<?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-7678713714229207364</id><updated>2012-01-30T13:49:46.085+08:00</updated><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='alphonsus'/><category term='anime/manga'/><category term='relatives'/><category term='updates'/><category term='photos'/><category term='today'/><category term='contentment'/><category term='emote'/><category term='I:U'/><category term='preparation for college'/><category term='travel'/><category term='online life'/><category term='current events'/><category term='teacher'/><category term='fandom'/><category term='calamity'/><category term='dismayed'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='myself'/><category term='celebration'/><category term='senior year'/><category term='review'/><category term='rant'/><category term='gala'/><category term='friends'/><category term='future'/><category term='contest'/><category term='exam'/><category term='meme'/><category term='angst'/><category term='reports'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='dyahe'/><category term='awesome'/><category term='random'/><category term='junior year'/><category term='unfinished'/><category term='games'/><category term='activities'/><category term='depression'/><category term='blog'/><category term='special occasion'/><category term='tantrums'/><category term='SSG'/><category term='conflict'/><category term='melancholia'/><category term='swimming'/><category term='HS'/><category term='house'/><category term='writing'/><category term='choir'/><title type='text'>♥ banat ni nene ;]</title><subtitle type='html'>No one knows me better than I do. :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-8861735008626844496</id><published>2010-01-01T12:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T12:49:46.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>MOVED</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://heylittlelady.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;"&gt;MOVED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;Yep. That's right.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;So, it's bye bye Blogger. Tsk.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-8861735008626844496?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/8861735008626844496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=8861735008626844496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/8861735008626844496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/8861735008626844496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2010/01/moved.html' title='MOVED'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-4209614543526287326</id><published>2009-12-21T16:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T03:15:24.763+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><title type='text'>Happy-Sad Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;December 19&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STC will gonna sing for the wedding mass today. And I am included with them. Yay! I haven't sung in a wedding mass before, and this is going to be my first. Yay! I've been really wanting to sing in a wedding mass since I got in a choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to sing a duet song with Kuya Paul. I played the song over and over again in YouTube to familiarize myself. I haven't really perfected the song yet. T___T But the song was really awesome. Yesterday, kuya Darwin said he fell in love with the song, and he's sure I'm gonna fall with it too. And I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm anxious because since day one, they've trusted me pretty much. I mean, they've been giving me "special part" in songs. I am not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; good, I know that. I am way to far from what I wanted to be in terms of singing. I don't know if I deserve their trust. And besides, I carry Glee Club's name with me. Pfft. Maybe I am just pressuring myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I'm anxious because... well, I'm just new and they've been really kind to me. Mikmik gives me compliments, as well as kuya Darwin. And... It's just bothersome because their aren't like that to other sopranos and altos. Urk. I can't really explain it. But do you get what I mean? I mean, I'm just afraid that I might unintentionally give them a bad impression about me, because I'm just new and I've been receiving compliments. Get that? I don't want them to have the intention that I am a "favorite". And I noticed that I didn't talk that much to the girls. I smile at them whenever my eyes catch theirs, but it was kuya Darwin, kuya Anton, kuya Paul, and Mikmik that I talk often. Gaah, I really find it hard communicating with other girls whose personality weren't same as mine, but I'm really trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I'm worried because I might be overwhelmed with them that I might set wrong priorities. Yesterday, I moved our Glee Club practice because of the wedding mass today. I'm afraid I might forget other things, especially the Glee Club. Of course Glee Club would and should always be my first priority when it comes to this, but I am overwhelmed by them. I am afraid my Gle Club members would think that I am neglecting them for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaah. I'm just too anxious, I know, that I'm making unnecessary worries. This things will pass too, I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Darwin said that we should be in the church by 2:30pm, but Mama wasn't around yet and Iverie won't have a companion at home. So I brought her with me in the church. While walking on our way to the church, kuya Darwin even texted me to ask where I am. Gah. I'm always late. ;___;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikmik wasn't able to attend the mass because he did some errand. Kuya Anton wasn't around. Kuya Paul was a bit late, though he was able to start the mass. Sayang nga e. I want to hear their trio of "Sa'yo Lamang".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't still quite get the tune of the song. There were still some notes I couldn't get, and I was a little off-tune. It was a bit okay when we sang it, but... it wasn't what I was expecting from myself. Again. I realized that my voice was really &lt;i&gt;matinis&lt;/i&gt;--or maybe it was just the way I'd sung it that time--that the words that came out from my mouth were a bit not understandable. But kuya Darwin said it was okay. Like always. He always said that after my every "special part" on songs, and I don't know if he's just kidding or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I decided to forgive myself. It wasn't awful naman. It was still okay, I was just lost at the end. And besides, I told myself that it is okay to commit mistakes during first times, and forgive yourself after that. Basta, next time would be better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed kuya Darwin piano sheets so I could xerox them and give them to Jas. Kuya Darwin said sa'kin daw muna since he won't be using it pa. I took Iverie home, then hurriedly went back to school. They were practicing. Sir Bau was there. He seemed not angry anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out at 5:30 to eat early dinner at chow3p. May mga pera, palibhasa kakakuha lang ng refund sa ESC. &gt;:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back, nagpractice ulit kami. Mangangaroling kami mamaya, so we practiced Christmas songs. Naglalandian kami ng Ablay and I climbed on his shoulder. Tsk, ang childish ko talaga. Suddenly, I saw Mr. de Grato coming and he looked at our direction, and I panicked so I hurriedly went down. Eto namang si Ablay, nakalimutan yatang nakasamapa ako sa kanya. Muntik nang sumalpok ang mukha ko sa keyboard! I was literally rolling on the floor with laughter. Haha. Nagagawa ng kaharutan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the church later on. I barely listen to the mass because Eday and I were talking. Adrian opened up a thing that he had told me months ago. We were even almost crying while he was talking, and I sympathized with him. It was the second time he told me about this stuff, and I still feel the same thing about it. I always pray for him about this. Haay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the mass, I texted Mama about the carolling. Di naman na siya nagreply, but I still went on. We walked our way to Elvinda. Dun kasi sila nangaroling last year, and they got pretty much money. While walking, Ayyah and I locked our arms with Eday, and we made an "arc" with our free arm. Of course, it hardly look like an arc because my arms were so short it barely curved above Eday's head. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got P500 from a house celebrating a party, and P300 on the house where they had the biggest amount last year. Haha. Then, we passed by Adrian's former adviser when he was in grade 6 kaya pinakain pa kami. Nakakahiya nga kasi pinakain na kami, bingyan pa kami ng P300 yata. All in all, we had PhP1, 476. We had P98 each. Fifteen kasi kami e. Malaki na rin ang nakuha namin. &gt;:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anung oras na. It was nearly twelve at nasa Elvinda pa kami. Grabe. I never been out with friends this late. Adrian was worried that we might be scolded by our parents. E gala naman ang lalaking 'yon, at pinapayagan naman siya sa kanila na late nang umuwi. So kanya-kanyang assign ng maghahatid sa iba, lalo na sa mga babae. Si Remo ang maghahatid sa'ming mga taga-bayan. Eday was even like a father; he was telling us to text him as soon as we get home, and explain nicely to our parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hinatid muna namin ni Remo si Jasmin, then si Mau. Then hinatid niya na ako sa'min. The TV was already off, and the door was shut. I opened the door with my key and Remo muttered a "Good evening po!" before leaving. It was exactly 12 o'clock. Grabe. I've never got home this late before. I went straight to bed, with the same clothes I wore throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;December 20&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon waking up, I saw Adrian sent a message to me. He said that he cannot sing in Landayan anymore because he is so busy. although I'm a bit sad, I didn't dare to bug him. We had "heart-to-heart" talk yesterday, and eversince I became a non-star, I've been quite shy to bug him much because he's so busy. So I told him I'll just tell it to the STC choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama didn't got angry when I went home last night, and I thought it was over. It wasn't. She was angry with me the whole day. As in, suuuuper. I just won't tell about it that much, because it's really awful. So I wasn't able to attend the supposedly practice in Landayan for the mass tomorrow, and I gad to endure all of those at our house. &gt;___&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;December 21&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early today for the 4am mass in Landayan. Kuya Anton said we should be there by 3am, so I woke up at 1am. It was sooo cold outside, and so dark, and a bit creepy. Last time I went to Landayan at this hour, I was with Eday. And now I'm going alone. I prayed upon boarding the tricycle, and waited for other passengers so I wouldn't be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we're gonna sing in the choir loft. But they were on the same spot we occupied last time. I gave the piano sheets to kuya Darwin and thanked him, and later on, he told us to go to the all-purpose hall upstairs for the vocalization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikmik came later on, and he practiced the Psalm. Kuya Darwin composed a new tune, so this one's new to my ears. And it has high notes too. And Mikmik was really awesome at it. *A* Lalaking-lalaki nga ang boses e, so I was joking with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Bishop Leo Drona who celebrated the mass. When Mikmik's turn in the Psalm came, everyone was quiet. Grabe talaga. I must be gaping at him the whole time. Suuuuper! *A* I was grinning whenever he looks at our direction, and I fought the urge to clap at the end. GRABE TALAGA! Hanga na naman ako. *A*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He received lost of compliments after mass. When we went at the convent to eat breakfast, everyone was praising him. There was even one old woman who said that his voice is so "mamang-mama" (manly) na. While on the line for food, I whispered to him. "Uuy, mamang-mama (so manly) ka na daw. Baka naman mamang-mama (mother). Haha." XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if Mikmik's real "identity" is known at their place. I mean, he acts the same way he acts in school. He has... "slash" friends. I don't know if he's really &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; already, but he and his family is popular in Landayan. They serve in Church. I think he coudl still be a real man in the future, though, but I'm not quite sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikmik showed as the... "sacristy" ba tawag dun. Bongga nga e. Handamehng pinto. Bwahaha. Kuya Darwin said that we'll go home together na lang, but we stayed at the Church muna. Joy, an alto (I think) in STC, took my number and I was glad because she seemed nice to me. Then, they (not only Mikmik, or kuya Anton, or kuya Paul only, but the others as well, even the girls) were inviting me to participate in the Christmas presentation (they're practicing and we're watching, btw), but I can't. Goodness, THEY'RE DANCING. And besides, Mama won't allow me to go to Landayan at Christmas eve. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hanep ah, inaampon niyo na yata ako dito sa parokya niyo." I joked. But they look nice. I man, they're so active in the Church, and they look really nice. The girls are starting to talk with me too, which is good. And I'm starting to chat with people, and gain new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think it's good. I really like it in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked kuya Darwin what time we're going to go home, and he invited me home na. We bid goodbye with a warm smile on my lips, because I feel comfortable with them already. Sa jeep kami sumakay ni kuya Darwin, so we have to walk on our way. I brought his piano sheets because he had his keyboard with him. We talked about random stuffs. Kuya Darwin was polite and nice, and I find it quite difficult to communicate with those kind of people. I mean, snay ako ng nakikipag-asaran at okrayan e. But we both give efforts to open a conversation everytime we have a chance to, though I was a bit "ilang" with him. Konti lang naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home, and I was happy. Because I'm beginning to gain new friends, while at the same time, serving Him with the way I love: singing. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-4209614543526287326?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/4209614543526287326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=4209614543526287326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/4209614543526287326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/4209614543526287326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-sad-things.html' title='Happy-Sad Things'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-989880742312061220</id><published>2009-12-19T06:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T11:52:09.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alphonsus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><title type='text'>Because Christmas is just a few days away</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;December 16&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikmik invited me to sing in their Parish for the Simbang Gabi. Mass will start at 4am but they said that I should be in Landayan at 2:45am because I have to practice my solo, which I haven't perfected yet. But since Eday would be coming with me (because my Mom didn't allow me to travel to Landayan at that wee hour alone), I told them that we would be there at around 3am. Adrian's busy at school, and I didn't want to disturb him that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 1am, 30 minutes earlier than my alarm. I was texting Eday but I didn't received a single reply. I was even calling him, but he didn't answer his phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to their house (which is just a few steps away from ours). Their door was still closed. I went inside their compound, and while the dogs were barking at me, I called for him. It was his grandma (I think), who opened the door. I asked her if Adrian was already awake, and then he called Eday and woke him up. Ayun, tulog pa pala siya. He went to the door and muttered a surprised and apologetic, "Ibyang!" with his hair still ruffled. I told him to take a bath already and I'll just wait outside their compound. It was about after 15-20 minutes when he went out and we strode to the tricycle terminal. We were the only passengers and I have to pay 35 pesos. Ako muna yung nagbayad para mapabilis kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked for the STC (St. Tarcisius' choir; Mikmik's choir). We're not going to sing at the choir loft, sa baba daw kami. They were in front, at the corner. There were seats reserved for us. JanJan was there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Paul was the one who sang the Psalm. So, I sang Simeon's Canticle at the Communion. My solo wasn't... that that I've expected. I mean, it's okay naman, but not what I was expecting from myself. I admit I was a bit disappointed. Naku, kasi e, it was so cold because it was just dawn, plus the aircon inside the church was open, and add the big electric fan which was turned to our direction. So I was sucking all the air and mouth was getting dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I know I shouldn't be blaming other things. Okay na din naman yung kanta. I just promised myself that I'm going to sing it better the next I have the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate breakfast at the convent. Kuya Darwin was telling that next time, he wants a girl to sing the Psalm, and then, he's looking at me. I cast my eyes down. The heck. I don't like to sing the Psalm. Not until I am good enough to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode a tricycle back to school. Maye's mother payed our fare. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang aga ko tuloy pumasok ngayon. Exam was okay. Math was a bit &lt;i&gt;easy&lt;/i&gt; (haha. yabang!), through I was a bit confused at the last part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;December 17&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of classes for 2009. We didn't have a Christmas party. Because we're in a Catholic school, we're expected to be one of our brothers who had been affected by the typhoons. So Advent Mass lang ngayon, and other sections will just have simple party. Kami, wala. We're the only section in fourth year who wouldn't even have a simple Christmas party. Blame our &lt;i&gt;ugh&lt;/i&gt; adviser. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at around 1am again and made our thesis for only about less than two hours. It wasn't still complete though. I attended the second Simbang Gabi with Louis. We saw Cha after mass. It was only 5:30 when the mass ended. We waited at the gate of Liceo, which wasn't still opened. Later, Kuya Guard let us in. Naawa yata sa'min. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate puto bumbong at plaza. I don't usually eat puto bumbong, unless someone invited me to. The first time I can remember that I ate it was last year, after the Simbang Gabi where we were the choir. It happened to be Eday's birthday too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realized now that I tasted good. Yum yum! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home for a while to get my reindeer headband (which I got from Koleen). The six of us were supposed to wear that today, but Koleen wouldn't go to school today, kaya wala din. But I took it, still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louis and I, together with Alexa, waited for Jette and Steni at the gate. Alexa wore my reindeer headband. Haha. We waited for them for about an hour; it was almost 7am when they came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still trying to finish the thesis. Dammit, our English teacher didn't even teach us how to do it. I bet other teachers would be laughing at us when they saw the theses our class made, because we just "invented" our own way to do it. DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Lea's classroom because she said she will give something from me. A Christmas gift! Yay! And guess what was it? A shirt! A &lt;b&gt;yellow&lt;/b&gt; shirt (in case you didn't know yet, I hate the color yellow). She said she gave a red shorts to Adrian too (Adrian has "phobia" in red clothes, that's why he doesn't wear them). Naunahan niya nga ako e. I was planning to give him a red shirt on his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even it was yellow, I really appreciate Lea's gift. Really. I think I'll wear it when I went to Eday's new house at Langgam on his birthday because I was planning to surprise him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes, I received a message from Eday telling that they were in the church already. Dalawa pala ang misa. So Ayyah and I hurriedly went to church. Good thing it wasn't starting yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Ayyah to correct our thesis. I was planning to ask Mr. Luna to be our thesis adviser. I just can't approach him because he's really... intimidating. He seemed to held his head high whenever he walks. Pero kalog naman siya pag kami-kami. Kaso nahihiya talaga ako e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had two masses. Arbu and I were the only one who sang the new recessional song because the others didn't know it, but I taught it to them so we all sang at the second mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the mass, Sir Bautista indirectly scolded me about the Simbang Gabi. I agreed to Ate Beth that we will sing for the December 23 4am dawn mass kasi. Mr. Bau's voice was stern and I had to fight back the tears. Kasi, ayaw din siguro niyang tumugtog sa'min. I can notice it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went down after that and I talked to my members. JanJan, Sir's son, who told me it was okay to sing at the Simbang Gabi, was now telling me to cancel it. Of course I couldn't cancel it, because I've already agreed on it. On the other hand, before I agree on it, I asked them if they could come and they said yes. Tapos ngayon sinasabi nilang ipa-cancel na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm close to tears. But at the back of my mind, I told myself that I wouldn't cancel it. Paninindigan ko to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to them as calmly as possible, and the tears just rolled down. I told them that we're not merely singers, but we serve to. That's our purpose in being a choir right? To serve Him through our voices. And as the president of the Glee Club, I wanted us to participate in the Church. I was always being scolded by the Music Ministry President during meetings because we barely participate in Church activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The former presidents had always been doing what Sir Bau says. I mean, the choir hardly changed since first year. We remained the way we were. And as this school year's president, I wanted to be the change. No kidding. I may sound corny, but I told them that. I've been trying to do changes. I'm trying to teach new songs, and attend meetings even I always got scolded. Because I wanted to do and leave something good to the Glee Club before I graduate. Before I leave. I don't want to be a president who just follow what our coordinator says; I wanted to take the initiative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them that if they joined this club to earn extra-curricular grades, I'm not. I joined because I wanted to serve the Church. I wanted to serve Him. I told them that it's just one sacrifice we can do to him. To wake up early to sing for Him, no matter how far our houses were, or even there won't be public vehicles at that hour. If He sacrificed for us, why can't we? Birthday gift man lang namin sa Kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said all of it. I know I'm being corny, but I also know that what I'm saying is true. I know I may sound like a preaching priest, or a political candidate asking for votes, but I'm just saying what I feel. Gladly, they seemed to be... &lt;i&gt;moved&lt;/i&gt;. Haha. I smiled at my corniness, and ask them who can come. The number grew, and we went down. And I was happy. I hope they'll really attend the dawn mass at December 23. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uwian na pagkabalik ko sa school. Well, yung section lang namin, kasi wala naman kaming party. Karen gave me a gift and I warmly thanked her. It was a coin purse. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Gregory's room and told Mikmik that I could probably come tomorrow for the mass. Mr. Luna told me that there is a mass for the APTA at 3pm later. He seemed approachable so I asked him if he could be our thesis adviser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Naku, ang dami ko nang hawak." He told me. I pouted a little. "Pero bigay mo na lang sa'kin mamaya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beamed and told him I'll just put it in his table later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine was inviting me to go with them at Festi, but I told them I can't. Magco-choir pa kami mamaya e. So I went home and slept and did our thesis. When I got back to school, magsisimula na ang mass. Puro Basil nga lang e, who just came from their "shooting" for their Arts project. Walang Peter, nasa party. Sabi nila makaka-attend sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-stay pa ako sa school after mass because I need to get Koleen's USB from Mrs. Cacao, and have my TLE project checked. I placed our thesis at Mr. Luna's table. Kulang pa nga yun kasi wala yung history ng Liceo. Wala, revised din yun. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basil was making their advertisement. Ang kulit nga e. We didn't ate after mass dahil nga sa advertisement nila, but Ayyah's mother brought food for us. I even talked to her mom and asked her to allow Ayyah to sing on 23. She agreed, and Ayyah was so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home after I got Koleen's USB and had my project checked, and greeted the teachers a merry Christmas. Hay, next year ko na ulit sila makikita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;December 18&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, I wasn't able to wake up for the Simbang Gabi. 6am na ko nagising. Wala na, di ko na kumpleto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama allowed me to sing in Landayan for the 3pm mass. Hindi rin naman siguro counted sa "Simbang Gabi" kahit magsimba pa ako ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eday wasn't with me because they moved to Langgam today. I texted JanJan but I doubt if he received it. So after I got my ESC scholarship paper at the registrar, I went alone to Landayan. I was a bit early. Mikmik said that I'm gonna sing tomorrow for the wedding mass at 3pm in Bayan. Duet daw kami ni JanJan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that we're gonna have practice tomorrow in Glee Club at 3pm. But I wanted to sing for the wedding mass too. I haven't sing for a wedding before. So after contemplating about it, and consulted Arsie, I moved the practice to 4pm. Tutal 7pm pa naman ang mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Naku, bigay kayo ng bigay sa'kin ng mga kanta e." I mildly complained. Though I like it naman. I mean, I wanted to serve, and I like what I am doing, so it's okay. Kaso, syempre, baka kasi may masabi yung ibang mga members na babae. Okay naman sila Kuya Paul (their President), and Kuya Anton, but I wasn't that close with the girls (like always).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Darwin made me sing Simeon's Canticle at one part of the mass. I'm glad I was able to sing it well now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had practice for the wedding mass tomorrow. Di dumating si JanJan, so si kuya Paul yung kaduet ko. His voice is so good, so manly, pero... tagilid kasi yun e. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikmik, Kuya Anton, and Kuya Paul sang "Sa'yo Lamang". "Masterpiece" daw nila yun. Grabe. While they were singing, I was having goosebumps. They repeated the chorus for 8 times, and each time they repeat, kuya Darwin transpose the notes higher. GRAAABEEE talaga. I was close to tears. I mean, sa sobrang ganda ng pagkakakanta nila, kikilabutan ka talaga. Grabe, I was squeal. SUPEEEER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dark when we decided to go home. Sabay kaming umuwi ng Kuya Darwin and we talked about random things about the choir on our way. I bet Nicakim is dying to be in my place. &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;blink&gt;6 DAYS BEFORE CHRISTMAS!~ YAY&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;/blink&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/7678713714229207364-989880742312061220?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/989880742312061220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=989880742312061220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/989880742312061220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/989880742312061220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/12/because-christmas-is-just-few-days-away.html' title='Because Christmas is just a few days away'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-4838606980258356654</id><published>2009-12-17T19:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:02:35.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choir'/><title type='text'>I'll move. Really.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I'll be moving to Wordpress. Really. This is my final decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;...I think.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, Mama scolded me again (there is nothing new since this always happen). Whenever she scold me about being so busy I can barely help at home (which is true), she always include that, &lt;i&gt;"Buti pa yung blog mo naa-update mo. Blah. Blah. Blah."&lt;/i&gt; She said that again the last time she scolded me again. And she mentioned my blog again. And then... she said something about the things I posted in blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means only one thing: She's actually reading &lt;b&gt;THIS&lt;/b&gt; blog. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may wonder why I am making such fuzz about this matter. Gawsh, I don't want my mom to know stuffs like this. I guess you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this night, I learned about Ariane's new blog, and saw her awesome layout. I visited other blogs too. And seeing those customizable layouts... made me have second thoughts again. DX I was really resolved to move to Wordpress, until tonight. Gawd. I am really tempted to stay in Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I need to move to Wordpress. I &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; move to Wordpress. You see, I'm craving for little privacy lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Maybe I'll try using Wordpress first, and if I'm not happy with it, I'll go back to Blogger again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;I don't know who am I convincing with this post, the readers or myself? Hahaha. LOL.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-4838606980258356654?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/4838606980258356654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=4838606980258356654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/4838606980258356654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/4838606980258356654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/12/ill-move-really.html' title='I&apos;ll move. Really.'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-1089634734137252776</id><published>2009-12-11T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T23:27:15.458+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><title type='text'>Me ish feeling awesome</title><content type='html'>I sang in Sto. Sepulcro Church in Landayan today for the 3pm mass. Mikmik was inviting me a long time ago because they're lacking soprano due to the storms that passed the country. Inanod daw ng baha mga members nila. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found time to sing today. I really wanted to be a member of a real church-choir (since the Glee Club is just a school choir). Sabi ni Mik susunduin niya daw ako sa Kodak ng 2PM sharp, kaso nalate ako ng ilang minutes. We saw kuya Darwin and we rode a tricycle to Landayan. Yes, Mikmik payed my fare. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on the tricycle, nagkwentuhan kami ni Mik, mostly about Sir Luna. Tapos binaba lang halos namin yung keyboard na dala ni kuya Darwin sa bahay nila, then we went to the Church. Sosyal nga e, de aircon. We went up to the choirbox through the frightening spiral staircase. At bongga ang choirbox nila, ang laki! May mga pews pa. Wala lang, nabonggahan lang ako kasi di ganun yung choirbox sa bayan e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ako kumanta sa ibang kanta dahil hindi ko alam yun. Pero pag alam ko, sumasabay ako. Medyo naiilang pa akong lakasan yung boses ko kasi ang hina kumanta ng mga babae (halos 3 lang kami), sapaw nga ng mga boys. E baka sabihin naman nananapaw ako. Pero pinalapit pa ako ni Kuya Darwin sa mic e. Mikmik told me after mass na ganun daw talaga ang mga girls nila, nabulong, so okay lang na medyo lakasan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinad-merienda pa kami sa may kumbento after mass. Sosyal. Ganun daw talaga dun. Tapos nagpractice kami sa may multi-purpose hall sa third floor. Dumating na rin si Bau at tinanong ako tungkol sa Liceo night dahil nga dapat ampon din siya ng Basil. Nagkukwentuhan pa nga sila ni kuya Dar na dapat sila nanalo. Bah, pinagtanggol ko ang Basil ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santo at Balang araw yung pinractice namin. Galing nung boys nila. Pero nahihirapan talaga yung girls. I feel awesome because I received unspoken compliments from them. Pano daw kasi, dati, soprano ang nasasapawan ng boys, pero ngayon, sapaw na daw ng soprano. Dalawa lang kami e. Haha. Tapos umuwi pa yung isang soprano nung nagpapractice na ng Balang Araw, ako na lang. Super taas pa ng nota, buti nasa kondisyon ang boses ko at abot ko. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na-excite tuloy akong kumanta sa Simbang Gabi nila sa 16. Dapat umattend si Eday dahil sabi ni Mama, di niya daw ako papapuntahin kung hindi ako susunduin ni Eday. The heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time na yung post ko about sa birthday ko and Liceo night. Pagod na ko e.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-1089634734137252776?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/1089634734137252776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=1089634734137252776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/1089634734137252776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/1089634734137252776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/12/me-ish-feeling-awesome.html' title='Me ish feeling awesome'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-6902682906737586572</id><published>2009-12-07T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T04:58:41.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special occasion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>A Day Before</title><content type='html'>I was still anxious. I still didn't want to have my birthday yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I wasn't about the age matter. I'm kinda happy with me being sixteen and accepted it. I'm actually referring myself as a sixteen-year-old a month before this. Maybe I still don't want to be sixteen, being someone who want to be frozen to thirteen forever, but I'm kinda okay with it nao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visitors would be coming tomorrow. I invited many. I don't know if they could come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invited my classmates, then Stevenson, then Basil, and probably my choirmates in Peter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they would really ALL come... wala, sabog ang bahay namin. Our house is kinda small; they might not all fit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, baka di kasya yung handa. I want it to be last year in which the food for 40 people was all eaten by 14 visitors. Taob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, some of my non-star friends where naiilang because there would be people from other section, like Basil. Star and non-star visitors worked out last year, I hope it'll work out again this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am anxious that my sweet sixteenth birthday won't be as awesome as I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried about the important people, my close friends. Eday and Ablay would be going to PUP Sta. Mesa for their college application tomorrow, as well as Charlene and Kathy. Sabi nila, ta-try daw nila humabol. &lt;i&gt;Try.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos nag-iinarte pa si Jette at Jayson na hindi pupunta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos may practice ba Glee Club bukas. It's a good thing na walang pasok bukas. Sabi kasi meron daw. E feast day of Immaculate Conception e, day of obligation, dapat wala. And it would seem as an ordinary day kung meron..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was my dream few weeks ago. I dreamed that only Koleen, Cha, Julienne, and a guy I didn't remember came. I was trying to call Ayyah and Lea in the dream but the phone was broken. Then I remember Ayyah was out doing something.. and I woke up. &gt;________&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaay, I hope things will turn out well, and I'm just making unnecessary worries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-6902682906737586572?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/6902682906737586572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=6902682906737586572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/6902682906737586572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/6902682906737586572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-before.html' title='A Day Before'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-1472578992395356626</id><published>2009-12-06T10:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T16:53:22.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special occasion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;December 2, Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was annoyed with my classmates in the morning. I was sort of okay in the afternoon. We had our experiments for our Physics project. When we were starting to launch our water rockets, Mr. Suinan noticed that Dizon was playing. She demanded us to stop and we headed to our classroom. Wala kaming grade sa Physics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invited my friends over on Tuesday for the celebration. May pasok daw sa Tuesday. Day of obligation yun, dapat wala! Mou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Six days before the sixteenth year and I was anxious.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;December 3, Thursday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fine. Mrs. Suinan gave us a second chance for the water rocket. Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Five days before the sixteenth year.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;December 4, Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songfest finals. I was cheering for the Basil. I went back to school at 1pm to watch. Category B was the real match, especially between Basil and Peter. And cute nung kanta ng Basil: Isang Linggong Pag-ibig. Adrian was the conductor. They won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala kaming Physics. We were joking with Mrs. Suinan, who was Basil's adviser. Wala. Bangag ako ngayon. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Four days before the sixteenth year and I feel awesome. :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;December 5, Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go to Landayan so I could practice with Mikmik's choir. Kinukuha niya kasi akong kumanta sa kanila sa simbang gabi. I texted kuya Darwin, who was their choirmaster, about it. Di daw pala tuloy ng umaga, 1PM pa. E 1PM din yung practice namin sa Glee Club. Of course, Glee Club is my priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Arsie's birthday tomorrow, so she treated us in 7-eleven. I was texting with Iori-kun when I got home. Suddenly, there was some "unknown" texter who send me a message, saying he's Mr. X and he's my admirer. The heck. Nahalata ko na si Iori din yun. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Three days before the sixteenth year.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;December 6, Sunday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Arsie and Sir Payawal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Two days before the sixteenth year. Now wut?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-1472578992395356626?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/1472578992395356626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=1472578992395356626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/1472578992395356626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/1472578992395356626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/12/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-8352312186661853344</id><published>2009-12-01T22:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:30:22.