself don't see the beam that is in your own eye? You hypocrite! First remove the beam from your own eye, and then you can see clearly to remove the speck of chaff that is in your brother's eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;span class="scripture-reference"&gt;Luke 6:37-42&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21920953-3499478787594379730?l=scribblewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/3499478787594379730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/3499478787594379730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/2010/03/sad-reality.html' title='sad reality'/><author><name>nina kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00138157715483569458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21920953.post-7172673852617019799</id><published>2010-02-24T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T19:49:58.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>matino naman pala ang score ko sa exam. =) akala ko ibabagsak ko na. mabuti hindi, ambait talaga ni Lord. =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pinipigilan kong maging masama, pero tinutulak nya ko. nako talaga. ako kasi talaga yung persistent eh 'no? ASAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21920953-7172673852617019799?l=scribblewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/7172673852617019799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/7172673852617019799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/2010/02/matino-naman-pala-ang-score-ko-sa-exam.html' title=''/><author><name>nina kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00138157715483569458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21920953.post-1981889298845214684</id><published>2010-02-04T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T19:35:11.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T_T</title><content type='html'>ano ba naman yung exam! ang HIRAP naman! soooobraaaa. magppost ako ulit ng balita sa results. na sana ay maganda *hopeful* pero nagkalat talaga ako.huhu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21920953-1981889298845214684?l=scribblewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/1981889298845214684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/1981889298845214684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/2010/02/tt.html' title='T_T'/><author><name>nina kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00138157715483569458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21920953.post-8186900453517597713</id><published>2010-01-31T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:52:40.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h5&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 Corinthians Ch 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28651" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I speak in the tongues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28652" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28653" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; but have not love, I gain nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28654" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28655" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28656" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28657" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28658" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love never fails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28659" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For we know in part and we prophesy in part, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28660" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28661" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28662" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28663" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21920953-8186900453517597713?l=scribblewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/8186900453517597713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/8186900453517597713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/2010/01/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>nina kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00138157715483569458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21920953.post-585165060206524657</id><published>2010-01-28T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T01:01:24.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sensitivity issues</title><content type='html'>oh well, dito pa rin talaga ako babalik para magreklamo sa mga bagay-bagay. aliw din ang mag-emo paminsan, kaya walang kokontra. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2010 na. supposedly, na-aachieve ko na ang goals ko. part kasi lagi ng new year's resolution ko ang mas maging mabuting tao (malamang lahat naman). pero parang pahirap ng pahirap ang buhay, actually, ang pagkamit pala ng goals ko. nagiging mas mahina na siguro ako dahil sobrang madali akong ma-offend ng mga simpleng bagay. OA talaga minsan, iyakin pa naman ako, pero buti na lang hindi masyado sa harap ng mga tao. masaya makipaglokohan at asaran paminsan (pero hindi pala talaga). hindi man seryosong jokes at pangaaway, pero dahil sensitive (maarte) ako, nasasaktan na ko. (yak, ang emo). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bakit parang superficial ang friendship ko sa ibang tao? hindi nga ba ko sincere kung minsan, sobrang dami ko na nga bang nagawang masama, sobrang mapagpanggap ba ko... kasi sobrang bigat ng feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;masaya ba talaga na makapang-away? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sobra na rin nga siguro ako mang-away, kaya nga din ako inaaway. hindi naman sa sobrang masama ang mang-away, pero may nagagawa bang mabuti yun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kelan nga ba ko nagsimulang mang-away? hindi ko na din alam. ang alam ko lang, hindi ko talaga gusto mang-away. ang goal ko sa buhay, dalhin and mga tao kay Lord. pero ang fail ko. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;napakaloose na ng term na GC. hindi sa big deal sakin na matawag na GC, pero bat ako tatawaging GC? dahil sobra akong mag-aral? hindi naman actually sobra lagi, pag sinisipag lang. pero nagaaral ako ng sobra, kasi laging kasama sa prayers ko na tulungan ako ni God sa pag-aaral (exams and all) ko. at nakakahiya na humingi ng tulong kung hindi naman ako mag-aaral. