<SCRIPT SRC="http://imgserv.adbutler.com/adserve/;ID=129334;size=468x60;setID=45398;aff=on;loc=0; type=js" LANGUAGE="JAVASCRIPT"></SCRIPT><NOSCRIPT><a href="http://imgserv.adbutler.com/go2/;ID=129334;size=468x60;setID=45398;aff=on;loc=0"> &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;a mp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/NOSCRIPT></IF RAME><br><a href="http://www.blogspot.com/ad_free.html"><font face="sans-serif" size=1 color="#FFFFFF">get rid of this ad </font></a> | <a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogspot_ad_buy.pyra"><font face="sans-serif" size=1 color="#FFFFFF">advertise here </font></a></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></div> --></NOSCRIPT> <script language="JavaScript1.2"> //Disable select-text script (IE4+, NS6+)- By Andy Scott //Exclusive permission granted to Dynamic Drive to feature script //Visit http://www.dynamicdrive.com for this script function disableselect(e){ return false } function reEnable(){ return true } //if IE4+ document.onselectstart=new Function ("return false") //if NS6 if (window.sidebar){ document.onmousedown=disableselect document.onclick=reEnable } </script> <style type="text/css"> A:link { text-decoration: none; font-weight: none; color: white;} A:visited { text-decoration: none; color: white;} A:active { text-decoration: none; color: white;} A:hover { color: black; cursor: arrow;} body { background: black; font-family: tahoma; color: #fc76a5; font-size: 11px; cursor: crosshair; scrollbar-face-color : black; scrollbar-highlight-color : black; scrollbar-3dlight-color : black; scrollbar-shadow-color : black; scrollbar-darkshadow-color : black; scrollbar-track-color : black; scrollbar-arrow-color : white; cursor: arrow; } td { font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; color: white;} } textarea, input, select { background: white; font-family : tahoma; font-size: 11px; color: white; cursor: arrow; } </style> <!-- --><style type="text/css">@import url(http://www.blogger.com/css/navbar/main.css); @import url(http://www.blogger.com/css/navbar/3.css); </style> <div id="Layer2" style="position: absolute; top: 0; left: 0; width: 1000; height: 735; overflow: auto; border: 0px black solid;"> <img src="http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/3696/avrilvt9.jpg" width="1000" height="735"></div></div> <div id="Layer2" style="position: absolute; top: 50; left: 310; width: 430; height: 635; overflow: auto; border: 0px solid; padding: 8px;"> <font color="fffa6c"> <b> Sunday, December 23, 2007 </b></font> <br><br> <font color="white"> <div style="clear:both;"></div><strong>SONG I'M LOVING RIGHT NOW</strong>: "<strong>Happy Birthday</strong>" by <strong>The Click Five</strong><br /><br />Hey guys!!! Wow. I can barely remember the last time I updated this thing. Seems like ages!!! I really missed this.<br /><br />====================<br /><br />After a few days, we'll be welcoming the year 2008. We'll also be celebrating the birth of Jesus. Time flies really fast, eh?<br /><br />The biggest events of the year are nearing, but I'm not in the mood for celebrating. Sure, I have all the reason to be happy: a good life, a great family, great health, success in most of the extra curricular activities I've been joining in, wonderful friends...<br /><br />Wait a minute...Wonderful FRIENDS??<br /><br />I can say that about Anaw and Mel, and many of my other friends. Too bad I can't say the same for <em><strong>two people</strong></em>.<br /><br />I can still remember the last time when ENCORD HAD a proper jamming session. It was a day before the culminating program of the celebration of the feast day of St. Dominic. We had to practice our song number. It went well. Really well...<br /><br />I still remember the countless jamming sessions I missed after that. I remember how I was too ashamed to show my face to my band mates.<br /><br />I also remember the last time we were <strong><em>supposed</em></strong> to jam. It was after the USTe entrance exam. Only me, Mel and Anaw were supposed to jam, 'coz we had a bit of a feud with Eka and Megs. But when I saw them at school, I invited them just the same. And guess what? They didn't show.