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special occasion'/><title type='text'>December</title><content type='html'>First day of December!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is fast approaching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seven days to go before the sixteenth year! :D *shot*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-8352312186661853344?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/8352312186661853344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=8352312186661853344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/8352312186661853344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/8352312186661853344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/12/december.html' title='December'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-5677948714408945010</id><published>2009-11-29T18:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:04:55.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alphonsus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dismayed'/><title type='text'>Recollection Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, we had our recollection. I wore my lolita shoes and everyone's like wow-ing with it. Haha. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's recollection wasn't that awesome; there was no crying and stuffs unlike in the past year. I was wishing that Bro. Edo, our Junior Glee Club adviser who is now in Liceo de Calamba, to be the one to "talk" to us, but it was Bro. Baldemor instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were bored the whole day. As usual, the class was formed into "groups". There are six "groups" in our class, for me. Karen's group, Jorvina's, Eirish's, Cha's, the boys' group, and our group (which is me, Jette, Steni, Koleen, and Jayson).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we were bored and really getting sleepy, we did nonsense and stupid things. We barely listen to Bro. Baldemor. Haha. We're baaad. &gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only "highlight" to the recollection was the message for the classmates. And it turned out to be like an open forum. Nicakim and Ruiz cried. The kept irritation to one another was said. We lacked cooperation and unity, I noticed. In class activities, they just rely on somebody and won't exert effort. &lt;i&gt;Bahala na.&lt;/i&gt; We do things on the last minute. And we won't listen to each other. Mapuputol na lang ang litid mo kakasaway, pero walang mananahimik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, there was the "groupings". I told you our class was composed of groups. It is not really bad to have a group where you belong, but what's ugly with it is we don't mingle with the others. We stay on our group, and that's the root of lack of cooperation. Because we don't open up with the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our "group" was mentioned two times. We don't mingle with the others, they say. I don't know. For me, we talk and laugh with the others as well. Except for Eirish's and Jorvina's group, because... I don't feel like talking to them that much. They have... attitudes, and they're personalities don't fit mine. And you cannot force me to talk and mingle with the people whose personalities don't click with mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was not a single day in the class that no one bitched out with the other. Everyday's always a laughing day, but beneath it all, somebody would always say something bad with each other. I witness it. Even I do some bitching too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some people in the class that I sort of pity. There were some of my classmates that were always... hated and dislike and bullied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said sorry to each other afterwards. If I were to be asked, I would like a real open forum so things would be cleared up. I know there would still be bitches and jerks after this. I know it. It's not over. We'll just be back to our old selves again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the recollection, we had mass. I was the only choir in there since the first four section had their recollection last week. So I sang in solo. It was okay, except that I sang the offertory song instead the Kordero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;i&gt;"Bawat huni ng ibon, sa pagdampi--"&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Bro. Baldemor: *whispers*&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt; Kordero, kordero..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Me: *startled a bit *&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Kordero ng Diyos na nag-aalis.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I was grinning with myself while singing. But honestly, I didn't feel nervous or embarrassed. Just a little amused with myself. Yan ang nagagawa ng makapal ang mukha! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Main Building afterwards. I immediately looked for the Glee Club. I found them in the Music room and they were only a few of them. And there were only few of them. They just started practicing, and they only practiced one song. I was really irked. The Basil told me they couldn't attend the morning practice because they'll have to practice for Songfest. Bau said the Peter went to a birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went on singing some other unnecessary song. I was telling them we have enough time to learn the recessional song but they told me to just sing it next Saturday. Mr. Bautista wasn't around either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really, really annoyed. I was starting to have a long face. When we were about to go to the church, the others went on and I waited for Ayyah to but snacks. And I was telling her how annoyed I am. And then, stupid tears started to streak on my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so annoyed. I am so annoyed with the my classmates, with the choir, with my friends, with every people around me. I know it's stupid to be annoyed like that, but I can't help it. It seemed that I always give efforts, doing everything to do my best in everything, and yet people don't appreciate a thing. People rely on me, making me do all the work, but they get the credits afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am annoyed with my classmate because they don't cooperate. In activities, they share with my grades that &lt;b&gt;I've worked on&lt;/b&gt;. I couldn't just lie down because I want the best, but I couldn't get anything from these people. But in the end, when things turned out wrong, I get all the blame. I would hear hurtful things. I was the wrong one, the stupid one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am annoyed with the Glee Club because they seem to join the choir to be excused from class. Para magpasikat sa iba. But I couldn't feel that we're serving. They, or we (I would include myself here), attend the mass so they could be exempted from their household duties. But who are we serving in here? It is all for Him, for &lt;b&gt;HIM&lt;/b&gt;. But I bet he doesn't feel the love and the passion in our songs at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am annoyed with myself because I was too plain stupid. For doing all these. For not being able to be like them who just sit and let things the way there are. For giving and giving despite all the pain it cause me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really a recollection day. Because I realize how people treat me, how I treat myself. We're all bitches and jerks, I know, and those bitches and jerks continue to destroy each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-5677948714408945010?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/5677948714408945010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=5677948714408945010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/5677948714408945010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/5677948714408945010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/11/recollection-day.html' title='Recollection Day'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-6335142489110983117</id><published>2009-11-20T17:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:12:56.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fandom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><title type='text'>I Am In Love ♥</title><content type='html'>I am in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw "him" in Robinson's Department Store at Festival Mall last Sunday, November 15. I was bored and preoccupied by some nonsense things, when I saw &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;, and... and it was like... magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that instant that I saw &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;, I knew &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; is the one. I knew it. I could feel it. &lt;i&gt;He&lt;/i&gt; was the "man of my dreams", &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; was the one I am wishing and waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued to gaze at &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;, my eyes filled with awe and affection. I could've been drooling over &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;. I was squealing, and I knew I shouldn't let &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt; go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He&lt;/i&gt; was... perfect. Well, not entirely perfect. &lt;i&gt;He&lt;/i&gt; has some setbacks. But still, I love &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;. I could feel it. I knew &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; was the "one".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He&lt;/i&gt; will be mine. &lt;i&gt;He&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;should&lt;/b&gt; be mine. I was still looking at him intently &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt; when it's time to walk away, but I knew we were meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making a hasty decision that I won't regret, I made up my mind. I touched &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt; with reverence and affection, and immediately took &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt; home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay, it feels good to be in love. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SwvoxKtSv_I/AAAAAAAAAkE/4NOOSKHtoGw/s1600/IMG_0165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SwvoxKtSv_I/AAAAAAAAAkE/4NOOSKHtoGw/s400/IMG_0165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407671708973973490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SwvoxmARjLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qEFE7cMbqzM/s1600/IMG_0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SwvoxmARjLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qEFE7cMbqzM/s400/IMG_0166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407671716301343922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SwvoyP46RAI/AAAAAAAAAkU/k6Sn4Nn9ghU/s1600/IMG_0168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SwvoyP46RAI/AAAAAAAAAkU/k6Sn4Nn9ghU/s400/IMG_0168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407671727544747010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SwvoyZV1EhI/AAAAAAAAAkc/VBxv5WUjPTk/s1600/IMG_0170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SwvoyZV1EhI/AAAAAAAAAkc/VBxv5WUjPTk/s400/IMG_0170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407671730081960466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/Swvoy5t7i5I/AAAAAAAAAkk/HR1Ea4au6x4/s1600/IMG_0171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/Swvoy5t7i5I/AAAAAAAAAkk/HR1Ea4au6x4/s400/IMG_0171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407671738772982674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My new love. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-6335142489110983117?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/6335142489110983117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=6335142489110983117' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/6335142489110983117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/6335142489110983117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-in-love.html' title='I Am In Love ♥'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SwvoxKtSv_I/AAAAAAAAAkE/4NOOSKHtoGw/s72-c/IMG_0165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-1512384141123720855</id><published>2009-11-13T15:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T15:34:37.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>The Blog Dilemma</title><content type='html'>I told you I'm going to move to a new blog on 2010. I said that I would stick on Blogger. But now, I'm thinking about moving to Wordpress instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love Blogger; there's no question to that. But there are times when I really having second thoughts on posting certain stuffs because they're… personal. And here in Blogger, you cannot choose which posts could be published in public and in private. Whereas in Wordpress, I could password-protect posts that I don't want everyone to see. Livejournal has this Friends Only but I don't want LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But look, Blogger is more… "customizable". I mean, I'm more free to pick the layout I want and customize it. Wordpress themes are limited, but they're "clean" though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for ways to password-protect posts in Blogger. I've found one, though I haven't tried it yet. But what if--just what if--it doesn't work? Should I stick to Blogger? Or move to Worpress instead? Or stick to Blogger and just put the link to Wordpress in my post so it's still password-protected? But won't it be too… &lt;i&gt;"magulo"&lt;/i&gt; for the readers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urk. So what? Would I choose Blogger or Wordpress? I wanna hear your opinion guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-1512384141123720855?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/1512384141123720855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=1512384141123720855' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/1512384141123720855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/1512384141123720855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-dilemma.html' title='The Blog Dilemma'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-1914679959561015479</id><published>2009-11-05T22:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T14:12:50.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special occasion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relatives'/><title type='text'>Halloween Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I know this is an already late post. My cousins are bugging me to blog about this because they know I have a blog, so.. yeah. ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semestral break was actually boring for me--as I've expected--though it was not that dreadful because I really need a rest. Schoolworks are slowly killing me, and my body's always too exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my days were monotonous and repetitive. It just became different when my sister and I visited our Lola on Thursday (Oct. 29) and we stayed there until Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went straight home after serving the mass on Saturday. Ate Joyce, my cousin in my mother's side, was in the house when I got home. Well, they told me that we'll have a little "Halloween Party". She even had this witch costume. Urk. I didn't prepare one. Hindi ko naman kasi alam na magko-costume pala. *shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after waiting for Kuya Rjay's girlfriend, we went to St. Joseph. My other cousins came too after a while. Ate Shiela, Ninang Girl, and kuya Robin was there, as well as his friend, Kuya Ayel. He was the one who facepaint-ed them. Well, they were telling me to have a facepaint too, but I was shy to ask Kuya Ayel. So I was the one who applied make-up to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drank. Drank. Matador. Yeah, I drink. Well, during times like this only. I only drink with my cousins; I don't drink with my friends. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvzwU_z5MrI/AAAAAAAAAjc/3VldJn5KBCI/s1600-h/A7048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvzwU_z5MrI/AAAAAAAAAjc/3VldJn5KBCI/s400/A7048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403457896454894258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at the nails, dude! They're strawberry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvzzGiuk8mI/AAAAAAAAAj8/C0dduw5VyEo/s1600-h/FV+pof+pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvzzGiuk8mI/AAAAAAAAAj8/C0dduw5VyEo/s400/FV+pof+pic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403460946664682082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know what am I supposed to look like--a doll... or a geisha? Lol, haha! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvzwTzjI9EI/AAAAAAAAAi8/HI4V6bkNUtU/s1600-h/2_545953883l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvzwTzjI9EI/AAAAAAAAAi8/HI4V6bkNUtU/s400/2_545953883l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403457875983529026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Shiela, the... goddess?&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/__ojMXs7p2AY/Svzxuk2NZVI/AAAAAAAAAjs/dIN5Ifxh1k8/s1600-h/Ate+%5Bwitchy%5D+Joyce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/Svzxuk2NZVI/AAAAAAAAAjs/dIN5Ifxh1k8/s400/Ate+%5Bwitchy%5D+Joyce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403459435405075794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ate [witchy] Joyce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvzwUmLWjjI/AAAAAAAAAjU/1hjwNvxImdo/s1600-h/2_661642325l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvzwUmLWjjI/AAAAAAAAAjU/1hjwNvxImdo/s400/2_661642325l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403457889573965362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yra, my pamangkin-slash-inaanak. He look adowable here. =3&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/Svzxu0C7ThI/AAAAAAAAAj0/Za7Z1TvFkws/s1600-h/Yay%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/Svzxu0C7ThI/AAAAAAAAAj0/Za7Z1TvFkws/s400/Yay%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403459439484947986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ate Joyce, Kuya Ayel, Kuya Robin, and Ate Niña&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvzxuXj0y7I/AAAAAAAAAjk/NcLQPcnL87I/s1600-h/2_655399171l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvzxuXj0y7I/AAAAAAAAAjk/NcLQPcnL87I/s400/2_655399171l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403459431838305202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ate Joyce, me, Ate Niña, and Ate Shiela. The seductive beauties! (I still look like a "nene", though 8D)&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvzwUQYbxMI/AAAAAAAAAjM/u8wdqvAiQQk/s1600-h/2_780577838l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvzwUQYbxMI/AAAAAAAAAjM/u8wdqvAiQQk/s400/2_780577838l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403457883723252930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crazy fellows. I was holding the Matador! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvzwUMkJxqI/AAAAAAAAAjE/u8TZy2L5ShA/s1600-h/2_949068771l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvzwUMkJxqI/AAAAAAAAAjE/u8TZy2L5ShA/s400/2_949068771l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403457882698663586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture cannot be explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of my strawberry-painted nails, they nicknamed me "Strawberry". Lol. We stayed there until Monday morning. Though there was only six of us, we really had fun-fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-1914679959561015479?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/1914679959561015479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=1914679959561015479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/1914679959561015479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/1914679959561015479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-party.html' title='Halloween Party'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvzwU_z5MrI/AAAAAAAAAjc/3VldJn5KBCI/s72-c/A7048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-7660001088166697804</id><published>2009-10-29T11:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T11:56:30.