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;humahaba na ang drama ko. anyway, mas personal conflict 'to, i guess. kaya goodluck sakin sa pagresolve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21920953-585165060206524657?l=scribblewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/585165060206524657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/585165060206524657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/2010/01/sensitivity-issues.html' title='sensitivity issues'/><author><name>nina kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00138157715483569458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21920953.post-4712824360117671199</id><published>2009-03-30T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:49:29.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>darn you</title><content type='html'>i would have kept all my sentiments to myself and let it pass, but you're just getting way too much. i'm very close to snapping at you any moment. onti na lang talaga.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry Lord, nagpipigil naman ako, pero sumosobra na eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21920953-4712824360117671199?l=scribblewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/4712824360117671199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/4712824360117671199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/2009/03/darn-you.html' title='darn you'/><author><name>nina kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00138157715483569458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21920953.post-3090015611976660911</id><published>2009-03-24T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:40:04.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dahil sa sobrang kaartehan at katangahan ko</title><content type='html'>para tigilan ko na kausapin ang sarili ko, dito na lang. haaay, sobrang stupid ko talaga. at napaka samang tao, at napakasensitive. naiinis ako sa sarili ko. lenten season pa man din. hindi ko matanggap na ganito ang asal ko. naman. nananakit na nga ako, at napakadaming beses ko pa nagsabi ng bad words ngayong araw na to (at lately na rin yata). gusto ko nang umiyak, pero napakawalang kwenta naman kasi. oh well, ganun naman talaga ako. umiiyak para sa mga walang kwentang bagay. &lt;div&gt;sumobra lang talaga ang pagkasensitive ko, at pagiging maarte. sapakin niyo na din ako. (ayan na tutulo na ang luha ko). napaka-incoherent ko na. di ako makapagisip ng maayos. sinira ko lang ang araw ko para sa bagay na wala namang kwenta. hindi pa tuloy ako masyadong nakapagconcentrate sa exam. hindi nga naman big deal, pero sobra akong maka-react. sorry. kasi ganun lang talaga ako, kung hindi ko pa masyadong nagawang obvious na hindi ko talaga gusto i-share ang bagay na yun kasi nga para sakin napakastupid nun, pero wala nga lang naman. nag freakout na nga ako na mababasa ni ma'am ung katangahang imbento ko, pano pa kaya kung maraming tao. kasi nakakahiya nga, at ayokong mapahiya, ayokong tawanan yung katangahan ko (fine, naiyak na nga ako. wag muna sana dumating ang roommates ko). sorry at nagoverreact ako. narealize ko na ang stupidity ko, at sorry sa nasabihan ko ng badwords, sorry sa nasaktan ko, at sorry sa natarayan ko. napakawalang kwenta ng asal ko. sorry. at least natuto naman ako. next time, game na kong mapahiya. at promise wala na sakin ang mga pangyayari. naging tactless lang ako kanina at naging sobrang maarte. okay na lang pala sakin malaman ng lahat, wala na talaga yun. sana wala na din sa mga tao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hay, at least nailabas ko na ang sama ng loob ko. at medyo okay na ko. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mabuti na lang at dumating na ang inorder kong brush set online. napangiti ako paguwi ko. nabawasan ang lungkot ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21920953-3090015611976660911?l=scribblewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/3090015611976660911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/3090015611976660911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/2009/03/dahil-sa-sobrang-kaartehan-at.html' title='dahil sa sobrang kaartehan at katangahan ko'/><author><name>nina kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00138157715483569458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21920953.post-6715981376489059805</id><published>2009-01-02T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:27:26.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I’m guilty of bumming over the Christmas break and now I’m completely scared and remorseful that I did not make the most of the time to study and do other school stuffs. I opted to postpone studying every possible time I could have at least opened my notes. Trying to be organized by keeping tabs on upcoming exams and deadlines somehow gets unnerving. I could at least try to get things roll now, but the problem is where do I begin?&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/21920953-6715981376489059805?l=scribblewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/6715981376489059805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/6715981376489059805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/2009/01/dead-kid.html' title='dead kid'/><author><name>nina kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00138157715483569458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21920953.post-5754630528624379270</id><published>2008-12-31T14:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:46:16.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so long 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’ve finally considered writing again after enduring too much vain hours of sleeping all through Christmas break. It took me a while to realize that today is the last day of year 2008 and I have no intentions to reminisce the events of the ending year. But then I will not fail to remember that I have so much to be grateful about (for surviving this year). Thank you God. And I guess it is just appropriate that I leave behind whatever resentment I feel towards some people. I’m now utterly (and sincerely) forgiving a close friend (I’ve considered) for being insensitive. I have nothing more left to say but: best of luck for 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There is something bugging my mind: Is there such thing as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;malanding manang?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21920953-5754630528624379270?l=scribblewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/5754630528624379270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/5754630528624379270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-long-2008.html' title='so long 2008'/><author><name>nina kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00138157715483569458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21920953.post-7810795538110883438</id><published>2008-05-23T01:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T02:11:56.