<br /><br />And that's when this whole "I'm-not-in-the-mood-for-celebrating-Christmas" thing began. We've been noticing that they'd rather spend time with <strong><em>THIS GUY</em></strong> than with us. We know that we don't own our friends, and that we should know how to "share" them. But it hurts too, y'nknow. Especially when you've gotten really close to this certain friend of yours.<br /><br /><em>Love hirts. Friendship does, too.</em><br /><br />====================<br /><br />Lui and Mich came to school on our Christmas party to visit. Both of them, on the same day!!! Man, that was great. I missed those girls: their hair, their style, their names are Lui and Mich. Bwahahahahahahahahaha!!!!! Wala lang.............<br /><br />But seriously, I really missed them. I really really did. Especially Mich, whom I last saw during the summer of this year.<br /><br />I guess that's all I've got to say right now.<br /><br />Anyway,<br /><br /><em><strong>MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!!! AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR, TOO!!!</strong></em><div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div></font> <p> <div align=right> <font color="75fa8b">ROCK THE HOUSE DOWN AT;<br> <b>8:55 PM</font></b></div align> </font> <p><br> <font color="fffa6c"> <b> Sunday, October 28, 2007 </b></font> <br><br> <font color="white"> <div style="clear:both;"></div>No song, again...<br /><br />I noticed something: everytime I want to go out with my friends, something happens that forbids me to.<br /><br />For example, I want to go jamming with my band. On the day of our appointment, an important visitor arrives, meaning I can't make it to our date.<br /><br />I dunno why this curse was set upon me. All I know is that it's definitely ruinin my social life. Though my friends don't say it, I know they're thinking that I'm the biggest killjoy in their lives.<br /><br />This is exactly the reason why I wanted to quit ENCORD (I dunno if I've already told you guys about that). I mean, I was really, really ashamed of myself. Plus, I don't think I would be able to enroll in MC again so I could join the concert.<br /><br />I really feel I'm the holding them (my bandmates) down.<br /><br />I'm the one keeping them from attaining their dream.<br /><br />What's worse, I'm one of the band's founders.<br /><br /><blockquote><em>Guys, I know I've been letting you down, and I'm really, really sorry</em>...</blockquote><div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div></font> <p> <div align=right> <font color="75fa8b">ROCK THE HOUSE DOWN AT;<br> <b>8:17 PM</font></b></div align> </font> <p><br> <font color="fffa6c"> <b> Saturday, October 27, 2007 </b></font> <br><br> <font color="white"> <div style="clear:both;"></div><strong>SONG I'M LOVING RIGHT NOW</strong>: "<strong>We Are the Champions</strong>" by <strong>Queen</strong><br /><br />Up til now, I still can't believe that Frances, Daphne, Paula and I are the champions of the recently concluded <strong>UP Subol Society Padunungan</strong>, an annual inter-Pangasinan series of contests. Believe it or not, this is the first time DS won the championship in a very, <em>VERY</em> long time. So our batch practically redeemed DS.<br /><br />Honestly, I was kinda expecting this to happen. Not because we spent every waking hour reviewing or anything. I just had that feeling in my gut. I dunno why.<br /><br />Another thing is, our batch (Seniors) are the overall champions in this year's Sports Fest!!! It was kinda unexpected, really, since the Juniors did a pretty good job as well. They were the champions in many competitions, so me and my classmates (and batchmates) were pretty relieved when we learned of our victory.<br /><br />Plus, I won first place in the sportswriting competition during the local presscon at school, which means I get to go to the Division Schools Press Conference (DSPC) in November. Isn't that great???<br /><br />I really think this year is MY year.<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div></font> <p> <div align=right> <font color="75fa8b">ROCK THE HOUSE DOWN AT;<br> <b>9:41 PM</font></b></div align> </font> <p><br> <font color="fffa6c"> <b> Saturday, October 20, 2007 </b></font> <br><br> <font color="white"> <div style="clear:both;"></div><strong>SONG I'M LOVING RIGHT NOW</strong>: "<strong>Hero</strong>" by <strong>Mariah Carey</strong><br /><br />This was like the "theme song" of our retreat last October 15-17 at the Dominican House of Prayer in Tagaytay.