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Working on a new blog</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I'm working on a new blog here on Blogger. This blog's anniversary is getting nearer, and I wanted to have a new blog as soon as 2010 starts. I could've let go of this one, but I guess I should wait for it to turn one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already made a new account here in blogger. I'm still thinking of the name for the blog so the URL is still temporary. I'm on a blogskin-hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would want a layout with the sidebar on the left, and navigations for my profile. Haha. And with header, too, so I could edit it and put the header I am working on. I would like a clean and simple one, but I could find any, so I was temporarily working on a &lt;b&gt;pink&lt;/b&gt; one. Haha. But I'm still on a hunt, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in more than a month, it would be a &lt;i&gt;bye-bye blog&lt;/i&gt;. /sob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this would be better, I want a new start. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-7660001088166697804?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/7660001088166697804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=7660001088166697804' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/7660001088166697804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/7660001088166697804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/10/working-on-new-blog.html' title='Working on a new blog'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-9111896080823330905</id><published>2009-10-25T15:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:25:24.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dismayed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conflict'/><title type='text'>This is definitely not my day</title><content type='html'>I knew from the beginning that there would be something wrong this day. I felt it, I felt it the instant that I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. I woke up early because we have a choir practice at 8AM for "Harana ni Maria". That's a presentation of every choir in our parish later at 7PM. I sent GM to my contacts and reminded the Glee Club about our practice, and I got to text with Eday and Arsie while washing the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda late for the practice because of texting. It was already 8:15 when I reached school. They were still few, though. The CAT officers were at the school quadrangle for the training and I immediately gave the garrison belt buckle to Lea that I borrowed to her when I had our CAT class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw Jette, he instantly pointed to Steni. Having a low pick-up, I wondered why he was doing that. Then I remembered about Jayson's Visual Basic CD (he asked for a burned copy from our Computer teacher) that Steni borrowed. Sabi co kasi, ipahiram niya na agad kay Jette yung CD para ngayong sabado, ako na yung makakakuha kasi hindi naman na kami magkikita ng sembreak. Kinukulit co nga sila dun e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steni smiled--a sheepish smile--and then ran away. I chase after her (LOL. My small limbs versus her long ones). Naabutan co siya at nacorner, at sinabi niya nakalimutan niyang wala sa kanya ang CD dalhin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tanong mo pa kay Jette!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kasabwat mo siya e!" I accused her jokingly. Trip na kasi namin ang "um-acting", at baka nanti-trip na naman siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi. Pramis! Di aco na-acting ngayon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matapos siyang kulit-kulitin, tinantanan co na rin si Steni, pero pabiro pa rin akong nagpaparinig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At habang naghihintay sa ibang choir, nagkukwentuhan kami. Hanggang ang kwentuhan ay nauwi sa asaran at okrayan. I wasn't really feeling good for teasing, so  just shut my mouth and occasionally grin whenever I need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others came. Lea told me that they would just eat merienda. She even invited me with them but I refuse because they were all CAT officers and I might not catch up with them. After some time, when my choirmates finished buying and eating their food, I told them that we'll practice. Vocalization, kaysa naman nakatunganga lang kami dahil wala pa si Sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I initiate the vocalization. I wasn't really feeling good. Well, not physically, but it's just I seemed to be not in the mood. I pointed the Tenor (which was Arbu and Eday) for a part of vocalization, and the note seemed to be too high for them. Their voice faltered, then they laugh. I wasn't in the mood to laugh with them. I made them repeat it, and then they laughed again. Most especially Eday. And I knew I was loosing it. I'm close to my boiling point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They seemed to notice it too, for everyone kept quiet. Well, &lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; everyone. Adrian was still erupting into silent giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ano ba yan?" I said in a stern voice, in the most calm voice I could manage that time. "Ulit." I told them. When it was tenor's part again, nagtawanan na naman sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shut my mouth up. I stared blankly at nothing. I could feel it, I could feel the annoyance building up inside me. The anger. The anger for them and for myself. Through my silence, they tried getting the note again, but I know they're not serious. Adrian's still giggling. I heard Remo said, "Tama na, Eday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Magaling na ba kayo?" I said, my jaws clencing. "Magaling na ba kayo?!" The girls muttered a low "hindi".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Akala niyo kasi ang gagaling niyo na eh! Tawanan ng tawanan, di bale sana kung magaganda ang boses. Yan ang mahirao sa inyo e, wala kayong respeto." I said something more, and I couldn't help the tears. Shit. That really made me annoyed to myself. I hate crying in this kind of occasion. I hate crying when I am the "authority" because I seem to be... weak. Because it seems that I could handle these kind of things. I really hate it. Pero wala, mababaw talaga ang luha ko. I cannot hold it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bastos!" I yelled angrily before more tears could come, and turned back at them to walk away. The first place I went is PEAC. This has always been my refuge, my sanctuary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I maybe made a fuzz over nothing. That was maybe a really little thing. But for me, it's not. It's a big deal. Because Eday was involved. My &lt;i&gt;friends&lt;/i&gt; were involved. The people I love and cherish and regarded as important. I just cannot accept that the people I love were the ones who hurt me, the people I cherish were disrespect me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's just too unfair! Sa SSG, sa Gatekeeper, I know everyone look down at me. Everyone regarded me as the "weakest link". "Walang silbi", someone jokingly told me one time. For them, I'm just a shitass loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But haven't I proven myself yet? Haven't I done all the things that I could do? Were my efforts not enough? Dammit. If they don't want me, I don't want them either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebe texted me, saying sorry several times. I went back home. Siguro pa-epal lang talaga aco, but I was waiting for them to apologize. Especially Eday. They could easily reach me; they could text me or go to my house. Pero wala. Which means patigasan kami. Bahala sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero hindi ako nakatiis. I texted Lea to ask what they are doing. Nandun na daw si Sir Bautista and their practicing. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinadaan co si Ayyah sa bahay so we could come to school together. I was wearing a serious face when I got there. May bago ngang kanta, and I didn't know it. I didn't care to ask. Hindi co sila pinapansin, tutal hindi rin naman nila ako pinapansin. Alde was the first one to talk to me, pero hindi rin ako masyadong nagsasalita. Mr. Bautista asked me why I wasn't around in the morning, and I told him that I had been in school, but I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn. I wanted to swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medyo um-okay na ako maya-maya. Pero di pa rin ako masyadong namamansin. We were late for the mass because we practiced pa. Wala tuloy opening mass. Hindi dun sa usual na pwesto umupo sila Eday at Remo, which is just beside me. They sat on the other corner. Hn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to school after mass. My head was aching. We were given sandwiches, merienda daw namin. Galing yata kay Ms. Rasdas. We went back to church at 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that Remo wasn't talking to me too. Si Eday, we're ignoring each other pa rin. I was just worried because since Eday was involved, Ginnique would be involved too. And my other affiliations as well, which are mostly the same as Eday's. So great, everything's ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero pinansin ako ni Remo nung may pinapasabi sa'kin. Which is a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinabahan kami nung kumanta yung unang choir. Sheda, ang galing. Nung turn na namin, may mga sablay. It wasn't that good. But it wasn't that shameful either. I jokingly told them that if we failed at this, I won't attend in any meeting in the Music Ministry na. Pero makaka-aattend pa naman ako. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised when the next choir started to sing and my choirmates suddenly stood up. I thought na pinapauwi na kami ni Sir. Kakain lang daw pala dun sa may Parish Hall. Nainis ako. Bakit nung kami naman ang kumakanta, wala naman biglang umalis ah. At isang batalyon pa kaming nagtayuan. I stayed, with Ayyah and Mae. We finished the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naiinis ako. Ayan ang problema sa choir e. Mga walang respeto! Imagine, kami kaya ang ganunin, for sure maiinis kaming lahat. At umalis sila dahil sa pagkain! Samantalang walang ibang choir na gumawa nun. Di bale sana kung napakakagaling namin e. Napaghahalataang mga PG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the song ended, I approached my choirmates. I was really annoyed. At sinermunan co sila. They tried to reason out, and they said Sir Bau was the one who told them to go. Para namang walang mga utak, nasan kaya mga manners nila! Naturingang galing kami sa Catholic school. But when Sir Bau was the one who talked to me, napilitan akong mag-okay. Gaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi na ako nag-merienda. Lamunin nila yon. Ayyah and I went back to church and I out of the sudden, I ranted. Nagsabi talaga ako ng mga sama ng loob ko. And I cried. After that, I felt better. Bahala na sila sa buhay nila. Bakit ko ipagsisiksikan ang sarili ko sa mga taong ayaw naman sa'kin? I was blinded by my love for those people because they're important to me, but they're hurting me over and over again. If they don't want me, fine! May mga tao naman na handang tanggapin kung sino at ano ako. My world doesn't revolve around them anymore. They're still important to me, I admit, pero dapat siguro na magising na ako. Parati na lang ako ang kawawa sa kanila, maybe it's time to let go of the things that are hurting you already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went back home, mugto pa rin mata co. And I realize that bangs are really helpful. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-9111896080823330905?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/9111896080823330905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=9111896080823330905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/9111896080823330905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/9111896080823330905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-definitely-not-my-day.html' title='This is definitely not my day'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-953088987626914206</id><published>2009-10-25T11:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T11:55:35.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>It's been a while!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I MISSSHHUUU BLOG!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I MISSSHHUUU ONLINE WORLD!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I MISSSHHUU I:U!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Those words deserve to be capslock-ed and bold-ed. I've been out for so long and my last proper post was on October 2. Tsk. That's such a long time, ne? Well, for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now understand what the word "busy" really means. I'm really, really busy in school. There are a lots of activities, and as a non-star, it was unusual to have such many activities to do in such a number of organizations. And I was one of those unusual cases. I didn't know why I am in such place--maybe I was a former star or what--but really, I have lots of activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, even I disapprove having school breaks, I think that somehow, sembreak is heaven because I have time to unwind and from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since it is our sembreak, I will be blogging things that happened to me lately. That includes our field trip, presscon, and a lot more. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to blog nao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-953088987626914206?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/953088987626914206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=953088987626914206' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/953088987626914206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/953088987626914206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while!'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-4939539400739131910</id><published>2009-10-13T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T20:43:39.209+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>I am really so busy this past weeks that I wasn't able to blog properly. We're going on a Division Pressconference in Nagcarlan, Laguna tomorrow until Friday (Oct. 14-16), so I won't be online for three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish us luck! I would be under Feature Writing English Category. I hope we will win. Ayyah is also in the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ayon, super excused tuloy ako. Hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might blog the things that happened to me lately after presscon. Super busy lang talaga. Grabe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-4939539400739131910?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/4939539400739131910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=4939539400739131910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/4939539400739131910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/4939539400739131910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/10/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-5939784244846631889</id><published>2009-10-02T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:22:50.791+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dismayed'/><title type='text'>Grades and Headaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Cards' Giving Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday (October 1) was our not-so-expected cards' giving day. It was supposedly on Monday, but since classes was suspended, it was moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't that exciting or dreadful. I mean, we didn't really expect that our cards would be given that day, so we have no time to be excited or to dread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Top 10 honors of the star sections were announced before our cards were given. Adrian wasn't around because of TOBS and because Dizon always saying he is Adrian's "twin", Mrs. Suinan jokingly called him to be Eday's proxy. We were all laughing over that loudly that I got a special mention from Sir Cejero over the microphone. Ugh. Palibhasa ako yung kitang-kita kaya ako lang ang nasita e. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the announcement of the star sections' top 10, we back to our room. After some minutes of waiting, Mr. Dela Torre distributed our card. Really, I wasn't &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; nervous, just a little anxious about my grades, especially in Math and Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyone got a low grade in English. Well, it was expected, because Mrs. Lopena was really mad with us at the first quarter &lt;small&gt;(though I must say she’s changing, huh? Ü)&lt;/small&gt;. Jette and Jayson’s grades were okay, as well as Steni’s. So when my turn came to get my card, I didn’t look at it right away and waited until I reached my seat. When I finally looked at it, I flashed a grin because I got somewhat good grades. My lowest was EP (84), and I was contented with the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Jayson borrowed my card to look at the grades. And he said that my Physics was 81. 81!? WTF!? I though he was joking or what so I immediately grabbed my report card from him. And the grade I saw in my Physics really weakened me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science: 81&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I didn’t know what I happened on my grade in Physics. My monthly exam was okay; I think I was the highest or one of the highest on that. And although I didn’t get high score in my quarterly exam, it wasn’t &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; low either. I always recite too, and my quizzes were, well, okay. The only setback was my notebook, which I passed late, and my seatworks (I think), which I barely seriously do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala, break the record ako. Last year, I got my lowest ever since I started schooling, and that was in my Geometry under Ms. Macasaddu. 82. Now, I got an even lower grade than that. Physics: 81.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero hindi naman ako ganun “nagdamdam” dun. I mean, Mrs. Suinan is really an awesome teacher. Really, she’s one of my favorites. And I know that the grade she had given to me was the grade she thinks that I deserve. Kung siguro e hindi siya magaling magturo o mainit ang ulo niya sa’kin, magrereklamo pa ako. Pero wala naman akong maiaangal sa kanya. I learned many things from her, and she treats me nicely. Sabi ko nga, okay lang yun. Kasi, aanhin ko naman ang mataas na grade na alam ko naman wala akong natutunan di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this was my grade for the First Quarter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion IV: 91&lt;br /&gt;Filipino IV: 89&lt;br /&gt;English IV: 87&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics: 87&lt;br /&gt;Science IV: 81&lt;br /&gt;MAKABAYAN: 88&lt;br /&gt; AP IV: 87&lt;br /&gt; TLE IV: 89&lt;br /&gt; MAPEH: 90&lt;br /&gt; EP IV: 84&lt;br /&gt; CAT: Passed&lt;br /&gt;Computer IV: 88&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t that high. I got only two line of 9. T_T I was surprised to get an 87 in Math; I was expecting 84 or 85. I think I was the highest in English since Jayson and the others got 83 or something in it. Most of my grades were line of eight, but I was pretty much contented with it. Para sa’kin, okay lang na hindi kataasan ang grade ko ng  First Quarter, kaysa naman bumulusok the next quarters. At least, tataas o maintain na lang ang grades ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our EP time, the top 10 were announced. Jayson was the fourth, I was the third, Steni was the second, and Jette was the first. Todo kantyaw nga kami kay Jette e. He got an average of 89 something. Ako 88 point something; points lang din ang nilaman ni Steni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, saying talaga yun si Jette. Magaling naman, napakamahiyain lang at hindi nagrerecite. Sayang lang tuloy ang grade. Kahit alam niya, hindi siya sumasagot o masyadong nagpapartcipate sa klase. Kaya nga parati kong nakakatyawan e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lang naman ang ranking ko sa klase. I was really after good grades, not good rank. Kahit naman mababa ang ranking ko, basta maayos ang grade ko, ayos lang. Naku, yung Science lang talaga humatak sa grades ko e! Super pull! Pero okay lang, si Mrs. Suinan naman yun e. Bawi na lang siguro ako. c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Friday Mass and English Month’s Culminating Activity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, we served at the choir for the mass. I didn’t eat breakfast, and my head was throbbing a little when I got to school. Actually, rosary pa lang medyo nahihilo na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang echos nga kasi nag-solo pa ako sa isang kanta sa first mass kaya nakantyawan pa ako ng mga kaklase ko nung bumalik ako sa room para magbihis. Culminating activity din kasi sa English e. When the second mass started, my head really hurts. My surrounding was spinning and I was feeling dizzy kaya napaupo ako. Hindi na ulit ako nakatayo kasi sobrang nahihilo na ako. Na-touch naman ako because my choirmates showed concern to me. Umalalay na lang ako sa kanila. Inalalayan pa ako ni Ablay at Remo papuntang school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagsimula na kaming mag-ayos for the culminating activity. I was even somewhat irked inside kasi parang ako lang talaga yung officer na gumagalaw during the whole month. Nakakaasar kaya. Parati na lang ako yung gumagawa ng paraan. I’m not implying something here, nabu-bwisit lang talaga ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos ng culminating activity at around 3 o’clock, in-announced na tuloy ang Field Trip Monday. Ugh. Nag-uwian ng maaga, pero sabi k okay Ayyah punta kami sa kanila. Sumama din si Lea. We watched the movie ‘Up’. Umuwi rin ng maaga si Lea, at sumunod na rin ako after a few minutes kaya hindi na rin naming natapos yung pinapanood. I just borrowed the DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang daya pa nga ng driver ng jeep na nasakyan ko pag-uwi, hanggang sa boundary lang ako binaba. Kadugaan e. At dahil sinumpong ako ng kakuriputan, nilakad ko na lang paauwi sa’min. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-5939784244846631889?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/5939784244846631889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=5939784244846631889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/5939784244846631889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/5939784244846631889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/10/grades-and-headaches.html' title='Grades and Headaches'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-3335802805652749048</id><published>2009-09-30T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T06:00:12.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><title type='text'>Classes Resumed</title><content type='html'>I prepared for school excitedly because I'm really glad that classes have resumed. Though I'm still doubting it if there are classes or not because of the news, I went happily to school, and saw other Liceans walking their way to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, we assembled in the quadrangle for the daily rosary. Though it had been continuously raining for days, this morning was a sticky and a little warm. And irritating. I let my hair down pa naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certain first year section was the one who led the rosary. And I was really pissed with the first year level eversince because they're bunch of... irritating kids. And I was even more irritated with them when a certain girl sang the songs in a really really really out of tune way. I don't know why it really got me pissed, but they just make blood boil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Basil's room because Ayyah asked me to take home some of her things last Friday because she have lots of things to bring home. And I was about to return it her. But she wasn't in the class. Uh. The choir members in Basil started to apologize for not coming last Saturday. Of course I understand. They asked me what happened, and who attended, and I started to tell them what everything happened. Everything. And they were laughing and teasing me afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to my room. This morning was quite uneventful. I was laughing and teasing and laughing and joking and laughing really hard with Jette and Steni and Jayson like we always used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all forgot to bring poster/water color for our Arts class. And I forgot to bring my sketch pad. We were asked to draw and paint an animal using the primary colors only. We could mix them up if we wanted to achieve other colors, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I didn't have my sketch pad or my poster paint, I didn't do anything. Well, I could find a way so I could draw, but really, I'm not in the mood. x( And I don't like drawing or writing when I am not in the mood. Especially it's an animal! And I am not good in drawing animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inokray-okray namin yung gawa ni Jette. He was supposedly drawing a turtle, and well, it looks like a cave. Haha. And then we did something on it and it looked like a cap. I was really laughing so hard that my stomach hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home for lunch. And Mama left the key inside the house! We tried to open it, but it won't open. I told her that we should break the door. She called on the landlady, and good thing she have duplicate keys. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama need to go to office at 1pm, so I used the computer. The phone rang at quarter to two, and it was Ayyah. She was asking me--no, &lt;i&gt;ordering&lt;/i&gt; is the right term--meet her in MiniStop. She skipped her morning classes because she woke up late, and we had agreed last night to see each other and babble together. I told her I was using the computer, but she's persistent. The little witch. She gave me 15 minutes. Fifteen minutes. And I still had to take a bath and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining again when I went out of the outside. I frowned at the weather. Not that I hate the rain--I love it, even--but this is all too abnormal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayyah wasn't still in MiniStop, so I went back to my house to get her things she asked me to bring home because I forgot it. I saw her at the street. Because MiniStop was somewhat crowded, we went to 7eleven and bought coffee. We talked and babbled about things, and I told her na naiinis ako sa kanya at kay Lea dahil naglulumandi sila, samantalang ako e hindi. It's unpeyr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, I realized that my friends are growing up. Even Ayyah and Lea. For a swift moment, I felt panic at one corner of my heart. Because Ayyah and Lea are like me in some ways, and we've seen each other lives, and they aren't really girly-girly girls, just like me, kahit pa sabihin may mga kalandian kami sa katawan. And they're growing up, while me, I'm being left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, I am happy for them. Kinukunsinti ko pa nga ang mga kalandian nila. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe, it was because they're &lt;i&gt;growing up&lt;/i&gt;, and me, I &lt;i&gt;matured&lt;/i&gt;... emotionally. And the situation that I am into doesn't allow me na magmalandi, because the identity my special someone should be kept a secret. *shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to school five minutes before 3pm. My socks were already soaking when we got to school because of the rain and I couldn't keep like that for three hours, so I went back home to change socks. I gave Dizon my bag so I wouldn't be accused as late. But I realized that it will all be the same--my socks would be wet again by the time I reach school, so I grabbed a pair of wedges instead. Besides, my shoes were soaking too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jette and Steni were wearing slippers, and they told me na super heels ako. They were teasing me about how small my feet were. Like me always defense, I answered them that I would be a 'thing' to the Chinese because I got little feet, and Chinese are rich! Haha! Dizon even smelled my feet (really he placed his nose on it!), and it's smelly daw. HAH! I snicked at him and just raised a brow because I know they don't smell. He even measured my feet with a ruler. Eight inches! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. del Rio, by some miracle, didn't attend classes. There were a lot of absents too and we were just twenty-something. We didn't had our English class too. And they kept on teasing and teasing me about my feet. Okay lang naman, I'm pretty much contented with who and what I am and I don't really care if I am small or what. &lt;s&gt;Small things are cute, btw! *shot*&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Basil's room so I could walk home with Ayyah. I saw her crying at the locker's area with Revilla comforting her. Lea came and we comforted her together. Uhm, I think I know the reason. And when I asked her, I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anu ka ba, 'wag mong pinapansin yung ibang tao nu. Hayaan mo nga sila. Sinong bang nagkakasala, ikaw ba? Hindi. And besides, aanhin mo ang mga taong hindi ka binibigyan ng importansya kung alam mo namang may mga kaibigan kang handang i-accept ka. Nagtatampo ako sa'yo, kinakalimutan mo na yatang may mga kaibigan ka! Nandito kami o!" I told her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hushed later. And before we went home, we headed first to PEAC to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to make my Arts activity tonight. I even asked my friends in YM what animal is good to draw. Miya said,a bird (Ibong Adarna! XD); Karu-chan, a parrot; and Ariane... a carabao! LOL. I chose the parrot. Here's the finished product:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SsPUdDsP_qI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Exm8AcP3XKw/s1600-h/Picture+005.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/__ojMXs7p2AY/SsPUdDsP_qI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Exm8AcP3XKw/s400/Picture+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387383174937444002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although it wasn't really that awesome, I'm proud of myself because I was able to draw an animal. Yeeha! Btw, the thing that the parrot is looking into is a snail. The colors weren't really that good in my webcam. DX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-3335802805652749048?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/3335802805652749048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=3335802805652749048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/3335802805652749048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/3335802805652749048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/09/classes-resumed.html' title='Classes Resumed'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SsPUdDsP_qI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Exm8AcP3XKw/s72-c/Picture+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-1610658427594313100</id><published>2009-09-29T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:51:00.204+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Nothing Really Matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;No, no. This is not an angsty post. And though this one is days late, I'll still post it now. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I usually keep a confident attitude, I also get worried about what other people will think about me. I am such an eccentric person, and often misunderstood too. I know people have different opinions about me--positive ones, and probably more negative thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I say that people's opinions don't really matter, of course they somewhat affect me too. In everything I do, I cannot help but think of what other people will say. I may ignore them, but at the back of my mind, what they say will always have an impact on me, no matter how little it may seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when my friends are with me, do they really matter? When the people I love are ready to accept me for who and what I am, are they really important? No. My friends--the people that I value most--they are the real important persons to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their opinion are what really matters to me. What they think of me is what's really important. The world may turn it's back on me., but when I see them smile at me, I would be okay. Other people may think too little of me, but when I know that my friends are ready to accept me, it doesn't really matter. People who pretend to me my &lt;i&gt;"friends"&lt;/i&gt; may say bad things about me--on my back or straight to my face--but when I know that the people I cherish really understand me and love me, nothing really matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really matters but them. My friends. Real friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that you continue to stay with me through and through. I'm glad that you're always there for me. On the surface, I may look okay, but beneath, I was trying to mend myself. And you stayed with me,  enduring my tantrums and caprices. You never left me. You help me bring my self-esteem back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I did to deserve people as awesome as you are. Thank you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not be able to read this blog entry, but I will make you feel how thankful am I to have friends as good as you are. Thank you. You are all the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-1610658427594313100?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/1610658427594313100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=1610658427594313100' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/1610658427594313100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/1610658427594313100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/09/nothing-really-matters.html' title='Nothing Really Matters'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-3613472844066174171</id><published>2009-09-29T06:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T07:06:49.103+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Blogs That I Follow</title><content type='html'>Since I am being bored and I wanted to blog but I don't have something to share because I was just here in the house, I'll just post the blogs that I usually visit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chibivy.wordpress.com/"&gt;A Little Voice Within&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(http://chibivy.wordpress.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My private blog in Wordpress. Some posts are password-protected so you can't read them without asking me what the password is. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rookie-chan.livejournal.com/"&gt;An Angel's Unfolded Wings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(http://rookie-chan.livejournal.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ayyah's blog in LJ. I was telling her to move to Blogger na but she just love her LJ the way I blog my BS. Her posts are 'For Friends Only' so you can't read them if you aren't her friend in LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com/"&gt;Automatic Petals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(http://automaticpetals.blogspot.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ariane's blog. I usually have the tab of her blog open while I'm doing things in my computer because I lalalalove the songs in it. Piano instrumentals are really soothing; working on my PC without a background music is kinda lame and other songs are just too distracting, and really, I am beginning to adore Yiruma now. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://garando.blogspot.com/"&gt;balut &amp;amp; natto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(http://garando.blogspot.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I saw this link in Japinoy.com forums. This is about Garando, a Filipino, and his Japanese wife, Garandee. I find his stories humorous, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ruchichan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Drawing Imperfect Circles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(http://ruchichan.blogspot.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ruchi/Lucille's blog. I find the name of her blog cute. I was actually thinking of a &lt;i&gt;verb + adjective + noun&lt;/i&gt; name for my new official blog in BS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dreams in the Dusk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Louise blog. I find her picture posts cute too because they were edited in an anime-ish way. Plus her blog music is a piano instrumental too so it's lalalove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/"&gt;I, for one, forbid you.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mau's blog. Before, I have hard time visiting her site because I always mistook the spelling of lavender as lavander. LOL. /stupid self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://luckyvonne.blogspot.com/"&gt;LUCKYVONNE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(http://luckyvonne.blogspot.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ate Jhaey's blog. It was actually her that made me think of Blogger when I was thinking of putting up an "online diary" because I saw her blog link in Friendster. She seems to be in hiatus, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fiction-junkie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Someday, we will find what we're living for.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(http://fiction-junkie.blogspot.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Karuru's blog. Just recently linked her blog and added it in my &lt;i&gt;Blogs I'm Following&lt;/i&gt; in my Dashboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tracinginfinity.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stapled Rainbow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(http://tracinginfinity.blogspot.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I stapled a rainbow in my notebook.  Mine forever to keep.  To hope for little happiness in my deep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cabel's blog. I find her blog name and blog description, as well as her blog URL, cute (Sorry, I don't know the blog description of the others because you're using a "blogskin".) The name of my new offcial blog could be a &lt;i&gt;adj + n&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;v + n&lt;/i&gt; too! I think she's also moving to WP, though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thefoolishtraveler.wordpress.com/"&gt;The Foolish Traveler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(http://thefoolishtraveler.wordpress.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Formerly using BS, Kriselle is now a WP user. I find her college life kewl. Plus the conversation she posts are funny too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Pancake Batter Anomaly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(http://thepancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aina's blog. I find her blog name cute too. I heard it's from a program whatsoever named The Big Bang Theory or something? (Don't know, sorry). Her layout is very LJ-ish too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://syntaxerrorboom.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yay! &lt;3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(http://syntaxerrorboom.blogspot.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Apyl&lt;s&gt;-neechan's&lt;/s&gt; blog. I think she's on hiatus, though, because her last post was like, uhm, last August?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to follow some other blogs too (like those of my former classmates'), but I unfollow blogs that were abandoned by the owner. These blogs were currently the blogs that I follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I love Blogger is that it allows me to follow blogs and check out whenever they have new posts agad. Well, at the bottom part of the Dashboard, you could click the &lt;b&gt;Add&lt;/b&gt; button, the type the URL of the blog you want to follow, hit &lt;b&gt;Next&lt;/b&gt;, and so on and so forth. Whenever the people that I follow made a new post in their blogs, I was able to know because it is shown in the Reading List plus the except of their post, instead of always visiting the site to check out for new posts. I could also follow other blog sites other than Blogger too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit 'em too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys don't mind me putting the link of your blogs in this post. Or... do you?&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-3613472844066174171?