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have so much to be grateful about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was another good time with my friends. going to EK for the nth time is not something i am overly excited about, neither meeting friends i constantly keep in touch with. sure i was looking forward to it, but i never expected to have super fun. but i was totally wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you iris for the treat. thank you friends for the good time. thank you for the nice pictures. thank you ghie for lending me your shorts. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went on a perfect time. not too many people, no problem with waiting long in line. not too sunny, not rainy either. but the space shuttle is closed. that sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;expect to get wet on this ride --&gt; that was a warning i never thought was serious. hey, i've been there before but never get too wet so i just brought with me an extra shirt. but i guess i ran out of luck yesterday. i was all wet, or should i say soaked. for three times at rio grande i was showered by the falls, splashed by the waves. wow, i'm hydrophilic.haha i was walking around, riding other rides, while my clothes were soaked. it felt so heavy and a little cold but still was fun. and riding at anchor's away for consecutive times made me a little dizzy. yesterday was the first time i went to EK that i get to ride any consecutively, we usually are queued for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rides are not exciting anymore. but still it was fun. thank you dear friends *hugS* =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21920953-7810795538110883438?l=scribblewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/7810795538110883438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/7810795538110883438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-so-much-to-be-grateful-about.html' title=''/><author><name>nina kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00138157715483569458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21920953.post-1113720575474845618</id><published>2008-05-04T20:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T20:36:52.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>writing again =)</title><content type='html'>!&lt;br /&gt;wow. i'm writing again. but i don't know for how long. i think i'm going to neglect my blog again some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a good time designing my own pair of havs at myoh(rockwell) this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6zkPovhl8FA/SB2sFOylaoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Iu1p9JMvHsQ/s1600-h/CIMG4767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6zkPovhl8FA/SB2sFOylaoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Iu1p9JMvHsQ/s320/CIMG4767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196498750925007490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6zkPovhl8FA/SB2tO-ylapI/AAAAAAAAAAU/epvd0MFy0mQ/s1600-h/CIMG4774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6zkPovhl8FA/SB2tO-ylapI/AAAAAAAAAAU/epvd0MFy0mQ/s320/CIMG4774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196500017940359826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, that's my name right there.haha now, my pair is something personal, i bet my sister wouldn't wear it.haha (selfish me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could do something worthwhile this summer. i have to stop spending/shopping or i'll have to close my bank account soon. oh no. kung may summer class/es lang sana ko. masama pa rin ang loob ko sa tao sa chk. i'll have to write about it some time. para may iba pang maasar. at isumpa siya/sila.haha xp joke lang.=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh summer. my summer never felt like the summer i'm looking forward to or something close to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21920953-1113720575474845618?l=scribblewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/1113720575474845618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/1113720575474845618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/05/writing-again.html' title='writing again =)'/><author><name>nina kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00138157715483569458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6zkPovhl8FA/SB2sFOylaoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Iu1p9JMvHsQ/s72-c/CIMG4767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21920953.post-4220848646405589826</id><published>2007-04-18T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T00:10:28.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aba..ilang araw na rin akong pabalik-balik sa skul sa pgkuha ng mga clascard at sa pg-enrol ngaung summer tas naubusan pa ng slot kya na-miss q ang first class..haii..bukas babalik nnmn at pipila..ang init-init pa nmn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung hindi nga nmn ngaaasar ang summer ko..mai pesteng bagong lipat sa aming neighborhood..as in sa masaya at friendly nming environment..so,ang ipinopoint out q lng nmn ay hindi cla bgay.(ansama..xo) kc nmn,,ubod ng hangin! as in..una,umaaligid-aligid at ngttnong ng number,nanghihingi ng pic, at pati bhay tinatanong..salamat sa bestfrend1 q na mejo related dun sa taong yun at nabigo si pesteng neighbor..pgtpos ng ilang araw,,may outing ang subdivision at issma dw nia ang exgf nia..&lt;br /&gt;mai ngtnong: tga capitol homesite ba xa?..&lt;br /&gt;pesteng neighbor: hinde..&lt;br /&gt;tnong ulit: bat mo issma?..&lt;br /&gt;pesteng neighbor: eh kmukha xa ni iya eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow..wala akong msbe dun nung knwento sken yan..tas e2 pa eh..hiningi ang no. ni bestfrend2 q at tinawagan..sbay sbi ng "may ggwin k b bukas?..aayain sna ktang mgbreakfast sa gloria jeans tas lunch tayo sa (isang mall na nakalimutan na ni frend dahil kinikilabutan daw xa) tas dinner sa shangrila"..aba,,ang lkas ng hangin..soobra..at marami pa sooobrang pinagyabang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tas sa hindi ko malamang paraan..nagkaroon sya ng picture ko ksma c bestfriend1 (malamang galing yun kay bestfriend1 dahil mejo related nga cla,,distant cousins i think)&lt;br /&gt;..at sa hindi ko rin alam na dahilan ay pinakita nya dw un sa ex nia na kung di nga nmn coincidence ay kapangalan ko pa!..tas kung anu-anu pa ang pinagssbi..na kesyo height lng dw ang lamang ko sa knya..PLEASE!...never compare me to someone like her..pag ngpunta dw d2 sbi ng berks nmen sa youth org d2 patulan na dw nmen kung mag-aangas pa..ang sabi q na lng we won't stoop down to their level..bat ba mai mga gnung klase ng tao..soobrang magyabang,,tas parang naghahanap ng away,,nagiistorbo nang nananahimik..pesteng neighbor tlga..argh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dagdag pa sa kapestehan ang nakakatako na tao sa skul..basta..nakakatakot..todo nagffreak out tlga ko pagnakikita ko yun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lubayan nyo na ko pde?