<br /><br />And if I were to choose a favorite retreat, I would pick the last one.<br /><br />Not only because of the venue or the length of time in which we stayed there, but also because -- well, I don't know, actually. Maybe because of all the fun we had - me and my classmates and friends, I mean.<br /><br />Anyway, I'm guessing you guys are all dying to hear what happened during our three-day retreat.<br /><br />Let's start with the assembly time at school:<br />>>Okay. So nothing worth putting here happened during that time, except maybe the fact that I had to accompany Anaw to her place 'coz she forgot her parental consent letter thingy which was a requirement if you wanted to come along.<br /><br />>>So after that, we were all on the bus along with Sister Althea and our retreat master, Father Edcel (I'm not sure if I spelled his name correctly. Sorry, Father). We started praying the rosary as soon as the bus (which was the school bus of Dominican School College, Sta. Rosa) left the school grounds. By the time we were in Malasiqui, we were done, and everyone was moving about, making noise.<br /><br />>>We had to stop over at Luisita Mall so we could buy some snacks and take a leak.<br /><br />>>After that, our next stop was at the SM Mall of Asia, where we had our lunch. Me, Anaw, Isay, Jamy and Pau went over to Greenwich. We ordered some lasagnas, and Paula ended up eating all our ginger sticks.<br /><br />>>Then we bought some <em><strong>Dippin' Dots</strong></em>ice cream. Wala lang...<br /><br />>>I don't know what comes next, since I slept all the way from MOA to Tagaytay.<br /><br />>>Before I knew it, we were at the retreat house. Like Lui said, it had a wide compound. Everything looked clean. Then this nun ushered us (girls) to our sleeping quarters on the third floor of this building (the boys were placed in a different building, which was the main one, I think).<br /><br />>>A short orientation was given to us at the conference hall. The usual was said: observe silence, dress properly, don't eat in the rooms, and SURRENDER ALL YOUR PHONES (yes, they still do that).<br /><br />>>After Ms. Cecille collected all (or what she <em>thought</em> was all) our phones, Sister Althea went on to announce who was to room with whom. She already prepared a list beforehand, it seemed like she forgot about it, because she was writing a new one while this other nun was giving the orientation. I was paired with Emily. Anaw was paired, unfortunately for her, with Jing. You see, they were former bestfriends, but then they suddenly parted ways and things like that.<br /><br />>>That night we picked our prayer partners, and by 'picked' I mean drew their names from a box. I got Bryan, and Crystal got me (everything was revealed during the mass last Wednesday). Then we formed a circle with the crucifix and two candles at the center and the lights turned off. One by one, we said out loud what we wanted our prayer partners to include in their prayers for us.<br /><br />>>The next day we watched <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Remember_The_Titans">Remember the Titans</a>. It was a really touching, at the same time funny movie. It centers on the value of friendship.<br /><br />>>Tensions were really high that night, because we revealed in front of the whole class what we wanted to say to each other: our heartfelt apologies, the grudges we had against each other and all that. The scene was the same as that of the night before, except that Father wasn't there to listen in to what we had to say. Oh yeah, Sister picked me to go first, since no one else wanted pole position. So the first person I turned to was -- well, never mind. I'll just keep it a secret. And I told that person -- well, I'll keep that a secret, too.<br /><br />>>We also had our confession that night.<br /><br />>>The following day we had our mass, a group hug, and our final goodbyes to Father Edcel and Sister Althea (they were gonna stay for the SD retreat) and even to the cute boys from the Aquinas School in Manila whom we had our retreat with.