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/3613472844066174171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=3613472844066174171' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/3613472844066174171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/3613472844066174171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/09/blogs-that-i-follow.html' title='Blogs That I Follow'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-7023373674709569586</id><published>2009-09-28T20:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:17:59.591+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><title type='text'>No Classes</title><content type='html'>Classes were suspended today because of Ondoy. I didn't know if I should be happy about it or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at four in the morning, but ended up sleeping in the couch until 5am. When I woke up again, I turned on the television to watch the news if there are suspended or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never liked the idea of having no classes because it means staying at the house, but for a swift moment, I &lt;i&gt;wanted&lt;/i&gt; the classes to be canceled. I was kinda lazy to prepare and go to school, and my uniform weren't pressed yet so I would have to do that before going to school and I was lazy to do that too, plus Filipino project wasn't still complete. And with this kind of weather, I just want to snooze off the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thinking about school, the desire to have the classes suspended burst like a bubble. Cards' giving was supposed to be today, and--through I am a bit nervous about my grades--I am excited to see it. Class picture was supposed to be today too. Plus Adrian would be going to Manila for the National Top Outstanding Boy Scout and I want to wish him a goodluck. And for some reason, I don't want to miss a day in school now. &lt;s&gt;And I wouldn't be able to see my special someone, too. *shot*&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our telephone was malfunctioning so I went to school instead to know if there are classes or not. The outer gate was locked, and on the inner gate, there was a posted announcement that there will be no classes today. Field trip will also be re-scheduled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt somewhat dismayed. No classes? It means no &lt;i&gt;baon&lt;/i&gt; (I'm saving money for the field trip), and no special someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the house. I couldn't sleep anymore so I watch a DVD once more. I spent the whole day reading a book and soundtripping. When I called Ayyah, I learned from her that there would be no classes tomorrow too. /sob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-7023373674709569586?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/7023373674709569586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=7023373674709569586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/7023373674709569586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/7023373674709569586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-classes.html' title='No Classes'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-8911513776109182081</id><published>2009-09-26T11:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:38:41.833+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calamity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conflict'/><title type='text'>Stormy Saturday</title><content type='html'>It was already raining when I got up at 5:30 in the morning. We have a CAT training today at 7am that's why I got up early even I still want top curl up in my bed and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind was so strong outside. When I got to school, Arpon told me that the training was suspended due to the storm. Well, it wasn't really raining that hard, but the wind was strong. May bagyo nga yata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at the school for a while. When I went back home, I decided to watch DVD. I was really worried about the mass in the afternoon because it is PEAC's anniversary celebration and Ate Beth told me when we had a meeting that it would be a high mass. I forgot to remind Sir Bautista yesterday for that. I was also worried that only a few choir members would be coming because of the strong rain. Ayyah already PMed me in YM, telling me she won't be able to come because she had a sore throat and was feeling bad. Tan called me up and told me she couldn't come because Pacita was flooded. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still prepared to go to the school for the choir, though. Pumunta si Mama sa Metropolis para bumili ng ink para sa printer namin at sabi niya 'wag daw akong umalis hangga't wala pa yung pinsan ko dahil walang kasama yung kapatid ko. Pero nung nag-2 o'clock na, sumaglit muna ako sa school para sabihin sa mga ka-choir ko na male-late ako. Si Arbu lang ang nadatnan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nearly 3pm when my cousin came. I don't usually bring umbrella, but I took one with me because it's raining really hard. Todo hawak nga ako sa payong dahil super lakas ng hangin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Arbu pa rin lang ang nadatnan ko. Stranded ang mga second year na nag-recollection sa school. Sabi ni Ms. Rasdas, 'wag silang umuwi ng walang sundo, kahit sa school na sila matulog. We could see the droplets of the rain whirling around like a whirlpool because of the strong wind. At feeling din namin na wala nang makakadating. Tinawag pa nga namin si Jas na ang bahay ay nasa tabi lang ng school, pero hindi si makakapunta. Baha ang harap ng bahay nila. Eday was our last hope. He told me yesterday that he will come after doing his thesis. But when we text him, he replied to us that he can't probably come dahil baha sa United at walang masasakyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheda. Duet kami ni Arbu nito sa misa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second year students who were stranded were brought home by the teachers. Inuwi sila sa boarding house nila at nag-abiso na lang sa guard. Yung mga babae yata, kila Ms. Varcas at yung mga lalaki ay kila Sir Liwag. They were telling us to go home and not to attend mass because of the storm, but of course, we couldn't and we wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi rin ng guard na umuwi na kami at baha na sa tapat ng Liceo. And when we looked outside, true enough, the streets were flooded. We decided to go to the church. "We can do this, Arbu! We can do this!" I was chanting. We rolled our pants to our knees at lumusong kami sa baha. Grabe, first time kong ginawa yun! Malapit na sa tuhod namin yung baha. I was holding tightly on Arbu dahil baka matangay ako sa liit kong ito. I tried to shake away the thoughts of the kind of things we were probably stepping on. At nakaraos naman kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some people at the side of the church who we think are "evacuees" because they have bag of clothes with them. I asked the lay minister kung tuloy ang misa. Tuloy daw. Dalawang lay minister nga lang ang nandun, at dalawa kaming choir. I asked them if we could wash our feet dahil nga lumusong kami sa baha at tinuro nila yung gripo sa kumbento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no lights inside the church because of the brown out, except on the altar part which is probably being run by the generator. Dun na lang kami puwesto sa baba.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Tuloy ang misa; walang holiday sa simbahan."&lt;/i&gt; was what Arbu had said. Amidst the storm, I feel a warmth inside. Look, we are facing a calamity, and yet, we were at the church, going to celebrate the mass. God is our refuge. This is our devotion. And though I am not a really pious and good person, I am proud because I didn't not let the storm hinder me in singing for the mass, in serving God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a few people were there. One lay minister was the one who read the first reading because there is only one lector. The church was quiet. But looking at those people who listen intently on the mass, I could see hope in their faces. Na para bang ipinagpapasa-Diyos na nila ang nagaganap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tig-isa pa kami ng mic ni Arbu. Break the record. Sa buong buhay ko sa choir, limang members lang ang pinaka-konting dumating, until now. Sabi ko nga sa kanya, kung wala siyang masakyan dahil taga-Langgam pa siya, kalampagin niya na lang ako sa bahay at sa'min na siya matulog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naidaos naman ang misa. Maaga pa ngang natapos. Hindi na baha sa labas at hindi na ganun kalakas ang ulan. At kahit bumabagyo na, nagkayayaan pa rin kami ni Arbu na mag-7eleven. Pero wala, sarado ang 7eleven at baha sa loob. Punta naman kami sa kwek-kwekan, pero wala din kahit isang nagtitinda sa tapat ng school. Punta kami sa Mini-Stop para mag-ice cream (ang lakas ng trip e), kaso wala daw silang ice cream. Kaya 'yon, umuwi na lang kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown out sa'min. Nung nagka-ilaw na, lumabas ako para alamin kung may masasakyan ba si Arbu. Pumunta ako sa may terminal ng jeep. Yung kalsada kila Eday, baha, pati na rin yung highway. Super lusong pa rin ako sa baha. Nung malapit na ako sa terminal, mali ang tapak ko at lumubog ako hanggang bewang. Sheda. Ang lambot pa naman ng natapakan ko. Kung hindi kanal yun, baka yung parang manhole. Kinilabutan ako dahil nag-flash bigla sa isip ko kung manhole yung natapakan ko, kaya balik ako sa may sidewalk. Hinintay ko na lang hanggang makasakay si Arbu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. Super salanta ang ginawa ng bagyong Ondoy. The news is all about it. Kahit mga artsita nasalanta na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nang magka-kuryente na ulit, I opened the computer. I remember the movie that Arbu was telling me a while ago about the end of the world. 2012. And it somewhat gave me creeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-8911513776109182081?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/8911513776109182081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=8911513776109182081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/8911513776109182081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/8911513776109182081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/09/stormy-saturday.html' title='Stormy Saturday'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-8622069572886783387</id><published>2009-09-25T19:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T05:51:20.846+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reports'/><title type='text'>English Week</title><content type='html'>It is English week, and because I am an officer in the Lingua Franca, I was kinda busy for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had activities and contests for the English week, so I was always excused in the class. I even became the photographer for the events. Yay! Puro nga si Sir Luna yung laman ng pictures. Photo opportunity nga daw. Really, I seem to be whirling around. Well, I guess I just wanted to prove our English advisers that I am doing my job &lt;s&gt;&lt;small&gt;unlike the others who seem to be just standing at the corner *shot*&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I was excused in the class, Jette was the one who carried my bad whenever our section moves from one place to another. Really, thank you Jette. &lt;s&gt;And also to Jayson who carried my Religion book and Koleen who helped Jette. LOL. XD&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we were the one who led the rosary. And I was the one to sing. I managed to find five Marian songs. Arrogance aside, I think I sang it well, pero kinapos ako dun sa isang kanta. Isang word lang yung kinapos ko. But I've really proven that people tend to see the small dot in the paper rather the whole paper itself. I mean, I just made &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt; mistake, but people remembered it after the rosary. Oh well. *0*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quiz bee contest was held yesterday. And our participant? Dizon and Mikko. Gah. I kept on bugging Jette to join, and even Jayson, but they didn't give in. Nako, super mahiyain kasi, ayaw ng exposure. So those two guys became the representative our section. Natatawa pa nga yung mga English teacher sa kanila. And whenever they got the right answer, especially Dizon, everyone is clapping and "whoo!"-ing. LOL. Binantayan ko talaga si Dizon because he was cheating! Kapal ng muka! Ayun, naasar pa kami, special mention ni Sir Luna over the microphone. At the end, Dizon got the lowest score, and Mikko was second to the last. LOL. Adrian was the one who won, anyway. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I reported the lesson that was assigned to us in our Religion class. &lt;s&gt;It was supposedly a group report and I just didn't know what the others did. ;___;&lt;/s&gt; Well, we had already reported the first part last Wednesday, but I think my report sucks. I mean, biglaan kasi. We didn't expect that we were already the one to report. But I think I made it up today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was St. Basil Odyssey play today, they were so busy preparing for it. Their play was on 2pm. Hindi pa nga daw sila masyadong prepared dahil hindi pa super nakapag-practice. I told them they could do it because I have great faith in their section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to watch but my 3pm class is Math, Mr. del Rio. I asked Mr. Luna if I could be excused from my class for the play but when I told it that my first period in the afternoon is Math, sabi niya agad sa'kin, "Ay nako, 'wag na. Pumasok ka na!" LOL. Mr. del Rio kasi e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went early to school in the afternoon to watch the play. I even helped Jesta in curling her hair. The play started at 2:30. And it's awesome. Remo painted his whole body blue because he's Poseidon. Adrian was Odysseus. And bonggang-bonggang production. 'Di pa sila prepared nun ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we weren't able to continue watching when 3 o'clock came. Mr. Luna even reminded us about the time. So we went to our classroom even we badly want to watch the play. We could've cut classes if only it weren't Math. But of course, we were all afraid to defy Mr. del Rio. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Math, we ran back to the auditorium and didn't even bother to ask permission from Mrs. Lopena. LOL. Okay lang 'yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending na nga yung naabutan natin. Sayang. I mentally noted myself to ask permission from the Basilians to watch the video. Ang kulit nga nila Arnold dun sa dulo, naging kenkoy. Pero okay pa rin naman. Nakakatuwa nga. Hindi na nga daw nila na-practice yung dulo na 'yon kaya nilaro na lang nila. But they still got high points for that. "If there is a grade higher that 100, then that's your grade," was Mr. Luna's words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After classes, I went to St. Basil again to walk home with Ayyah. Ayoko pa kasing umuwi ng maaga dahil wala sila Mama. They went to Enchanted Kingdom because Iverie didn't join in the Field Trip. So nag-EK na lang sila ng sarili nila dahil dun din naman ang place na pupuntahan. So wala akong kasama sa bahay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kila Eday ako sumama. Pero matapos hintayin, bigla din akong umalis dahil magpe-PEAC pa pala ako. When I got home, I got somewhat scared. LOL. So I quickly changed my shirt and took two pocketbooks para papalitan dun sa pinapalitan ko. Kuya Roger's store was closed, unfortunately. Nung mapadaan ako sa 7eleven, nandun sila Eday so I went in. Niloko pa nga nila ako kasi iba na shirt ko. I stayed in there since wala rin naman akong kasama sa bahay. Kung anu-anong napagkwentuhan. Nabanggit pa nga nila na special mention daw ako ni Ms. Yorro sa kanila dahil dun sa pagkanta ko sa rosary e. Woot! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven-thirty na rin kami umuwi and hinatid pa ako ni Adrian dahil umuulan. Niloko na naman ako na managinip daw ulit akong manalo siya sa TOBS. He will be in Manila from Monday to Thursday for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kinda tired today. But I am happy. This week is awesome. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-8622069572886783387?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/8622069572886783387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=8622069572886783387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/8622069572886783387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/8622069572886783387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/09/english-week.html' title='English Week'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-3539660517495102909</id><published>2009-09-23T19:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:54:42.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dismayed'/><title type='text'>Failed</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Nagkamali ako hindi dahil sa kabobohan. Nagkamali ako dahil sa katangahan. And for me, it's worse. Being stupid is worse than being an idiot.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really felt so stupid. Utterly stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed in our Second Monthly Examination. Got 29 out of 60. Equivalent to 74%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am such a moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test was actually easy. Really, the first part of the exam was a chicken. Multiplication of polynomials. Shet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the reason why I failed is because I wasn't able to answer Test I-B. Not because it was hard or I didn't know how to answer it. It was because I forgot to answer it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got sort of confused with the last part, and I got low score on that too. But it was forgivable for me because I didn't know what I will gonna do with that. I just couldn't take that I failed because I forgot to answer that stupid part. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko pa naman ng ganun. I don't like leaving blanks on my test paper, kahit 'di ko alam ang sagot. Feeling ko kasi, natalo ako ng walang kalaban-laban. I don't like losing without fighting. Without giving effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there, I failed. And what's annoying is that part really easy for me. I wouldn't have failed if I answer that. Sheda. Dahil nakalimutan lang. Engot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagkamali ako hindi dahil sa kabobohan. Nagkamali ako dahil sa katangahan. And for me, it's worse. Being stupid is worse than being an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainis talaga. At nakakahiya. Nung nagrerecord na si Mr. del Rio, sabi niya, "Ang baba Nobleza ah. Nako, bababa grades mo nito." He said my score was even lower than Nortez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little bit whining over that. Really, I was surprised to know that I forgot to answer that test. Because I thought I actually answered it. Jette and Steni sort of comforted me. Monthly lang naman daw 'yun. And at least, I am good at English, they said. Jette enumerated the positive points about me, like I could speak in good English, and I sing well. Things that he cannot do, not every people can do. Sabi niya, there might be a reason for that. Like there would be a blessing to come in exchange for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it made me somewhat better. I mean, I got to realize that I am still lucky. I told myself I'll really make up that failed monthly exam in my recitation. I'll really make up on it. The feeling of having a failing score--especially in a major subject--is not good. Totally awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medyo nakarecover din naman ako. I am the not the kind of person who sulks over things for a long time. Hindi ako ganun grabe manghinayang. I don't know if that's good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I would try to make up for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-3539660517495102909?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/3539660517495102909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=3539660517495102909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/3539660517495102909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/3539660517495102909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/09/failed.html' title='Failed'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-7471325065406288535</id><published>2009-09-20T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:36:03.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><title type='text'>Internet-deprived Days and Schoolworks</title><content type='html'>Great. So internet-deprived days had started again. Monitor cable is being hidden so I can't use the computer even I have something important to do. Take note, it's the &lt;i&gt;monitor cable&lt;/i&gt; now, not the internet cord unlike before. Level up! x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because I'm being deprived from using the internet, even the computer, I'm gonna squeeze in the things that happened to me in this week in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 12, Saturday.