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21920953-4220848646405589826?l=scribblewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/4220848646405589826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/4220848646405589826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/04/aba.html' title=''/><author><name>nina kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00138157715483569458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21920953.post-7512302045183552323</id><published>2007-04-13T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T23:38:58.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>masamang tao na nga yta aq..grbehan na ang pgkainsensitive q..i'm becoming someone i hate most..ang nangyari: mai kausap aqng tao,tas pinaguusapan nmen ung mga tao na matatalino na may itsura pa,,ung parang nasa knila na lhat,,tas na brought up ung tnong na anu pa kayang kulang sa kanila..tas e2 nmn aq n ngsbi na,,ung nnlo dun sa pageant beauty and brains sbi ng pinsan ko siguro broken family un..shucks,nklimutn q na ung isa sa kausap q broken family..gus2 ko na snang sampalin ung sarili q eh..tas hindi pa q nkpg sorry,,kc mhhya na q eh..damn my stupid mouth..anu ba nman,parang hindi na dumadaan sa utak ung pinagsasasabi q eh..hindi q na pinagiisipan kung nakakasakit na ba q..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tas e2 pa,,nung gbi,ng-uusapusap kme ng mga neighborhood friends q 2ngkol sa swimming thing ng mga residents ng subdivision nmen ng mai isang kpitbahay ang ngkwento smen na ung isa dw na sasama,itago na lng ntin sya s pngalan na rose, umm,,teka,iddescryb ko muna xa..early to mid twenties cguro,mputi nmn,sobrng payat,parang anorexic,may sakit ata tas hindi masyadong normal,,actually normal nmn most of the time kya lng kc minsan...weird eh..bsta,tas kinwento nga nung isng kptbhay na minsan lng dw un maligo..puro palit lng ng damit..tas ng react nmn aq agad ng "yuuuuuuuck!" with matching diring-diri na mukha..tas sbi nga nung friend q,ang sma q..eh andun pla sa plgid si rose..grabe na tlga..nakakahiya ung ugali ko,,hindi q alam kung bt gnito na q kainsensitive..naiicp q 2loi, the more na naeexpose aq sa mga insensitive na tao eh nagiging gnun na nga aq..parang nagagaya or sumthing..bsta..ayoko na..im suffering from this "guilty feeling thing"..mai mggwa pa kya ko pra nmn mbwasbwasan na mga atraso ko..una sa lhat,ikukumpisal ko na to..haaii..ang bigat ng feeling..putek tlga..sori sa mga tao na nasasaktan ko..super sorry..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21920953-7512302045183552323?l=scribblewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/7512302045183552323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/7512302045183552323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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noh..sama eh noh..haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;gus2 q rn palang ayusin ang kwartong pnagshshare-an nmen ni bruha..mxdo na kcng mgulo.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;birthday bukas ng pinakamaganda at seksing adviser ever..haha..Happy Birthday Ms. Analiza Martin!..woot!^^,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21920953-7542889420836077100?l=scribblewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/7542889420836077100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/7542889420836077100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/03/biruin-mo-yun-mai-narealize-nnman.html' title='biruin mo yun, mai narealize nnman aq..haha'/><author><name>nina kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00138157715483569458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21920953.post-3778998128503721873</id><published>2007-02-22T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T21:58:33.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haaaii...naasar na 2loi aq..ngaun q lng narealize na mai ngwa aqng d mgnda..asar tlga..ngpromise aq kay kim na pg pumasa aq ng 2nd dep ng chem,di na q mgddrop ng calc-(wala nmng importanteng dhilan,un lng naicp q) tas sbe ni sir rv, 1 dw mkkuha..eh pgpunta nmen dun wla kya aun,,nkpgdrop na q..tas pgbalik q sa AS, andun na..at pasado nga aq..instead nga na matuwa aq,naiiyak aq nun eh..kc nmn hndi pa q ng-antay..haaii..pinuntahan q nga agd c kim sa sswc eh..pero nklimutn qng mgsori..kinuwento q lng s knya..tas nung cnabi q n nkpgdrop na q,sbi nia: "wla ninia,sumuko ka"..huhu..alam q nmn hindi xa seryoso pero nadisappoint q p rn xa..kwawa nmn ang bestfriend q,,iniwan q sa ere..huhu..ang duwag q tlga..hindi q p nilaban..haaiii..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bday ni cuz..happy birthday cheene!&lt;br /&gt;at ng blockm8 q: happy birthday jen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21920953-3778998128503721873?l=scribblewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/3778998128503721873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/3778998128503721873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/02/haaaii.html' title=''/><author><name>nina kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00138157715483569458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21920953.post-1092302225447855749</id><published>2007-02-17T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T21:39:38.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang araw ng sabado parang naging lunes</title><content type='html'>sabado pla ngaun noh..ngaun q lng tlga narealize..hindi nag sink-in sa utak q..d na dw kasya..haaii..natapos ang dlwang exam..malufet..kya e2,,mai kakaibang thing nnmn aq na nffeel..ung heartbeat q ang bagal at ang hina..parang nasa procession..un utak q nmn..nakakaawa,wg na nating i-descryb..mai ikkwen2 n lng aq..mai isang tao na hndi nmn kaimpotantehan(actually super hindi tlga) ang muntik ng mg push sken pra maasar ng soobra-soobra..mabuti na lng nakapagtimpi aq..inicp q n lng..cno ba xa?..wala. aun,bgo pa q tuluyang maasar ay bgla qng nkta ang hs klsmeyts q s lrt..grbe,ngulat aq..nanood pla cla sa ron ng stonefree..mga stonefreaks un eh..anyway..naicp q lng isulat un bwiset na tao kc khit papano naasar pa rin nia q..gus2 qng sbhn s knya: ang insensitive mo!alm mo ibg sbhn nun? argh..tigilan na nga..ggwa na q ng prelab..dhil buong araw kmeng wal sa bhay bukas...death anniv ng lolo q..at tutungo pa kmi sa pampanga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodluck sa results ng exam..