<?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-6014759042305927954</id><updated>2011-09-11T04:45:49.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IGNORANCE IS YOUR NEW BESTFRIEND.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-6105741139197642944</id><published>2010-11-14T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T07:09:59.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson Learned.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hindi porket nakakasama mo siyang mangarap, kasama siya sa mga pangarap mo at kasama ka sa mga pangarap niya eh kayo na talaga. Hindi porket maganda ang mga pangarap niyo para sa isa’t isa eh matutupad iyon ng magkasama kayo. Tapos ang masaklap pa dun, pagdating sa huli hindi din pala kayo. Nakakapanghina, nakakapanglumo. Maiisip mo na lang na sana hindi ka na lang nangarap kasama siya. Sana nangarap ka na lang mag-isa. Minsan masarap lang talaga mangarap ng may kasama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Matagal na ito. Bigla lang pumasok sa utak ko. Ngayon ko lang nagawang i-post dahil okay na okay na ako sa buhay ko and for update purposes na din kasi nilalangaw na yata itong blogspot site ko dahil sa tagal ko ba namang hindi nabisita. Ang hirap kaya gumawa ng blog kapag galit ka. Baka kasi may mailagay kang hindi kaaya-aya. Ayun lang. Hanggang sa susunod na post! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-6105741139197642944?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/6105741139197642944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/11/lesson-learned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/6105741139197642944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/6105741139197642944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/11/lesson-learned.html' title='Lesson Learned.'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-8737605054393162058</id><published>2010-07-11T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T07:23:52.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whole New Dimension</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Some nights such as this, when nothing in particular is going on, I lie awake in bed all night. You know that moment when you're too tired to do anything but your mind is filled with millions of random thoughts?  Yeah, that's when I lay there and think about everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, I think about how many people had their hearts broken today. How many babies were born at this very moment. How many lovers break up at this time of the night. How many criminals run free. What clouds feel like. Are other people thinking about the same thoughts as the thoughts I'm thinking about right now? What does this all mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I probably should be getting to sleep at this time of the night. But instead, I cover myself up with my soft blanket, hug my favorite fluffy pillow, close my drowsy eyes and let my mind wander to wherever it pleases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maybe tonight I'll imagine myself in another place. I wonder what it would be like to travel all over the world. To leave this town in the dead of night, and walk on sandy shores with moonlight reflected on the water and the low tide grazing my ankles. Like, right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes I think about my future children. Or conversations with my husband. I ponder recipes and artistic endeavors. Or that one book yet to be written, the one I want to write someday.  Slowly my eyes grow heavy. I wonder how many people are yearning the same as I lay on my comfy bed until sleep dominates me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then a soft voice in my head speaks to me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;This is going to take more than one night.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-8737605054393162058?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/8737605054393162058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/07/whole-new-dimension.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/8737605054393162058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/8737605054393162058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/07/whole-new-dimension.html' title='A Whole New Dimension'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-6815868224088973808</id><published>2010-06-27T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T03:09:30.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple Luscious Lips?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TCch-l2TFYI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ok46Xl9QszU/s1600/Bobo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TCch-l2TFYI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ok46Xl9QszU/s400/Bobo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487392030169699714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ANG PUMUTOK KONG LABI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;BOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Marahil ay nagtataka ka kung ano ba talaga ang nangyari sa aking labi at bakit naging luscious, sexy, and one-side purple ang aking lips. Mahal na mahal ko kasi ang pingpong kaya pati ang pingpong table, hinalikan ko na. Joke. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Kahapon kasi, naglaro kami ng aking kaibigan ng pingpong. Ako naman, ayun, sige, palo sa bola. Palo dito, palo doon, at sinubukan pang paluin yung bola kahit sobrang lapit na sa net. At oo, nasubsob ang aking nguso sa pingpong table. Katangahan, no? Sino ba naman ang masusubsob sa pingpong table habang naglalaro ng pingpong? Ako lang ata eh. Oh bakit? Kaya niyo ba yun? Asa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- 06/26/10 -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/6014759042305927954-6815868224088973808?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/6815868224088973808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/06/purple-luscious-lips.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/6815868224088973808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/6815868224088973808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/06/purple-luscious-lips.html' title='Purple Luscious Lips?'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TCch-l2TFYI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ok46Xl9QszU/s72-c/Bobo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-3877064331630726505</id><published>2010-06-18T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T06:45:09.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dealing With Backstabbers"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There's always going to be people who talk shit about you behind your back because of something that happened that you regret in the past. Well, those people who pin point those things in your life are setting things up for you to fail again and make the same mistakes just so they can prove themselves right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of trying to fight back, try to just ignore them even if you want to strangle every single one of them so badly, and move on with your life. To fight back is something you would do to keep your pride and dignity. But in most case scenarios like the one we are talking about, fighting back definitely won’t make things better. It's best if you prove them wrong through your actions because actions speak louder than words. No matter how much we try to pursue ourselves that we have changed or that we are doing better in life now, still, envious or jealous people see the negative side in everything we do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world is full of hate and love. It's our choice to see which one we want to hold on to and move on to be a better person. So, shut up! Don't try to justify who you are by talking shit right back or demeaning those backstabbers personally and publicly. Backstabbers are only powerful when your back is turned. Just let it go and live your life. Even if what they say is true, who the hell cares? Just don't stoop down to their level because in a few months from now, nobody will care and people would have gotten over it just like how you would have gotten over it too. Drama only blows out of proportion when you intend it to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(This was my Featured Article assignment. Rated 9.7 out of 10, by Mr. Michael Rimorin.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-3877064331630726505?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/3877064331630726505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/06/dealing-with-backstabbers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/3877064331630726505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/3877064331630726505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/06/dealing-with-backstabbers.html' title='&quot;Dealing With Backstabbers&quot;'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-2706438372698177299</id><published>2010-06-13T00:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T00:06:02.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long Sweet Summer ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TBSC6VxJn2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/isjeZKNisT0/s1600/Heart2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TBSC6VxJn2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/isjeZKNisT0/s400/Heart2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482150585204055906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In this photo: Me &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://superoreokim.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kim Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'll be back in school again in a day. I'll be embracing my last year in high school. Yes, I am now officially called a Senior. So yeah, back to school means waking up at 6'oclock in the morning, meeting new classmates, whole new adventures, and new notebooks to doodle on. Yes, to doodle on and not to write lecture notes on. We're about to go back to school again and face all those challenges around. I'll really miss summer. But really, I'm excited to see my friends again. But what I really love most about the back-to-school routine is the buying of materials. I dunno, but I really love having those fresh bags, pens and notebooks. This may sound nerdy for some people but I really feel energized when I buy those stuff days before the start of the school year. Lookin' forward on going to school on Tuesday! I missed everyone. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-2706438372698177299?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/2706438372698177299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-long-sweet-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/2706438372698177299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/2706438372698177299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-long-sweet-summer.html' title='So Long Sweet Summer ♥'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TBSC6VxJn2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/isjeZKNisT0/s72-c/Heart2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-3638119311527662211</id><published>2010-06-08T10:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T10:09:02.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALEJANDRO PREMIERE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally, after the long wait, ALEJANDRO's here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;June 09, 2010 @ 12:10AM - Philippines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALEJANDRO - LADY GAGA VIDEO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=niqrrmev4mA"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So uhm, &lt;i&gt;ALEJANDRO&lt;/i&gt; reminds me of Vogue-era Madonna. Not necessarily bad, but I was expecting... more... Okay. I'm so bummed. All that build-up and Alejandro was, eh. It's definitely not Bad Romance or Telephone. Just sayin'. Still, Lady Gaga's HOT. Loved the ending though. It's pretty weird but hey! It's Lady Gaga we're talkin' about. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s29/kitkat037/tumblr_l3pf5zxDXz1qa2nz2o1_400.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;See what I mean? O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6014759042305927954-3638119311527662211?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/3638119311527662211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/06/alejandro-premiere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/3638119311527662211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/3638119311527662211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/06/alejandro-premiere.html' title='ALEJANDRO PREMIERE'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-4278705283713503086</id><published>2010-05-20T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T00:06:45.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GLEEK! :3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;GLEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S_WCQ6ZBToI/AAAAAAAAANg/LqrReQpgaoQ/s1600/Glee.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S_WCQ6ZBToI/AAAAAAAAANg/LqrReQpgaoQ/s400/Glee.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473424149202423426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's official. Nakahanap na naman ako ng series na kaka-adikan ko. Dati, na-love at first sight ako sa Gossip Girl. Pero ngayon? Huu~ Nakakalimutan ko na nga manuod ng new episodes ng Gossip Girl dahil busy ako kakanuod ng GLEE! Bago ako matulog, nanunuod muna ako ng GLEE dahil hindi kumpleto ang gabi ko unless makanuod ako ng GLEE. And yes, hanggang madaling araw po yan mga kapuyaters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;At dahil sa sobrang ka-adikan ko na dito, naisipan kong maki-GLEE na rin katulad ng mga cast sa picture above. As you can see, naka-loser sign sila or pwede na rin nating tawaging &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;laban sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;dahil ganyan din ang sign na ginagawa ni future president Noy Noy Aquino. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S_WDHZDXGhI/AAAAAAAAANw/7OYJdCPk5j4/s1600/Hehe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S_WDHZDXGhI/AAAAAAAAANw/7OYJdCPk5j4/s400/Hehe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473425085146012178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;At shempre, isinama ko na rin ang aking dalawang matatalik na kaibigan na si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://superoreokim.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Kim Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kar0linerz.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Karoline Sy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; sa GLEE Craze dahil sila rin ay nanunuod ng GLEE. ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S_WEICwqfZI/AAAAAAAAAN4/qKN5brSL8f8/s1600/Glee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S_WEICwqfZI/AAAAAAAAAN4/qKN5brSL8f8/s400/Glee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473426195853507986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;That's all, thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/6014759042305927954-4278705283713503086?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/4278705283713503086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/05/gleek-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/4278705283713503086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/4278705283713503086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/05/gleek-3.html' title='GLEEK! :3'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S_WCQ6ZBToI/AAAAAAAAANg/LqrReQpgaoQ/s72-c/Glee.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-4049493131823208446</id><published>2010-05-16T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T11:55:41.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaka Doll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dahil ako ay bored na bored na bored na, yung as in bored na bored na sa buhay ko this summer, kung ano ano na pinag gagagawa ko. Etong latest trip ko, hindi na involved ang make-up plus my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;CUTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; face. Buhok ko naman ang pinagtripan ko. Nagpa-full bangs ako. Naisipan ko kasi na ang boring boring ng ichura ko. Wala man lang ka-style style yung hair ko. Straight lang siya. Lame. So, ayan ayan ayan! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S_A46XQZE7I/AAAAAAAAANY/mEd9D7E9mpw/s1600/Blah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 354px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S_A46XQZE7I/AAAAAAAAANY/mEd9D7E9mpw/s400/Blah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471936122581488562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mmm, watcha say? :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6014759042305927954-4049493131823208446?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/4049493131823208446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/05/chaka-doll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/4049493131823208446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/4049493131823208446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/05/chaka-doll.html' title='Chaka Doll'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S_A46XQZE7I/AAAAAAAAANY/mEd9D7E9mpw/s72-c/Blah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-5518095457313344281</id><published>2010-05-11T10:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T11:54:52.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anime Eyes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eto naman ang latest trip ko. And yes, like last time, make up na naman ang napagdiskitahan ko. Na-inspire lang kasi ako na gawin to. Kanina kasi, habang ako ay naglilibot libot sa Tumblr, nakita ko ang litratong ito sa aking napaka-bonggang dashboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S-mOdSd2Y7I/AAAAAAAAANA/18KP4n6uIok/s1600/tumblr_kyrbfoWWpI1qawqj6o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S-mOdSd2Y7I/AAAAAAAAANA/18KP4n6uIok/s400/tumblr_kyrbfoWWpI1qawqj6o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470059856242566066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 361px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh diba? Napaka-astig at napaka-cute! So naisip ko, since mahilig naman akong pagdiskitahan ang aking pagmumukha, why not try this? So, agad agad na kinuha ko ang mga make-up ng aking ina at hala sige, pinagsasasayang na naman. Naging maganda naman ang resulta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S-mPNdldyuI/AAAAAAAAANQ/kjM1giCuEmk/s1600/Ouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S-mPNdldyuI/AAAAAAAAANQ/kjM1giCuEmk/s400/Ouch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470060683861019362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kulay pink yung iris na ginawa ko jan. Kaso hindi ko type dahil nagmumukha akong kikay. Mas okay tignan nung ginawa kong black and white. So ayan, presenting... ANIME EYES! :-)&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/6014759042305927954-5518095457313344281?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/5518095457313344281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/05/anime-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/5518095457313344281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/5518095457313344281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/05/anime-eyes.html' title='Anime Eyes!'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S-mOdSd2Y7I/AAAAAAAAANA/18KP4n6uIok/s72-c/tumblr_kyrbfoWWpI1qawqj6o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-9189314761107244949</id><published>2010-05-04T12:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T12:19:48.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EYESTICK? Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Orange ako today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;FOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;EYESTICK PART 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/05/eyestick.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S-BySV-ZaMI/AAAAAAAAAM4/o4l7K4qoY6Q/s1600/Picture+0512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S-BySV-ZaMI/AAAAAAAAAM4/o4l7K4qoY6Q/s400/Picture+0512.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467495607089850562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sandali ah. Wait wait wait. Parang may napapansin ako sa sarili ko. Bakit parang bigla yata akong nagkakaroon ng interest sa make ups? Ang hilig kong pag experimentohan ang aking pagmumukha. Pati lipstick nagiging eyestick na! Hmm... Anong trip na naman kaya ito KitKat? Aber? :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-9189314761107244949?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/9189314761107244949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/05/eyestick-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/9189314761107244949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/9189314761107244949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/05/eyestick-part-2.html' title='EYESTICK? Part 2'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S-BySV-ZaMI/AAAAAAAAAM4/o4l7K4qoY6Q/s72-c/Picture+0512.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-8558538353514640125</id><published>2010-05-03T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T02:36:33.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EYESTICK?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo, hindi &lt;s style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;lipstick&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;EYESTICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. Bakit kamo? Malalaman mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mag isa ko lang sa bahay ngayon dahil nagpunta ang aking nanay at ang aking nakababatang kapatid sa Urdaneta para bumisita. Hindi ako sumama sa kanila dahil ayaw ko magpa-isturbo sa aking beauty sleep kaninang umaga dahil ang aga nila umalis. 9AM? Masarap na masarap pa ang aking tulog nun! May matching hilik pa! Ferfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto na, eto na!&lt;br /&gt;Introducing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;WET N WILD LIPSTICK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pwedeng gawing lipstick, blush on, at eyeshadow!&lt;br /&gt;Nakaka-wild talaga! Hahahahaha. Charing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S96ShrIZnNI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/UG8XZTz0fb8/s1600/05032010613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S96ShrIZnNI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/UG8XZTz0fb8/s400/05032010613.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466968104885656786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dahil ako nga ay bored, napagtripan ko tong lipstick na ito. Nilagyan ko ang aking mga mata para kunwari ako ay si Barbie. Pero may isang malaking problema, hindi po ako marunong maglagay ng make-up! Ang kinalabasan? Scroll down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;LIIT MATA VIEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S96UJM2LiMI/AAAAAAAAAMY/tWViA-DMAiA/s1600/Picture+0501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 64px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S96UJM2LiMI/AAAAAAAAAMY/tWViA-DMAiA/s400/Picture+0501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466969883462568130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;LAKI MATA VIEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S96UJSz2lxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/-YVbQtl_pxk/s1600/Picture+0500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S96UJSz2lxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/-YVbQtl_pxk/s400/Picture+0500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466969885063419666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ayan ang tinatawag na eyeshadow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;KitKat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;style!&lt;br /&gt;Kahit hindi pantay pantay, pinaghirapan ko yan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pwedeng pwede ito gamitin kapag gusto mong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;MAG PA-CUTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S96WXKSx-CI/AAAAAAAAAMo/pGPGVjikPA8/s1600/Picture+0502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S96WXKSx-CI/AAAAAAAAAMo/pGPGVjikPA8/s400/Picture+0502.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466972322318645282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;MAG MUKHANG LASING NA PA-CUTE NA ADIK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S96WXXo9npI/AAAAAAAAAMw/85ndp7avWwQ/s1600/Picture+0506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S96WXXo9npI/AAAAAAAAAMw/85ndp7avWwQ/s400/Picture+0506.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466972325901344402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should try this at home but at home only.&lt;br /&gt;I repeat: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;TRY THIS AT HOME BUT AT HOME ONLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung ayaw niyong mapagkamalan na clown. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Pasensya na po. Walang kwenta to. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-8558538353514640125?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/8558538353514640125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/05/eyestick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/8558538353514640125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/8558538353514640125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/05/eyestick.html' title='EYESTICK?'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S96ShrIZnNI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/UG8XZTz0fb8/s72-c/05032010613.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-5879354644385845277</id><published>2010-04-29T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T10:33:48.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gago Ka. Period.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alam mo? Gago ka. Bwisit, leche, walang kwenta, and most of all manhid! Ang laki mo pang tanga! Pero alam mo, mas gago ako sayo. Kasi nagpumilit akong mahalin ang isang gagong katulad mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;*&lt;i&gt;Oh diba? Winner!&lt;/i&gt;* (Mariel Rodriguez style)&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/6014759042305927954-5879354644385845277?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/5879354644385845277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/04/gago-ka-period.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/5879354644385845277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/5879354644385845277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/04/gago-ka-period.html' title='Gago Ka. Period.'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-1937427968519212909</id><published>2010-04-28T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T13:28:16.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I N S O M N I A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;No, not Craig David's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Insomnia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;but the other one. Insomnia, literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This is a terrible thing. I've always suffered too much of this every summer. I sleep around five in the morning and wake up by two in the afternoon. No matter how comfortable I am with my sleeping position, it's just not enough to make me sleep. Hot milk and biscuits, calm background music, and a kiss-goodnight won’t do either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;*Because I can't sleep til you're next to me! LOLJK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SAVE ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-1937427968519212909?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/1937427968519212909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/04/annual-problem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/1937427968519212909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/1937427968519212909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/04/annual-problem.html' title='Annual Problem'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-8864257941166927444</id><published>2010-04-20T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T00:08:24.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ume-Echos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don’t think I came off as much as a bitch as I wanted to in that conversation. Dati, clinear out ko na sayo na I don't wanna hear your problems kung hindi ka rin lang makikinig sa mga sinasabi ko sayo at magnenegative comment ka pa sa mga sinabi ko. Hopefully that came out clear this time around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I try to be a good friend to you. If you need me then call me, text me or PM me, get in touch any way you can and I’ll try to help as much as possible. I can only deal with bullshit for so long before I want to bash your face in and discard your mutilated body on a desolate road though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It’s perfectly fine with me if you don’t give a shit about what goes on in my mind but don’t try to bullshit me. Don’t throw your fucking arm around me and call me a friend when you sure as fuck don’t act like one. And don’t turn things around on me when I call you on your bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;---------------------------O-I-N-K----------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No use crying over spilled milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wag imbyernahin ang sarili kahit kaimbye-imbyerna ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;la fez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;niya&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lalo naman ang ugali. Echoserang donkey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Matitikman mo din ang powers ni Sailormoon.&lt;/span&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;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sa ngalan ng buwan, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;---------------------------O-I-N-K----------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal; font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meh. Whatever. Who’s up for chocolate chip cookies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-8864257941166927444?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/8864257941166927444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/04/ume-echos_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/8864257941166927444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/8864257941166927444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/04/ume-echos_20.html' title='Ume-Echos'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-6961147508256917344</id><published>2010-04-19T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T08:54:05.