<br /><br />>>We stopped over at Dominican College in Sta. Rosa for some particular reason, and there we saw our school's former directress, Sr. Marietta Badua OP, who is now the directress there. She showed us the school's pool. Wala lang. We also saw look-alikes of Maeinra, Robert, Jujang, Kalyn and Pia Magaoay there. Creepy.<br /><br />>>We had lunch at SM North Edsa.<br /><br />>>Then we stopped over at Luisita Mall again.<br /><br />>>Then we were on our way home...<br /><br />>>PS I would've enjoyed the whole thing more hadn't I had a fever during it. Total bummer, trust me. I was literally freezing!!! My teeth were even chattering. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..........But I still enjoyed, which is good.<br /><br />Too bad the whole thing had to end. I mean, I didn't want it to end 'coz it would be the olast retreat I would get to have with my classmates. Haay...<br /><br /><br />Here are a few photos of the retreat which I "stole" from Paula's Multiply:<br /><br />Going there...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirUrE5Ypy0Oxz6HmeMi58tJ6WVIkUK7IdMfLjvMATncTw1nooBBGD_-OOqzVsCThFG698h0eP7t2CtC1k2dWw6rLhZuXWiFgL9cdd3fMgp5hYNvQCsAVdzK9pih7DlVRaMPoSf/s1600-h/DSC00079.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirUrE5Ypy0Oxz6HmeMi58tJ6WVIkUK7IdMfLjvMATncTw1nooBBGD_-OOqzVsCThFG698h0eP7t2CtC1k2dWw6rLhZuXWiFgL9cdd3fMgp5hYNvQCsAVdzK9pih7DlVRaMPoSf/s400/DSC00079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123248568544542178" /></a><br /><br />MOA...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijP9mQ6suPfj_vJ2EfJzAw7ufZXSiU-qTTpI2If1NP6Bw1YPNxPEps4EcppAvBVMsa0i4RRdXgT5w-dw9be2BHtPdKRuxnzamrl01rCuLO5lic70EeDMWIWITPZHk8I03tKZvk/s1600-h/DSC00104.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijP9mQ6suPfj_vJ2EfJzAw7ufZXSiU-qTTpI2If1NP6Bw1YPNxPEps4EcppAvBVMsa0i4RRdXgT5w-dw9be2BHtPdKRuxnzamrl01rCuLO5lic70EeDMWIWITPZHk8I03tKZvk/s400/DSC00104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123245725276192098" /></a><br /><br />Bad shot si Sister...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8j_QW32wbPnn_OVpzSVwBOAYKx9EEt6wHtk7FfWw4IwnNGw19jICKTvakvHkVBmHVRXQEdAv10FBYsEq3Co0DwGxbHbSefPY9zQvjPIZUxL0QODfM50AKi-fCGHR92Ul-lpV_/s1600-h/DSC00121.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8j_QW32wbPnn_OVpzSVwBOAYKx9EEt6wHtk7FfWw4IwnNGw19jICKTvakvHkVBmHVRXQEdAv10FBYsEq3Co0DwGxbHbSefPY9zQvjPIZUxL0QODfM50AKi-fCGHR92Ul-lpV_/s400/DSC00121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123248955091598834" /></a><br /><br />Ageh pakyut...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT28QnmNYGXtsa7GZOObGK30HCjIAfSU9Odr_3ZIxzUu7JvJoKU8QuXEIB-RGkGDtAlZGXZ4Jr1x2NsOEICziovvb2s0J0CAF61ixTnVaJ_kNVtIy8YkfndJ72Zwj3PQYAYQJE/s1600-h/DSC00122.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT28QnmNYGXtsa7GZOObGK30HCjIAfSU9Odr_3ZIxzUu7JvJoKU8QuXEIB-RGkGDtAlZGXZ4Jr1x2NsOEICziovvb2s0J0CAF61ixTnVaJ_kNVtIy8YkfndJ72Zwj3PQYAYQJE/s400/DSC00122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123249208494669314" /></a><br /><br />Father Tera - ay Edcel pala...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-qkM5iDcxxdT_IO12V_b7pgqxxzkeiiHguD1HVc7ERN2tpTm5_vcCD9WFE7WhEr_PWi_BuXD3tJ7KYf4HZPaCZjtotUSqgDFvdMDjdWOD-xSe_IhR5_fd3modArXpAAYPohh4/s1600-h/DSC07717.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-qkM5iDcxxdT_IO12V_b7pgqxxzkeiiHguD1HVc7ERN2tpTm5_vcCD9WFE7WhEr_PWi_BuXD3tJ7KYf4HZPaCZjtotUSqgDFvdMDjdWOD-xSe_IhR5_fd3modArXpAAYPohh4/s400/DSC07717.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123249504847412754" /></a><br /><br />Dominican College...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAdnwrKFCNRatkIycy8SNiZ6kpza3EiFZqibcEHitvOaD98VxZ5SSRKAr5945SVVijCFiM7E9GhMvgCjHKDg7-ScJlHDEC9KAluxhRCTY-afhAdsYZ1uD1zwNAylJ111l8-l_H/s1600-h/DSC07774.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAdnwrKFCNRatkIycy8SNiZ6kpza3EiFZqibcEHitvOaD98VxZ5SSRKAr5945SVVijCFiM7E9GhMvgCjHKDg7-ScJlHDEC9KAluxhRCTY-afhAdsYZ1uD1zwNAylJ111l8-l_H/s400/DSC07774.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123250067488128546" /></a><br /><br />Okay ka lang, Raymond?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTvw3695cHKumTNYCJhxxdCgnu3R8jhh06b9otyBGWe3QIffj6U17OCPhrKTcOLPVNL9xvfjXVg8WM4PuaLl4G4T6Zr6iA5LxzXBjoBfALCI7s9ZNBZSbSKC536-PgM3jnS_6x/s1600-h/DSC07713.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTvw3695cHKumTNYCJhxxdCgnu3R8jhh06b9otyBGWe3QIffj6U17OCPhrKTcOLPVNL9xvfjXVg8WM4PuaLl4G4T6Zr6iA5LxzXBjoBfALCI7s9ZNBZSbSKC536-PgM3jnS_6x/s400/DSC07713.