&lt;/strong&gt; We had a meeting for our parish's Music Ministry. Because I am the LDSP Glee Club president, I had to attend the meeting. My vice-presidents weren't available on that day so I asked Arbu to come with me instead. It was even Arbu's 15th birthday that that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attended the 5:15 mass before the meeting. Since it was the second Saturday of the week, we weren't the choir for the mass. The meeting was supposed to start at 7 o'clock, but we waited for more than an hour because their was some other church org using the parish hall. So the meeting started at past 8pm and ended at past 9, so when I got home, my mother was in the act of going out of the gate, probably to fetch me. Ans she was fuming with anger as soon as we were inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was mad because (1) I came home late, and (2) she called Arsie and she learned the we weren't the choir every second Saturday of the moth and I didn't tell her that. But, hey! I have reasons for that. (1) It wasn't my fault if the meeting started and ended very late, and (2) I didn't feel the need to tell her about that because I hear mass during second Saturdays and went out of the house and went home early. Okay, so maybe reason number two wasn't that acceptable. But even I had reasons, she didn't and won't listen to me anyway, and I got a really awful scolding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for Monday because I honestly don't like weekends. Or maybe more properly said, I don't like being at the house. I just become nervous and gloomy and depressed and annoyed whenever I am in the house because of Mama's unreasonable scoldings. So I like it whenever I am in the school or when there is an activity I have to do during no-classes days. Sounds rebellious, I know. But I love school a lot times better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;strong&gt;Monday (September 14)&lt;/strong&gt; was heaven for me. "October" devotion had started and St. Basil was the section that led the rosary that day. It was supposed to start on October, and I don't know why it started this early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our English time, Mrs. Lopena asked me to get the names of the participants for the English month &lt;i&gt;in all year levels&lt;/i&gt;. Gee I am just the Fourth Year Representative, by the way. Well, the preseident that those joking-around, so-called "members" of the English club voted was... well, non-functional. *rolls eyes* Well, it should have been Ginnique, anyway. So for the teask, I mentally noted myself to ask the other representatives' help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;strong&gt;Tuesday (September 15)&lt;/strong&gt;, Adrian excused me during our computer subject and I was really clueless. Turned out that it was about our school paper (The Gatekeeper). He was the editor-in-chief--together with Ginnique--and he told me to make a feature article about the new teachers together with Ayyah, a sports artcile probably about Donaire (I already left my former position as the Sports Editor and I am now the Feature Editor, but since it seem that the sports page need some help, I had to do this), and an editorial article if I could make one. Oha! All-around! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be passed before Friday, and I was surprised with the rush, until he told me that the presscond would probably be next week or so. It would be a &lt;b&gt;district pressconference&lt;/b&gt; this year, not the &lt;i&gt;division&lt;/i&gt; pressconference we used to have in the previous years. And this would be harder if that's the situation. DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going home for lunch, I went to the fourth floor in the Extension building to get the payments for the t-shirts from the choir members of St. Peter, and to tell the other representatives about the errand. Labao was the third year representative and I told her that we'll just help each other on getting the participants from the third and fourth year level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in my English time, I excused her from her  class. We started in the third year level. There was one particular section that was a real jungle. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finished in the third year level, moved to the fourth year. It was my turn to speak up and I could remember how Mr. dela Torre and Mr. Liboon's jaws comically (and jokingly) dropped when I spoke in English. Haha. Nosebleed nga daw, sabi ng mga estudyante. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't finish getting the names of the participants because Labao had a quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday (September 16)&lt;/strong&gt; was our first examination day. First day of exam was kinda okay, I think. Well, except on the flowcharting part on the computer because we didn't expect that it would also be included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the exam, I went to Basil to talk to Ayyah because we would be interviewing the new teachers. The interviews turned out fine. Well, except that I got confused with the names of the teachers that I mistook one from the other. &lt;i&gt;/stupid self.&lt;/i&gt; I had to go back to school at 3pm to finish my interviews on them And I only had one left: Ms. Alcantara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late on &lt;strong&gt;Thursday (September 17)&lt;/strong&gt; so the SLTCs got my ID and I had to pay the fine to our class treasurer. T_T My exam on Science was &lt;i&gt;ugh&lt;/i&gt; because I forgot to bring my ruler and protractor so I was automatically wrong on the last test. T_T Sayang, vectors and scalars was kinda easy for me pa naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview with Ms. Alcantara was the only thing we need to complete the article. We went to the newsroom first and Mr. Luna talked to Ayyah about their Odyssey play. We also watched the &lt;i&gt;"The Necklace"&lt;/i&gt; mini-movie that the last batch of Justice did for their report in English. And it was kewl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got to intreview Ms. Alcantara and went home. However, I went back to school again. I had to do my sports article and I couldn't use the computer at house. So I looked for Mr. Luna so I could borrow the newsroom's key from here. I was kinda nervous to ask him &lt;i&gt;pa nga&lt;/i&gt; because I know Mr. Luna sort of dislikes me. But he quickly gave the key to me. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was alone in the newsroom when I did my article. I was alone for ablout two hours. There was an eerie silece and the noise only errupted when Remo, Adrian, Ginnique, Galman, and Gilbert entered the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out for a while to get Bro. Fred's ID to have it scanned. When I got back, I saw Galman in front of the computer. He told me that he accidentally kicked the switch of the AVR so the computer was shut down. I hadn't save my article but it was okay because of the MS Word's autorecover feature. I had resumed my work for quite a while when I remembered something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hala!!" I reacted violently. It was because when I opened the newsroom earlier, the computer was nalready turned on, and Adobe Pagemaker was open. The layout of &lt;i&gt;The Gatekeeper&lt;/i&gt; was probably being made by Mr. Luna before I used the computer, and the file seemed to have not been saved yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, wala na yung file. Wala na yung page layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galman's face cannot be deciphered. He was red all over. We teased him, saying "Hala ka!" Nako, lagot siya kay Sir Luna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Luna came back after a while. We were all saying &lt;i&gt;"Lagot ka!"&lt;/i&gt; and Galman was red again. And he started to narrate what he had done in a LOL-some English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, I did something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I used the computer... And then, I accidentally kicked the AVR. And then.. the computer shut down..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And then?" Mr. Luna asked patiently, his voice was like, &lt;i&gt;'Anong meron dito at anong keme ng taong ito?'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And then, I turned it on... And then, I used it again." He said in a as-a-matter-of-fact voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And then...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the one who broke the ice. (Okay Galman, it's my fault. XD) "E Sir, yung file po ng layout yata ng Gatekeeper, na-save na po ba?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi pa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lagot.&lt;/i&gt; "E nawala po nung namatay na yung computer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Luna was silent. We shot Galman a teasing look. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued my work and I could sense Mr. Luna staring on what I was doing. When I glanced at him, parang na-shock ang mukha and he was staring blankly on the monitor screen. Galman was silent too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galman said sorry, and Sir Luna told him it was okay. "Okay lang 'yon. Edi kung galit ako sana nagmumumura na ako diyan!" He half-joked. I asked Adrian in a whisper if he thinks Sir Luna was mad or something. "Naghihinayang. Nagawa na kasi yung paunang layout e." He mouthed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung medyo "naka-recover" na si Sir Luna, nagbibiro na siya. "Okay lang 'yon Galman. You know me. Hayaan mo, kapag naggagawa ng Gatekeeper, maaalala kita. &lt;i&gt;'Ay, si Galman, iyon yung nakabura ng layout.'&lt;/i&gt; O kapag ginagamit ko yung computer, iingatan kong 'wag masipa yung AVAR. Tapos kapag makikita ko yung class record ko, sasabihin ko, &lt;i&gt;'Galman? Sino 'yon? Basil ba 'yon? Ah oo, yung nakabura ng pinaghirapan kong layout!'&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala na. Markado na si Galman kay Sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title na lang yung kulang dun sa sports article ko so I let Ginnique use the computer to do the layout. Galman was still quiet, while the rest of us started to tease and chat with each other. Nandon na rin yung mga Juniors and we were teasing Jeje because she types in such a slow manner. When suddenly, Ginnique told us the she accidentally kicked the AVR's switch too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the top. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagbibiruan kami mayamaya. Ang kulit nga ni Sir e. Super tawanan at okrayan kami. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels nice. I mean, having to talk with Mr. Luna. I've already said that he is my &lt;i&gt;'idol'&lt;/i&gt; and I really think he is such an awesome teacher and I honestly want to be like him someday. He is one of my model teachers, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, I could really feel Mr. Luna's indifference towards me. He was giving me cold treatment, actually. Sabi kasi ni Eday, ayaw daw ni Sir sa mga madaldal, lalo na at wala namang ibubuga. That's why I wanted him to be my English teacher in my senior year, so I can prove myself to him, so I can show him that what he thinks of me is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that day, I got to joke and chat with im. I also notice that he calls me with my name (Nobleza), unlike before that he seemed to avoid referring to me. It seemed that his dislike for me is gone now. Well.. I think? : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super okrayan. Pati nga yung mga teachers, pinagkwentuhan namin. Lalo na yung mga matatandang teachers. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nearly six o'clock when we decided to go home. Actually, we didn't still want to go home, but mr. Luna was pushing us to do so because we still have exams the next day. Napagkwentuhan pa nga ang grades ng Basil. E hindi kasi mataas magbigay ng garde si Sir. You're lucky if you'll get a line of 9 from him. It only means that he thinks you are really good. He also give student works that 'normal' teachers in our school don't give, like the thesis. And super effort on reports, plays, and presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung napagkwentuhan ng namain yung mga teachers, sabi ko, sayang at hindi ko naging teacher na gusto kong maging teacher, like Ms. Rellosa and Bro. Ador na kilalang mahihirap maging teacher. Sabi ni Sir, "Naku, you missed a part of your high school life. [...] Admit it, they've became part of your lives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agreed. "Kayo din Sir, syanag, hindi ko kayo naging teacher."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said something that means like I was lucky. &lt;i&gt;Hindi rin&lt;/i&gt;, I thought. Aanhin ko ang mataas na grade na binigay ng teacher na halos wala namang naidagdag sa kaalaman ko? Aanhin ko ang exam na madali kung halos wala namana akong natutunan? Kaya nga &lt;i&gt;"naiinggit"&lt;/i&gt; ako sa mga handle ni Sir Luna. I didn't even know how to make a thesis pa nga e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I missed the half of my high school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumabas na kami ng newsroom. Nasa labas si Sir Liwag na nanlibre ng mais sa mga Juniors. Daya. Di man lang kami dinamay. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday (September 18)&lt;/strong&gt; was the last day of exam. The exams were easy. Well, except for Math. The first part in Math was really a chicken. Sabi ko nga, I might even get a high score on that. But when I got to the last part, I got really confused. And complex kasi ng given e. It was probably a trick question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to school earlier than the other days. I gave instructions to Argame about the basketball match of LDSP varsity with Perpetual and Liceo de Cabuyao. We were waiting for mr. Luna. When I see Jaymiriz, I asked him if he saw Mr. Luna because I need to use the computer at the newsroom to type Remo's article. He said he had the key so he gave it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nang umalis na sila Argame, biniro pa nila ako na baka daw may "makasama" ako sa newsroom. I just grinned at them. well, the newsroom was believed to have some &lt;i&gt;beings&lt;/i&gt; because it wasn't really open to the students during the former paper adviser's 'reign'. Even staffers rarely get inside before. Ngayaon lang natambayan ito ng mga estudyante. But I didn't entertain the though as I was working alone. Hindi naman kasi malakas ang mga pakiramdam ko sa mga bagay na ganyan and hindi rin ako lapitin ng mga supernaturals, even I would like to see one. I believe that they won't really bother you if you won't scare yourself. Well, the calm ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finished typing Remo's article, I browsed the other articles. Pinakialaman ko na ring i-edit because yung iba e mali-mali yung grammar and sentence construction. Lalao na yung isang editorial article. alos ni-revise ko na nga e. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gereard accompanied me during their recess, but went back to his classroom when his last exam was about to start. Bumalik din siya at nag-FS pa. Ayun, biglang pasok ni Sir at nataranta siya. Haha! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginamit ni Sir yung computer because he would be doing a presentation yata. Ayyah ang REmo arrived later, as well as Marlon. Ibinunyag pa nga ni Remo ang isang nakakahiyang pangyayari sa'min. Actually, kahihiyan ko lang pala yun. Sheda, 3 times na nagyari yun! And they enjoyed themselves laughing so hard as Remo narrate the embarrassiing incidents. Waaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos naalala ko na nandun din pala si Sir Luna, so narinig din niya. SHEDA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umuwi na rin kami dahil sabi ni Sir e matatagalan din siya sa computer. Niloko ko pa si Remo na sasama ako sa bahay nila. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday (September 19).&lt;/strong&gt; We are the choir for the mass today. I told them to come to school at 2pm, but I reached the school at 2:45p. When I got there, Bart and Gerard were the only ones there. Well, Basil have a practice for Odyssey play and they would probably come at 4pm. What happened to the others. Oh great. x[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arbu came at 3pm. The others weren't still around. Those three were talking about... erm, obscene things. *rolls eyes*Well, they're boys anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others came nearly at 4:00. Maaga naman palang natapos yung practice ng Basil, hindi pa pumunta ng maaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Adrian came, he was about to gather everyone for the meeting. Well, we're supposed to hava a meeting today at tanggalin na rin yung mga hindi umaattend. But I stopped him and talked to him at one corner because we hadn't still talked to Sir Bautista about it. Sabi niya, hindi na magtatanggalan, pagsasabihan na lang. Pero kulang-kulang din naman kami, wala pa rin yung mga karamihan ng mga madalas na hindi umaattend. So the meeting was posponed and we practiced instead. Sinita ko pa nga sila Eday dahil naka-shorts at naka-tsinelas, e bawal 'yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the church and the mass started early. Si Jas ang tumugtog because Sir wasn't around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the homily, Adrian borrowed a notebook para patungan nung papel niya. I gave him my "notes notebook". He began reading it. Tapos, nandun pala yung isa kong sinulat ko for a post in my Wordpress blog. Since my WP blog contains personal things, that note is somewhat private. Well, okay lang sana kung ibang tao ang nakabasa nun, but--though it wasn't mention in the note--Eday was involved with it. I tried grabbing it away from him but his arms were long and mine were short. So ayun, nabasa na niya rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sus. Parang 'di ko naman nasubaybayan ang buhay mo." He told me, a hint on understanding in his voice. Ewan ko lang kung anong naisipi niya dun sa note na iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baka wala daw pala siya next Saturday because of TOBS. He was included for the Nationals. Prizes include Php 10, 000, and recognition in school. And it would really be a great honor for him and for the school, as well as for our region. Sabi niya nga, managinip daw ulit ako. Haha I would really be praying for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaso, baka wala daw siya sa district presscon. E sabi ni Sir Luna, 'pag nakatanggap kami ng mememo, kasama kami sa district. Kapag hindi, derecho kami ng divison. Kaya sana walang kaming makuhang memo! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko nga kay Eday, buti muka namang okay na kami ni Sir Luna at nakakausap at nakakabiruan ko na. Before kasi, "galit" daw nga sa'kin yun. E ayaw nga kasi ni Sir yung madadala na wala namang maipagmamalaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eday:&lt;/b&gt; E bakit ako, madaldal rin naman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; "E magka-iba naman tayo. E syempre, alam naman niya siguro na marunong ka naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eday:&lt;/b&gt; E bakit ikaw, marunong ka naman ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; E syempre... siguro 'di niya alam. akala niya puro dada lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eday:&lt;/b&gt; Pero kung star ka... &lt;i&gt;He trailed off.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Anyway, okay naman na siguro kami ngayon. Kita mo naman nung Thursday, nakakausap at nakakabiruan ko na. Dati 'di man lang ako pinapansin nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It feels good, because my friends--especially Eday who is one of my closest friends--thinks of me as smart even I now belong in the non-star. That he considers me as one of them too. Somehow, I feel good. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on the mass, I saw Ayyah still quiet at the corner. I gave Adrain a puzzled look because Ayyah's still acting weird. He told me it was probably because almost everyone in Basil is kinda mad at her. I didn't have the chance to why because Ayyah was already crying silently after the Communion. I asked her what the problem is, but she won't tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Basilians weren't asking as I comfort Ayyah. I mean, hindi sila nang-iintriga. And it's something weird. I asked Ablay what had happened and he told me that Ayyah was late for the practice that day and they hadn't done much. And I couldn't comment on that. I know Ayyah was wrong, but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayyah bid me goodbye. She won't be coming with us at the 7-eleven. Nasita pa nga ako ni Ate Beth (Music Ministry President) about dun sa mga naka-shorts. Pinatago ko nga sila Edya. E sabi ko, pinagsabihan ko naman sila,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to 7eleven. Poor nga kami, walang pera. Kaya't slurpee na lang ang binili ang then we talked about the Noli play the Juniors watched that morning. Mas magaling pa nga daw sila Eday last year kaysa dun sa pinanood nila e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home at 7: 35. And I went home happy. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is fool of schoolworks. We're rushing on many things, especially in Gatekeeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I like this kind of pressure. I mean, this is where I am somewhat good at. Even I seem to do the tasks of the president in the Lingua Franca club. I like it. I like being useful. I like being able to help. I like this, because I don't feel unwanted and unappreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Originally done on September 19.