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wait, no. &lt;s&gt;Spring&lt;/s&gt; cleaning? Wala ngang spring dito sa Pilipinas eh. Let's call it... SUMMER CLEANING. Oh diba? Hahahahaha. Wala lang. Umeechos ang gaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S8x7hIpV8DI/AAAAAAAAAMI/0BvuyPuT_5g/s1600/spring-cleaning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S8x7hIpV8DI/AAAAAAAAAMI/0BvuyPuT_5g/s400/spring-cleaning.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461876257280356402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So anyway, ako nga ay maglilinis ng aking tahanan. Ops ops ops! Not literally. Lilinisan ko ang aking Blogspot site. Ang bahay ng aking mga thoughts, kadramahans and stuff. Magdedelete ako ng mga blogs. Pero, yung mga tungkol lang naman sa isang specific topic. Isang specific na guy na gusto ko nang kalimutan. Kalimutan na nagkakilala kami, naging magkaibigan kami, naging magkasintahan, magkaaway, lahat! Para na rin siguro ito sa ikabubuti ko. Ayaw ko nang ma-involve sa taong ito in any way na. Mabuti nang wala kaming communication or anything. Iniiwasan ko na nga siya eh. It's better this way. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, yun lang. Mababawasan na ang aking blogs dahil i-dedelete ko na ang mga blogs na yun. Maglilinis na ng mga echeburecheng walang kakwenta kwenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh. By the way, ang aking kaibigan na si Monina Coteok ay naglipat bahay na. Sa mga nakaka-kilala sa kanya dito sa blogspot, re-link niyo siya. Here's her new link. -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bookaholicmeetsblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chaching!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-6961147508256917344?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/6961147508256917344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-cleaning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/6961147508256917344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/6961147508256917344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring Cleaning!'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S8x7hIpV8DI/AAAAAAAAAMI/0BvuyPuT_5g/s72-c/spring-cleaning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-4114909867302025520</id><published>2010-04-15T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T01:54:28.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinagtripan Ang Kapatid. Bwahaha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bd731f95e3502981" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbd731f95e3502981%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331385735%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5C01A81A502572CD7D7AD356317BDC65B9F3C642.7FD89FEE94734C97AD3305F6376581093A0D2005%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbd731f95e3502981%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyqT9AUzBkMmRywQGs-XBG2P-zUI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbd731f95e3502981%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331385735%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5C01A81A502572CD7D7AD356317BDC65B9F3C642.7FD89FEE94734C97AD3305F6376581093A0D2005%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbd731f95e3502981%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyqT9AUzBkMmRywQGs-XBG2P-zUI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Halatang bored eh no? :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-4114909867302025520?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/4114909867302025520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/04/pinagtripan-ang-kapatid-bwahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/4114909867302025520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/4114909867302025520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/04/pinagtripan-ang-kapatid-bwahaha.html' title='Pinagtripan Ang Kapatid. Bwahaha.'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-4483701613786743084</id><published>2010-03-25T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T11:41:28.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected.</title><content type='html'>Kasi kanina, kausap ko ang aking BFF na si &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/kebtan"&gt;Kevin Tan&lt;/a&gt;. Kwinekwento niya kung paano siya nababakla dun sa malaking gagambang dumapo sa kanyang paa kagabi. Tapos, bigla na lang may nag-PM sa akin. cleanandclearph@yahoo.com Sabi sa akin, nanalo daw ako ng two silver tickets for Changing Lives concert ni Timbaland, Justin Timberlake and JoJo. At first, akala ko pinagloloko loko lang ako. Tapos pag check ko dun sa Multiply site ng Clean &amp;amp; Clear, shet! Nanalo nga ako! Out of all the voters nationwide kasi, pipili ng isang lucky voter na mananalo ng tickets. Grabe, sa dinami dami ng mga bumoboto all around the Philippines, ako pa ang nanalo? At nanalo ako dahil bumoto ako ng tatlong beses lamang? Kung hindi ba naman swerte no? &lt;a href="http://cleanandclearphil.multiply.com/journal/item/104/We_have_our_Lucky_Voter"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelan ba yung concert? March 27, 2010. Makakapunta ba ako? HINDI. Yun nga ang problema eh, nanalo nga ako, hindi ko naman ma-eenjoy. So I've decided na ibigay ko na lang sa &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/ilovemypepper"&gt;kuya&lt;/a&gt; ko at sa &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/ilovechili"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/a&gt; niya since kakagaling lang ng kuya ko sa sakit at gragraduate na silang dalawa from college. Parang graduation gift ko na rin sa kanila yun. Chaka pambawi din dahil hindi kami nakapunta ng Paramore concert kahit may Silver tickets kami kasi exams naming tatlo. Oh well. Expect the unexpected! From now on, magvovote vote na ako sa mga online contests palagi. :-P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-4483701613786743084?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/4483701613786743084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/03/unexpected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/4483701613786743084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/4483701613786743084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/03/unexpected.html' title='Unexpected.'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-363826605424512688</id><published>2010-03-21T11:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:09:47.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Afraid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I realized something tonight while trying to clear my mind of all my usual stresses. I realized I’m not happy. Yeah, I joke, kid, laugh around all the time and I always have a smile on my face, but that’s all an act. It’s to hide the truth that deep down, I’m really trying to fight to keep my sanity and composure. I read once that the happiest people you know are the saddest people you’ll ever meet and I find that statement to be true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m always pushing aside my sorrow and problems by burying them deep in me so I don’t have to worry about them but in reality all I’m doing is piling them one on top of the other. I’m creating a mass grave of depression and grief that will one day topple over me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back to all the times I thought I was genuinely happy seem to be all a joke. Yes, there are a few instances where I was really happy but am I mistaken? Maybe those times weren’t real. Maybe I forced myself to believe that I was happy so i would be able to make it through one more day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-363826605424512688?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/363826605424512688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-afraid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/363826605424512688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/363826605424512688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-afraid.html' title='I&apos;m Afraid.'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-1224103869485808214</id><published>2010-03-13T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T09:58:37.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.E.T.S. Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello there! See, I haven't updated my Blogspot site in a while now. I've been so busy these past few days. And why? Because I'm one of the campaign managers of L.E.T.S. Party. I've been busy organizing stuff like tarpaulin layouts, dance practices and so on and also been busy updating the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://puiletsparty.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;L.E.T.S. Party&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; website. Since I am one of the campaign managers, I would like to campaign my beloved party mates here on my own website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S5vRXW7JdSI/AAAAAAAAALY/o_st_-d_-KM/s1600-h/BLAH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S5vRXW7JdSI/AAAAAAAAALY/o_st_-d_-KM/s400/BLAH.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448178373455607074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The picture above, as you can see, is the tarpaulin layout &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/ilovechili?ref=ts"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kriselle Viray&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; made. Please click it to see the picture better. :-) Thanks for helping us with the layout!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PUI High School students, you should visit the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://puiletsparty.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;L.E.T.S. Party&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; website! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vote straight L.E.T.S. Party! :-)&lt;/span&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/6014759042305927954-1224103869485808214?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/1224103869485808214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/03/lets-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/1224103869485808214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/1224103869485808214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/03/lets-party.html' title='L.E.T.S. Party!'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S5vRXW7JdSI/AAAAAAAAALY/o_st_-d_-KM/s72-c/BLAH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-1125853175459743571</id><published>2010-03-07T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:16:47.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Few days more before summer. You can do this KitKat. You can do this! Just a few more days and you're out of the school premises! No more teachers, no more homeworks, no more annoying-looking people, no more irritating people who are getting into my nerves, just pure summer fun! Oh wait, before all of that, I should be thinking about our final examinations. I haven't studied a thing yet and our examination starts tomorrow! What did I do all weekend instead of studying, you ask? Well, I watched Fushigi Yuugi. Yes, freakin' Fushigi Yuugi. This old Japanese anime I used to watch with my cousin, Karen Dulay, back then when I was, I think, in pre-school. At that time, I barely understood what the characters were saying! But now that I do understand them, even if this anime's already old 'cause it was made in the 1990's, I find this anime smokin' hot! You should watch it. It's definitely worth watching. It's all about love, friendship, myths and other stuff. Here, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/irock5657"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So anyway, I know it's too late to study 'cause it's already exactly 12:06AM on my watch but I'll study a little. Well, the truth is, I never really studied so much at examinations. It's all about the stock knowledge. You just have to listen to your teacher while he or she is discussing the lesson and that's it! Well, I don't know if this method works on everyone but it sure works for me. I still pass my subjects without failing grades at all. Yes, I know I shouldn't be at all satisfied by what I'm doing but I don't know, I guess I'm a queen of procrastinators.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Back to the summer topic. So this summer, I'm more likely to grow fatter. I'm not saying I'm fat, well I think I'm fat but people don't think I'm fat. Maybe I'm just too conscious of my appearance. I just can't help it! I love eating so much. Eating has become one of my many hobbies. It amazes me that the fact that I eat a lot, I don't get fat at all. Maybe it's because my metabolism speed is fast. You know, science stuff. Whatever. So, I think I need to figure out a way to lose calories, but if I did, I wouldn't probably use the idea. I would be too lazy to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, what have I been up to these past few weeks? Well, I've been reading the Twilight Saga and I'm reading Eclipse now. I know, reading is not my thing but I must admit, Twilight Saga has indeed caught me by surprise! The story keeps on getting better and better every time I read every chapter. Way to go, Stephenie Meyer! Two thumbs up from me to you. Edward Cullen dazzles me. It's just a shame that he's not true. That he's just a character in a story. I would love to have my own vampire boyfriend! I WILL MAKE HIM BITE ME! Bwahahaha. Just kidding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay. I'm bored already. I wonder what I'll be doing with my family for the next few weeks since my dad's coming from Dubai for a vacation with us for a month. We'll have a shopping spree and that's for sure. But what else? I wonder... I'm hoping for something fun. An adventure! I love adventures! I am indeed a very adventurous person, you know. Hoping, hoping, hoping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh my God! Before I forget, I'm a little saddened about the fact that I'm going to be a Senior next school year. That means, it will be the last year I'll be spending at PUI. The school I studied since I was Nursery til now. The school where I met awesome friends. The school where I first fell in love and the school that taught me so much, not just about the academic stuff, but also lessons in life. Experiences and a lot more! Before, I never realized how much I love our school but now that I'm a year away from graduating high school, I might at least express how much I love PUI. I will always remember you, my mentor. *DRAMA MUCH?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Also, I have decided to stay single as much as I can on my last year in high school. I'd rather spend my time with my beloved friends having fun than spend my time with someone who has the 75% chance of breaking my heart. I won't let a relationship ruin my last year. No I won't! I promise to my self that I WILL have fun and I WILL not let myself be stupid again and fall in love with someone I barely know. I had enough of these heartbreaks. I HAD ENOUGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What is it with me and the whole emoness tonight? Nah, must be these friggin' mosquitos biting me here and there and everywhere! So irritating. So, talk to you later! Still need to study a little if I want to pass. Even if my eyes are already burning. I'm already tired but I have to study. I want to make my parents proud. I will not fail them! Oh wait, I always fail them. THE END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-1125853175459743571?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/1125853175459743571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/03/midnight-blues_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/1125853175459743571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/1125853175459743571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/03/midnight-blues_07.html' title='Midnight Blues'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-2143318021735601574</id><published>2010-03-06T00:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T00:32:56.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuschiang Pag-Ibig</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nahihirapan na ako sa nangyayari sa buhay ko now. Gulong gulo na ako sa buhay ko. Bakit pa kasi siya nagparamdam sa akin that time na parang walang nangyari dati? Ang hirap makipag usap sa kanya without falling in love all over again kasi... Kasi... I have no idea. Hindi ko din alam. Hindi ko alam kung anong meron sa kanya at bakit parang palagi na lang bigla biglang bumabalik yung feelings ko sa kanya. Pagkatapos ng lahat ng mga kabwisitan na nangyari dati, parang nawawala lahat yun sa utak ko at napapalitan ng pagmamahal. Ewan ko ba! Ang tanga ko. Hay nako... Matapos lang tong kalokohan na ito, okay na ako. Siguro kasi ang hirap tanggapin na nagkamali ako dati. Na pinakawalan ko yung taong isinisigaw ng puso ko. Hindi ko pinakinggan ang puso ko. Sinunod ko ang utak ko. Nirespeto ko ang pride ko. Well, wala naman na akong magagawa kundi pakawalan na lang siya. Well, pinakawalan ko naman na siya pero ang tanong, pinakawalan ko na ba yung feelings ko para sa kanya? Kahit hindi na kami, nararamdaman ko parin talaga na medyo mahal ko pa siya tuwing nakakausap ko siya, nakikita or whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since friendship na lang ang natitira sa amin, iingatan ko yun dahil yun na lamang ang meron sa amin at ayaw kong mawala ang friendship na yun dahil yun nga, yun na lang ang natitira sa amin. Oo, nahihirapan ako dahil turing lang niya sa akin ay isang ex-girlfriend. Isang kaibigan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ewan ko lang ah. Pero para sa akin, ang hirap hirap ng situation ko. Pero kinakaya ko ang lahat ng ito. Pinipilit ko parin mag move on kahit mahirap dahil alam ko, wala naman akong mapapala sa pagmamahal ko sa kanya. Ayokong namang kumuha na naman ng isang lalaki at *BOOM!*, may panakip butas na ako kasi alam kong masakit yun. Naranasan ko nang maging panakip butas in a way na hindi halatang ginawa akong isang panakip butas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, all I can do is accept the fact na we're friends and that's all there is. Wala na.&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/6014759042305927954-2143318021735601574?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/2143318021735601574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/03/fuschiang-pag-ibig.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/2143318021735601574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/2143318021735601574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/03/fuschiang-pag-ibig.html' title='Fuschiang Pag-Ibig'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-2355223503022981405</id><published>2010-02-23T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T09:43:11.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry. To Everyone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I kept on asking myself the same stupid question over and over again. Is it my fault I can't get over him? I can't seem to forget our memories; our sweet hugs and kisses and the fun times we've spent together. I know this is bad. Really bad. There's something about him in me that I cannot erase. He's like a drug to me. I just can't get enough of him. I need to see him. I need to talk to him. I need him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I've hurt people. Yes, people who cared about me and people whom I cared about. I feel like I'm slowly turning into a monster. A really selfish monster, indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What have I become? I don't know anything anymore. I'm confused. I hate myself. Why on Earth am I not able to move on? Ugh. He's just a guy. Well okay, a guy I loved so much. A guy I wanted to spend my whole life with. A guy who's always taken my heart with him wherever he goes. Shoot, here we go again. Wake up! He's gone and he won't come back no matter how many tears I shed every single second I think of him. He has her now. And they're both happy. I should be happy for him. But I'm definitely not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I don't have anyone to talk to. Obviously. So I figured I'll just make a blog post about what I feel right now. I think this is the perfect time to post a personal blog post here on Blogspot because everyone seemed to have abandoned this website. I sure hope he doesn't read this 'cause if he does, things might turn into total chaos. Not only did I lose our relationship, I might lose our friendship. And there's nothing I can do but sit at the corner and cry my freaking eyeballs out. *Sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-2355223503022981405?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/2355223503022981405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-sorry-to-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/2355223503022981405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/2355223503022981405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-sorry-to-everyone.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry. To Everyone.'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-8832086272844227227</id><published>2010-02-21T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T23:01:28.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 21, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S4IrQYVM6mI/AAAAAAAAALQ/qARdDbQFhjE/s1600-h/12311_489104805143_692060143_11007290_7404895_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S4IrQYVM6mI/AAAAAAAAALQ/qARdDbQFhjE/s400/12311_489104805143_692060143_11007290_7404895_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440958860226259554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sa wakas! Kinasal na sila! &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/spiritualgrany"&gt;Irene Tan&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=524983390"&gt;Derrick Dulay&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now known as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Derrick and Irene Dulay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-8832086272844227227?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/8832086272844227227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-21-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/8832086272844227227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/8832086272844227227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-21-2010.html' title='February 21, 2010'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/S4IrQYVM6mI/AAAAAAAAALQ/qARdDbQFhjE/s72-c/12311_489104805143_692060143_11007290_7404895_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-5626773533410090038</id><published>2009-12-11T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:27:50.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nakalimutan ko na mag blog o kinalimutan ko na mag blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hindi. Wala lang talaga akong maisip na mai-blog o di kaya'y tinatamad akong mag type. Alam niyo naman siguro ang feeling ng tinatamad, no? Nakakarelate naman kayo sa akin. So anyways, saktong 3:18AM ang nasa orasan ng aking pinakamamahal na laptop. Oo, natulog na ako. 8:00PM-2:30AM pa nga eh. Pero hindi na ako makatulog kaya eto, binisita ko na lang ang aking blogspot na matagal ko nang iniiwang hindi updated. Ano ba meron ngayon? Hmm... Eto na ang pinaka huling weekend na mag aaral ako this year. Bakit? Eh kasi examinations na namin next week from Monday to Wednesday. Tapos after mga ilang araw, Christmas Vacation na! Ang pinaka-aabangang bakasyon ngayong patapos na ang taong 2009. Ay ay, by the way, 15 years old na ako! Ang late ko i-blog to, pero pahabol lang. Photos are found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://kitkat037.multiply.com/photos/album/90/My_15th_Birthday"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. Since tamad ako, hindi ko na ikwekwento kung ano ang nangyari nung kaarawan ko. Since gumawa naman na ng blog si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://superoreokim.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-kitkat-ang.html"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, basahin niyo na lang yung sa kanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wala, napadaan lang saglit sa blogspot ko. Paalis na din ako. Susubukan ko nang matulog ulit. [Pero sa totoo, nagrere-blog lang ako sa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://kitiekatie.tumblr.com"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.] Sige po, paalam! Mornight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-5626773533410090038?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/5626773533410090038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/12/huh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/5626773533410090038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/5626773533410090038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/12/huh.html' title='Huh?'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-2878174235468935371</id><published>2009-11-21T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T02:49:07.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Pain, No Gain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ang tagal ko na palang hindi nag uupdate ng blog ko. Wala kasi akong maisip na topic na pwedeng i-blog. Kamusta naman kayo people? O siya siya, tama na muna ang kamustahan at ako ay magkwekwento na.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Kanina, card day namin. Eto ang pinaka kinatatakutan ng mga estudyanteng tamad mag aral o di kaya'y may nagawang kalokohan sa eskwelahan. Eto ang araw na malayang nakakausap ng mga guro ang ating mga magulang kaya lahat ng mga kagaguhan natin sa loob ng klase ay ibinubuking. Dumako naman tayo sa aking report card. Hindi naman ako pinagalitan ng aking nanay pero alam ko, soon enough, isusumbat niya sa akin ang grades ko this second quarter p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ag meron akong ginag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;awang katamaran gaya ng pagbababad sa laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Report card ko sa English and Chinese:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SwfFBgXMQiI/AAAAAAAAAKY/iBo7qa1lzG4/s1600/DSC04140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SwfFBgXMQiI/AAAAAAAAAKY/iBo7qa1lzG4/s320/DSC04140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406506507339317794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SwfFB6rouSI/AAAAAAAAAKg/YXAa3GI6eN0/s1600/DSC04139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SwfFB6rouSI/AAAAAAAAAKg/YXAa3GI6eN0/s320/DSC04139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406506514404391202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumaba grades ko. Oo, bumaba nga. Hindi naman lahat, pero ang daming bumaba. Hay nako. Sa English, from top 28 naging top 30 ako. Tapos difference pa namin nung top 29 is .01! Ang sakit naman nun oh. Isang tamang sagot na lang ata sa seatwork yun eh malalamangan ko na siya. Pero infairness, sa Chinese from top 22 naging top &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;18 ako. Sosyalan.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After kong makuha yung grades ko, tumambay muna ako sa classroom. Nakikipag kwentuhan la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ng ako kay Sir Edgar De Guzman at kay Ma'am Marnelli Sonza. Kinukulit ko sila hanggang sa mamuti na ang kanilang mga buhok sa sobrang kakulitan ko. Unti unti na ring dumating ang aking mga kaklase at sama sama namin silang kinulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After namin sila kinulit, nagmala-basurero't basurera kami nila Reginald Yap, Gianelli Tan, Tania Hufano, Mina Go, Nigel Reyes, Sharmaine Li, Steve Sey, Rochelle Arenas, Ian Mañez at Karoline Sy. Inorganize namin yung mga plastic bottles na iniipon namin since June para sa fund raising for our JS Prom. Pagkatapos nun, sama sama naming binuhat ang mga sako-sakong plastic bottles p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;apunta sa junk shop na malapit lang naman sa aming paaralan. Ayun, kinilo kilo ni manong yung mga bote tapos kumita kami ng P334 ba yun? Ah basta, P300+ yun. Kung hindi lang sana gagamitin para sa prom namin yun, pinambili na namin ng meryenda kanina. Hee-hee.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos, nagtungo na kami sa City Mall para kumain. Pagkarating sa mall, tinignan namin agad ang schedule ng 2012 dahil kami ay manunuod. Shempre, alangan naman tinignan lang namin dahil trip lang namin tignan. Shempre papanuorin namin. So 12:00PM pa lang nung dumating kami eh 1:50PM pa yung next showing. So... Nagpasya kaming kumain muna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagtungo kami sa McDonalds para bumili ng pagkain at itinake out ang mga ito at idinala sa Food Court dahil trip naming dalihin doon. Nagpakabusog kami, at sa wakas, nagtungo na rin kami sa sinehan para panuorin ang 2012. Laking gulat namin nang maabutan namin ang labas ng sinehan na punong puno ng mga tao. Standing room pa pala ang 2012 at ang New Moon. Pero dahil matitigas ang mga ulo namin, pinilit parin naming pumasok sa sinehan para panuorin ang 2012.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABA! STANDING ROOM NGA! Wala nang maupuan sa loob ng sinehan. So, we decided na umupo na lang sa sahig sa harapan. Mas okay nang mangawit ang leeg namin kaysa mangawit ang aming mga binti. So umupo kami. Hindi namin ineexpect na hindi lang pala sakit sa leeg ang aabutin namin, sakit din pala sa likod at pwet. Ginawan namin ng paraan para lahat kami ay kumportable. Hinigaan namin ang isa't isa na parang nasa hotel. Feel na feel namin ang sahig ng sinehan. Feeling at home kami doon. Halos nagtawanan lang kami buong movie. Well, no pain no gain nga. Kung hindi kami nagtiyagang umupo sa sahig sa harapan, hindi magiging memorable ang araw na ito. First time in the history na nakaupo ako sa sahig ng sinehan. Teka, hindi lang pala umupo, humiga pa! Ang saya talaga kanina. Too bad wala si Jolina Kimberly Lim. You missed all the fun... :(&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Wala na akong maikwento. Sa susunod na lang ulit. By the way, malapit na pala ang aking kaarawan. Ilang araw na lang, sweet 15 na ako! I'm katorse no more!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;** NOVEMBER 29, 2009 **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-2878174235468935371?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/2878174235468935371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-pain-no-gain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/2878174235468935371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/2878174235468935371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-pain-no-gain.html' title='No Pain, No Gain!'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SwfFBgXMQiI/AAAAAAAAAKY/iBo7qa1lzG4/s72-c/DSC04140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-2149848824306934673</id><published>2009-10-31T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T07:09:19.