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123250690258386482" /></a><br /><br />Uwian na...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit91HMntm8G0Y6iM2vOMFRj-QIZA0fCQawXqjD88F4MiMRk0TCEvcc3oihu3nL-Dw5G8IcGqkF_D4YsEOJZGal4l1HWpuzhnWTuAy0uruROHygAm4fPr5tJK6RpuKbfPBXITXC/s1600-h/DSC07863.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit91HMntm8G0Y6iM2vOMFRj-QIZA0fCQawXqjD88F4MiMRk0TCEvcc3oihu3nL-Dw5G8IcGqkF_D4YsEOJZGal4l1HWpuzhnWTuAy0uruROHygAm4fPr5tJK6RpuKbfPBXITXC/s400/DSC07863.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123250935071522370" /></a><div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div></font> <p> <div align=right> <font color="75fa8b">ROCK THE HOUSE DOWN AT;<br> <b>9:37 AM</font></b></div align> </font> <p><br> <font color="fffa6c"> <b> Saturday, October 06, 2007 </b></font> <br><br> <font color="white"> <div style="clear:both;"></div>My head is practically song-free right now...<br /><br />====================<br /><br />Anyway, I can consider this week to be one of the craziest in my life. For one thing, me and my long-time arch nemesis made up. All thanks to Sister Althea (and not to mention, my big mouth). Well, it wouldn't have happened hadn't I been reacting to everything Sister Althea was saying pertaining our lesson in religion. It was about loving others as much as yourself, and we were talking about things like bestfriends breaking up, etc, and I felt like everyone was talking about me and her. Sister must've noticed my "unusual talkative-ness", She said something like: "<em>Nako, Kathleen. Mag-usap kaya kayo mamaya</em>". Everyone was like "<em>Uuuuuuuuuuuyyyy...Nice one, Kathleen...</em>" while I was like "<em>............................</em>". <em>How could she? How could Sister make me undergo this trial</em>???<br /><br />So the whole day (Religion was our first subject), everyone was counting down to 5 o'clock (our dismissal time; the time me and SHE would have our little "<em>heart to heart</em>". Finally, it came. I'll cut the story short: I told my side of the story, she told hers, and we hugged right after. Happy?<br /><br />But seriously, I never thought I'd be really happy to be back in her life. I thought I didn't want anything anymore to <em>DO</em> with her life. Maybe the mind can be a fool at times...<br /><br />====================<br /><br />I'm really feeling guilty right now. It's 'coz, well, I know I haven't been there for my band all the time. I mean, I was, like, one of the "founders" of ENCORD, but whenever I'm invited to go jamming with them, there's always a reason for me not to go, like I'm grounded, or we have a visitor and things like that. I keep asking them to bear with me, but I think I'm over-abusing their patience.<br /><br />====================<br /><br />ENCORD got invited by Musicians Corner to play in a concert this December at the Astrodome. There would be guest stars and talent scouts in the audience. Cool, eh? But there's a downside: we must enrol in MC, for 5000 pesos!!!!!! At first I thought, "They're giving us a chance to be famous, but why should we pay for it???". But I had second thoughts: I actually want to enrol. It's for my band, mind you. But my parents, my utterly <em>PRACTICAL-THINKING</em> parents, have in mind the first thought that came into my mind when I heard about the 5000-peso thingy. Now they won't allow me to join.<br /><br />Again, long story-short, I'm trying to change their minds, and I think I'm getting there.<br /><br />====================<br /><br />Our school's local presscon just ended last Monday (it started last Thursday). Long story-short (here we go again), I only joined Copyreading and Headline Writing, Sportswriting and Editorial Cartooning. Mrs. Manalad informed me a few days ago about my garnering a place in the Sportswriting tilt. I just hope it's first, so I can go to the DSPC with this other girl, who, according to a very, very reliable source, garnered first place in this certain contest.<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div></font> <p> <div align=right> <font color="75fa8b">ROCK THE HOUSE DOWN AT;<br> <b>8:29 PM</font></b></div align> </font> <p><br> <font color="fffa6c"> <b> Saturday, September 22, 2007 </b></font> <br><br> <font color="white"> <div style="clear:both;"></div>SONG I'M LOVING RIGHT NOW: Any song that talks about life's being so freakin' unfair...