&lt;br /&gt;kapag pumasa ko parehas,araw-araw aq mgppost for one week..haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21920953-1092302225447855749?l=scribblewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/1092302225447855749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/1092302225447855749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/02/ang-araw-ng-sabado-parang-naging-lunes.html' title='ang araw ng sabado parang naging lunes'/><author><name>nina kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00138157715483569458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21920953.post-117067180074295760</id><published>2007-02-05T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T18:36:40.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tatagu ko na sa baul ung yearbook nmen tas ibabaon ko sa sobrang malalim na hukay</title><content type='html'>i am soooo disappointed. our yearbook turned out to be a "colored directory". there's nothing very special about it except for the efforts of the editorial staff but d*mn those people who kept on insisting what they want. (excuse me, yearbook mo ba yn?).no substance no form. i felt so depressed when i saw it. (haaaii..what happened?) i really gave off a long sigh; not of relief but of disappointment. i feel so sorry for our batch. the yearbook we've all anticipated for turned out to be a rushed-compilation of pictures-bounded on hard cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang lungkot tlga..wnwish ko tuloy na sana ibng skul n lng aq nanggaling..o kya sna wla n lng ung mga taong yun sa skul nmen..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21920953-117067180074295760?l=scribblewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/117067180074295760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/117067180074295760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/02/tatagu-ko-na-sa-baul-ung-yearbook-nmen.html' title='tatagu ko na sa baul ung yearbook nmen tas ibabaon ko sa sobrang malalim na hukay'/><author><name>nina kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00138157715483569458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21920953.post-116904011629381991</id><published>2007-01-17T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T21:21:56.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I'm in a great deal of confusion right now. It's so frustrating that I don't understand the situation well. I feel sad but I don't know why. At times like this, I miss so many "things" from the past; I think so this "things" could help me out right now. ("things" is not the proper term but let it be..) I'm not so sad but something's bugging me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na-LSS nmn aq:&lt;br /&gt;"No one can have it all see&lt;br /&gt;I have to they want me to&lt;br /&gt;And I can't let them down&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be happy"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21920953-116904011629381991?l=scribblewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/116904011629381991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/116904011629381991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-guess-im-in-great-deal-of-confusion.html' title=''/><author><name>nina kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00138157715483569458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21920953.post-116713728004211620</id><published>2006-12-26T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T23:01:52.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meri christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nawiwindang na q kpapalit ng blog skin kaya pink na muna..mbute pa ang cmple,,hndi nagugulo ang mga bgay-bgay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm,,hndi ganun ksaya ang christmas..tma lng..mas msya tlga ang new year..kc ung mga tao nagccpaguwian sa probnsya pg christmas..tuloy ang onti ng taong kakulitan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas na christmas napaiyak pa ko..noon na nga lng aq ulit napaiyak ng mtgal tska hndi ko mapigilan eh..nnay and/or ttay q lng tlga nkkpagpaiyak sken ng gnun..huhu..pero ayus n kme..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaiii..wla pa qng nggwa khit isa s mga dpat gwen na skulstuff..kktmad e..bat nmn kc andami png klngn gwen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngpunta kme ng christmas party sa pampanga(gabi ng christmas day)..parang reunion na rn..eh hndi q nmn ganon kakilala mga tao kc un iba malayong kamag-anak na un iba..un isa nga dw dun, accdg. sa aking pinsan ay isang pharmacist sa states..at isa na xang multi-millionare..kmusta nmn yn db..galing!..haha..hndi gnun kasaya ung party kc nman parang nakakaintindi aq eh puro kapampangan un pguusap ng mga tao..eh hndi nmn aq mxdong mrunong nun..kya d aq mxdo mkrelate..gnun pa mn, ung mga pinsan q n lng na tga maynila ang nakakulitan q..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un isa qng pinsan,nakursunadahan(yan ang gngmit nilang term eh) nung mga tao dun sa pampanga tas binugbog..kwawa nga eh..isa lng kc xa tas ung mga ta 14 ata..anak dw ng konsehal ung isa..aba eh anu naman..unico hijo un..mgddemanda nga cla eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yn nga muna..inaan2k nnmn aq..pinagkakaabalahan nmen ngaun ang pg-organize ng bingo social d2 sa subdivision nmen..sana kumita..haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21920953-116713728004211620?l=scribblewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116713728004211620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21920953&amp;postID=116713728004211620' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/116713728004211620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/116713728004211620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/2006/12/meri-christmas.html' title='meri christmas!'/><author><name>nina kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00138157715483569458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21920953.post-116646110529257193</id><published>2006-12-19T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T00:58:25.