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bago ang lahat, nais ko munang basahin niyo ito. Kung hindi niyo nagets kung bakit ako naglagay ng ganyang photo? Malalaman niyo kung ipinagpatuloy niyo ang pagbabasa ng post na ito. Tee-waaay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SuxEh_tA0qI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3q6bhe73OwQ/s1600-h/tumblr_ks2wdrVkJH1qzhdv8o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SuxEh_tA0qI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3q6bhe73OwQ/s400/tumblr_ks2wdrVkJH1qzhdv8o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398765404136985250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nakakasawa rin pala magkaroon ng lovelife ano? Puro na lang pabigat sa loob ang dala. Oo, madalas nga namang masaya at madalas din namang abot hanggang tenga ang mga ngiti natin pero lahat ng bagay ay may pero. Mas madalas naman tayong nasasaktan at nalulungkot dahil dito. Oo, alam nating lahat na masaya magkaroon ng lovelife dahil merong taong nag aalaga sayo, nagbibigay ng mga regalo sayo, nakikipag-date sayo, umaakap sayo, sinasamahan ka kapag nag-iisa ka, pinaparamdam sayo na mahalaga ka at kung ano ano pang mga bagay pero ang dami ding mga bagay na hindi maganda dito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lahat naman na siguro tayo ay naranasan nang magselos, diba? Siguro yung iba sasabihin nila, “Ay! Hindi ah. May trust naman ako sakanya eh.” Trust? Trust mo yang mukha mo! Kahit pinagkakatiwalaan mo siya, minsan meron at meron ka paring nararamdaman na pagdududa deep inside pero ayaw mo lang paniwalaan kasi nga, you trust him too much. Tama naman, diba? Sometimes, sa sobrang pagtitiwala mo sa isang tao, lalo ka niyang lolokohin. Yung mga hindi mo ineexpect na gagawin niya ay nagagawa niya. Imposibleng makahanap ka ng taong hindi ka bibigyan ng rason para magselos. Kahit minsan. Yun nga ang nakakainis dun eh, the fact na walang ganung tao sa mundo. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's no such thing as a 'Perfect Relationship'&lt;/span&gt;, ika nga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Speaking of TRUST, medyo may problema din ako dun kagaya ng karamihan sa atin. Madali akong magtiwala kaya madalas akong naloloko. Yun bang akala mo seryoso sayo pero bigla mong malalaman sa iba na may iba na pala. Nagchichicks na pala sa likod mo. Akala mo ikaw lang ang one and only niya because he said so pero hindi pala. Ang masakit dun, hindi lang isa, kundi dalawa pa sila! Anak ng teteng, ang sarap niyang patayin at ihulog sa Pacific Ocean para papakin ng mga pating! Kung hindi ko pa sasabihin sa kanya ang nalalaman ko, hindi pa niya aaminin! Walang kwenta, diba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Isa pang kinaiinisan ko yung mga taong pa-fall o paasa. Aba, pag kinakausap ka eh ang galing galing magsalita. Yun bang kikiligin ka. Ang galing lumandi! Tapos kapag may nararamdaman ka na para sa kanya, biglang sa isang iglap eh mawawala na lang lahat ng parang bula! Bigla ka na lang niyang tatakbuhan ng walang pasabi kung ano na nga ba ang nangyayari sa inyo. Wow no? Parang hit-and-run ang dating, pare! Imba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pero nakakapagtaka lang, minsan kahit gaano kasakit, minamahal ko parin siya ulit? Konting sorry sorry at pagdradrama lang ay nanlalambot na agad ang puso ko. Kahit isinumpa ko na at itinatak ko na sa bato na hindi ko na siya kakausapin ulit at hindi na ako makikipag balikan kahit kalian, basta andyan na siya, nakakalimutan ko na lahat ng mga pinag gagagawa ko. Ang hirap kasi pigilan eh. Yun bang kahit meron nang ibang masasaktan eh wala ka nang pakealam dahil mahal mo siya at pinaniniwalaan mong mahal ka din niya. Gusto ko lang naman maging masaya eh… Pero ngayon narealize ko na, na wala sa kanya ang kasiyahan ko. Sinong tinutukoy ko? Aba bahala na kayo kung sino ang hula niyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nakakaloka. Oo, naloloka na ako as we speak. Hindi ko na talaga ma-take. Ayaw ko na talagang magka-lovelife. It’s bad for my health! Hindi ko kasi mapigilang magisip ng magisip eh. Nakakapagod na. Ayaw ko tong mabigat na feeling na ito. Ayaw ko na munang pumasok sa isang relationship until I graduate High School. Well, exception naman shempre ang pagkakaroon ng crush dahil hindi naman talaga natin napipigilan yan. Sa dinami dami ba naming mga cute fafabols out there, napaka-imposible namang mawalan ng crush ano. Meron at meron yan. As of now nga, may crush ako eh. Ang cute cute niya kaso hindi niya naman ATA ako kilala. Taga ibang school eh. Wahahaha. Kalokerz! :-) (To Marion Meneses &amp;amp; Kara Ignacio: Shhh! :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hindi lang naman lovelife ang nakakapagod. Nakakapagod din magisip ng mga bagay na maisusulat dito. Kailangan ko nang magpaalam dahil mapupurol na ang aking utak sa kakaisip. Marami-raming bagay na ang umiikot sa utak ko, nadadagdagan pa dahil sa blog post kong ito pero for the sake of updating my Blogspot site, gumawa ako ng post. Sige mga kaberkz, til here na lang. Hanggang sa susunod na post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-2149848824306934673?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/2149848824306934673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/10/bitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/2149848824306934673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/2149848824306934673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/10/bitter.html' title='Bitter?'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SuxEh_tA0qI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3q6bhe73OwQ/s72-c/tumblr_ks2wdrVkJH1qzhdv8o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-2155086187606915832</id><published>2009-10-26T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T02:57:49.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bakit ba tuwing nakikita ko ang litrato mo, para bang sinusuntok ako ng sinusuntok sa dibdib ng paulit ulit? Ano ba ang ibig sabihin nito? Naiinis ako sayo o mahal parin kita? Hindi ko ma-explain eh. Bakit kasi kailangang pag tumitingin tingin ako ng pictures sa Friendster at Facebook, andun yung mukha mo? Bulok. Kahit ayaw kong makita yang pagmumukha mo, nakikita ko parin. Para bang sinusundan ako. Ano ba yun. Nakakapagtaka lang talaga kung bakit ganun ang nararamdaman ko. Minsan nga para akong abnoy na kinakausap ko ang sarili ko eh. Eh kasi naman, bigla akong napapangiti pag nakikita ko ang ngiti mo pero bigla kong pipigilan at papagalitan ang sarili ko. I shouldn't feel that way. Nakakaloka. Dahil ba may pinagsamahan tayo kaya ako nagkakaganito? O sadyang cute ka lang talaga at may crush parin ako sayo hanggang ngayon kahit ang tagal na nating nagbreak? Bakit kasi kailangang maging cute ka? Ha? Nakakainis ka ah. Paano ba kita nagustuhan? Dahil ba cute ka o dahil binobola mo ako dati at palagi mo akong sinasabihan na cute ako at kung ano ano pang eklavu para lumaki ang ulo ko? (Infairness, he's honest. Hahaha!) MY GAHD. Sabunutan ka sana ng pitong demonyo. Joke joke joke! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Konting tiis na lang... Konting tiis na lang!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Iyan ang palaging tumatakbo sa isipan ko for the past few days. (Well, aside from mag computer) Konting tiis na lang talaga! Matatapos na ang examinations namin ng second quarter at yes, semestral break na! Magbabakasyon ako sa Manila. Binabalak nga namin mag EK (Enchanted Kingdom) eh pero mukhang sa Star City na lang kami babagsak dahil napakalayo ng EK. Sideways, pansin ko lang ah. Bakit ba nagtataka ang mga kaklase ko pag sinasabi ko sa kanilang nag aaral ako? Nakakapagtaka ba yun? Well, nag aaral naman ako pero pag tutok na tutok talaga, usually tuwing examinations na. Basta, konting tiis na lang. Konting konti na lang. Kaya ko to. AJA! Tapos intramurals na after ng semestral break. Ayos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANG EVIL KO SA FACEBOOK.&lt;br /&gt;NAHAWA KE &lt;a href="http://sharmaineli.blogspot.com/"&gt;SHARMAINE LI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHA !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dedicated this to... him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SuVwYLsSrYI/AAAAAAAAAJs/yeuaGJLp-yM/s1600-h/tumblr_krb0vrUfNw1qa4eu8o1_r1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SuVwYLsSrYI/AAAAAAAAAJs/yeuaGJLp-yM/s400/tumblr_krb0vrUfNw1qa4eu8o1_r1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396843289231142274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;IMBA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6014759042305927954-2155086187606915832?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/2155086187606915832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-ness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/2155086187606915832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/2155086187606915832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-ness.html' title='Random-ness'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SuVwYLsSrYI/AAAAAAAAAJs/yeuaGJLp-yM/s72-c/tumblr_krb0vrUfNw1qa4eu8o1_r1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-3347925983720368042</id><published>2009-09-28T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T06:02:20.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EPIC FAIL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Here's what happened. Last week, our Chinese teachers asked us to perform our Chinese Yoyo tricks on the Teacher's Day celebration. We didn't get the chance to practice our tricks so yeah, you've guessed it, everything was a total chaos! We were totally unprepared and it's not that easy to play the Chinese Yoyo, you know. It takes weeks to learn tricks. Well, this is I think THE most embarassing moment I'll ever have this year. Oh wait. Before I forget, the whole school watched us *Gulp* FAIL... But on the bright side, we made the audience laugh. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Left to right: Me, Kim Lim, Sharmaine Li and Mina Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING:&lt;br /&gt;YOU MIGHT WANT TO TURN THE VOLUME DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T WANT YOUR EARDRUMS TO BREAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b5189cca80454537" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db5189cca80454537%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331385735%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D50FA031A27CD30722F7B9F3E666B702F86D8476A.7D7DA2F275E802CC3F163A58B0CB896619F3B89A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db5189cca80454537%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-Sp6X7dWasmnlswXd8cJ5ll4BPE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db5189cca80454537%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331385735%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D50FA031A27CD30722F7B9F3E666B702F86D8476A.7D7DA2F275E802CC3F163A58B0CB896619F3B89A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db5189cca80454537%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-Sp6X7dWasmnlswXd8cJ5ll4BPE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I kept on rotating. The yoyo kept on rotating so I had to rotate to keep it going. Sharm got two tricks wrong. Her yoyo flew all the way to the other side of the stage. She had to leave her position to pick it up. Same goes to Mina. Kim's lucky because her error isn't that obvious. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*September 28, 2009*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOLD YOU. EPIC FAIL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6014759042305927954-3347925983720368042?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/3347925983720368042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/09/epic-fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/3347925983720368042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/3347925983720368042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/09/epic-fail.html' title='EPIC FAIL!'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-8315045163123316836</id><published>2009-09-27T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T09:30:42.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacque Bermejo - Go To Hell Bitch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote face="arial" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Click on the photos for better viewing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buti n lng am hir in dubai!maybe so many sinners bak der!so yeah deserving wat hapend!&lt;/span&gt;" -Jacque Bermejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/Sr-DgabrM2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oB-MNId0Vl4/s1600-h/8535_138784022831_521512831_2503505_5375746_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/Sr-DgabrM2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oB-MNId0Vl4/s320/8535_138784022831_521512831_2503505_5375746_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386168272232854370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. Kinakahiya kong kalahi ko tong Jacque Bermejo na ito. Saksakan ng kabobohan. Siya na ata ang pinaka bobong Pinay sa buong mundo. Kala mo kung sinong santo. Buti pa daw siya nasa Dubai kasi mga tao daw sa Pilipinas ay mga "SINNERS". Lahat ng tao sinners! Ganun ka ba ka-perfect? Bobo! Ang tanga talaga. Grabe. Kairita. Sikat na sikat ka na girl. Ang tanga tanga mo kasi. Saksakan ng kabobohan. Ang daming taong galit sayo. Buong Pilipinas tinatakwil ka na. Mamatay ka na. Ang tanga mo. Saksakin ka sana jan sa Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eto ang hirit niya sa mga haters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/Sr-DkOKx5MI/AAAAAAAAAHY/0_vliAef7u8/s1600-h/8428_1247161256835_1163532505_30745729_5899750_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 57px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/Sr-DkOKx5MI/AAAAAAAAAHY/0_vliAef7u8/s320/8428_1247161256835_1163532505_30745729_5899750_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386168337660241090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What the hell. Ni elementarya hindi ka ata nakapag aral eh. Grabe naman yang grammar mo. Talo mo pa yung mga illiterate. Ang tanga mo talaga. Jacque Bermejo - BOBO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;These are some pictures haters edited about her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/Sr-Db_vcz9I/AAAAAAAAAHI/7SMBU4f2DPk/s1600-h/8722_1126436321459_1243690456_30322102_4226361_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/Sr-Db_vcz9I/AAAAAAAAAHI/7SMBU4f2DPk/s320/8722_1126436321459_1243690456_30322102_4226361_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386168196348563410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/Sr-DYAgO9BI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ukY4NO47C0g/s1600-h/9930_1119278585077_1320393304_308496_708202_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/Sr-DYAgO9BI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ukY4NO47C0g/s320/9930_1119278585077_1320393304_308496_708202_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386168127833699346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/Sr-DUl7BG0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ln_A7zsiwAw/s1600-h/10724_134582039425_713324425_2537650_4212322_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/Sr-DUl7BG0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ln_A7zsiwAw/s320/10724_134582039425_713324425_2537650_4212322_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386168069158673218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Grabe oh. In less than one hour, 4000+ na ang haters niya sa Facebook. Facebook pa lang yan ha. Hindi pa kasama yung mga taong walang Facebook account jan. Napakarami pang taong galit sakanya dahil nagkalat na sa buong internet ang kabobohan niya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/Sr-K42FsdKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/AFK70BKqER8/s1600-h/asdasdds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 81px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/Sr-K42FsdKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/AFK70BKqER8/s320/asdasdds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386176388555109538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ay nako. Grabe din yung Multiply account niya. Sikat na sikat. Flooded na ng hateful comments about her. Check it out! &lt;a href="http://starfishbuang.multiply.com/"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;That Jacque Bermejo is such an asshole. No bad word can describe her arrogance. She f*cking annoys me. Immature bitch! Die and go to hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Jacque Bermejo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You're such a DISGRACE to all Filipinos! Super hit ka na dito sa kasamaan ng ugali mo! One day you'll wake up, nasa news ka na... Baka nga bukas eh! Kahihiyan ka sa pamilya mo! Hindi mo man lang sila naisip... Pilipino ka pa man din... Oo, siguro nga may kasalanan ang lahat, anyway nobody's perfect! But you don't have the right to say those words... Sana naisip mo kung anong situation ang meron dito, porket nasa Dubai ka lang, akala mo ang taas taas mo na! Lahat na ng Pilipino united dahil sayo... Ni hindi mo man lang naisip yan bago ka magbitiw ng ganyang mga salita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-8315045163123316836?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/8315045163123316836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/09/jacque-bermejo-go-to-hell-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/8315045163123316836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/8315045163123316836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/09/jacque-bermejo-go-to-hell-bitch.html' title='Jacque Bermejo - Go To Hell Bitch!'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/Sr-DgabrM2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oB-MNId0Vl4/s72-c/8535_138784022831_521512831_2503505_5375746_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-1808637162665292282</id><published>2009-09-22T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T08:33:07.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Big Brother.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today's Post Is Dedicated To&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My Brother, &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://profiles.friendster.com/5014897"&gt;Keith Ang&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/Srjs9PQV4HI/AAAAAAAAAGg/XoH_sYGrrtY/s1600-h/2_993452582l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/Srjs9PQV4HI/AAAAAAAAAGg/XoH_sYGrrtY/s320/2_993452582l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384313891332677746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PLEASE READ:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you're not interested to read something about my emotional post dedicated to my brother, then there's no point reading this entry because 99% of this post is totally dedicated to him. And yes, that guy in the picture's my brother. I know he ain't the cutest/gorgeous/most handsome guy, but still, he's my brother. So, no teasing of his looks or better yet, no teasing at all! HAHAHAHA. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;~ o ~ o ~ o ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday, realization hit me. I realized that my brother was the only guy, the only person in this world, that can make me laugh crazily and by crazily, I mean totally nuts and also, he's the only person who can make me laugh happily. No, I'm not saying that most of the time I laugh sadly, but I'm actually happy when I laugh because of my brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I guess it's because he's my brother, that's why I don't find the need to restrain myself. Meaning, I don't need to act demurely or anything, I can just laugh and because he's my brother, he knows me. He knows me more than anyone, more than my parents, more than my friends, more than my... Whatever. Even though I don't tell Keith anything, he knows it. He knows about my happy and sad times, he knows about my love problems and for those problems, I really appreciate a lot that he doesn't ask me about them. And just like how I know about his girlfriend and everything, even though he never said anything to me at all. Also, whenever I'm depressed, the first person to make me laugh's not my parents, it's my brother. Well not really. Most of the time my friends are the ones that makes me laugh but whatever. Not that I told him I'm depressed, but I know he'll always be there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And after series of breaking down and crying, he makes me laugh and I do laugh because I mean it, because I want to. Even though I'll never ever ever share my problems with him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; his ability to make me laugh is enough. And I'm sure, after living my whole life, he'll forever be the first person who'll make me laugh whenever I'm feeling down. IF he's not too busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And by knowing who I am, I don't have to act around him. I'm totally myself when I'm with my brother and he's the only person whom I am totally comfortable to be with. When I'm with my brother, everything just comes off. No pretending, no acting, no nothing. Just me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think this is what it means to be siblings. The bond and connection where nothing is said but felt. Even though I never ever told him that I love him, I think he knows. He should know. He knows all about me and since I've known him forever, the least I could do is to love him. Also, I don't think he'll be reading my blog posts so he won't come across this post, so I'm actually wasting my time typing this. But oh well, who cares? He's my brother and I love him. I can't be bothered if he actually reads this or not. I just need him in my life and that's enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~ o ~ o ~ o ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh and now for the remaining 1% that's NOT about my brother. Okay, maybe it's still related but still, I just hope that he doesn't read this blog, because I don't want him to know that I posted his picture for everyone to see. He might kill me. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-1808637162665292282?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/1808637162665292282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-big-brother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/1808637162665292282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/1808637162665292282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-big-brother.html' title='My Big Brother.'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/Srjs9PQV4HI/AAAAAAAAAGg/XoH_sYGrrtY/s72-c/2_993452582l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-8224631702691500966</id><published>2009-09-13T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T15:00:59.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Froggy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This video is created for Kim Lim kaya kung hindi kayo makarelate, wag na kayo magtaka. May sariling mundo kami ni Kim. Diba? Remember yung sinabi ko sayo nung Saturday na gagawan ko ng video etong Froggy Nokia Theme na ito? So... Eto na yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f223b47f87a5674f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df223b47f87a5674f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331385735%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D9CCA6E71BD2728F3EAC647C48B84BC13A64D06.7B85A66F0C0BDF2CC4C44E4A0CCCF150CCED5121%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df223b47f87a5674f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Doju46h3eNW1aZx7-XcXtnHZdlC0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df223b47f87a5674f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331385735%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D9CCA6E71BD2728F3EAC647C48B84BC13A64D06.7B85A66F0C0BDF2CC4C44E4A0CCCF150CCED5121%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df223b47f87a5674f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Doju46h3eNW1aZx7-XcXtnHZdlC0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA! Oo, alam ko. Katangahan. Well, what do you expect? May sarili kaming mundo ni Kim. Mga weirdo kami and we're proud! Being weird isn't a loss, it's an advantage. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;__ WALA LANG__&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bored. Obviously.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6014759042305927954-8224631702691500966?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/8224631702691500966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/09/froggy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/8224631702691500966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/8224631702691500966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/09/froggy.html' title='Froggy!'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-3689539883279266082</id><published>2009-09-05T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T04:03:24.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Friendster Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Te. Bkt hnd m inaccept yung friendrequest q?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kng wla kang balak makipag-friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa mga tao dito sa Friendster, delete m na 2ng FS account m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Social netwrking syt ang frnster, so ano ineexpect mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lhat ng tao d2 gst0ng mghanap ng bagong friends!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-From Someone I Don't Know-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aba. May point siya. Kanina, chineck ko yung Friendster and medyo nalula ako sa dami ng  mga friend requests. Pero hindi na ako nag-exert ng effort na mag approve ng mga yun dahil iniwan ko na yung Friendster account ko. BUT, iniwan ko lang pero hindi ako nag Cancel Account kasi baka pagsisihan ko nanaman parang yung ginawa ko sa first Friendster account ko. Nako, sino ba naman ang hindi na-adik sa Friendster? Well, ako gusto ko private ang Friendster ko and ganun na din sa Facebook ko. I don't accept people I don't know lalo na kapag lalake ng basta-basta. Kung hindi ko kilala personally, pero friend naman sa totoong buhay ng isa sa mga friends ko, gusto ko rin shempre maging friend. Ay, naghahanap na rin ako ng pinaka-pangit kong picture para wala nang mangahas na mag-view sa profile ko at mag-attempt na i-add ako kasi sayang lang ang effort nila. Dinelete ko yung una kong Friendster account kasi madami akong nai-add na mga taong hindi ko naman kilala. Naisip ko kasi na mas mabuti pang idelete ko yung buong account ko kaysa naman idelete yung mga taong hindi ko gusto at kilala. Kasamaan naman na ata ng ugali yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas prefer ko na ngayon ang Facebook kaysa sa Friendster at shempre naman mas prefer ko din ang Blogspot. Facebook is more professional than Friendster at walang mashadong mga pa-cute sa Facebook. Sa Blogspot naman, hindi hamak na mas may sense yung mga tao dito. Kahit hindi ko kilala ang mga taong nakikita ko sa Blogspot, hindi parin ako dehado in terms of knowing or at least getting an idea kung ano ang personality ng mga taong nakikita ko dito. Pagbabasa pa lang ng blog ng isang tao, malalaman mo na kung anong personality ang meron siya. Tama naman diba? Kahit na parang host sa isang talk show kung magsalita sa mga blogs niya, obvious naman kung mahiyain siya in person. Sa blog, obvious na obvious kung sino ang makukulit, ang mga mahiyain, ang matataba ang utak, ang ma-L, and of course, ang mayabang. Kung sa blogging ay pa-astigan at pagandahan ng blog posts, sa Friendster naman pagandahan ng profile pictures ang competition. Kung pangit ka at pangit pa ang profile picture mo, don't you expect na magkakaroon ka ng mahigit sa isang libong tao sa friends list mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wait. Ikaw, bilangin mo kung ilan lang talaga sa friends list mo ang kaibigan mo in person. As in real 'friends'. Meron akong isang kaibigan na halos tatlong libo na ang tao sa friends list niya. Tinanong ko sakanya kung kilala ba niya lahat ng yan. Of couse, ang sagot niya, hindi. Sino ba namang tao ang may kaibigan na mahigit sa tatlong libo? Kaibigan ha, hindi basta kakilala. Kaya nga we call it 'Friends List'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nakita ko ito sa Blogspot site ng isang guy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I absolutely hate Friendster. It is a world of superficial acquaintances, a place of insincere empathy, of shallow love affairs and a preying ground for stalkers, weirdos, and 15 year olds who’d orgasm seeing text containing any combination of words with dick, shaft, hole, mountain, cyclops, ice cream, salt or bicycle in them. It is the realm of the pretentious, the pseudo-intellectual, and more often than not, the aesthetically challenged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;a href="http://mikey.i.ph/blogs/mikey/2005/11/19/the-atrocities-of-friendster-vol-1/"&gt;Mike Villar&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In fairness naman, Kuya Mike! Sosyalan! At dahil meron siyang point, bibigyan ko siya ng ten points na may napaka-habang check at ten thumbs up pa! Isa din sa ayaw ko sa Friendster eh ang tendency na magkaroon ng stalker. Shit. Seriously, ang mga social networking site like Friendster should really be handled with care, lalo na kung ikaw ay isang menor de edad katulad ko. May nakapagkwento sa akin dati pero I forgot na kung sino, na may umiiyak daw na nanay. Umiiyak at nagpapatulong na hanapin yung dalawang anak niya na menor de edad na nakipag-eyeball daw sa ka-Friendster nila. Apat na araw nang hindi umuuwi at humihingi ng sampung libo yung ka-eyeball nila para daw ibalik yung dalawang bata. Ano ba naman yan. Tsk! Kaya mga nanay jan, tignan tignan niyo kung sinu-sino yung mga ka-eyeball ng anak niyo. Pero wag naman pahalata, kasi baka ikaw na ang magmukhang stalker ng anak mo. Nako, baka machismis! Hahahaha! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-3689539883279266082?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/3689539883279266082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-friendster-rant.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/3689539883279266082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/3689539883279266082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-friendster-rant.html' title='Another Friendster Rant'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-2814504172190314715</id><published>2009-08-30T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T01:26:56.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Heart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WARNING:&lt;br /&gt;Medyo cheesy to.&lt;br /&gt;Wag pagtawanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;So... Katulad ng marami, naranasan ko na din ang pinaka-matinding sakit na dulot ng pag-ibig. (Sabi sa inyo eh, CHEESY) Yun na ata ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pinaka&lt;/span&gt; sa lahat ng pinaka-masakit at pinaka-nakakaloka na experience ko sa love. Masakit talaga, lalo na kapag nagmahal ka ng higit pa sa sobra. As in... '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OUCH!!!