<br /><br />Wanna know why?<br /><br />For over a week, Mel, Anaw, Fiona and Eka have been excused from their classes (for whole days, mind you) so they could work on the props for the Sci-Yaw (it's a science month thing; an interpretative dance competition). I visited them almost everyday, and I saw the really good job they did (I wish I could post a picture of the finished product here, but I couldn't. Sorry). Two or three days before the contest, I joined them in doing their work. It was almost done, so I just helped in doing the finishing touches. Finally, it was finished. We, being the people who created the big painting, were really proud of what we did, especially when people told us how utterly beautiful it was.<br /><br />Yesterday afternoon, me and my batchmates were at the West Central Elementary School to watch the Sci-Yaw. Our group was the second to the last to perform (there were nine contestants in all). The first seven groups were alright (we were laughing at the group which had Pringles-shaped skirts, and the group which had a girl who had little butterfly wings strapped to her back). Then, it was our group's turn and, BOY, were they good!!! They were easily the best group there!!! The last group was ayt...<br /><br />Then came the results:<br /><br />3rd place: Contestant number 7!!!<br /><br />Us: Whoo...<br /><br />2nd place: Contestant number 9!!!<br /><br />Us: YESSS!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />1st place: Contestant number...<br /><br />Us: 8!! 8!! 8!! 8!! 8!!<br /><br />Announcer: ...5!!!!!!!<br /><br />Contestant number 5: WOOHOOO!!!!!!! YEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!! YAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!! YEEEAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!<br /><br />Us: ..........................<br /><br />We were speechless; too dumbfounded to react. I mean, how could they (the judges) let those freaks with mediocre talent win over our excellent, cut-above-the-rest dancers???!!! The "winners" had so many mistakes...<br /><br />On the way back to school, me and Mel hardly said a word to each other. We were both really upset. I mean we - they - worked their butts off on the background!!!<br /><br />I kanda agree with the GM Fiona sent before the announcement of winners:<br /><br />"i doubt it..."<br /><br />I kinda knew she was talking about the judging...<br /><br />Back at school, me and Eka were ranting at the top of our lungs in the bathroom. I'm pretty sure you would do the same, had you been in our shoes.<br /><br />====================<br /><br />Anyway, on the brighter side of things, I learned how to drive an automatic today. Nothing big, really.<br /><br />====================<br /><br />I hate her. I'm mad at her. I never wanna see her face ever again.<br /><br />But I wonder why my heart still seems to melt everytime I hear the songs "When You're Gone" by Avril Lavigne and "Who Knew" by Pink. Do I still miss her?<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div></font> <p> <div align=right> <font color="75fa8b">ROCK THE HOUSE DOWN AT;<br> <b>9:30 PM</font></b></div align> </font> <p><br> <font color="fffa6c"> <b> Sunday, September 16, 2007 </b></font> <br><br> <font color="white"> <div style="clear:both;"></div>I'M NOT LOVING ANY PARTICULAR SONG RIGHT NOW...<br /><br />In fact, I haven't been loving any particular song lately...<br /><br />Wonder why...<br /><br />====================<br /><br />I've been playing NEOPETS all day. It's so addictive!!! WAAH!!!!!!<br /><br />====================<br /><br />The UAAP Cheerdance Competition was just concluded a while ago. UP won, followed by USTe (there was only a .60 point difference between the first two teams) and FEU. Dang. I wanted the Salinggawi Dance Troupe (USTe's squad) to win.<br /><br />On second thought, I thought they weren't joining. Well, that's what I read in my friend's blog. Hmmmm.....<br /><br />====================<br /><br />I've been in front of the laptop for practically the WHOLE DAY. I think my eyes are gonna bleed.