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pagbblog muli..c",)</title><content type='html'>grbe,sobrang tgal n pnhon aqng hndi ng post..ang gulo kc ng mundo eh..sa ngayon inaayos q muna 2ng blog q..aksidenteng napalitan q kc ang skin hbang ngttry ng iba..at ayan ngkagulogulo na xa..nxt tym q na 22loi ang pgaayos..inaan2k na kc q..mgccmba p kme mya-mya..npncn q lng..wlang sense of time tong blog q..lngya,,mali nmn ung oras..nxt tym q n rn yn pproblemahin..mbuti n lng at bkasyon..mrmi aqng pnhon pra ayusin 2..naeexcite aq,mrmi aqng gus2ng ikwen2..pero hanggang d2 muna sa ngayon..m22log na kc q..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21920953-116646110529257193?l=scribblewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116646110529257193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21920953&amp;postID=116646110529257193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/116646110529257193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/116646110529257193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/2006/12/pagbblog-mulic.html' title='pagbblog muli..c&quot;,)'/><author><name>nina kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00138157715483569458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21920953.post-115121369846901492</id><published>2006-06-25T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T13:34:58.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hala..ayaw mag isa ng thoughts q..ang gulo gulo..nubaian..d tuloi aq mkpgicp ng maayos..oh well...d q alam kung pno q iddescryb ang first few weeks ng college life..ewan tlga,.haha..ayan muna sa ngayon dhil mgulo nga ang icp q..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21920953-115121369846901492?l=scribblewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21920953.post-114839300500559876</id><published>2006-05-23T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T22:03:25.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shucks..cnumpong nnmn aq ng pgka-sensitive q..at ngtampo nnmn aq sa friends q..pero aus n kme..kc dpt aalis kme knina..kya lng d n2loi..kc nwalan na q ng gana..gn2 kc un..2mwag cla ng lunch,,kkain lng dw cla tas ddaanan na q s bhay..sbi q nmn cge maliligo na q..eh di ng ready n nga q..tas after cguro an hour and a half(mga 2 na nun), 2mwg na cla (at last),,kya lng umuulan na nun kya tnanong nila q kung 22loi p ba kme..sbi q cla bhala..tas cge daw pg tigil ng ulan dadaanan na nila q..tas mejo tumigil n nga after 30 minutes..tas dumating na cla ng mga mgt3 cguro..tas nung pglbas q ng bhay sbe nung isa d na dw xa mkksma..eh d parang ayaw na ren nung isa..tas, haaaii..na-disappoint nmn aq..tnanong aq kung 22loi p b kme..sbi ko cla na bhala..tas sbe nung isa klangn n dw nmen 2muloi kc nakabihis na q..nge..soobrang naasar tlga q..parang aq pa ung ngppilit sa knla ah..haaaii..soobrang na-disappoint sbi q wg n lng kme 2muloi kc umaambon(khit hindi nmn)..2mambay n lng kme dun sa mai tindahan..tas cgurdo q npncn nla n nging cold na q,,d na q ngsslita at nakki-tawa sa mga jokes nila..tas aun..nung mejo gumaan na ung heart q mejo pnpncn q n cla..oh well..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21920953-114839300500559876?l=scribblewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/114839300500559876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21920953&amp;postID=114839300500559876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/114839300500559876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/114839300500559876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/2006/05/shucks.html' title=''/><author><name>nina kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00138157715483569458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21920953.post-114683853477453989</id><published>2006-05-05T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T22:15:34.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haaii,,akla q mdli q lng mkkausap ang nnay at ttay q 2ngkol sa pgddorm..nkoo...haii,,hndi pla..eh ang lyo kya ng manila..soobrng hba ng byahe..nkkpgod..akla q p nmn aus lng s knla ts hndi pla..ayw tlga nla eh..as in, they are totally against the idea..haii..iniicp q lng bka sumuko nmn aq s pgod nun..kyanin q kya un?..haaii..ewn..i'll think about it first..and if i make up my ming to do so..i know i can persuade them..haha..aq pa..:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21920953-114683853477453989?l=scribblewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/114683853477453989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21920953&amp;postID=114683853477453989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/114683853477453989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/114683853477453989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/2006/05/haaiiakla-q-mdli-q-lng-mkkausap-ang.html' title=''/><author><name>nina kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00138157715483569458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21920953.post-114530122722739590</id><published>2006-04-18T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T03:13:47.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>videoke craze</title><content type='html'>my friends and i had fun time singing all night, i hope we could do this more often..at least we're doing something worthwhile and fun at the same time.. we even drank red wine (but of course we won't drink often[naubos nmen ung isang bote.,pero mai halong coke nmn]).. we sang until 1:00 a.m.,, it was so fun..we even wanted to stay longer but my friend's parent's won't let them to sleep over our house.. hnggang d2 muna kc inaan2k na q..umaga na ren..ngusap pa kc kme sa fone..haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21920953-114530122722739590?l=scribblewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/114530122722739590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21920953&amp;postID=114530122722739590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/114530122722739590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/114530122722739590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/2006/04/videoke-craze.html' title='videoke craze'/><author><name>nina kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00138157715483569458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21920953.post-114519175304016813</id><published>2006-04-16T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T20:52:15.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a lot has happened..