&lt;/span&gt;' talaga! Pero ang pinakamasakit na part ng pinagdaanan ko is the fact na nagkamali din ako. Iilan lang sa mga friends ko ang nakaka-alam kung paano ako nabaliw nung time na yun. Wasak na wasak at durog na durog ang puso ko. Mula sa pagiging dyosa, nagmukha akong labandera at taga-hugas ng mga pinggan sa kusina. HAHA. Oo na, korny na kung korny. Kahit uminom pa ako ng napakaraming Stresstabs, 4G, Myra-e at Enervon, mukha pa rin akong tsimay kasi depressed ako to the highest level! Pero ngayon medyo okay okay na ako. No more tears! (Sana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero shempre, hindi naman natatapos ang anumang painful circumstances sa buhay natin nang wala tayong napupulot na aral. In the end of all the bitterness, pains and self-denials, meron at meron tayong aral na nakukuha. So let me share with you some of the things I've learned from my experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;1. It's not true pala na nawawasak ang puso natin kapag nabibigo tayo o nasasaktan dahil sa love kasi yung heart daw natin, kahit ilang pagkabigo at kahit paulit-ulit na masaktan, mananatili pa rin tong buo. Hindi yan nawawasak. Kapag nasaktan tayo emotionally, hindi ang heart natin ang nawawasak but it's our FAITH. When we are in painful situations, our faith breaks because we stop believing. So... it's not right pala na sabihing 'Broken-Hearted' ako. It should be 'Broken-Faithed' pala? (Pangit naman nun. Parang wrong grammar. Hahaha!) And sa pagsasabi ng "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I love you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;. Sabi nila, wag ka daw maniwala kapag sinabihan ka ng "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I love you with all my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;" Mababaw lang daw kasi yun. Cheap. Maniwala ka lang daw pag sinabihan ka ng "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I love you with all my hypothalamus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;" To the maximum level na daw ang pagmamahal sayo kapag ganun ang sinabi sayo. Ang hypothalamus kasi is a part of our brain na connected sa heart. So ano ngayon? Aba ewan ko. Basta yun daw dapat. Alam naman natin ang mga psychologist, masyadong malalalim. Sa susunod na magmamahal ako, lahat ng parte ng lamang-loob ng tao ikakabit ko sa pagsasabi ng "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;". So ang sasabihin ko, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I love you with all my heart, with all my hypothalamus, body, soul, lungs, liver, intestines, esophagus, apendix, gal bladder, kidney, pati na uterus at fallopian tube ko!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;" Pero grabe naman kung ganun. Hay nako... Hassle! Masyadong ma-effort!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;2. Wag mong pigilan ang sarili mo na mag-drama o mag-emote kapag 'Broken-Hearted' ka. Magpakasaya ka! Makipag bonding bonding with friends! Tapos pag-uwi mo sa bahay, chaka ka na lang magkulong sa kwarto mo. Umiyak ka hangga't gusto mo. Sumigaw ka sa unan mo. Makipag-bonding ka sa sakit na nararamdaman mo. Don't pressure yourself to move on, kasi isa talaga yun sa pinaka-mahirap gawin. Normal lang yang nararamdaman mo. Just feel your pain until the pain becomes numb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;3. Sa mga panahon na sawi at bigo ka sa love, no advice can make you feel better. Kahit ano pang sabihin sayo ng mga kaibigan mo, kapuso at kapamilya, hindi ka pa rin magiging okay. Kahit bilihan ka pa ng sampung iPod Touch, Hindi ka pa rin magiging masaya. (Ewan ko lang ah. Kasi ako, masaya na ako dun. HAHA!) Alam mo, tama si Doraemon. Ang talagang makakapagpasaya sa atin ay ang taong naging dahilan kung bakit tayo nalungkot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;4. Don't seek for revenge. Minsan kasi kapag tayo ang offended party, naiisip natin gumanti. Sa halip na ubusin mo ang oras mo sa pag-iisip ng gimik kung paano gagantihan ang nang-gago sayo, spend your time in living your life because a life lived well is the sweetest kind of revenge. Ipakita mo sa kanya na masaya ka kahit wala na siya sa buhay mo. Ayus ayusin mo sarili mo. May iba kasi na kapag broken-hearted eh napapabayaan ang sarili. Dahil mashadong nag-papaawa... Ayan tuloy, mukha nang hindi nagsusuklay, hindi naliligo, tapos kapag nakasalubong si ex at hindi ka pinansin, masasaktan at iiyak. Eh paano ka ba naman niya papansinin, eh hindi ka na niya marecognize jan sa ichura mo? Kaya sa halip na magpabaya, magpaganda ka nang magpaganda! Tapos kapag magandang-maganda ka na siya naman ang wag mong pansinin. Hehehehe. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;5. And lastly... PRAY! Sabi nga sa libro ni Elizabeth Gilbert na "Eat Pray Love", "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;There is no trouble in this world so serious that it can't be cured with a hot bath, a glass of Whiskey and the Book of Common Prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;" Walang hindi nadadaan sa dasal. Just have FAITH. Everything will be alright, I'm sure... :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-2814504172190314715?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/2814504172190314715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/08/broken-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/2814504172190314715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/2814504172190314715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/08/broken-heart.html' title='Broken Heart?'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-1270223444310141191</id><published>2009-08-28T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T04:34:13.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Hurts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Oh, I HATE HIM SO MUCH!!! But... I can’t say '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SCREW HIM!&lt;/span&gt;' to the guy that I have come the closest to being fully in love with, though. No matter how much he disappoints me, I still would do anything for him, and it sucks because I know he wouldn’t do the same for me. Heck yes. That hurts more than anything, but I just can’t stop loving him. Oh believe me, I’ve tried. How many times? I've lost count. It's way too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heart broken. I feel empty, betrayed, lonely, no happiness and whatsoever. I don’t want to laugh because I know it’s not going to help. A simple laugh can't fix a broken heart. But I don’t want to cry either, because I know it will just make me feel even worse than I am now. Oh, I feel like my heart is being torn apart. Not only that, but I know, pretty soon my life's going to feel like it’s falling apart too. I don't think this will ever end. No matter what he has done to me before, even though it's really painful, it seems impossible for me to stop loving him this much. Everyone wonders why I still love him, even though he hurt me so much before. Well, that’s the confusing part. I really don’t know why, I just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who hurt me the most is normally the one I love the most. Then after a few days, I finally feel a sense of relief, like I'm starting to be happy again. Though I know, deep inside, I'm just going into denial, trying hard to escape from all of this. Then after a few more days, I'm back to square one... Back to what I was before. An empty soul and a girl in teary eyes. Oh I thought I already got over him but I guess I just stopped showing it and I can’t help but show it again. It leaves wounds and scars in my heart that will always be here with me, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one understands how I feel, and how deep I am hurt no matter who they are, because it hasn’t happened to them and even if it has, every broken heart is different. They don’t know the true pain I feel and carry each and everyday, so I've realized that basically I am alone with all this. Oh, and the feeling starts to overwhelm me and suddenly I just break down, right here, because I know I've had enough. These tears just instantly start falling and I'm at that point where I don’t care who see’s  them because I've already spent so many nights lying awake in bed, and so many days being haunted by the scars and fear of rejection and in the midst of all these tears, I know all of this won't help and it’s not going to bring him back, no matter how many times I do all of that. After all the tears I've wasted, I finally pull myself back together and keep going. My throat's starting to clench and my eyes are burning with these tears that I'm trying to hold back. It's not that easy to do, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone says, "Everything will be okay…” But I know it won’t, and that’s the truth... It won’t, and I look back on all of the hurt I've had from this, and I've realized that people are horrible. Yeah, I'm still hurt, but I’ve learned to hide this so everyone would think that I'm okay. So now every time I see him, I know I still love him, and I feel a slight tingle in my heart yearning for him to love me back again, screaming out loud! Yet, for some reason, he doesn't hear it at all. Then I just sit back and wonder how one person could have caused all of this…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Cause When A Heart Breaks, No It Don't Breakeven&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;From~ Breakeven by The Script&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6014759042305927954-1270223444310141191?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/1270223444310141191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/08/cause-when-heart-breaks-no-it-dont.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/1270223444310141191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/1270223444310141191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/08/cause-when-heart-breaks-no-it-dont.html' title='It Hurts...'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-6315283523791385877</id><published>2009-08-22T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T10:58:42.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool, Fun And Inspiring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="style32"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've been meaning to update my blogs as frequent as I can but I'm always having seconds thoughts whenever I start typing a new post. Actually, I can't recall how many times I was debating if I should post about a random day that was (which would most probably be a random read for all) or just wait for that interesting day I can share to everyone. Five draft posts, all of them awaiting to be deleted. I actually thought about deleting this blog. But no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And for an update, I'll make it brief. Here are the things that made this week cool, fun and inspiring:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;1. I am no longer friends with *HIM* and it's my fault. Stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm always hungry. Don't know why, and it sucks. My tummy's always growling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The MTV Presentation's due on Wednesday. I can feel the pressure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I can't sleep. Been thinking about a lot of stuff lately. Poor panda eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I failed at my Filipino and English examination. Argh. Well, actually 75% of our batch failed. It still sucks, though. Who the heck wants to fail an examination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We had this PSEP Confidence Boost thing and we had this acting activity last Thursday. I was asked to act as a girl who lost her mother when she was still a kid, and is about to lose her beloved grandmother who she treats as her second mother. Man, I don't do drama. I sucked. I just shouted and cried and blabbed some sentences like "Oh life is so unfair! I already lost my mother, now you? I can't afford to lose another mother! Please, please don't leave me. You can't leave me... You can't die!" Yeah, that's what I can recall. Oh, it was so damn EMBARRASSING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. There's this stupid cheater. He cheats at all the Facebook application he sees. Sucker. I hope you read this. Yeah, I hate you! I'm so damn irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I miss him. Yeah, him... I can't believe he's gone, AGAIN... And it sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="style32" &gt;When I said these are the things that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="style32" &gt;made this week cool, fun and inspiring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" class="style32" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIED&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style32"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-6315283523791385877?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/6315283523791385877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/08/cool-fun-and-inspiring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/6315283523791385877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/6315283523791385877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/08/cool-fun-and-inspiring.html' title='Cool, Fun And Inspiring!'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-4309659115624040566</id><published>2009-08-20T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:08:20.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Inspiration Doesn't Strike...</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about a lot of stuff lately, and I finally realized why it is so important to inspire the future generation, and to start inspiring them from a very young age, the earlier, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear it all the time. I guess if I had a penny for every single time I hear someone talk, advertise, or broadcast about inspiring children and stuff, I'd definitely be a very rich woman by now. And yet, I never really thought about it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why &lt;/span&gt;is it so important? Well yeah, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;it is, but I didn't quite understand &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why &lt;/span&gt;it is. These are the questions boggling my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm turning fifteen this November. Now that I only have few years into adulthood, I can clearly see how quickly and easily I get disappointed and discouraged by little disappointments in life, oh and most especially, disappointments in love. Years have passed. Over these years, the problems and disappointments seem to only get bigger and bigger and more difficult to overcome. Though, considering the fact that my life is a bit more comfortable compared to some people, I can only imagine how easy it must be for those having a harder time than me to get completely discouraged and give up on life so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, as much as I think my life sucks, I still think it's somehow, in some way, worth living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not putting the blame on anyone, but I didn't quite grow up with the idea that I could be anything I dreamed or wanted to be. It's a bit much like a reality check everywhere I went. Well, there was no room for dreaming, only reality. Well, I guess that's life. I have to deal with it. We all have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need money. We need to find a career that gives us that, whether we like it or not. We all know the fact that we all need money to survive. Things shouldn't be done on a whim or they'll be a complete waste of time, and effort.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well actually, I don't disagree. It's just that there are plenty other ways of going through life. Well in my opinion, giving the future generation a narrow view of the world is only going to make things harder when they have to try and overcome an obstacle, because they only know a few methods to do it, and these methods don't always work. This is why it's important to give them the encouragement and inspiration to explore the world and its many, many options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I may have become more and more of a pessimist or a realist as I've gotten older, but for the kids' sakes, I'll try my best to be a dreamer around them. A very grounded one, but a dreamer nonetheless. I guess it's the least I could do for them and... for myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-4309659115624040566?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/4309659115624040566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-inspiration-doesnt-strike.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/4309659115624040566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/4309659115624040566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-inspiration-doesnt-strike.html' title='When Inspiration Doesn&apos;t Strike...'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-7572804737197512861</id><published>2009-08-08T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T02:35:04.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Happiness To You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, do you know someone who doesn't want to be happy for the rest of his/her life? Well if you do, tell him/her to shoot his brain out with a shotgun, NOW. Gee, what's the point of having life if you're not happy living it, right? Everyone wants to be happy! We all need to be happy. But when you ask them the question: "What is happiness to you?", many people just don't know what to say. Most of them just instantly answer, "Yes." without giving it a deep thought, but are they really happy? Are they a hundred percent sure about it? So let me ask you that very same question: What is happiness to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, if you don't know the answer to this question then how could you possibly be sure if you're happy or not? You could be feeling all sad and miserable when really everything is as you want it to be, you have everything your way - you have all that you want in life, already - but you just haven't realized it, yet! So, maybe happiness is simply knowing what you've got and being happy with it. A bit like what this guy have said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember, happiness doesn't depend upon who you are or what you have; it depends solely on what you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" -- Dale Carnegie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Or how about this guy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most people would rather be certain they're miserable, than risk being happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;." -- Robert Anthony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Or, this one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The summit of happiness is reached when a person is ready to be what he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" -- Erasmus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Exactly. So with these quotes in mind, let me tell you MY definition of happiness, then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happiness for me is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Smiling a lot, frowning a little and enjoying myself more often than not, wherever I find myself. Be optimistic! Keep on smiling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy and satisfied! Thinking about what I have and not thinking about what I don't have. Being satisfied about everything and not wanting more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eating or drinking my favorite stuff. This would be cheeseburgers, french fries, ice cream, chocolates, shakes and fresh crunchy bread with scrambled eggs... Yum! Typing about this already gave me happiness... *Giggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not being envious or jealous. In other words, being happy with other people's happiness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Having love... Loving and being loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Being happy with the one and only person I love more than myself! Aside from my parents and relatives, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Knowing that I have friends to count on whenever I need a shoulder to lean on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yeah, super fast internet connection. Booyah! :D [Sorry, not related.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...Clearly, happiness is definitely a lot of things and my list of my definition of happiness could go on and on, but it's important to state what happiness is not: It is not always being positive and being jolly all the time and living a problem-free life. Is it? Real lives with ups and downs can still be happy lives just as long as we allow ourselves to be happy in the first place. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Well, that's what I think about happiness. How about you? :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thanks again to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kevin Tan&lt;/span&gt; for giving&lt;br /&gt;me a very interesting topic for my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-7572804737197512861?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/7572804737197512861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-is-happiness-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/7572804737197512861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/7572804737197512861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-is-happiness-to-you.html' title='What Is Happiness To You?'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-6492329082750124823</id><published>2009-08-04T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:36:19.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Homework! Argh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/Snkn1D3pqxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/JG0cBApUWKA/s1600-h/3790794748_7666048481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/Snkn1D3pqxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/JG0cBApUWKA/s320/3790794748_7666048481.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366364223513930514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all know, Former President Corazon Aquino, who swept away a dictator with a "people power" revolt and then sustained democracy by fighting off seven coup attempts in six years, died on August 01, 2009 at 3:18 in the morning. Rest in peace Ma'am Cory Aquino! Don't worry, as we speak, Michael Jackson is teaching FP Cory Aquino and Ninoy Aquino how to dance the moon walk. Think positive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a non-working holiday as Malacañang Palace dictated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt; So... It's a good time to rest, to relax a bit. But wait, there's more! Sad to say... Sir Gilbert Rodriguez gave us an assignment yesterday. It's a super di-duper long assignment that I myself, cannot understand! Darn it. Imbis na makapag-pahinga sana dahil Examination/Hell Week na next week, namomoblema pa ako dito sa assignment na to! Napaka-haba kaya. 16 word problems ito and yung iba pa dito, may a) b), and c) pa! D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;arn it. Darn it! What's wrong with not being smart in Math? It's not being smart in Math! Darn. Hindi ko nga alam kung paano ko ito uumpisahan eh. Titignan ko pa lang yung mga problems, duguan na ilong ko! Haaay... Bahala na. Siguro naman, hindi ganun kagrabe ang impact nitong last assignment sa final grade ko. Complete naman ako sa assignments eh. Hindi ko kasi talaga ma-reach tong mga problems na ito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SnkoJT-WbHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lpQzg3oFKUk/s1600-h/DSC08517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SnkoJT-WbHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lpQzg3oFKUk/s320/DSC08517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366364571434380402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam niyo ba, sa kaka-titig ko dito sa book ko, hindi ko namamalayan na ang dami dami ko na palang nakain na biscuits! Ga-bundok na yung mga wrappers sa kama ko! Well, hindi naman. Mashado ko lang inexaggerate pero seryoso, ang dami ko nang nakain na biscuits. Haaay... I'm so messed up right now! Hindi ko alam kung paano ko ito istastart. Ganito na lang, kokopyahin ko na lang muna yung problems sa coupon bond tapos... Bahala na mamaya. Oo, ganun na! Let's just wait for a miracle to happen... TP WA! [Think Positive, Walang Aayaw!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BTW, I MISS YOU... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6014759042305927954-6492329082750124823?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/6492329082750124823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/08/stupid-homework-argh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/6492329082750124823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/6492329082750124823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/08/stupid-homework-argh.html' title='Stupid Homework! Argh.'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/Snkn1D3pqxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/JG0cBApUWKA/s72-c/3790794748_7666048481.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-464915328539267580</id><published>2009-08-04T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T05:25:55.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Stupidity?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was so bored last night. I wanted to blog about something so bad but I can't seem to think about anything! So, I asked my &lt;a href="http://plurk.com/imkitkat/invite"&gt;Plurk&lt;/a&gt; friends to suggest something. Sharmaine Li was the first one to suggest. She suggested that I make a blog about ballpens. Ballpens? Okay...? Next, Kevin Tan suggested that I blog about Stupidity. So I had to choose between the two. Stupidity or ballpens... I'll go with Stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, what is Stupidity? Is it just about being stupid? Being an idiot? What? Well, I interviewed some of my classmates and these are their reactions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;DEFINE STUPIDITY.&lt;br /&gt;Kim Lim: Hehe... Tanungin mo na lang si Matthew. Madami siya maisasagot jan. :-)&lt;br /&gt;Matthew Chua: Stupidity is the art of being stupid!&lt;br /&gt;Sharmaine Li: Sharmaine. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Julius Chan: Sharmaine!&lt;br /&gt;Gianelli Tan: Sharmaine din...&lt;br /&gt;Karoline Sy: Sharmaine na din!&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Cua: KitKat...&lt;br /&gt;Sherwin Gomez: HA? ANO GAGAWIN KO DUN?!&lt;br /&gt;Steve Sey: Its KitKat...&lt;br /&gt;Jesseca Barrientos: Hindi ko alam.&lt;br /&gt;Sarahlyn Yu: Stupidity... Edi lack of common sense!&lt;br /&gt;Pei Chen Tai: Stupid! Bobo! Ganun!&lt;br /&gt;Nigel Reyes: Your question! Joke. Uhm, falling inlove and saying in the end... It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Ian Mañez: STUPID! DUH!&lt;br /&gt;Rochelle Arenas: Stupidity. Hmm... I DON'T KNOW EH!&lt;br /&gt;Chrystadel Cuña: TANGA!&lt;br /&gt;Reginald Yap: YOOOOUUU!!!&lt;br /&gt;Angelyn Yeung: Chair chair boom boom!&lt;br /&gt;Mary Joy Canilang: Boom boom pow!&lt;br /&gt;Anne Lim: Katangahan?&lt;br /&gt;Janela Fernandez: Katangahan... Ewan ko!&lt;br /&gt;Mina Go: Katangahan. Kabobohan.&lt;br /&gt;Tania Hufano: Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Azure Bugarin: You.&lt;br /&gt;Erika De Veyra: Hindi ko alam... :-)&lt;br /&gt;Marvin Go: Katangahan. Hindi tama ang pag-iisip.&lt;br /&gt;Elaekka Shiu: Nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;Diane Co Chiong: Tanga.&lt;br /&gt;Meynard Ramos: Diba, bobo rin yun? Diba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay... Interviewing my classmates really helped... NOT! Jeez, who am I kidding? No one clearly explained to me what Stupidity really is... Well, what can I say, everyone has their own stupid side... Thanks for the blog topic suggestion Kevin Tan! And hello to all the readers out there. Move move, shake shake, now drop it! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-464915328539267580?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/464915328539267580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-is-stupidity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/464915328539267580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/464915328539267580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-is-stupidity.html' title='What Is Stupidity?'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-5468961064419537577</id><published>2009-08-01T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T04:02:08.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Typhoon Jolina. :3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;What a beautiful day to start the month of August. The birds are not chirping, the sun is definitely not shining and the weather is cold! As we all know, there’s Signal#1 here in Pangasinan and its name is similar with my best friend, Jolina Kimberly Lim. Typhoon Jolina! What a cute name to name a typhoon. So okay, these are my own reasons why today is such a great day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;1. There’s a little fight between us batch mates which started yesterday, June 31, 2009. We all made up this morning, August 01, 2009. I’m glad everything worked out fine. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;2. “Elmo” or Nicole Allyson Chua. I just love it when I talk to her. She’s crazy and I mean CRAZY! She’s so funny! Though she loves to “Toilet” me, I still find her funny. Oh the best part of today was when some foreigner guy keeps on buying her from me and keeps buying me from her as well. His name is Dark Dinh. I don’t know what the hell is he’s nationality but I despise him so much. Argh! I almost got bankrupt at FFS because of him! [FFS means Friends For Sale. It is an application at Facebook.] By the way, it’s her 16th birthday tomorrow! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;3. August… So much happy memories from the past I can recall. It all makes me smile. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;4. It’s Saturday! It’s a weekend. I have lots and lots of time to waste my time up using the Internet. I could even wake up late if I want to. It’s a free day! I got nothing to do. Well, not really. I do have a lot of home works but I have no plans to do them today. I’ll just do them tomorrow. I still got time left. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;5. Lastly, I now have something to blog about! After ages… Finally. I came up with something. Hooray! This is my first entry for the month of August!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;So... What are your reasons? :D&lt;/span&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/6014759042305927954-5468961064419537577?