<br /><br />====================<br /><br />Come to think of it, I still have to right an editorial for the DSBH. I would've done it earlier had Mrs. Manalad informed me that it's the EIC's job to write such a column. I thought it was her job, being the adviser.<br /><br />Anyway, wish me luck. Better yet, give me a good idea for an editorial. Please. Please. Please. I'm begging you...<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div></font> <p> <div align=right> <font color="75fa8b">ROCK THE HOUSE DOWN AT;<br> <b>8:47 PM</font></b></div align> </font> <p><br> <font color="fffa6c"> <b></b></font> <br><br> <font color="white"> <div style="clear:both;"></div><strong>SONG I'M LOVING RIGHT NOW</strong>: "<strong>Boulevard of Broken Dreams</strong>" by <strong>Greenday</strong><br /><br />Check out this email I read yesterday:<br /><br /><em>KNOW THESE FACTS? <br /><br />Death is certain but the Bible speaks about untimely death! <br /><br />Make a personal reflection about this..... <br />Very interesting, read until the end.....It is written in the Bible <br />(Galatians 6:7): <br /><br />"Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap. <br /><br />Here are some men <br />and women who mocked God : <br /><br />John Lennon (Singer): <br />Some years before, during his interview with an American Magazine, he said: "Christianity will end, it will disappear. I do not have to argue about <br />that. I am certain. Jesus was ok, but his subjects were too simple, Today we are more famous than Him" (1966). <br /><br />Lennon, after saying that the Beatles were more famous than Jesus Christ, was shot <br />six times. <br /><br /><br />Tancredo Neves (President of Brazil ): <br />During the Presidential campaign, he said if he got 500,000 votes from his <br />party, not even God would remove him from <br />Presidency. <br /><br />Sure he got the votes, but he got sick a day before being made President, <br />then he died. <br /> <br /><br />Cazuza (Bi-sexual Brazilian composer, singer and poet): <br />During A show in Canecio ( Rio de Janeiro ), while smoking his cigarette, <br />he puffed out some smoke into the air and said: "God, that's for you." <br /><br />He died at the age of 32 of AIDS in a horrible manner. <br /><br /><br />The man who built the Titanic <br />After the <br />construction of Titanic, a reporter asked him how safe the Titanic would <br />be. With an ironic tone he said: "Not even God can sink it" <br /><br />The result: I think you all know what happened to the Titanic . <br /><br /><br />Marilyn Monroe (Actress) <br />She was visited by Billy Graham during a presentation of a show. He <br />said the Spirit of God had sent him to preach to her. After hearing <br />what the Preacher had to say, she said: "I don't need your Jesus". <br /><br />A week later, she was found dead in her apartment <br />. <br /><br /><br />Bon Scott (Singer) <br />The ex-vocalist of the AC/DC. On one of his 1979 songs he sang: "Don't <br />stop me, I'm going down all the way, down the highway to hell". <br /><br />On the 19th of February 1980, Bon Scott was found dead, he had been choked by his own vomit. <br /><br /><br />Campinas (IN 2005) <br />In Campinas, Brazil a group of friends, drunk, went to pick up a <br />friend.....The <br />mother accompanied her to the car and was so worried about the drunkenness <br />of her friends and she said to the daughter holding her hand, who was <br />already seated in the car: <br /><br />"My Daughter, Go With God And May He Protect You.." She responded: "Only <br />If He (God) travels in the trunk, cause inside here.....it's already full <br />" <br /><br />Hours later, news came by that they had been involved in a fatal accident, <br />everyone had died, <br />the car could not be recognized what type of car it had been, but <br />surprisingly, the trunk was intact. <br />The police said there was no way the trunk could have remained intact. To their surprise, inside the trunk was a crate of eggs, none was broken. <br /><br />Christine Hewitt Jamaican Journalist and entertainer Said the Bible (Word of God) was the <br />worst book ever written. <br /><br />In June 2006 she was found burnt beyond recognition in her motor vehicle . <br /><br />Many more important people have forgotten that there is no other name that was given so much authority as the name of Jesus. 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