</title><content type='html'>sooobrng tgal qng hndi nkpgpost..grbe..medio tnmd kc q..pno ung last entry q..smiley dpt ung mgaapear pero iba eh..gn2 o Ü..weird tlga.. kaasar..hmmm..mrmi n tlgang ngyre..so i just felt that my blog needs to be updated already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wla na qng maalala mxdo sa mga ngyre b4 grad bukod sa npkainit ng mga prctices..sooobrng init tlga..at nkkpgod..at xmpre nkkloko ang mga prctices ng Alma Mater Song..grbe tlga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;graduation day: late aq dmting..o db ang saya..tas aun nkkhiya tlga kc ngtwnan ung mga tao nung mgsstart na q ng speech q..pno kc ung medals 2munog..khiya tlga..sbe nga ni iris prang chimes eh..kse nmn ttnggalin q dpt pngl nmn aq ni ms. Amar..at mas lalong khihiyan nang mkalimutn q ang ssbhn q sa tchers..wow tlga..ang tgal qng nktitig lng sa knla kc nklmtn q ung ssbhn tas nung hnhnp q sa kodigo q d q mkta..grbe..kahiya..tas knbhn nko..kya ang gulo n ng isip q nun..bsta soobrng nkkhiya..naasar aq s srli q..npka stupid q..e2 pa..nung alma mater song na bgla kong na-ubo..wow..soobrng panira tlga..kaasar tlga..bgla kc qng kinapos ng hangin..todo feel kc..tas nun lip sing na lng aq afterwards..khiya tlga..haaaii..in short..it was a mess..i messed up my own graduation..pgktpos nung ceremony todo pcture-an kme..soobra tlga..halos d na nga kme mga nktingin sa dme ng camera eh..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang mga araw after grad..d q n mxdo maalala mga ngyari..pno, mdalas nmn boring..walang gngwa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good Friday ngpunta kme ng pampanga..pgdating nmen dpt manonood kme ng moments of love..bmili kc mga pnsan q ng vcd..tas nung ipplay na..nacra bgla..kya aun bmili n lng kme ng ibng bala..hostel n lng dw sbe ng isa qng pnsan kya bmili cla..tas aun na nga pnanood n nmen..dvd n lng binili pra malinaw pero niakx..soobrng labo tlga..at madilim de..mai taso png 2mtyotas nacra den bgla..e di 2migil muna kme mnood..bmili n lng kme ng crushed ice sa mai talipapa pra gmwa n lng kme ng melon shake..worth 30.00 un binili nmen kya mejo mdme..and it’s quite heavy for one person so i helped my cousin in carrying it..kya lng wen we wer halfway on our 3p back..the plastic was torn..ang saya db..muntik ng mtpon ung ice..kya ms ng-ingat n kme..the way we are holding the bag of ice is quite awkward because the plastic is torn...kahiya..we are getting attention from the people we pass by..tas our hands our getting numb because it was cold..mlpt n dpt kme s bhay wen suddenly the plstic got torn again..the ice almost fell off..grbe tlga..the top part of the plastic ripped off kya it was open..this time..the four of us carried the bag of ice already..wow..mas mrmeng nkpansin..kahiya tlga..aus lng..it all paid off..ang sarap nmn nung shake eh..tas after eating our merienda, we played cards nmn,,ngtong-its kme..haha..mga sugarol eh noh..tas mai pera pero 1,2,3 lng..haii..natalo q..hndi aq nanalo kht isa lng..grbe ang malas q..tas kumain n kme,,first tym q nga kumain ng salted egg eh..msrap nmn pla..un ung ulam nmen..mai ksma nmng kamatis at relyenong bangus..bwal kc meat..tpos nun pusoy dos nmn nlaro nmen..d p rn aq nanalo..nanood n lng kme ng hostel..gumana na xa..kya lng d nmen tnapos..mgulo tlga ung kopya eh..moment os love na lng..haha..ntpos nmen tas ung iba lmbas p pra bmili ng “lelot” kya lng wla n clng nbili..junk foods n lng..mdnight snack tas natulog n kme..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black Saturday,.gncng kme ng umaga pra mgpnta ng tiangge..aun tpos smama kme s pnsn q mgpp change oil xa..inwn nia kme s mcdo tas bmili kme ng mga dvd..pg uwe ng pnonoorn n nmen ung windstruck chinese ung subtitle..eh walang remote..d n nmen tnuloy..ung horror collection n lng..dark water dpt..grbeng kmlsan nga nmn..hndi gmna..ang saya db..tas pnplit n lng nmen ung hostel ng memoirs of a geisha..tas nung pnpnood n nmen bgla nnmn nacra..aun tnmd n 2loi kme..n2log n lng kme..tas gmcng ng 6 pra mgcwimming..c kuya alvin ngdrive tas kme-kme lng mgppnsan dun s skyn..grbe todo resort hunt un kc puro full na ung npunthn nmen..tas nglalaro q nung gameboy ng pnsn q..tntwanan nga q ng mga pnsan q kc soobrng ncacarried away aq s pglalaro..todo react dw aq..nddstrct dw 2loi s pgddrive pnsan q..kc nkktkot laruin eh..nahuhulog dun sa butas..haha..tas aun..ang layo nga ng narating nmen eh..well at least we found one..it wasn’t that nice..but it will do..we prepared for our meal first b4 we jumped into the water..we placed the hotdog on sticks then headed to the shower afterwards..we are all having a good time not until some people tried to spoil the fun we’re having..soobrng nkakaasar ang mga epal na un..sbe nga ng pnsan q..&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;metena ing ganaganang bolang metagan ka pa..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i was shocked she spoke kpmpngan so i asked her what it means..ang galing nga eh..ibig sbhn pla.. nmtay n lhat ng gago, natira ka pa.. ang cool db..we didn’t let them spoil our night so we played till midnight..kuya alvin drove us back home khit medyo inaan2k na xa..he asked us to keep talking to him so he won;t get sleepy..ayun..masaya nmn..we talked about many things hnggang nkrating..lhat kme..bgsak agad s kma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;easter Sunday, klngn n nmen umuwe..aga nga gmcng eh..aun..bblik p nmn kme dun sa fiesta eh..grbe..andme tlgang ngyre kya naicpn q ng mgpost ulet..pnltn q na skin q..at inayos ang iba png details..at least mai pgkkabalahan n q ulet..c",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21920953-114519175304016813?l=scribblewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/114519175304016813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21920953&amp;postID=114519175304016813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/114519175304016813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/114519175304016813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/2006/04/lot-has-happened.html' title='a lot has happened..'/><author><name>nina kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00138157715483569458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21920953.post-113939610831857106</id><published>2006-02-08T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T18:55:08.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wow!Ü,,ang saya tlga ngaun..Ü,,bday ni pehkz knina,, at ngcelebrate kme..Ü,,tas hndi rin stressful ang araw dhil wla mxdong gngwa..ang saya pa nung homeroom period nmen..puro twnan,,,Ü,,nffeel q nnmn kweirdohn q..msya nnmn aq tas bka bukas mllungkot nnmn..oh well..gnun tlga..mnsan malungkot,,mnsan masaya..dats how it is..so i shouldn't be too affected when something has gone wrong..dat's how life goes..Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21920953-113939610831857106?l=scribblewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/113939610831857106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21920953&amp;postID=113939610831857106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/113939610831857106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/113939610831857106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/2006/02/wowang-saya-tlga-ngaun.html' title=''/><author><name>nina kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00138157715483569458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21920953.post-113930969079279411</id><published>2006-02-07T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T19:02:36.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yesterday, i was very eager to write a post..(kya lng d aq nkgmit ng pc) i wanted to tell how happy i am ystrday dat i ws very wrong to feel (ds past few days) dt my friends are turning a bit cold..we chat and laugh all day and even went out of school together...and now, i'm feeling it again..haaaii..i'm OVERsensitive!, i know i shouldn't feel ds way but i just can't help it.. i just thought dt we would go out of school together and chat about whatever happened today..but i guess i expected too much.., (napaka-arte q tlga!argh!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dis is how it went, uwian na and most have left already, late n q nkbalik sa rum dhil galing kme sa meetng pra sa club.,nka-P.E. pa q,,kya klngn q p mgbihis at mg-ayos ng things.,nndun pa ang frends q..(dt's y i thot..), tas umm..shortly..ngpaalam na cla,,wow!,,uuwi na cla..bye dw,,ok fine bye at tungo nmn aq coldly..npkweird q kc eh..i just don't like being alone,,pero actually, ang kapal q to feel sad about it when sometimes..hndi pla,,most of the times hindi nmn tlga kme sbay-sbya umuwi..ksma pa nga q mnsan s mga unang umuuwi eh..grbe,,ang kpal q tlga..ang pangit ng ugali q..haaaii..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway,khit ppano mai happy p ren n ngyari ngaung araw..masaya nmn kme lage tuwing umaga eh,,pagod lng cguro pg-hapon..hmm..bumaba ung grades q ngaung 3rd qtr..eh di malamang ranking den..wla lng,,nasisiyahan lnga q..kc xmpre less expectations and all..d na gaanong pressured..wow grbe,,sooobrang relief..d nga aq dpt matuwa pero gnun tlga,,mas gumaan kc ang feeling q eh,,nasabi q nnmn sa nnay q,,at as i expected, aus lng sa knya..sbe nia gnun dw tlga,,aus lng bsta ng-aaral,,kya lng nung una cnbi nia bt dw aq ngppbaya..ngak..mdio na HB 2loi aq,,nasumbatan q p sya,,sbe q "gus2 mo ba wg n q m2log?", pra kcng nklimutn ng nanay q n ng-aaral nmn aq ng mbute,tas mbute n lng she went back to reality..sbe nia aus lng,gnun dw tlga..wow,,hndi xa na-disappoint..kc kung mgglit nmn xa dpat mahahalata q..pero hndi..grbe sooobrang relief tlga..nung una nga na-feel q parang i failed the ppol hu r expctng from me..pero sbi nga ni ms. suarez.."Awards don't define a person", so ibg sbhn i hvn't failed dem...hmm,,ryt now, wat bothers me is the upcoming results of UPCAT,,umaasa pa q eh noh?,,haha..gus2 q lng dun,,pero aus na rin sa uste..,,at least mai skul n q..hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21920953-113930969079279411?l=scribblewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/113930969079279411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21920953&amp;postID=113930969079279411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/113930969079279411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/113930969079279411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/2006/02/yesterday-i-was-very-eager-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>nina kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00138157715483569458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21920953.post-113911777647998902</id><published>2006-02-05T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T13:36:16.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haaaii,,d na q mxdong nlulungkot,,kc hndi q n nddma mxdo ung coldness ng brkda q..mlmng d q kc cla ksma ng wikends,,anyway..soobrang sakit nmn ng ulo ang nddma q ngaun,,as in..nk2log n nga lng aq kgbe agad dhil sa sooobrang sakit eh..pero, khit ppno masaya n rin ang wkend q dhil nkpggtra n kmi ulet..nkkmiss tlga..sooobra.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mai psok nnmn 2morow,,wish q lng wla mxdong ggwen..bka kc lalo lng sumakit ang ulo q..haaaii..d p nga pla nmen ntpos ung projct nmn sa flpno,,dpt khpon kya lng sobrang hirap mgformat ng newspaper.. d nmen ngwa,,tas hndi rin ngpunta ung ibng members nmen..wow db..pero aus lng,,gnun tlga..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21920953-113911777647998902?l=scribblewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/113911777647998902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21920953&amp;postID=113911777647998902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/113911777647998902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21920953/posts/default/113911777647998902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scribblewhatever.blogspot.com/2006/02/haaaiid-na-q-mxdong-nlulungkotkc-hndi.html' title=''/><author><name>nina kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00138157715483569458</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21920953.post-113898847324362022</id><published>2006-02-04T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T01:41:13.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;finally i already made up a new blog, i was so stupid to forget my password. besides, i could've retrieved it but i think it's a harder task than making a new one. and obviously, tamad aq kya e2, mas pinili qng gmwa ng bago,,the previous one was also new anyway, isa p lng nmn post q dun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;well,,soobrang nkkpressure ngaun dhil s sobrang dme ng projects and all,,sna lng tlga mtpos nmin lhat,,tas snbyn p ng exams nmen..wow tlga..soobrang minamadali n lhat,,sna kyanin pa 2 ng powers q..bukas project nnmn..wla ng tigil,, sna mkpggtara n q wid my frends s lbas or go out wd my brkda,,haai..nkkmiss ung kulitan days na wlang pnproblema,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;haaii,,10 pm q n nga cnmulan gwen ung mga balita para s flpno eh,,gus2 q kc lmbas 2 hangout wd my frends and do whatever, kya lng ayw nmn nia(xa lng kc na-aya q eh), pero ano p bng mggwa q,,alngn nmng pilitin q.. haaaii,,sayang lng kc..pero aus lng un..i understand khit mejo nkksad..hmm..tama n nga,,ayoko na ng puro sad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;cherry blossom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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