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/5468961064419537577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-beautiful-day-to-start-month-of.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/5468961064419537577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/5468961064419537577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-beautiful-day-to-start-month-of.html' title='Typhoon Jolina. :3'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-3477560815738557547</id><published>2009-07-28T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:37:17.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hardest Thing To Do Is To Eat Turnilyo. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Read this. Nakakatawa mag bigay ng advice si ahia Dek. Hahaha. Pero, totoo naman mga sinasabi niya. Thank you! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dek Dulay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: the hardest thing to do is to eat turnilyo :D and if someone you love, loves someone else, find someone else to love. if you feel happy because a certain someone who was at war with you, is now ok with you. think before wishing you were together again. "it's hard to see someone you love, love someone else." i agree, but its harder to put your happiness around people you imagine yourself with, and expect them to fulfill your imagination. if it's not happening, then it isn't real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dek Dulay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; kala mo ikaw lang ang emo :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dek Dulay&lt;/span&gt;: you are only hurt by other people, as much as you're willing to hurt yourself, nobody can do worse than what you can do to yourself. pag sinabi ba nilang olats ka, maniniwala ka? pag sinabi bang walang kwenta ka maniniwala ka? pag naniwala ka, masakit, db? e kung sabihin nilang lalake ka pala, at naniwala ka, sobrang sakit nun, pero kung narealize mong hindi ka naman lalake, db matatawa ka nalang dahil para silang tanga? isipin mo rn na hindi ka olats, may kwenta ka, siguro matatawa ka nalang sa mga nagsasabing hindi. start thinking. you're only affected by as much as you believe in other people. start believing in yourself, then you start living a life greater than what other people can say about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-3477560815738557547?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/3477560815738557547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/07/hardest-thing-to-do-is-to-eat-turnilyo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/3477560815738557547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/3477560815738557547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/07/hardest-thing-to-do-is-to-eat-turnilyo.html' title='The Hardest Thing To Do Is To Eat Turnilyo. :D'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-7904804818608694979</id><published>2009-07-18T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T09:50:12.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You...</title><content type='html'>I wrote something last Thursday during our History class 'cause I was bored and I wanted to express how I feel by writing it on a piece of paper. It helps me feel better, letting it all out than just bottling it all inside. Very effective. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SmHCColNVZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qXITYpe42Ds/s1600-h/DSC08051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SmHCColNVZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qXITYpe42Ds/s320/DSC08051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359778382056609170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here it is. Ang bunga ng aking boredom and kalungkutan at oo, hindi malabo ang mga mata mo. Mahirap lang talaga basahin ang mga naka-ukit sa mga papel pagka sa litrato mo ito titignan. So, itatype ko na lang kung ano yung nakasulat. This is something I want to say to someone but I don't have the courage to. Sinulat ko na lang. Baka kasi mabaliw na ako kung itatago ko na lang ito eh. Ang bigat bigat kaya ng feeling. So okay, the paper says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Hay nako, naiinis ako. Hindi ko talaga maintindihan itong nararamdaman ko ngayon. I'm so confused! Palagi naman eh. Hindi ko talaga maitukoy kung ano ba talaga ang nararamdaman ko para sayo. Mahal ba kita o hindi? Dati, nung iniwan niya ako, anjan ka para sa akin. Hindi mo ako iniwan, anjan ka lang palagi sa aking tabi. Napasaya mo ako, ibinigay mo yung pagmamahal na kinailangan ko nung time na yun. Hindi man lang ako nakapag-pasalamat sayo, sa pagmamahal na ibinigay mo sa akin. Napaka-selfish ko. Nakipag-hiwalay ako sayo dahil hindi ko pa nakakalimutan ang taong minahal ko ng higit pa sa sobra. Ang tanga tanga ko. Hindi ko inisip kung anong nararamdaman mo. Basta bigla na lang ako nakipag-hiwalay sayo. I'm sorry. Sana mapatawad mo ako kahit friends tayo now, alam ko deep inside masama ang loob mo sa akin. Sorry hindi ko naibalik ang mga pagmamalasakit mo para sa akin. Nagsisisi talaga ako. Ang sama ko. Kung akala mo ginamit lang kita at ginawang panakip-butas, hindi. Sa mga sandaling pagsasama natin, minahal din kita. Tao rin ako. Hindi ako manhid. Marunong din akong maka-miss ng tao. Hindi mo ba napapansin? Tuwing nagtatanong ako kung may bago ka na, pag binibigyan mo ako ng hinding sagot, ayaw kong maniwala. Gumagawa ako ng sarili kong pinagseselosan. Tuwing nakikita kita sa school na may katext, ang bigat ng kalooban ko. Ewan ko ba, nagseselos talaga ako. Hindi na tayo mashado nag-uusap ngayon. Parang napapalayo ka na sa akin. Sana hindi parin magbago ang pagkakaibigan natin. Importante ka para sa akin. Hindi mo lang alam, araw-araw kitang namimiss. Kausapin mo na ako. Namimiss ko na ang pagiging mafeeling mo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-KitKat- "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-7904804818608694979?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/7904804818608694979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/7904804818608694979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/7904804818608694979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-miss-you.html' title='I Miss You...'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SmHCColNVZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qXITYpe42Ds/s72-c/DSC08051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-5366742046822884128</id><published>2009-07-11T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T07:37:46.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NAKAKITA AKO NG MULTO!!!</title><content type='html'>July 11, 2009 [DURING NIGHT] Oo, nakakita talaga ako ng multo! I SWEAR! Believe me or not, I don't care! Alam ko kung ano ang nakita ko! I saw her with my two eyes! Kasi ganito yun, galing ako ng Tarpograpix tapos ginabi na ako so hinatid na lang ako ni Uncle Jimmy sa bahay para di ko na antayin si ahia Dek kasi matagal pa siya. Edi yun, pagdating namin sa may gate ng Unique Lumber, edi bumusina na si uncle Jimmy tapos inaantay na lang namin na buksan ng guard yung gate. Napatingin ako sa side mirror ni uncle Jimmy sa may driver's side tapos laking gulat ko may babaeng nakatitig sa akin. She is I think about 50 years old or something, short hair, wearing a white plain shirt and white plain long skirt. So, nagtataka ako kung bakit pinapanuod niya kami na nag aantay na buksan ng guard yung gate so lumingon ako sa likod. In my surprise, hindi ko nakita yung babae so dinedma ko na lang eh kasi baka andun lang siya kanina tapos umalis na. Pagtingin ko ulit dun sa side mirror, andun parin siya! Hindi gumagalaw, nakatayo lang at nakatitig sa akin so super nacurious na talaga ako edi lumingon ulit ako sa likod at talagang hinanap hanap ko yung babae. Pati si uncle Jimmy napalingon sa likod kasi nagtataka siya kung bakit ako lumilingon pero wala naman siya nakita kasi no reaction siya. Pag tingin ko ulit dun sa side mirror, andun parin talaga yung babae! Nakatingin talaga sa akin, hindi gumagalaw. Kahit blink of an eye wala! So, kinabahan na talaga ako pero wala akong sinabi kay uncle Jimmy kasi baka matawa pa siya sa akin kasi wala naman siyang nakikita pero I SWEAR may nakikita ako sa likod ng sasakyan nakatitig sa akin na babae! Promise! Umiiyak ako ng sobra sobra now kasi talagang takot na takot na ako. Nanginginig ako now. Kinakabahan ako. Ano ba kailangan sa akin ng babaeng yun at kelangan pa niya magpakita sa akin? Nung kwinento ko kay mama yung nakita ko, baka daw nakita ko yung bantay dun sa kalsada kasi meron daw nasagasaan dun which explains kung bakit may cross sa harapan ng Unique Lumber dati tapos dati may isang malaking puno sa gitna ng road dati tapos magandang puno siya kulay yellow mga flowers niya pero pinaputol daw nila dati kasi binabahayan daw ng multo. Baka daw nakita ko sa side mirror yung bantay. Pero, bakit? Why me? Natatakot na talaga ako. I even let my mom close all the windows kasi natatakot ako na baka pagtingin ko sa bintana, makita ko ulit yung babae! Grabe, super kinakabahan ako. Paano na ako matutulog nito! Pupunta na lang ako sa kwarto nila mama, dun na lang ako matutulog! Ayaw ko na mag isa sa kwarto after that experience! Hindi naman ako nag iisip ng multo kanina at I don't even believe in ghosts pero after what I saw kanina, grabe naniniwala na talaga ako! Wala akong pakealam kung ayaw niyo maniwala sa akin. Sabihin niyo nang baliw ako pero alam ko talaga yung nakita ko kanina! Promise! This is my first time to see one kaya super natatakot ako! Ayaw ko nang maulit to! AYAW KO NAAA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-5366742046822884128?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/5366742046822884128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/07/nakakita-ako-ng-multo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/5366742046822884128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/5366742046822884128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/07/nakakita-ako-ng-multo.html' title='NAKAKITA AKO NG MULTO!!!'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-4728320958873959951</id><published>2009-07-02T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T05:35:38.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 3 Annoying Disney Channel Stars!</title><content type='html'>NOTE: These are my top 3 most annoying Disney Channel stars. No offense to those who are die-hard fans of the following celebrities that I'm about to mention. These are just my personal opinions about them so don't over react. Jeez, we all have our own opinions. So, these are MY opinions. I do not care if you love them. Love me, hate me, whatever. I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miley Cyrus A.K.A.&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Montana/Miley Stuart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SkyirPVzaOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7FA2cHkLeoA/s1600-h/2594032812_50d9658f1d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SkyirPVzaOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7FA2cHkLeoA/s320/2594032812_50d9658f1d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353832920772733154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I think people hate Miley because she never truly earned her fame. Yup, she may have wanted to be an actress or a singer before but it's because of her dad being who he is that made her as famous as she is today. I heard too that she would've never gotten the role as Miley on Disney Channel's Hannah Montana if she didn't have such good chemistry with her dad for the show. I think it's pathetic. She haunts the internet. Haven't you noticed? Her face is everywhere! People worship her. It's very annoying. Everyone acts as though she's some sort of an alien or something. But seriously, I don't see the big deal. She can't even sing that good, her show sucks [I have never laughed even once!], and she only appeals to children, and SOME teenagers which makes me curious. Most people just find her VERY annoying, like myself. I don't hate her because I don't really know her so I can't judge, but I really don't like her music. I'd have to say that other people don't like her because of some of the things she has done. She at one point said she was a Christian, and then did those nude pictures and some people say she is the next Britney Spears but then again she is a celebrity and humans have a way of using their fame for more than entertainment. Sometimes just to attack somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;The Jonas Brothers&lt;br /&gt;[RE-POSTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h4 class="itemtitle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Okay, before you start calling me names and before those training-bra-wearing little girls start screaming at my face, listen to my argument first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://xef.xanga.com/77283560d71b0247633446/b133014845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="I hate the Jonas Brothers" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xef.xanga.com/77283560d71b0247633446/b133014845.jpg" height="579" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;In my defense, I'm not jealous of them. I won't ever be jealous of them unless they gain credibility by actually singing in the genre known as "rock",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; not "pop". You have no right to call yourself a BAND until then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Oh right, and the the whole "good boy" image is a load of crap. That's just there so moms will like you for being their daughters' role models and buy merchandise that's got the "JBro" image on it. It's a hoax for the consumer to eat the crappy music up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;« LYRICS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just go analyze some of their lyrics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Just might be paranoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm avoiding the lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cause they just might slip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Can someone stop the noise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I don't know what it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;But I just don't fit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm paranoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, good lyrics you guys got there. That REALLY makes sense. -Insert heavy sarcasm-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="text-1491690272"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LYRICS: They actually have a song about called Poison Ivy and the chorus basically repeats "Everyone's allergic to poison ivy." So so SO stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;« DISNEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Now, onto a new point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; You're from Disney. I'm sorry but that's a good enough reason to hate the Jonas Brothers. Yes, that includes hating Miley Cyru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;s and all those other wannabe celebrities. Has anyone noticed that now all the actors in Disney tv shows/movies all have singles coming out? Like that Emily Osment from Hannah Montana? Agh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;*No, I don't hate the old Disney, where they produced great films like the Lion King, Mulan, Aladdin, and such. Just now, where they're greedy businessmen who want to take all your money with tacky schemes. Sigh, sounds just like those Twilight franchise businessmen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;« SKINNY JEANS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;This last one is something MANY people will share the same opinions about, whether you hate the JB or not. The notorious skinny jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://x09.xanga.com/b998302235530247633492/b138937139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="I hate the Jonas Brothers" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x09.xanga.com/b998302235530247633492/b138937139.jpg" height="510" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Those guys wear more skinny jeans than an average American eats hamburgers, and that's a lot. When you see a photo of either one of those guys, you can bet your money they're wearing skinny jeans. It's disgusting, distracting, and all around barf-inducing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Hmm...now I don't expect only models to wear skinny jeans, but the guys look like they're 5"5 with them on. So as a third party observer, please lay off the skinny pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Anne Hudgens A.K.A.&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella Montez [High School Musical]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/Skyny1Ojc9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/2E7hDRHO164/s1600-h/2131988710_4844a712c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/Skyny1Ojc9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/2E7hDRHO164/s320/2131988710_4844a712c2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353838548760097746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No, I don't particularly care about Vanessa, but it's this kind of obsession that makes me wish she had never been alive. She was cute when she was a younger teen, but those days are over. Plus, she pretended to be "LITTLE MISS INNOCENT" but she was stupid enough to get a naked picture of herself leaked all over the Internet. Knowing she's a Filipina like me, it's just so disappointing! I admired her so much back then but I guess people do change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-4728320958873959951?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/4728320958873959951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/07/top-3-annoying-disney-channel-stars.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/4728320958873959951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/4728320958873959951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/07/top-3-annoying-disney-channel-stars.html' title='Top 3 Annoying Disney Channel Stars!'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SkyirPVzaOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7FA2cHkLeoA/s72-c/2594032812_50d9658f1d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-2561566968117911862</id><published>2009-06-28T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T06:18:33.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want What I Want When I Want It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... These Are Just A Bunch Of Stuff I Want Right At This Moment.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Right Here... Right Now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Pepperoni Pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SkdS8GE06hI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZNZdedHHizE/s1600-h/371711754_ff6ce1ccc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SkdS8GE06hI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZNZdedHHizE/s320/371711754_ff6ce1ccc3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352337874529610258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now who doesn't crave for this?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves a slice from a Pepperoni Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, maybe a slice or two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;2. Heart-Shaped Hand Made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chocolate Chip Cookie Necklace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SkdToiAwmOI/AAAAAAAAABk/dihEkM4HltQ/s1600-h/2992400547_1476c976a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SkdToiAwmOI/AAAAAAAAABk/dihEkM4HltQ/s320/2992400547_1476c976a2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352338637942986978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't it adorable? Looks delicious too!&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be sweet if someone made one for you?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I want one... NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;3. BMW M3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SkdUMirpPBI/AAAAAAAAABs/e7ZjJIOhv04/s1600-h/473538792_af7f470e89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SkdUMirpPBI/AAAAAAAAABs/e7ZjJIOhv04/s320/473538792_af7f470e89.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352339256598150162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh I know I can't drive well yet, and I don't even have a license but&lt;br /&gt;look at this! It's so tempting! I want to drive one now!&lt;br /&gt;Well if ever I did, my parents better get ready for the insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;4. Oreo O's Cereal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SkdVLsb_T5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fx3Vh7NZiUQ/s1600-h/512222836_7a9f501647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SkdVLsb_T5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fx3Vh7NZiUQ/s320/512222836_7a9f501647.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352340341548601234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss this! It's been ages since I ate one.&lt;br /&gt;It's so creamy and delicious!&lt;br /&gt;So tempting... Uh! I want to buy one now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;5. 5x5 Rubiks Cube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SkdVpvNd7SI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oMnl3w3ZD2I/s1600-h/319661249_0fc7714552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SkdVpvNd7SI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oMnl3w3ZD2I/s320/319661249_0fc7714552.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352340857689074978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My classmate, &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/18149432"&gt;Tania Hufano&lt;/a&gt; owns one.&lt;br /&gt;I want one too! I desperately want to learn how to solve that thing!&lt;br /&gt;Would someone get me one for my birthday? Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;6. A Picture On That Bench&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SkdWFwrQacI/AAAAAAAAACE/ugcuAZSnBK0/s1600-h/2863313_cb7178da84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SkdWFwrQacI/AAAAAAAAACE/ugcuAZSnBK0/s320/2863313_cb7178da84.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352341339118791106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is the most awesome bench I have ever seen in my entire life!&lt;br /&gt;I would love to have my photo taken sitting on that very same bench.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where this bench is located?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;7. Pink Panda Cupcake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SkdWlW0qJuI/AAAAAAAAACM/TNUG1vEUzLs/s1600-h/2615172790_e05848185c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SkdWlW0qJuI/AAAAAAAAACM/TNUG1vEUzLs/s320/2615172790_e05848185c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352341881934718690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMG. This is the most adorable edible thing ever!&lt;br /&gt;Looks delicious! Made from Strawberry Milkshake Oreo's.&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat that! Reminds me of &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/kim010203"&gt;Kim Lim&lt;/a&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;8. Crayola Twistables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SkdYH8vbrkI/AAAAAAAAACU/RN4vt6_-Lew/s1600-h/3442373144_f29b64f046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SkdYH8vbrkI/AAAAAAAAACU/RN4vt6_-Lew/s320/3442373144_f29b64f046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352343575740526146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remember seeing this at ate &lt;a href="http://katins08.multiply.com/journal/item/67/The_wishlist"&gt;Katrina Villegas' Wishlist&lt;/a&gt; at Multiply.&lt;br /&gt;I really think it's cool. I want to try using one now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is new... I think? I want to buy one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. McDonalds' Twister Fries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SkdZFygO3UI/AAAAAAAAACc/XB8IG37R83k/s1600-h/erferferf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SkdZFygO3UI/AAAAAAAAACc/XB8IG37R83k/s320/erferferf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352344638144306498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this! I really do! This is the best thing McDonalds ever served!&lt;br /&gt;I heard it's now available at Dagupan City and I would love to purchase!&lt;br /&gt;I really crave for this. I love it's salty taste! So crunchy! Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;10. Lava Lamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/Skdb_KaywvI/AAAAAAAAACk/oReWLXUnbZo/s1600-h/401507291_00f48431c7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/Skdb_KaywvI/AAAAAAAAACk/oReWLXUnbZo/s320/401507291_00f48431c7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352347822839743218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Craving for a Lava Lamp ain't weird! I think.&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought it's cool 'cause I always see this at Sims 1.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what that is, that thing inside the lamp. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;11. Sinigang Na Hipon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SkddKfLqiBI/AAAAAAAAACs/t4o7ztlbghE/s1600-h/479501252_ebb63b99bf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SkddKfLqiBI/AAAAAAAAACs/t4o7ztlbghE/s320/479501252_ebb63b99bf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352349116903622674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh my. One of the best Filipino dishes!&lt;br /&gt;This is a very mouth-watering picture!&lt;br /&gt;I miss Matutina's Sinigangs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;12. "Tige&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SkddqnkheEI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CA2og9VhyKA/s1600-h/Whatever+%2823%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SkddqnkheEI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CA2og9VhyKA/s320/Whatever+%2823%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352349668911183938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my stuffed tiger, Tiger. It was given to me by someone...&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah, I already have this but I still crave for it.&lt;br /&gt;I miss hugging it before I go to sleep but now I can't. You know why?&lt;br /&gt;It'll just remind me of someone, which is the reason why I&lt;br /&gt;kept this stuffed tiger in a huge cabinet where I can't see it.&lt;br /&gt;It just breaks my heart, the memories it brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;13. Chocolate Chip Cookie Pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/Skdfrs36m-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/3GL5pCCWNfw/s1600-h/2420100292_d94ed6d8e0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/Skdfrs36m-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/3GL5pCCWNfw/s320/2420100292_d94ed6d8e0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352351886537825250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMG. That looks SO good!&lt;br /&gt;I think I can smell the chocolate. :-P               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Tokidoki Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SkdhKX0WsqI/AAAAAAAAADE/OWg0uC1jTj0/s1600-h/714148249_37b17c80ee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SkdhKX0WsqI/AAAAAAAAADE/OWg0uC1jTj0/s320/714148249_37b17c80ee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352353512973316770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes! It IS a cake. Looks like a lunch box right?&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's Tokidoki! A brand for bags.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's cute. Eating a bag on your birthday. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;15. Chocolate Chip Raspberry Cheesecake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/Skdios4W77I/AAAAAAAAADM/dxdyEovRgT4/s1600-h/2419896481_8eb98349a6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/Skdios4W77I/AAAAAAAAADM/dxdyEovRgT4/s320/2419896481_8eb98349a6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352355133534957490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One word: YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;1&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;6. Rar&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SkdlSlfTQeI/AAAAAAAAADc/hCGx5lKC5Oc/s1600-h/3305449_391a4ad127890111d683d74c7ecdc799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SkdlSlfTQeI/AAAAAAAAADc/hCGx5lKC5Oc/s320/3305449_391a4ad127890111d683d74c7ecdc799.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352358052128571874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss you Rara! Rest in peace...&lt;br /&gt;Rara is my dog who died last June 11, 2009. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;17. PLURK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SkdnBq5eStI/AAAAAAAAADk/bCwlW1Y4SU0/s1600-h/erfere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SkdnBq5eStI/AAAAAAAAADk/bCwlW1Y4SU0/s320/erfere.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352359960546003666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes. I want to Plurk about something right now! I'm addicted to it. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Wondering who's Plurk profile this is? I too have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;Please visit my &lt;a href="http://plurk.com/imkitkat/invite/"&gt;Plurk&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;18. Koko Crunch Cereal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/Skdn2UXoPjI/AAAAAAAAADs/dEnO5nSoc0Y/s1600-h/502030921_ad17b285c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/Skdn2UXoPjI/AAAAAAAAADs/dEnO5nSoc0Y/s320/502030921_ad17b285c1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352360865031536178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ooooh. I'll go downstairs and get some now!&lt;br /&gt;Yummy! Chocolate chocolate chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;19. A Certain Someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/Skdodswf2xI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ILkkX-EkbxI/s1600-h/ghfghfghfgh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/Skdodswf2xI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ILkkX-EkbxI/s320/ghfghfghfgh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352361541593193234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NOTE: NOT MY EX-BOYFRIEND IN CASE YOU ARE WONDERING.&lt;br /&gt;I miss HIM. Yes, he's a guy. I don't know why, but I do.&lt;br /&gt;Wondering who this is? It's a secret. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;20. Dream Land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SkdrFqmdliI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mbtRMRSfJCI/s1600-h/ghfghfghfgh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SkdrFqmdliI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mbtRMRSfJCI/s320/ghfghfghfgh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352364427232253474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, I better head off to dream land.&lt;br /&gt;Life is much better there.&lt;br /&gt;I better sleep now, it's a long way!&lt;br /&gt;Good night blog lurker! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-2561566968117911862?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/2561566968117911862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-want-what-i-want-when-i-want-it.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/2561566968117911862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/2561566968117911862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-want-what-i-want-when-i-want-it.html' title='I Want What I Want When I Want It!'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/SkdS8GE06hI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZNZdedHHizE/s72-c/371711754_ff6ce1ccc3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-1354801136044308028</id><published>2009-06-24T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T03:34:42.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood Swings</title><content type='html'>Someday, I'll forget about you. You'll definitely won't hear a thing about me. I won't be looking at you dead in the eye. I now consider it forbidden. I don't need you and I know you don't need me so f*cking stay out of my life! I didn't want any of this to happen, well I did before but now I don't. If only I can travel back in time I would definitely stay away from you and live my life without you. These things happening to me are all because of you. Thank you very much! Who started it? You. You started this effing situation. You ruined my life... I think? Someday, I'll have my chance then I'll ruin yours like you did with mine. I promise this to myself, I'll forget the fact that we even met! So go on, live your life. Be happy. I'll have my revenge soon... or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well okay, forget about the first paragraph. I'm just so disappointed at myself but of course I cannot hurt you. I cannot even lift a finger on you! I just can't. I can't and it disappoints me. Fine, you won and I lost. Game over. It's all over so please can you stop entering my thoughts? It kills me. It effing kills me. I know and you know we both never wanted this to happen. So let's just cut this out. It's too childish. I don't want to fight anymore. Please, stop. I beg you, I beg you... Stay out of my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I'm really thankful I have met you. If I hadn't, I won't be meeting new friends that I never had a chance to talk with and you were the way. Another reason to be thankful are our precious little memories. I learned and understood a lot of facts about relationships because of our misunderstandings. Like they say, "Years teach more than books." Experiences are the best teachers. Somehow, I'm kind of happy about it now. So thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Enough with the drama. Uhm, what's wrong with me? Do I have some kind of mood wings or something? Well yeah maybe. I just can't really express how I feel right now because it's so confusing. I'm angry, sad and happy all at the same time! I look so gloomy these past few days. I'm just too exhausted. My nose even bled yesterday in the morning all of a sudden. Mom said I'm over fatigued. Well, I know there's no connection with what I'm saying but I just want to throw it in. I lack sleep. I need to relax a bit. I need to stop falling asleep during our Filipino class with Sir Villanueva. Although, he is in fact boring so sleeping at his class would be normal. I'm so random now. It feels weird. You know? Vitwater. Oh okay that was a corny joke but please atleast fake your laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss volleyball. I miss Jolina Kimberly Lim. I miss Kebab Marley. I miss Manila. I miss my Sun Cellular sim card. I miss my old phone. I miss Kevin Audric Parayno Tan. I miss watching movies at the mall. I miss hanging out with achi Irene Tan and ahia Dek Dulay. I miss my arm chair. I miss my twelve hours of sleep. I miss freedom. I miss summer vacation. I miss youth camp. I miss blogging. I miss Sharmaine Li. I miss my dad. I miss playing Garena. I miss hanging out at Tarpograpix. I miss my classmates. I miss the smell of ink. I miss our school field trip. I miss buying Shagoo. I miss my old pairs of socks. I miss my brother. I miss shopping. I miss Sharmaine Li's locker. I miss Gloria Jean's Oreo Cheesecake. I miss my elementary days. I miss the smell of cement. I miss grocery shopping. I miss everything. I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-1354801136044308028?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/1354801136044308028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/06/mood-swings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/1354801136044308028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/1354801136044308028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/06/mood-swings.html' title='Mood Swings'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-2864563781011022924</id><published>2009-06-17T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T06:26:02.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Once Again!</title><content type='html'>Whoa. I haven't blogged for like, ages now. I got busy in school and everything. Oh wait, am I? I don't even do home works! Well at least I do a few now unlike the past few years. So okay, this is really what I have been up to. First, I always play volleyball after school which means that the moment I get home, I'm too exhausted to think about something to blog about and I just go straight to bed and take my nap. Second, it's really tiring to think about something to blog about you know. So okay, the election of the PUI Student Councils is fast approaching and I'm third year representative at Perry's party who's running against Mike Jake Sey's party. I thought the whole idea of Mike Jake running as SSG President was a big joke but no, he's seriously serious. HAHAHA! Uhm, we just had our meeting a while ago and it was so confusing because we just laughed and laughed for almost the whole time. Hmm. What else? Uhm and yeah, my brother came home since Sunday. He sometimes visits my sister and I at school. There was one time when he waited for me because it was our lunch break. When the bell rang, I went to the gym and found him waiting for me. In his surprise, some of my classmates yelled "KIM BUM!" at him! He pretty much looks like Kim Bum, the famous Boys Over Flowers star who acts as F4 So Yi Jung. I won't go any further now. I don't have anything to say anymore. So I guess I'll just end this blog right here. :D Boring blog entry eh? Well, sorry! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-2864563781011022924?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/2864563781011022924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-once-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/2864563781011022924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/2864563781011022924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-once-again.html' title='Hello Once Again!'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-3433533464885202906</id><published>2009-06-08T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T06:41:08.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Word: Brilliant!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thai Pantene Commercial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1536fbe555fee53b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1536fbe555fee53b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331385735%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD3A6A7BC2ED1A947712B456D88F6AA5C9449007.2494C6EBB7E42DCFB66E6FF779D07146E0D402F2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1536fbe555fee53b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaSTkXdePxjYJ3YXB8JyLgxBkFSo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1536fbe555fee53b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331385735%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD3A6A7BC2ED1A947712B456D88F6AA5C9449007.2494C6EBB7E42DCFB66E6FF779D07146E0D402F2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1536fbe555fee53b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaSTkXdePxjYJ3YXB8JyLgxBkFSo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thai Pantene television commercial.&lt;br /&gt;Its simply brilliant. The story of a&lt;br /&gt;deaf and mute girl who learns to play&lt;br /&gt;the violin against all odds. One of&lt;br /&gt;the most touching advertisements&lt;br /&gt;I've seen in a long, long time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I just hate the part when&lt;br /&gt;she started playing the violin&lt;br /&gt;on the stage. Her hair was too&lt;br /&gt;exaggerated, I thought she's&lt;br /&gt;going to turn into some&lt;br /&gt;kind of a monster! Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-3433533464885202906?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1536fbe555fee53b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/3433533464885202906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-word-brilliant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/3433533464885202906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/3433533464885202906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-word-brilliant.html' title='One Word: Brilliant!'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-7643366459170764764</id><published>2009-06-07T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T09:12:47.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK TO SCHOOL JUNIORS!</title><content type='html'>Ehem, hating gabi na, meaning Monday na! Nais ko lang naman salubungin ang araw na ito, June 08, 2009. Anong meron sa araw na ito? Aba, ang dami! Unang una, pasukan na namin sa Pangasinan Universal Institute. Malas naman no? Ang ikalawa, I'm now officialy a Junior! Yeah, that's right, third year high school na ako! Pero, mas dumami na ang mga aakyatin naming mga hagdanan! Nako nako, papayat yung mga medyo chubby chubby jan. Hahaha. Aba teka, hindi pa dyan nagtatapos ang aking pagbibilang! Ang ikatlo, makakasama ko na ulit ang aking mga pinakamamahal na batchmates! Makakakwentuhan ko na sila muli! Makakapag bonding moments na ulit kami! Pero, anong disadvantage ng araw na ito? SUMMER VACATION IS NOW... OVER!!! Hay nako naman, oo tapos na ang pinakamamahal nating mga araw. Hindi na tayo pwede magising ng ala una ng hapon, well ako lang naman ata ang ganun pero ganun na din yun. Wala na freedom. Well, meron parin naman pero tuwing weekends na lang. Basta need na magising ng maaga! Hay, buhay estudyante nga naman. Pero sa bagay, pwede naman matulog sa klase. Hahaha! Uhm, ewan ko kung ano ang nararamdaman ko ngayon. Napakagulo. Medyo na eexcite akong pumasok sa school, pero medyo nalulungkot din ako. Hay... Isa nanamang panibagong school year. Isa nanamang panibagong challenge. Pero infairness, nakakamiss talaga makasama ang batchmates. Hay, aral nanaman. Nose bleed nanaman kami sa Math. Hahaha! Wala lang. Aba teka, pansin niyo bang pataglish taglish na ako sa blogs ko? Hahaha. Wala lang, trip ko lang mag tagalog kasi baka manosebleed na sa akin yung mga ibang nagbabasa ng blogs ko, teka teka, meron nga bang nagbabasa ng mga ganun kahabang mga blogs? Wala naman ata eh. Kahit ako ganun din ako. Skip ko na mga ibang sentences. Hahaha! Ang kilala ko lang na mahilig magbasa ng mga mahahabang blogs ay si &lt;a href="http://tambaybahay.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nigel Reyes&lt;/a&gt;, isa sa aking mga pinakamamahal na batchmates. Aba, naspecial mention ka pa! Advertising! May link pa sa name mo! Hahaha. Well, see you later! Since it's already Monday, I'll see you later in the morning. Good bye and good night. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-7643366459170764764?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/7643366459170764764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-to-school-juniors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/7643366459170764764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/7643366459170764764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-to-school-juniors.html' title='BACK TO SCHOOL JUNIORS!'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-8692458402567417406</id><published>2009-06-03T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T18:41:22.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random Facts About Me.</title><content type='html'>1. I hate chicken. Well, unless it's chicken fillet I'll eat it. Nasusuka ako sa chicken that's why I don't order 1 piece chicken and others sa mga fast food chains like McDonalds. Ayaw ko yung may buto. Gusto ko fillet lang. Hahaha. Weird ko no? Basta, nakakasuka ang chicken para sa akin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. May insomnia ako. Antok na antok ako pag umaga pero pag gabi gising na gising ako and I can also stay awake for up to 48 hours. Yeah, 2 days without falling asleep. Matindi no? Pero teka teka, tuwing bakasyon lang yan shempre. Pag pasukan, nako tulog na tulog ako sa klase kahit tanungin niyo pa mga classmates ko! Siguro nakaka 4 hours of sleep ako sa school. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Makapal mukha ko pag dating sa mga kaibigan ko. Yung tipong wala akong pakealam kung mukha akong tanga basta i'm having fun. Yung mga nagwawala wala ganun ganun. Nako, expert yata kami jan. Hahaha! Pero pagdating sa relatives, ayun super quiet ako. Basta I feel more comfortable with my friends. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Nako, hindi lang mga lalaki ang naglalaro ng GG Client/Garena no! Ako din! Na aadik ako dun! But... I don't play DOTA. Nilalaro ko mga Tree Tag, Mafa TD Queen, ganun ganun. More on tower defense and role playing nilalaro ko. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My surname was Uy before instead of Ang. Late na kinasal parents ko eh. Hahaha! So dati, Kit Katrice A. Uy ako tapos now Kit Katrice U. Ang na. Kung iniisip niyo Ang yung A, hindi! Abenojar yan. Hahaha. Filipino surname. So yeah... I'm 75% Chinese 25% Filipino kasi si papa pure Chinese and si mama half Chinese lang. So... ayun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Honor student ako dati. As in HONOR STUDENT. Kasama ako sa top 3. Pero simula nung nagkaroon kami ng computer shop, naadik na ako sa computer at tinamad na ako mag aral ng mag aral kaya ayun hanggang sa bumaba ng bumaba ang grade ko tapos nawala na ako sa top 10. Ngayong second year nga nasa top 30+ ako out of 45 students. Hahaha. Weeh. Sayang no? Talino ko dati!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Super naghirap ako mula nung break up namin ng ex boyfriend na first love ko. Mula nung nag break kami, para bang hindi ko na mabuksan yung puso ko para magmahal ng iba. Madami akong nagagawang mali para bang nawawala ako sa sarili ko. Umabot na sa point na pinag sasabihan na ako ng mga relatives and friends ko na kalimutan ko na siya kasi baka mabaliw na ako nyan. Hahaha! Oo super ako dati. Recently lang yun no. Haha. Pero ngayon, medyo nakakapag move on move on na din. Ayaw ko na din makealam sa buhay niya. Woo. Drama naman nitong number 7. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. May phobia ako sa mga gangsters or mga tambay. Eh kasi naman pag naglalakad ako sa streets bigla ba naman kakausapin ako sasabihin "Hi miss." or "Hi cute." Nakakatakot kaya. Weird nila. Hahaha. Tapos sa City Mall pa nga eh kasama ko si Sharms sa harap ng sinehan biglang may lumapit samin kinukuha number ko sabi niya "Miss, pwede pahingi ng number mo?" Nako hinila ko agad si Sharm takbo kami sa ground floor! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ang dami kong head bands. As in super dami. Lahat na ata ng kulay meron ako. Mahilig kasi ako mag head band dati eh so pag nasa mall ako never akong lumabas ng mall na walang nabili na head band. Kahit ask mo pa mga friends ko lagi ako naka head band dati iba ibang designs everyday! Hahaha. Pero hindi na ako mashado nag hehead band ngayon. Paminsan minsan na lang. Ewan ko, parang corny eh. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I suck at algebra. Madami na siguro may alam ng fact na ito. Nagtataka ba kayo kung paano ako nakapasa sa first year algebra at second year algebra? Well, kasi nung first year cheatingan lang kami sa quizzes and assignments kaya walang kwenta. Easy easy lang. Chaka mabait naman si Sir Rodruguez. Hahaha. Tapos nung second year medyo nagka challenge kasi si Mam Bugarin na ang teacher namin. Actually dapat nga hindi ako pasado kung hindi naawa si Mam Bugarin sa akin eh. Alam mo grade ko ngayong second year? First Grading: 73 | Second Grading: 74 | Third Grading: 72 | Fourth Grading: 75 | Overall: 75 &lt;--- Magic no? Hahaha! Nag summer ako for two weeks to get that grade! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Yung mga taong kakakilala lang sa akin at nagtanong ng name ko, after ko sabihin name ko, usually "KitKat? As in yung Chocolate?" ang tanong agad sa akin. Yeah, KitKat as in chocolate nga ang spelling ng name ko. Alangan naman KitCat, ano ako pusa? Hahaha! Weee. Meow :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. More than one year na akong may braces pero hindi parin inaalis kasi hindi ako nagpapa adjust kaya napapahaba tuloy yung treatment ko. Hahaha! Five times pa lang ata ako nag pa adjust eh. Eh dapat one year so baka may seven months pa to KUNG magpapa adjust ako in time pero alam niyo naman ako, pag tinamad that day hindi ako lalabas ng bahay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Nung first year lang ako first time nag jeep ng mag isa papuntang City Mall. Eh kasi late nanaman ako sa lakad ng batch namin. Di na nila ako maantay kaya nauna na sila sa mall tapos sunod na lang daw ako edi ayun nag jeep ako mag isa papunta City Mall. Grabe katakot pero ngayon sanay na ako. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. May aircon ako sa kwarto ko pero hindi ko na ginagamit. Nasanay kasi akong matulog sa school eh diba electric fan lang mga classrooms ng high school kaya ayun nasanay ako sa electric fan kaya lagi na lang ako nag eelectric fan. Parang pag natutulog ako ng naka aircon magkakasakit ako. :)) Nako, baka mangalawang na aircon ko matagal nang hindi nagagalaw! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Ngayong 2009 lang ako nagkaroon ng pinaka first kong camera mula nung pinanganak ako. Kahit yung mga film film lang dati hindi ako binigyan. Pero mabuti na rin yun, high tech na kasi sa kapanahunan natin ngayon. Hahaha. Kaya mas okay na rin to kasi Digital Camera na ang binigay sa akin. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Matakaw ako. Sobra. Nako, makaka limang takal ng kanin ako pag masarap ang ulam tapos may sabaw pa ay nako! Baka more than five pa! Basta para akong lalaki kung kumain kasi ang lakas lakas kong kumain. Basta kung gutom ako, gutom ako! Hahaha. Tanungin niyo pa si Kevin Tan jan. Alam na alam niya yan! Isa pang matakaw yun. Partners in crime kami pagdating sa kainan. Hahaha. Pero pag napapansin kong tumataba ako, nadedepress ako tapos mag dadiet ako. Pag pumayat na ako, ayan wala na ulit akong pakealam! Kakain ulit ng kakain! Basta parang water cycle lang yan. Paikot ikot. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Nagkaroon ako ng crush which lasted for 5 years! Nako mga classmates ko! Kilalang kilala niyo to! Hahaha. As in naging patay na patay ako sa kanya nung elementary kami. Pero nung pag dating ng first year, nako naging karelasyon naman niya yung best friend ko! Hahaha. Ang gulo gulo ng buhay no? :)) Tapos fortunately, lumipat na siya sa Mother Goose etong second year kaya ayun nawala na ang feelings ko for him pero bwisit na inlove naman ako dun sa lalaking bwisit. Basta long story. :)) Read number 7! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Wala akong alam sa gawaing bahay. Hindi ako marunong mag luto kasi takot ako sa pumuputok putok na mainit na mantika, hindi din ako marunong mag saing ng kanin, hindi din ako marunong maglaba unless may washing machine, takot ako mag plantsya kasi takot akong mapaso, ayaw ko maglinis ng bahay kasi nakakatamad maglinis. Ayun. Hindi mo ako maasahan pag dating dyan! Pero dapat matuto na ako kasi malapit na ako mag college eh. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Etong second year ako, school year 2008-2009, more than 20 times akong nalate. Binigyan na nga ako ng sanction ba spelling nun, ah basta yung paper na pinapasign sa parents na kung hindi masunod, masususpend ako. Hahaha. Grabe as in super late ako. Ang pasok namin is 7:20AM dadating ako sa school mga 8AM na or 8:30AM tapos na yung first period namin. Hahaha! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Mabilis ako sumagot ng exam. Tuwing examinations, siguro wala pang five minutes ipapass ko na yung paper ko. Ewan ko ba kung bakit ang bilis bilis ko. Sure naman ako sa answers ko at pagdating ng test results mataas naman nakukuha ko. Hahaha. Tuwing exam nga ako lagi mag isa sa gym kasi nag eexam pa lahat so tatambay na lang ako mag isa dun sa bleachers tapos usually ang sumusunod sakin na matatapos si Mike Jake Sey na bwisit. Papansin yun nakaka irita. Mayabang! Mahangin! Bwahaha! Tapos nung NAT namin, wala pang fifteen minutes tapos ko na! Pero kaya ako mabilis dun kasi wala naman akong alam kaya shade lang ng shade! &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I like being organized. Gusto ko yung Yahoo! Messenger ko malinis. Ayaw ko mag add ng mga hindi ko kilala at kung makikita mo yung YM ko, naka organize yan by group and lahat ng names nagstastart with capital letters and shempre pati yung surnames. Hindi din ako nag aaccept ng unknown people sa Multiply ko, Plurk ko, Friendster ko, and others. Nagka phobia na kasi ako mula nung nagkaroon ako ng poser. Nag steal ng photos tapos siya daw yung nasa picture. Nako, mafeeling. Hahaha. Pati nga yung pinsan ko eh meron tatlong posers. Si Kaila Ang, kilala niyo? :)) Grabe dami niya fans. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hindi ako mahilig mag short cut. Gusto ko pag nagtetext ako or nagtatype ako buo yung word. Naiirita ako sa shortcuts gaya ng mga ",yaw quh p0h yan ee,.. xuureeh p0h ah d n mau2litx,.." Nakakairita! Kailangan pang artihan yung text ang arte arte! Grr. Kairita talaga. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I'm not afraid of injections. Ewan ko ba. Usually diba takot ang mga bata sa injections. Ako nung grade 2 ako, nung nagkaroon ako ng Dengue Fever tapos naka confine ako sa hospital, gustong gusto ko yung kinukuhanan ako ng dugo. Hahaha. Pinapanuod ko pa yung mga dugong umaakyat sa injection. Parang wala lang eh parang kagat lang ng langgam. Pero medyo masakit yung nilagay yung dextrose [Tama ba spelling?] kasi yung needle parang ang taba eh kaya medyo masakit siya pero kering keri ko! Grade 2 pa lang ako nun ah. Naaalala ko pa nung nursery ako may bakuna bakuna dati sa school tapos iinjectionan kami sa may shoulders ay agee iyakan mga classmates ko tapos pinag tatawanan ko sila. Hahaha. Tapos ako parang wala lang yung injection. Ewan ko ba I'm not afraid of injections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I still watch Barney until fourth grade. Hahaha! I was so childish back then. Nag aaway pa nga kami ni ahia kasi ayaw ko ipalipat yung channel gusto ko nanunuod lang ako ng Barney eh ang tanda tanda ko na. Nagagalit siya sakin sinasabihan niya ako ng bunjing! Hahaha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Tumatawa ako minsan habang tulog ako. Hahahaha. Within this week nga lang eh tumawa nanaman ako habang tulog. Pero pansin nila tuwing may patay tawa ako ng tawa pag tulog ako. Yung namatay yung isang uncle namin, kami nakabantay sa funeral kaya dun ako natutulog tapos tawa daw ako ng tawa habang tulog. Pati nung namatay yung isang lolo namin sa Bicol, tawa ako ng tawa nung natutulog kami kaya nagising sila. Hahaha. Ang weird weird. Pero yung recent walang patay. Nanaginip ako na kasama ko yung mga classmates ko tapos as usual tawa kami ng tawa sa school kaya ayun bigla akong napatawa tapos pag gising ko tawa parin ako ng tawa. Naguguluhan nga ako eh. Hahaha. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-8692458402567417406?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/8692458402567417406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/06/25-random-facts-about-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/8692458402567417406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/8692458402567417406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/06/25-random-facts-about-me.html' title='25 Random Facts About Me.'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-6013113684576152805</id><published>2009-05-27T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T11:34:57.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Vacation Rant?</title><content type='html'>As we all know, the month of June is fast approaching. Yeah, June... The month when we come back to school from a very enjoyable summer vacation. Come to think of it, when I'm at school I always wish that it'll be summer vacation already but when it's already summer vacation, I want to come back to school so badly. I know you have experienced this kind of situation so don't even wonder why you're having this Deja-Vu all of a sudden. As a student, I know what's on other student's minds too. Well, it just excites me that after two months being apart from my classmates and school friends, I'll get to hang-out with them again. You know what? My 2009 summer vacation was really boring. No wait, it's hell! My two best friends in the whole wide world specifically Kim Lim and Sharmaine Li went to Bei Jing for their study tour and it sucks being left here in our smelly country. Not that I dislike our country but it's the truth. It stinks here in the Philippines. Look at what you see in the freaking television lately, Hayden Kho scandals? What the hell is that. I'm currently dying to hear something good coming out of the mouths of these news casters. You know, something like, the government officials helped a lot of malnourished people in the mountains. Senators should really mind these crisis rather than these Hayden Kho scandals, seriously. So okay we went a little too off topic now so let me now continue to brag about my sucking summer vacation. So as I have mentioned, they were at Bei Jing for the whole summer so I'm freaking bored. But yes, thanks to my dear internet, my summer vacation didn't suck that much. This summer, I spent most of my time sleeping on my very cozy bed and that just sucks. You know why? It made me feel like I'm a couch potato! I don't even have any idea if I gained weigh or not because you know, I don't do anything so of course I am more prone of eating a lot. Jeez, I don't want to get fat. Argh, this just sucks. I don't even get to hang out with my friends. Well, at least I got to hang out with Anne Lim, Mary Grace Lim, and Marc Lim a little although I'm not that close to them. Well, it was when I'm having my summer classes with Mam Bugarin like I've mentioned it in my previous blog. I also studied at Kinder Creche Co. with Gianelli Tan. We had advance lessons for third year math so we won't suck at it but still, I think we'll still suck but we'll have our improvements. I also got to hang out with my cousin Dek Dulay and her girlfriend Irene Tan who owns Kinder Creche Co. and who so happens to have a nephew who's name is Kevin Tan, Gianelli Tan's brother, whom I talk a lot with. Wait, enough with that, I'm already confused. So okay, let's just say my summer vacation this year is one hell of a boring summer. Well not totally, it suddenly became interesting when I started watching Boys Over Flowers and I'm so freaking obsessed with it now. For these past few weeks I've been watching this over and over again. I've already watched it from episode one to episode twenty-five for like, I don't know, five times already? Imagine that, I sleep at five in the morning just to watch this Korean Drama which in fact, I have watched already for so many times so what's the point of watching it over and over if you already know what will happen next in the next episodes. I don't know, I just want to watch it. Ohm, I haven't been able to enroll at school yet, it's because I'm too lazy to leave the house and I'd rather watch Korean Dramas. Weird huh? Ahem, OK. I'm just too excited to go back to school again. It's been a while now since I got to hang out with my friends. I miss my school. I miss playing volleyball. I miss being scolded by the teachers for being so talkative. I miss everything. I'm relieved it's just a few days before June 8. I'm so looking forward on seeing my dear beloved classmates again! Whew, I don't know what came into me that I wanted to construct a blog at this time of the day. It's already two o'clock in the morning and yeah, I really need to catch some Zzz's which reminds me, my sister is sleeping on my bed now because my mother is sick and she can't sleep beside my mom because she might get contaminated with her freaking virus. My problem is, what if my sister peed? I don't want my comfy bed to smell like some public toilet you know. My bedroom is my silent sanctuary. I'm yawning right now so yeah, good night to you. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-6013113684576152805?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/6013113684576152805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-vacation-rant.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/6013113684576152805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/6013113684576152805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-vacation-rant.html' title='My Vacation Rant?'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-5319220914669445465</id><published>2009-05-18T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T06:35:47.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impostor. A Trying Hard Impostor.</title><content type='html'>Tonight, something strange happened. Well, this micah_dy@yahoo.com added me in Yahoo! Messenger as her contact, so I accepted her 'cause Micah Dy is my friend. So, there we had our first conversation then I noticed that there's something different about her, and she keeps on asking what our secret is, how could Mycs forget about our secret? Weird. That's why I came up with the idea that this micah_dy@yahoo.com is an impostor. She's not the REAL Micah Dy that I know. Jeez, It's so hard to make sentences in English to describe this happenstance which explains all my grammatical errors. Sorry! I'll just post the conversation I had with this "MICAH DY"? and the REAL Micah Dy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Fake Micah Dy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: kitkat&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: yep?&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: wula..&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: move on&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: yup. haha. i'm trying naman.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: talk ulit&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: kaw ba to Mycs?&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: yap&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: haha&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: ows? haha!&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: uo nga&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: ah ah okay. ano problem?&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: laht&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: my mission&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: nyek. bakit naman yun?&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: wula..&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: umm..&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: anu nga b pnguspan ntin ung heart talk?&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: bat m p tnanung s plurk ko?&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: aku nga toh&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: parang hindi eh hehe&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: pag nagreply ka sa Plurk maniniwala ako haha.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: wg ikalat&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: wag ikalat&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: secret ko to e&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: pangprivate&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: lang&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: ikaw lng may alm&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: uii&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: kit&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: parang hindi ka kasi si Mycs eh kanina pinag uusapan lang natin tapos biglang tatanongin mo.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: syempre dpat safe sau ha!&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: kit&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: haha! ewan.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: KAT!&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: KAT&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: po?&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: hehe&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: question: have you been to any country?&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: answer:&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: uhm, Philippines? haha.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: i mean except philippines&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: why? haha. nope. wala pa naman.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: haha&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: kit&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: kitkat!&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: po?&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: may alm ba ng password mo maliban ikaw?&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: wala eh bakit?&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: questions are helping you to move on&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: ah okay. haha.&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: i'm moving on na ngaaa.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: okay okay&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: ummm..&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: pag tnong ko sau pass mo ibbgay m?&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: hindi.&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: hindi ako nagbibigay ng password.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: e pag siya?&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: who?&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: nvm. move on na pla&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: ah sha? hindi din. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: naging password mu b sya?&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: nope.&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: ang creepy naman nun. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: naging madali ba ang password mo?&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: nope.&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: puro mahaba haha.&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: add mo daw si Jomark. haha.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: wag mong sabihin!&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: hehe&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: weird mo ngayon ah&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: talagang ganyan pag dalaga&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: haha! musta si mystery?&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: hmm.. si mystery?&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: tanong mo sha! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: haha. ngeks.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: naging password mo ba ang favorite music mo?&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: hindi. bakit ba? balak mo ko ihack no? haha!&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: no.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: password kasiyung nagpamove on sa akn&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: haha! weird naman nun. password?&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: sinong idle sa contacts mo sa YM?&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: yap&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: si Eryk Dee. haha.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: lang?&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: yup.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: ngek&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: haha&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: kung sinabi ko password ko sayu ano gagwin mo?&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: wala. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: hindi naman ako nagbubukas ng YM ng iba.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: eh pano pag sabi ku sayu ibgay mo s akn pass mo? tpus ibbgay ko yung akn..ano gagwin m?&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: no thanks. haha.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: hahaha..good&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: sinung idle na babae sa YM m?&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: Chrystadel Cuña. haha.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: lang?&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: yup.&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: why?&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: tingin pa&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: may hinahanap ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: wala na. dalawa lang idle sa YM ko.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: wala eh bakit?&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: ano naman hahanapin ko?&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: kanina mo pa tinatanong kung sino idle eh hehe.&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: i don't know. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: weird mo ngayon ah&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: haha!&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: *din*&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: ikaw kaya.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: ikaw rin kaya&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: ah. haha. lagi naman ako weird.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: may naging kaaway ka ba? na hindi mo parin kausap ngyon?&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: hmm...&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: ewan.&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: aside from KAT hindi ko na alam. haha.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: haha..babae? wala?&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: hmm. wala naman. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: e ako? hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: nyak&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: tagal tagal na natin nag uusap hahaha&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: okies lng yan..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: hehe. matagal naman na tayong bati ah.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: alam ko. joke lang yon&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: sino kachat mo ngyon?&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: ikaw chaka si Sharm. hehe. ikaw?&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: ikaw lang..hehe..private toh db?&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: ah. haha. himala hindi mo kachat si guy.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: private e&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: hehe&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: wala ng ibang kachat?&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: kahit naman private okay lang shempre VIP naman sha. haha!&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: hahaha..hmmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: uy..&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: marame na nagaadd sa aken&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: ikaw kase&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: hehe. okay.&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: edi ireject mo sabihin mo private.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: un nga..&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: ang dme nila&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: hehe. ok&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: oh ano na?&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: ?&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: kachat mo?&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: ikaw na lang.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: sharm?&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: hindi na ko nagreply eh. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: ah&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: ako nalng?!&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: oo nga kulit&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: haha!&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: okaykay&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: may humihingi ba sau ng ym ko?&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: nope.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: okay.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: wag mu sbhin a&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: okay.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: okies?&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: okies&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: okay nga&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: haha.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: hui&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: ui&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: yow?&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: hey..&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: what?&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: wala&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: sino kachat mo?&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: si Micah at ikaw.&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: :)&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: ok.. iisa lang puh yan&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: ah okay. haha. ano last na sinabi mo sakin?&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: saan&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: sa YM. yung sa isang account mo.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: ahh&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: hmm..&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: mycs to nuh&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: haha. no.&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: bahala ka jan whoever you are.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: :))&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: pwede naman tayo usap sa isang YM nag uusap naman dun.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: lam ku&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: haha bahala ka delete na kita&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: wag&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: byeeeeee....&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: hahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: nako buti na lang hindi ko sinabi yung secret namin ni Mycs.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: ako nga to!&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: gmit ni miles ung isang acc&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: hahaha! ows? asuuuus&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: eh bakit alam niya yung secret namin?&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: kasi nagpapalitan kmi ni miles?&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: haha! wow. ganda naman ng excuse mo.  astig.&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: hindi ka pa ba nauubusan ng palusot?&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: ndi..kasi ndi ako nagpapalusot&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: oh?&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: eh bakit binuking mo sarili mo sa Plurk?&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: na hindi ikaw yan?&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: ganon ako&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: hahaha katawa ka naman.&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: sige pa hirit pa.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: KAT!&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: KAT&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: HAHAHAHAHA who are you?&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: inggit ka kay Micah no.&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: ganda name niya eh&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: :D&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: hndi&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: ako nga tuh&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: whatever loser hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: sige paaaa&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: convince me&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: im micah janelle tan dy&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: oh tapos?&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: hahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: im born in march191994&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: pati birthday mali&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: =))&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: typo error&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: oh sige when's your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: tagal naman&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: nag tatanong ka pa ata eh&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: march 13&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: yeah right&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: you and your palusots&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: hnd&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: bakit sirin nagagalit ka ngayon sa sarili mong YM? haha.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: alm ko kya&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: kc ako mycs&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: kasi gnmit ni miled&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: miles*&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: wooow&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: galing mo naman&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: galing ng excuse mo&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: oh sige sakyan na lang kita.&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: hnd yon excuse&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: Mycs:&lt;br /&gt;Kabobohan naman miles magchachat ni Hindi nga nya alam buksan ang ym eh! gamitn b naman shoti ko! Leche Flan!&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: nice try&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: :))&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: snbi ko yan&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: :)&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: hui&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: bkit mo nlgay s plurk q?&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: HAHA&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: mafeeling kang animal&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: &gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: bhelat ka din&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: abnoy&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: abnuy ka p&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: tagal na!&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: sino nga pla jomark? meryl? eula?&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: HAHAHAHAAAA pati bestfriend mo di mo kilala! patawa!&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;micah_dy: hai ewan!&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: hai!&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The REAL Micah Dy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: Mycs! Kung online ka PM mo ko. May ask ako important.&lt;br /&gt;Micah Dy: ok pero asa touch ah... anu un?&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: MYCS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: kaw ba si micah_dy@yahoo.com??&lt;br /&gt;Micah Dy: cnu yan?!? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Micah Dy: Hindi promise!&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: sabi na nga ba hindi ikaw eh! kaya iniiba ko usapan. dami tinatanong.&lt;br /&gt;Micah Dy: really? gnamit name ko para istalk&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: yup. nakalimutan daw niya pinag usapan natin na heart to heart talk&lt;br /&gt;Micah Dy: really? gnamit name ko para istalk ka*&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: hindi ko sinasagot.&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: pag nag online sa sa comp send ko sayo conversation namin&lt;br /&gt;Micah Dy: ay antanga nun cnu kaia un?!?&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: halatang hindi ikaw eh.&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: kaya hindi ko sinasagoy.&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: sinasagot*&lt;br /&gt;Micah Dy: hahaha stalker mo ul8!&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: hindi.&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: tungkol sayo tinatanong.&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: about the mission.&lt;br /&gt;Micah Dy: hahaha LOL.. cge send mo sa akin uhm ligo muna my turn na eh&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: sige sige&lt;br /&gt;Micah Dy: antae stalker! ang "ou" ko ganyan hahaha at saka "yup" nd yap! LOL&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: isesend ko sayo buo pag nasa comp ka na. tae impostor.&lt;br /&gt;Micah Dy: ok shit naiinis na ako! hooo chillax Micah chill! hahaa&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: basta nakakatawa sesend ko sayo buo para makita mo kung paano niya ako kinoconvince&lt;br /&gt;Micah Dy: hahaha oki c mark pa ang asa comp eh naunahan ako sayang! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: micah_dy: sino nga pla jomark? meryl? eula?&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: HAHAHAHAAAA pati bestfriend mo di mo kilala! patawa!&lt;br /&gt;Micah Dy: anTanga nya sheeet hahaha nattwa ako! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;KitKat Ang: basta mamaya send ko sayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice try micah_dy@yahoo.com! 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A Trying Hard Impostor.'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-8484921441316812867</id><published>2009-05-11T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:01:16.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Lili</title><content type='html'>Oh my, this is a late blog post. I was supposed to construct a blog yesterday but we came home late at about twelve midnight so I'm already lazy to make one. Let me explain to you what's up with the weird title. Since it's Mother's Day yesterday, I would like to name this blog after my mother. Her name is Ma. Elizabeth but people call her Lilibeth or simply Beth. Blah blah and so on and so forth. So yesterday, I slept four thirty in the morning because I was still playing Warcraft Frozen Throne then my mom woke me up at about eight in the morning. The moment I opened my eyes, I saw my mom and sister all prepared and ready to go. But where? I had no clue why they were up so early. Our church's worship service is still at ten thirty in the morning and it's too early for them to prepare. So, I ignored my mom then went back to sleep. Then she woke me up again and she was already pissed at me because I'm not yet taking my bath and she said we were in a hurry. In a hurry for what? Then this thought came into my mind, I saw someone's status message last night at Yahoo! Messenger and it says, "Bolahin niyo na mga nanay niyo, sabihin niyo mukha siyang twenty years old para maflattered kasi Mother's Day na!" Now I know what's up, it's Mother's Day! Shit, I almost forgot it was Mother's Day! On the Mother's Day morning, my mom and I had a little fight, again. We always fight about me being so lazy to do anything. But everything turned out okay when I finished taking my bath. My mom said we'll go to SM Rosales because my aunt said so. Then suddenly, my mom recieved a text message from my aunt and she said we'll just go to SM Clark because SM Rosales is near Urdaneta City and that's where my relatives in the mother side are resided. So there we headed to SM Clark. Me, my mom, and my sister were with tita Mary Rose, her daughters Cathy and Angel, kuya Mark and her girlfriend, Mommy Luz [Mommy means 'Lola' in our family in the mother side] and auntie Polen. A trip from Urdaneta City to Pampanga takes an hour of road trip I think and we departed at Urdaneta at about eleven thirty so we just ate lunch at Chowking Luisita. After having our sumptious meal, we went back on our road trip until we arrive to our destination, SM Clark. First, we decided we separate to do our own shopping. So of course, I went with my mom and sister. In the department store, we bought a new school bag for me because I said so. Spoiled much? Ha-ha. Then, we bought socks and a pair of new school shoes for my sister. After that, we headed to National Bookstore to buy some school supplies. Then, we went shopping. First we went to Bench to buy school socks for me then after that, we headed to Penshoppe to see if there's an update with the designs but it's still the same with what they sell in the Dagupan City branch. As my mom was walking, she spotted this really cute necklase, a black heart with a silver rim so she bought it for me. I didn't tell her to buy it for me, she wanted to so I insist. Ha-ha! Then, my mom, my aunt and I went window shopping for a while then went back to the meeting place which was the carousel where my sister and cousin Angel were at then I spotted a Mr. Softy ice cream stand. I cannot resist the urge to eat ice cream! I scream for ice cream! So I bought one, double dutch flavored. After a while it was almost dinner time. We ate dinner at Reyes' Barbecue inside SM Clark. After dinner, we headed back to Urdaneta City to say goodbye to my grandfather. He didn't come with us because he's busy in the clinic. He's a doctor. Then, my mom, sister, and I headed back to our home then slept, well they did. I played Warcraft Frozen Throne again until four thirty in the morning then woke up at about eleven fifteen in the morning. I was supposed to have my advance tutor at Kinder Creche with my classmate Gianelli at eleven o'clock but unfortunately I woke up late so I missed a tutor day. I'll go there tomorrow. Achi Irene's already looking for me! I'm kind of lazy to type more, I can't resist the urge to play Warcraft Frozen Throne again. By the way, did you noticed I mentioned Warcraft Frozen Throne a lot already? This is a really bad sign. I think I'm addicted to it. Well, whatever. PS: I know this is one of the most boring blog you have ever read. I'm sorry but I am too lazy to do this blog which explains the unexplained grammar problems. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos: &lt;a href="http://kitkat037.multiply.com/photos/album/70/Mothers_Day_2009"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-8484921441316812867?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/8484921441316812867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/05/mother-lili.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/8484921441316812867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/8484921441316812867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/05/mother-lili.html' title='Mother Lili'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-6990061889836709544</id><published>2009-05-08T23:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:52:36.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked Sick!</title><content type='html'>I don't really know if I have fever now or something. Everything seems to be normal the moment I woke up. The birds are chirping, the sun is shining, everyone's happy. So yeah, as usual I am still on my comfy bed after I woke up because of my laziness and it has become a part of my daily routine. I stood up and headed to the comfort room then I made a pee because I felt like peeing then guess what came today? My monthly thing. Hey! It's normal for girls you know! So I put on my sanitary pad and lay down on my bed. After that comes the part when my mother calls me for breakfast and I stay in bed and act like I don't hear a thing because I'm too lazy to stand up. So my mother keeps on calling me until I decide to go downstairs and eat breakfast to stop her noise. So everything was normal until today. The moment I sat down on the chair, I felt very dizzy. I leaned my head on my hand then my mother said I should not do that in front of the food, so I took my head away from my hand then I just leaned on the chair. I felt so dizzy so I decided to tell my mother that I'll eat breakfast later because I feel dizzy, so I ran upstairs and lay down on my bed again and covered my face with a pillow then I slept. I woke up at about twelve in the afternoon already so it's too late to have my breakfast. I just went downstairs and found that my sister and mother were already eating without me and they are about to finish their meals so I just sat down again, took some rice from the rice cooker, took a boneless Bangus, and took a bite. After the first three bites, I felt dizzy again, but I wanted to fight it so I drank water but no, it just made things worse. So I ran upstairs again and while I was on my way to my room, I can't see a thing! I can only see blank, pure white. I think it's the effect of me being Anemic because I get that all the time. So I lay on my bed again, closed my eyes, but this time I did not sleep. My abdomen hurts so bad! I guess I have this so called, "Dismenorhea" I don't know the spelling but the point is you could read and understand it well. For those who does not know what that is, well it's the menstrual cramps you feel when you have your monthly thing. I think this is the cause of all these super uncool dizziness. I don't feel well today, I skipped two important meals! Good thing my mother brought Quaker Oats for me so I have at least something in my poor hungry tummy. I already had this unexplained dizziness before but that day, when I ate my breakfast, I vomited it all over the floor! But that helped. I could eat my lunch after that. It was because of my lack of sleep. Let's get back to the Quaker Oats thing. Well, I'm quite satisfied now. I have something to digest. Maybe I should eat more of these often rather than eating a lot of rice so I would get thinner. This can be my diet instrument! Wait, why am I talking about diet while in the middle of a tummy ache crisis? Oh how I wish this nightmare would end now! So I guess I should rest more now, or should I? Maybe I should just play Garena and Warcraft Frozen Throne to relax myself a bit and as you noticed my blog title is "Wicked Sick!" well you can find that in this game called DOTA in Frozen Throne. So yeah, I should do that. I can use the laptop without getting dizzy because I am now lying down on layers of pillows so I can put my head up and the laptop is just on my lap. I'm feeling very comfy right now. So, bye for now. It's game time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-6990061889836709544?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/6990061889836709544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/05/wicked-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/6990061889836709544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/6990061889836709544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/05/wicked-sick.html' title='Wicked Sick!'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-8541126822312571046</id><published>2009-05-03T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:10:09.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Guest For Three Days.</title><content type='html'>This blog is kind of late. Sorry about that. It's just that I cannot post this blog until I post the pictures in Multiply but unfortunately the Multiply Auto Uploader was having glitches so I posponed the uploads. Now that it's fixed, I guess it's time to post this blog. Okay, well, it's been quite a while now since I posted my last post. Nothing special has been happening around me after that but now I have something to blog about again, nice. So okay, we Dagupeños know that the Bangus Festival 2009 was celebrated on April 15 to May 1. My brother, Keith, has a college friend named Kriselle but almost everyone call her Kring and she's from Manila. My brother invited her to go to the Bangus Festival Kalutan which was held on April 30 but unfortunately my brother still has his duty in the hospital because it's required in his course, nursing. So they didn't get the chance to go to the Kalutan, oh too bad. They got here on May 1 and will stay here til May 3. So I'm going to share to you my dear blog reader the interesting things we did with our guest for the weekend, Kring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 - The Arrival&lt;br /&gt;-My brother and Kring got here in about 11 in the morning so we headed to Matutina's to eat lunch, but as we all know, Matutina's is located in Tondaligan and the Pista'y Dayat is celebrated at Tondaligan Beach so it's so crowded there and there's no parking space left for us so we just headed to Pedritos and ate lunch there.&lt;br /&gt;-We headed to CSI City Mall. We window shopped. Ha-ha! Yes, window shopped. We also bought halo halo in Goldilocks and I bought a mango shake from the "Thirsty?" stall. There are tables and chairs right infront of that stall so we stayed there because it's so boring in CSI compared to the malls in Manila. We all know that. So, Kring and my brother, Keith went to McDonalds to buy ice cream and left me, my sister, and my mom for a while. My mom was looking at the girl in the "Thirsty?" stall while the girl was slicing the watermelon to make a watermelon shake then to my surprise, she was laughing so hard! So hard! So I asked her, what are you laughing at? Then she told me, "Yung babaeng naghihiwa nung watermelon, yung buhok ng kilikili niya sobrang haba tapos sobrang itim! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" Then I replied, "Oh? Patingin nga." because I was sitting on the opposite side from that girl, so I seated beside my mom to see that thing, and I ended up laughing too! Wondering what happened to my sister? She's just playing with Kring's cellphone. Soon, Kring and Keith were back with us and my mom stopped laughing. Then I told my brother, "Ahia, ang bastos ni mama!" with a smile. Then Keith asked why then my mother was laughing so hard like a crazy freak again and started crying because of too much happiness or well known as tears of joy. Mom tried to tell Keith why she's laughing but she can't because everytime she says "kasi" she starts laughing so hard again! It was embarassing because her laugh is so noisy and it's like a witch's evil laugh! Kring and Keith started laughing at her. Ha-ha! Of course I was laughing with them! Then my mom told my brother, "Tataas muna ako sa elevator baka mawala na sa isip ko to." She was away for a minute then when she came back, she was still laughing so hard! Then she said, "Ay, hinahanap ko yung elevator, wala palang elevator dito sa CSI! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" So yeah, my mom is crazy. Ha-ha. But she got over it. She stopped laughing. When we were just sitting there, there were men carrying huge bed foams for the CSI Furnitures store and my mom was surprised when she saw those beds. She said, "Ay! Pati mga kama nagliliparan na!" Then she started laughing again! Argh. Ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;-We went home. Finally. Then in my surprise, my brother's highschool classmates came. Gabby Chua, Wynmark Lim, Martin Keh, and Bernard Hufano.  They came to fetch them because there's some kind of gimik moments in their batch. I don't know, I didn't go with them. I just stayed home. It's safe here. Ha-ha. So now I know here I got my sense of corniness.&lt;br /&gt;-Kring and Keith came home. We let Kring sleep in a room all by herself. She approached us and she said she doesn't want to sleep alone, so I slept in her room to accompany her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - Food And Movie Marathon&lt;br /&gt;-It was a sunny day, the birds are chirping, the sun is shining, and breakfast was served downstairs. So we ate breakfast together, except for shobe and mama. We ate boneless Bangus, Sisig, and rice.&lt;br /&gt;-My brother Keith, Kring and I went to Dagupan to eat lunch and we ended up eating in Kebab Marley. We ordered all kinds of Keema available there. Bangus Keema, Chicken Keema, and Beef Keema. We were so full! Yes, "SIMOT!".&lt;br /&gt;-After eating lunch, we went to CSI City Mall again. It's the only almost normal mall here in Dagupan City. We were bored so we planned on watching Xmen Origins: Wolvorine and Fast And Furious in one day. So we did, but when we came to the ticket booth, we saw the schedule, the Xmen will be screening at three in the afternoon and that time it was like one thirty in the afternoon. So we went to the "Thirsty?" stall again and bought Buko and Mango shakes. My brother bought pancit at Gloria Maris so we just hanged out there for a while. Time wasn't passing by. We were already bored. So we just went to Carafe.Net to use the internet for a while. Then finally, we went to the cinema and watched Xmen. After that movie, we transfered to Fast And Furious. The movie also just finished so they just play music there until the movie starts. They were playing old songs, OLD songs that were remixed! Ha-ha. We were laughing so hard. Then the trailers started. One of the trailers shown there is Star Trek. After the title of the movie Star Trek was shown, the person infront of us told his seatmate, "Ay, Star Wars." We bursted out of laughter! Star Trek and Star Wars differ so much! Trek - Wars. Ha-ha. And yeah, my brother treated us pop corn and drinks.&lt;br /&gt;-We went to WoF (Worlds of Fun) and we found ahia's classmates, Gabby, Martin, and Wynmark there. They'll eat out again and didn't let me come so hinatid na lang muna ako sa bahay then they went to eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;-I was at home with mama and shobe, playing GG. Wee.&lt;br /&gt;-They got home. I took my camera out and took candid shots of my brother. We just ended up having a sort of a photoshoot thing. I just took pictures of my brother because he's vain! Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;-OF COURSE. SLEEP. I slept like a baby. I always do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 - Farewell Adventure&lt;br /&gt;-This is the last day of us having Kring here. We ate hot dog and scrambled egg of breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;-Kring was going to be fetched by her mom and her little brother, and they came earlier than expected so everyone rushed and prepared.&lt;br /&gt;-We ahia, mama, shobe, Kring, her brother and mother, went to Alaminos to visit Hundred Islands. On our way there, in some part of Sual, there was this man with no shirt on and only has his shorts on, he was scratching his watchamadoodles infront of the cars that are passing by that road! Weird but funny! Ha-ha. So as we arrived at Hundred Islands, we went boating to different islands. The first island we went to is called the Governor Island where you can find the Pinoy Big Brother replica which you can't call a replica because it's not even close to the structure of the PBB house in Quezon City! Jeez. Then we went up to a very very very very long stairway leading who knows where. So we just climbed up and found only a tiny view deck. We were so exhausted with all the climbing and we were all sweaty and we immediately bought ice cream because the sun is making us feel hotter! Hotter I mean the other hotter not the "I'm hot." thing. Uhm you get my point.&lt;br /&gt;-There's no restaurant there and it was already twelve in the afternoon. We don't want to eat in the nearest popular fast food chains for example McDonalds because it's just too common. We ended up eating in Matutina's which is a two hour drive from Alaminos to Bonuan. We arrived there by two and we ordered Sizzling Bangus Sisig, Sinigang Na Hipon, Pork Barbecue, Sizzling Gambas, And Inihaw Na Bangus. Of course we ordered rice. As we were waiting for our food, there was a television there screening the Pacman-Hatton fight. We watched it then our food came but the fight wasn't over yet sowe continued to watch and did not mind our hungry tummies. In our surprise, Hatton was already knocked out in round 2. ROUND TWO! Yuck. Go Pacman! Then we ate lunch and we were all full.&lt;br /&gt;-Time for them to go back to Manila with my brother. We said our goodbye's and hope to see them again soon. They went on to their trip and we went home to our home sweet home, mama, shobe, and I.&lt;br /&gt;-As we returned home, I told my mom that I want to learn how to drive so we trade places. I'm the driver and she's the passenger. But of course, I wasn't driving at the road I was just driving inside Unique Lumber. I got the hang of it but I'm still having problems when starting in gear one. But I'm fine when I reach gear two. I'll learn how to drive better soon! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about everything. It was fun having someone new around here for a couple of days. Hope I could hang out with Kring again soon! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos can be found &lt;a href="http://kitkat037.multiply.com/photos/album/68/Our_Guest_For_Three_Days."&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-8541126822312571046?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/8541126822312571046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-guest-for-three-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/8541126822312571046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/8541126822312571046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-guest-for-three-days.html' title='Our Guest For Three Days.'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-8316511004098529626</id><published>2009-04-26T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T05:39:39.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pssssst, T2...</title><content type='html'>So like, I'm alone here in the house since after eating a take home burger steak from Jollibee with my mom and sister during lunch time. They went to Urdaneta City to visit some of our relatives but yeah, as usual, I didn't come with them because I'm too lazy to leave not unless there's a pile of incredibly delicious food waiting there for me. Yeah, obviously I'm kind of hungry. You know why? Because I don't have food! Ha-ha. My mom only cooked rice for me before she and my sister went there. So yeah, I'm alone with nothing to eat except the rice of course. Hey wait, I know what's going on, is this some kind of a test? So that I'll learn to be independent and cook food for myself to survive in college? Unfortunately, I only know how to cook instant noodles. Hahahahaha! Seriously. Well, I can cook hot dog but I'm scared of the exploding cooking oil so I'll eventually go two meters away from the frying pan. No one's around here but me right now. So that means I'm the one who's going to wash the dishes too! Hmm, so I got a lot to do now. Hey, I'm also afraid of being alone at night! Hahaha. Yup, I'm scared because someone or something might say "Psssst, T2." at me while I'm eating alone! I know I'm corny but seriously, I feel like there's always a bad presence when I'm alone in the house at night. It feels different knowing my mom and sister is just at the other room one room away from mine and knowing the light of the other rooms are turned off except mine and imagine passing the hallway seeing dark rooms and thinking there might be ghosts in there. Sheesh, me again with my wild imaginations. But seriously, I get nervous when I'm alone so, HELP! :| Good thing I have my best friend here, my laptop and internet! Well, hopefully it doesn't brown out because if it did, I'm going to freak out like crazy in here! But wait! while I'm typing this now, someone rang the doorbell, and it's kuya Tisoy! Our guard here in Unique Lumber compound and he gave me a huge plate of  spaghetti! I think achi Angie gave it. Ha-ha. Hmm, well time to chow! See you later aligator! I'm going to enjoy my dinner! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-8316511004098529626?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/8316511004098529626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/04/pssssst-t2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/8316511004098529626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/8316511004098529626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/04/pssssst-t2.html' title='Pssssst, T2...'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-5369062314934608056</id><published>2009-04-24T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T04:13:59.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Math Summer Classes, 50% Terminated!</title><content type='html'>Woo. Finally. It's all over. The nightmare is all over! Free at last! Okay, as you read my first weird words, you might be thinking what the hell am I talking about, so yeah, I am talking about my weekday morning math summer class with Mam Bugarin, the teacher of doom. I was so happy yesterday when she told me, "Sige bilisan mo na para last day mo na bukas." And as she left me with those words, I felt so excited not having to see her every weekdays! So yeah, today was the last day and as usual, she let me answer some math excersises and then after I finished answering them, she took my notebook and checked if the answers are accurate. Then she glanced at me for a while and then faced my notebook again, these were her final words, "Oh marunong ka na ah, pwede ka nang lumayas." Wow, my smile almost reached my ears when I heard those! Well yeah of course my mouth didn't reach my ears literally, uhm you get the point. Yeah, I'm so delighted! I'm finally free! Well, almost. I still have advance math classes at Kinder Creche Co. because achi Irene Tan wanted me and Gianelli Tan to study math this summer so we could get good grades during our 3rd year. But the whole idea is fine with me, besides, Mam Bugarin ain't the teacher. LOL. So... Finally they'll release my card 'cause I have already completed this summer class. I can't wait to see it! I can't wait to see the grade marked with a red sign pen. You know how I feel right now? It's like i'm a caterpillar inside a cocoon for a long time and now breaked out of my cocoon and became a butterfly, a Mam Bugarin free butterfly! Oh yeah. Well, my classes in Kinder Creche will be scheduled in the afternoon unlike Mam Bugarin's summer class schedule, nine o'clock in the morning! So my mom has to wake me up so that I won't be late, and that always irritates me 'cause I lack sleep and I feel so abused! Wahaha. Harsh term eh? Sorry but that's the first word that popped into my mind. Ha-ha. So... I am so tired of math. This is such a boring summer. Everyday, all I think of is math, math, math, and yeah, effing math. Well it's good I still have spare weekends to relax and enjoy my summer using the computer and eating junk that'll make me look like a huge balloon waiting to be popped, well, I sure hope not. A nice piece of advice coming out from me: If you're math teacher is Mam Bugarin, laziness is a BIG no no! So for the unexperienced students of Pangasinan Universal Institute, PLEASE, take this advice and you'll be summer free for the rest of your highschool! But yeah, for her subject only. It depends on you if you're lazy in other subjects and depends on the teacher so try to know your teachers well so you'll get those amazing techniques on how to please them. Once you got 'em, I'm a hundred percent sure you'll be a successful student, or not. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-5369062314934608056?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/5369062314934608056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/04/math-summer-classes-50-terminated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/5369062314934608056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/5369062314934608056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/04/math-summer-classes-50-terminated.html' title='Math Summer Classes, 50% Terminated!'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-5220414809499422508</id><published>2009-04-21T08:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:02:45.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Save The Drama!</title><content type='html'>Like, OH MY GOSH! I was internet free the whole day! Note: April 21, 2009. I just realized that I can't last a day without internet! If ever, I'd be like, sitting on the corner looking emo because of boredom. Yeah, the whole day there was no connection. I even tried turning the modem on and off and same goes to my laptop, but nothing seems to work. So, I was all dramatic today and blaming my sister of what happened. Ha-ha. I'm so bad. Yeah, I just watched movies today, the ones I have finished downloading that I haven't watched yet and I also watched movies that I have already watched before. Blame the internet! God, it almost killed me. Well, I'm using Windows Vista and when you see a blue circle on the two computers on the icon on the taskbar located at the bottom right of the screen, it means you have internet connection. Gosh, when I saw that circle thing replace the red X thing, I jumped for joy! I mean, shit I'm back! I love the internet so much! I can't last a day without it! I love you, I love you, I love you! Well, I think the reason for this disconnection for the whole day is because the server is down. USATV. Other USATV users told me they were down for the whole day too! Well, screw you USATV for giving me a 50/50 life! Ha-ha. Exagerated much! Sorry but, I'm just like, so happy I'm back online. So there you have it. I immediately made a blog about this one because I am so happy right now! Sorry for the wrong grammars 'cause I have no time to double check 'em 'cause I am so excited to surf the net! So, good bye! This was like, the worst tragedy I ever had since I was born into this world! Yehes! I HAVE INTERNET &gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-5220414809499422508?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/5220414809499422508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/04/save-drama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/5220414809499422508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/5220414809499422508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/04/save-drama.html' title='Save The Drama!'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-5717421331152683388</id><published>2009-04-19T10:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T06:50:54.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I-N-S-O-M-N-I-A &gt;:|</title><content type='html'>A quick shout out: April 19, 2009 - Happy Birthday to Kim Lim! Jolina Kimberly Kho Lim! I miss you so much! :-) April 20, 2009 - Happy Birthday to Karen Dulay! My cousin. My very very VERY studious cousin. Stay pretty and God bless you. :-) So yeah, it's already like, two in the morning and I'm still wide awake. This always happens to me, and I have no idea why. So why the hell do I have this "INSOMNIA"? Which reminds me of my background music here in Blogspot. It totally fits me. Ha-ha. Feels like insomnia oohhh.... Ehem, okay back to the main topic. Yes, this often happens to me. It's either I sleep three in the morning or sometimes I don't get to sleep at all. You know? This totally sucks if you think it's cool 'cause you'll have this weird and dizzy feeling when you wake up in the morning and when you stand up, you don't see a thing but white, pure white. It's like you've been drunk last night and waking up having a hang over. It really sucks! Man, I wish I could sleep normally like normal kids do. They sleep nine in the evening and then wake up at seven in the morning. While I sleep three in the morning then wake up eleven in the morning! I even tried waking up one in the afternoon! I tried sleeping early, I really tried, but it's no use! So I just end up using the computer and use it for hours until the morning sun rises. I remember one day when I woke up, I ate my breakfast and vomitted it right on the spot! That's how dizzy I could get. Damn, I hate having insomnia. I wish there was a medicine for this or something. Do I need a therapy? Or I just need to discipline myself by changing my daily routine. I think, maybe I should cut my time using the computer and doing more of those physical activities like exercising or something. And yeah before I forget, Insomnia brings you panda eyes! Yes, panda eyes. Humongous eye bags! That sucks. Doesn't look cool. When you take pictures of yourself, you can't seem to find a perfect shot because your eye bags are bigger than your head! Sorry for exagerating but that's what I really want to imply. I need help. I need sleep. After ranting about my insomnia crisis, maybe I should go to sleep now. It's actually getting late, uhm I mean, super late! The clock is ticking! So, good night then, uhm I mean, good morning. Time to catch some Z's! Zzzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-5717421331152683388?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/5717421331152683388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-n-s-o-m-n-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/5717421331152683388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/5717421331152683388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-n-s-o-m-n-i.html' title='I-N-S-O-M-N-I-A &amp;gt;:|'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-2043454559169885899</id><published>2009-04-14T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:25:15.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OVERHAULED!</title><content type='html'>Holy week was just celebrated last week and people now are starting to comment on people like, askin' how their holy week was. "Hey, how's your holy week?" was the most common question amongst people nowadays. I won't bore you with my holy week experience but I might as well share what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay, holy week this year was on April 6 to April 11, which was the date of the Youth Summer Camp at PBTS every year. So, the whole week I was stuck at Baguio City for this camp. I want to go to camp but unfortunately our family reunion, the "Ang-Kaw" reunion, was also celebrated during the holy week! So, I thought about it a lot, wether I'd go to Baguio City or to go to the family reunion which is in Caliraya Lake, Laguna, Tagaytay, Shangri-La West Ave., Thunderbird Resort, Poro Point, San Fernando, La Union, Hidden Rock Resort. But of course, God made a way. I have decided to go to camp because I wanted to see my old friends and new friends there, and of course, learn and grow closer to God. So there, I went to Baguio. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the part where I blab about what I did in camp. You know what? I did a lot of things. Ha-ha. So I probably won't list them all down here because that's just gonna bore you to death. Let's see, uhm I'll just share to you some of my unforgettable moments in this year's camp entitled, "OVERHAULED".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-First off, I was so excited when we were about to leave Dagupan City to head to Baguio. There we went up the bus 11am in the morning. I was seated beside Chrystadel, which was a very crazy girl, like me of course. She brought a lot of food. Piles of 'em! So on our way to Baguio, we ate and laughed, ate and laughed, SLEPT? and then yeah, you guessed it, ate and laughed once again. Hey did I mention that she's only part time in camp. She's gonna leave by Wednesday because her family will go to Hong Kong. So okay, YEHEY! We have arrived at PBTS. First we saw the Baguio people already there, of course, they live in Baguio. How can they be late? Ha-ha. We signed in, recieved our ID's and booklets, got our assigned rooms in the dorm, and hanged around a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My roomie. LEAH CHANG. Thank you so much for being so patient with me because I kept on texting and texting every night and I know, the sound of my keypad is killing you while you're reading your book! And of course, the time when I ACCIDENTALLY locked our room with our key inside. How stupid. We had to stay up all night to find a room to sleep in. Eventually, Leah slept in Maryen and Joyce's room and I had to sleep with a lot of Dagupan people! Ha-ha. And we didn't take a bath early. 7:30am was the breakfast time but 8:00am is when we get the room key's duplicate. So we had to eat breakfast without taking our baths. Good thing no one noticed how smelly we already are. Ha-ha. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The ice cream marathon! Yes, every night before we sleep we would buy 2 gallons of ice cream, exclusively for the Dagupan people. We bought a lot of spoons and we just scooped right in the gallon. Wala naman sa amin mga LC [Laway Concious].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yellow Cab. YES. There are a lot of free Yellow Cab pizza's on Friday night! By the way, thanks to Ricca for the pepperoni slice from your pizza and to Amen who gave me, I don't know, 5 slices of pizza? Which of course I didn't eat by myself. I shared it. Ha-ha. Diet mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Altar Call. A lot of people cried that night. Including me. We were just so happy because we know, God was always there for us no matter what happens, good or bad. I love God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mr. &amp;amp; Ms. Youth Camp. Yehes! I'm the representative of Dagupan City for the Ms. Youth Camp and Mon was the Mr. Youth Camp. Well, unfortunately, I screwed up in the Q&amp;amp;A portion. The question was, "What is the essence of being a woman?". I didn't know what the hell was essence. So I just answered, "BUHOK" with a smile. :)) How stupid. Congratulations to ahia Leigh and achi Beverly! As a trophy, they received a gigantic spoon and fork. Better luck next time Anthony Yang! You'll get that fork someday. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"PUSANG HILAW!" Expression ni achi Joyce! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Waking up three in the morning to be the first one to take a bath 'cause if I don't, the people would be queued in the bathroom! There's only one cubicle for bathing. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My "HI!!!!!!!" moments. Yes, Hi's with lots and lots of exclamation points with a matching hand wave. Hahaha. Every people that passes by, I greet them a HI!!!!! Ha-ha. Some people think I'm weird na nga eh. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Speaking of weird, I call Amen Chan weird, DAILY at camp when I see him. I don't know, I just want to. Ha-ha. Pero he's so not weird. He's fun to be with. Yeah I have mentioned that he gave me some slices of Yellow Cab pizza on the Friday night, thanks again. Ha-ha. Whenever we were together talking, Patricia whom I call Patrice? Ha-ha. Get's this "Kilig" feeling. She said that we looked cute together. Ha-ha. Hell no. AKO LANG YUNG CUTE NO! Peace Amen. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Umalis si Chrystadel ng afternoon on Wednesday. :(( Namiss namin siya, and the moment na makauwi siya sa bahay nila nung day na yun, tinawagan niya agad ako. Umiyak daw siya sa bahay nila. Namimiss daw niya kami. Aww. Well, I thank her for giving me her baon na food for camp. Ang dami kaya niyang dala! Yummeh! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hep Hep Hooray moments with Dagupan people PLUS Joyce and Hazel! With Carl as Pokwang and us as the players. Jesseca was the all time winner so she's called the HHQ or the Hep Hep Queen and Hazel as the Hep Hep Runner Up. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-PULBO FIGHTS of the Dagupan people!!! Super fun! Powder all over my face, and my hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Care Group. I was with Achi Debbie[Councilor], Kay, Nicole, Chrystadel, and Lissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Leigh, Jed, Ton-Ton, Justin, Ricca, Patricia, Amen, Jasper, Achi Debbie, Joyce, Hazel, Leah, Kay, Nicole, Ahia Mav, Ahia Johann, Wendl, Yanna, and a lot more, and of course, the Dagupan campers. Thank you guys for makin' this camp extra special! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aww. The departure moments. How sad. Good bye people! :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there you have it! Hey, wake up. Ha-ha. It wasn't that boring right? RIIIGHT?? So after a week with friends and with the presence of God, I missed my laptop. Haha. So the moment I got home, I checked my Friendster, Multiply, Plurk, Facebook, and blah blah. When I was viewing my Multiply, I saw some photos from the reunion from my cousins. Sabi ni achi Kaila, "ASAN KA BA KITKAT?" Well hey, I was in camp having fun while you're also having fun. Kahit na hindi ako nakasama sa reunion, at least nakasama ako sa camp! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got some photos from camp. To view 'em, &lt;a href="http://kitkat037.multiply.com/photos/album/65"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-2043454559169885899?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/2043454559169885899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/04/overhauled_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/2043454559169885899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/2043454559169885899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/04/overhauled_14.html' title='OVERHAULED!'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6014759042305927954.post-3513190360353162066</id><published>2009-04-13T01:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:30:20.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At The Beginning...</title><content type='html'>Tarah! I am now a certified blogger. Note: April 13, 2009. I just created my account here. Ha-ha. Did you know, that it took me for like, an hour to decide a domain name for my blog spot. I typed so much nonsenses. I even typed there, "pineapplecookie", "hugediapers", "chunkymonkey", "chocolatechipunderwear", "pollengrains", "creepyandweird", "pokerface", "zombieslayer", "tubigatlangis", "hannahmontanasucks", "sweetandspicy", "mp3player", "OMGWTFBBQ", "appledapple", "lemonmelon", and a lot more! After all of this crappyness, I just ended up with "kitiekatie". Wow right? Hahaha. After all those things, I just ended up having my name added with "-ie".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is my first blog. The blog that will change your lives. Kidd. I don't know. What's the big deal of having my first blog? It's just a blog. Ha-ha. What else would it do? By the way, &lt;a href="http://california-peach.blogspot.com/"&gt;Patricia Therese Siapno&lt;/a&gt;, thank you for inspiring me on creating an account here. A place where I can blab about anything I want when I want. This is our so called, "BLAB WORLD". Ha-ha. I know what was corny but please do bear with me. I'm already typing too much nonsense! I should stop. It's already burning your brains, I know, it's burning mine too. Haha. Sorry for all these grammatical errors. I'm not that good on grammar but i'm good in blabbing. Well, atleast you get the point eh? Ha-ha. And please, if you think i'm weird, don't even think about it, 'cause I am so not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i'm gonna post more blogs soon. I'll be posting about, well, I don't know, my wonderful experience in the Youth Summer Camp 2009 'cause I just got home from camp last Saturday. I'm too lazy, for now. Gosh, it's so hot here. I miss Baguio City, because there we have centralized airconditioning! Cold anytime, everywhere! So... goodbye yow. God Bless. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6014759042305927954-3513190360353162066?l=kitiekatie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/feeds/3513190360353162066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-first-blog-yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/3513190360353162066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6014759042305927954/posts/default/3513190360353162066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitiekatie.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-first-blog-yeah.html' title='At The Beginning...'/><author><name>KITKAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16498635911045775745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDSNaYGP89s/TF0zIU2GsaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EE-_BVx3tQc/S220/08072010027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