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-7471325065406288535?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/7471325065406288535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=7471325065406288535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/7471325065406288535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/7471325065406288535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/09/internet-deprived-days-and-schoolworks.html' title='Internet-deprived Days and Schoolworks'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-5605457275304877812</id><published>2009-09-20T14:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T14:44:21.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>To Move, or Not To Move?</title><content type='html'>I had been thinking of abandoning this blog for a quite long time now, and make another account in Blogger. I mean, there is "something" in here that I wanted to leave. I don't know what it is, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I should leave ♥ banat ni nene ;] when it reached it's first anniversary. Or maybe on March so college life would be separated from here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. Don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-5605457275304877812?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/5605457275304877812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=5605457275304877812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/5605457275304877812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/5605457275304877812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-move-or-not-to-move.html' title='To Move, or Not To Move?'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-1444539564261580556</id><published>2009-09-09T21:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:15:31.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Warning:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Angsty post ahead. Lots of pathetic ramblings too. Go click the 'X' button if you don't want to hear stupid stuffs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having severe blows in my self-esteem lately. The feeling of thinking too lowly of myself is back. I hate this kind of feeling. I hate having too little self-worth. I hate thinking badly of myself as everybody does. I hate it, I hate the feeling of wanting to turn back on myself as the world does. But I can't help it. Self-esteem is being pretty much shaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raised in a seemingly indifferent world, I couldn't help to be shaken by insecurities. No, I am not shy or anything. In fact, I could be branded as one of those "shameless" people. Makapal ang mukha, 'ika nga. But despite the carefree and confident personality I have, there is still a very little part within me that is filled with anxieties and worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned to love myself because at the end, when the world turn its back on you, when even the people you thought you could trust starts to leave you, you will have nothing but yourself. I learned to console myself when everybody seem to despise me, to tell myself that everything would be okay when everyone seem to talk at my back, to hold on to myself when everyone seem to abandon me. I have nothing but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has always been so unfair. People has always been so cruel. I tried hard to fit in. I tried hard to belong. I struggled hard to be in the place I am standing right now. But when I thought that I became already accepted, when I thought that everything is real, when I thought that I found the people whom I could trust, the painful realization hit me. I am still an outcast, and will always remain as outcast. An unwanted person. Tag-along. Sabit. Singit. Extra. Panakip-butas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I couldn't ask myself why I was born like this. Why I was born in a callous family? Why I didn't had parents who could understand me? Why I became a product of a broken home? Why I wasn't born rich? Why am I not beautiful at all? Why I am so small and people seem to think so little of me? Why everyone seem to find wrong in my every move? Why am I just too stupid? Why I couldn't do anything good? Why I couldn't just fit in, no matter how hard I try? Why? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've always known the answer to those questions: simple because I am &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;. I was born like this and nothing can change that. This was the plan for me. And no matter how hard I wish, I couldn't do anything about it but accept. Because this is the life I have to live. The path I have to take. This is my fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The depression is slowly eating me up. Outside, I am pretty much okay. But the inside of me is getting hollow. My mind is empty. Blank. Dark. The pain is gnawing me to the point of feeling numb. But numbness isn't any help at all. The numbness just make everything more painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to be alone because when I am alone, I think of morbid things. When I am alone, all I wanted is to cry. Self-pity is a tempting companion. I wanted to shout, to curse everyone, to hate the world. But I can't. I couldn't hate the people I learned to love. And besides, the world has nothing to do with this. I could hate the world, but nothing good will happen. Nothing will change. It won't stop spinning for me. The people around me aren't the problem; it is just me. Just me. Me and my pathetic life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always say I am happy in my life. That no matter how many obstacles come in my way, I could always stand up. But if I were give a chance to choose what kind of life I like to live, what kind of parents I want to have, I don't know. I probably won't choose this life. I would probably grab the chance, even it means throwing up everything that I have. But of course, I couldn't tell that. I've always love the people around me, the things that had happened to me, no matter how good or bad it is. But when it is the people around you that's killing you slowly, when everyone let go of your hand even you want to hold on, would you choose to continue grasping the thin thread you are holding on? Or let go to end the pain?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-1444539564261580556?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/1444539564261580556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=1444539564261580556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/1444539564261580556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/1444539564261580556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/09/depression.html' title='Depression'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-6996056210352140903</id><published>2009-09-09T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:14:24.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mama Mary!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Mama Mary's birthday. Happy Birthday Mama Mary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, in our Religion class, we were asked to make a letter/poem/drawing for Mama Mary's birthday. I decided to make a poem. I got a pretty nice grade because of that (maybe because I am the only one who made a poem in the class. LOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my copy was lost. Too bad. Until last Sunday, I was cleaning the side-drawer of my arm chair where I keep my my paper clutters and pictures and I saw the copy of the poem! Yatta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here it is. It just did some minor revisions because my I noticed some grammatical errors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I was walking at the busy street&lt;br /&gt;With my mind confused and my body weak&lt;br /&gt;Until my feet brought me to a building&lt;br /&gt;A special place built for Someone worth worshiping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stepped inside, feeling awkward&lt;br /&gt;Seeing those people kneeling, eyes cast upward&lt;br /&gt;Hesitatingly, I knelt like them at the soft cushion&lt;br /&gt;With closed eyes and clasped hands, I fell into deep meditation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my eyes, and saw a lady with face so immaculate&lt;br /&gt;Mounted on the moon whose light is so great.&lt;br /&gt;She is clad with a beautiful rode as radiant as the sun&lt;br /&gt;With twelve twinkling stars as her crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is hovering near the crucifix&lt;br /&gt;Next to the Man nailed on the cross, looking at His face&lt;br /&gt;I concluded that She was the one called "Mediatrix"&lt;br /&gt;So began telling Her my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Her about myself, my problems&lt;br /&gt;About my worries, about my struggles&lt;br /&gt;And as I tell Her about my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;My anxieties drifts away as I heard Her sweet voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My child," She said, "Our Father gave us problems to bear&lt;br /&gt;To make us stronger for He truly care."&lt;br /&gt;She smiled heavenly and wiped away my tears&lt;br /&gt;And I felt better for she had cast away my fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Her if She could pray for me to God&lt;br /&gt;She smiled sweetly again and gave me a nod&lt;br /&gt;I finished my prayers to Her Son, our Savior&lt;br /&gt;And walked out from the Church with a smile to savor.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am studying in a Catholic school, we celebrate Mama Mary's birthday in school. The celebration is just simple. We didn't prepared a class party, unlike what we do every year. I think almost every fourth year class had a party, except us. DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the living rosary the school does every year. And the balloon-rosary thing. Most of the balloons got tangled on the big acacia tree we had in school, though, and some even went down because of the heavy rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned to watch a horror DVD again, this time in Kolleen's house. Nag-iinarte na naman si Jette. LOL. Sa kanya pa naman nakasalalay ang lahat because if he won't come, Steni won't come too, and my decision depend on them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, siguro naman matutuloy kami because Jette was asking about the details. Nag-iinarte na naman lang siguro yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday again, Mama Mary! Anyway, I think Mama Mary is 2014 years old or something? I'm not quite sure. I didn't heard Bro. Ador clearly when he said it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-6996056210352140903?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/6996056210352140903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=6996056210352140903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/6996056210352140903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/6996056210352140903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-mama-mary.html' title='Happy Birthday Mama Mary!'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-7978311979960267839</id><published>2009-09-07T15:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:07:04.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Be Less Skinny</title><content type='html'>Being a small girl, I am skinny too. Well, not so skinny unlike other small girls that looked like a toothpick and would collapse after a flick of a finger. I don't look like a blackboard either; I still have curves in the right places. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I am underweight. I am four feet and eight inches and I just weight 37 kilos. I could remember that when we were taking our weight in PE, everyone was waiting for my turn. I am the second to the lightest in the class, the other one was 36 kilos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always pretty contented with my "figure". I'm not too skinny (well, for me), and not fat. My body size is quite proportion to my height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was getting a little plump. My waistline became two inches bigger, before it was 22 inches (yeah, I know it's still too little). Until we went to Jette's house and saw myself in their mirror. My cheeks looked hollow. I mean, I looked skinny! Really. I thought it was just their mirror or something but when my relatives saw me, they commented that I looked skinny. My classmates noticed that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't notice myself being skinny. I mean, I thought my size is just okay. Getting a little plump, even. No, I am not having anorexia nervosa or something. I don't really fear gaining weight as long as it looks proportion to my height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the reason why I am losing weight is because I usually stay up late because of computer, and wake up early, resulting to few hours of sleep. I barely eat too; there were even days when I only eat once a day. I skip breakfast because I'm usually late for school, then I usually doesn't eat at school at all. Dinner was neglected too because I'm too busy using the computer, or I'm so tired from school that I sleep right away upon getting home, or I am just &lt;i&gt;lazy&lt;/i&gt; to eat. The only meal I got was lunch; I couldn't skip it because Mama is here during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've got a new goal: be less skinny. Less skinny, and not &lt;b&gt;fat&lt;/b&gt;, okay? I don't want to be fat, no, it wouldn't complement my height. I just want to regain the plumpness of my cheeks and not look like a malnourished kid. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few days, I am trying to eat a lot. I'm trying not to skip breakfast and I eat extra servings of meals. I also try to sleep earlier than my usual sleeping time and just wake up early for my computer use and also so that I can cook my breakfast. I'm also trying to have some exercise so I could lose the extra fat in the tummy &lt;s&gt;(but isn't that contradicting my goal to be less skinny? LOL)&lt;/s&gt;. Yeah, I am trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Maybe I should have some little fat in the body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-7978311979960267839?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/7978311979960267839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=7978311979960267839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/7978311979960267839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/7978311979960267839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/09/operation-magpataba.html' title='Be Less Skinny'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-4586359445315411433</id><published>2009-09-05T23:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T13:28:02.006+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>100th post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is my 100th post here in &lt;b&gt;♥ banat ni nene ;]&lt;/b&gt;. Oyea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blogspot has reached its one hundredth post after nine months of being established. Hoho. And its anniversary is just three months away! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping a blog is awesome and totally helpful. I have an online diary where I could put my opinions, updates, and everyday happenings. I feel better because of that. The comments that readers make on the posts makes me know their opinions and response on what I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, whenever I need to remember the date when a certain thing happened (like when I made a narrative report on the Glee Club or when I argued with someone about something that happened), I could just look it up on my blog. Totally cool, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging improves my knowledge in CSS whenever I edit the blog code. I know I am not still that good, but still, I learned a lot. I had a zero knowledge in CSS before and was only able to make simple HTML code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatuwa. Blogging is really an awesome hobby. Medyo nakaka-adik lang nga. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I am worried because in this blog, people--even anonymous ones--are able to read the things happening to me. Isn't that invasion of privacy? Pero okay lang. I blog and I know the consequences of it. Besides, wala naman nang private sa buhay co e. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for me, people blog because of certain reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;First&lt;/b&gt;, gusto nilang magpapansin (There's nothing wrong with that, okay?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Second&lt;/b&gt;, wala silang magawa at naghahanap ng pampalipas oras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Third&lt;/b&gt;, they want to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;b&gt;fourth&lt;/b&gt;, they need some place to rant and babble.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, unfortunately, I fall under all those reasons. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward for more posts of mine here. Thanks for keeping up with my babbling!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-4586359445315411433?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/4586359445315411433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=4586359445315411433' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/4586359445315411433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/4586359445315411433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/09/100th-post.html' title='100th post!'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-3194512428767484923</id><published>2009-09-05T12:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T12:58:50.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Nicknames</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;(Copied from my other BS blog because I would be deleting it soon.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My complete name is &lt;u&gt;Ivy Bernadette Concepcion Nobleza&lt;/u&gt;. My mother’s name is Irene and my father’s name is Bernard so perhaps they decided to name me after the first letters on their name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born on eighth day of December 1993, Wednesday at Jose Fabella Hospital. I have lots of connection with religiousness. My birthday is the Feast Day of Immaculate Conception—and my middle name is Concepcion—and I was named after the girl who saw her, St. Bernadette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m contented with my name unlike those who wanted their name to be changed. I think Ivy Bernadette is quite unique name. Well, I like my &lt;i&gt;first&lt;/i&gt; &lt;s&gt;(and second)&lt;/s&gt; name, but I don’t like my surname that much. I like Concepcion better. If I have my mother’s name instead, it would be Ivy Bernadette Rivera Concepcion. Sounds pretty cool, right? And I would be one of the first ones when we are asked to arrange ourselves alphabetically in school. Plus it will sound nice if ever I get married and have &lt;i&gt;C.&lt;/i&gt; as my middle initial rather than &lt;i&gt;N&lt;/i&gt;. Parang ang sagwa kasi ng middle initial na &lt;i&gt;N.&lt;/i&gt; e. But anyway, it is my name now so I can do nothing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people call me Ivy. No one ever called me Bernadette. Oh! I remember one person who called me that—my Math teacher when I was in third grade. But I wish someone would really call me Bernadette. Not that I don’t like Ivy, I just don’t want my other name to be neglected. LOL. Maybe it was because it is mouthful so people call me Ivy instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I find my names hard to… elaborate. I mean, when we have a project on school where you could put your name on it, &lt;i&gt;Ivy&lt;/i&gt; is a very short on and hard to put a design on. While &lt;i&gt;Bernadette&lt;/i&gt; is too long. I just use my other names instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I tried to remember other names—the names some people call me and the names I baptized for myself—and their history. Brace yourself and get ready to memorize them ALL! PWAHAHAHAHA!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;ai-chan&lt;/b&gt; - This is the name I prefer to be called online. But unfortunately, few people call me this way; they’ve been used with some other names (like Chibivy). They still recognized me as Ai-chan, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;ai-vee bhernadethe&lt;/b&gt; – I just add some &lt;i&gt;kaartehan&lt;/i&gt; with my name and this is the one that turned out. Cool, isn’t?&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;Animony (Rose)&lt;/b&gt; – This is my very first alias. I used this since I was, what, Grade One, I think. Seriously. I think I got this from the anime &lt;i&gt;Magic Knight&lt;/i&gt;. I was so fascinated with this name that I even baptized myself as &lt;i&gt;‘Animony Rose Delos Santos’&lt;/i&gt; (the surname was just a random one) and even gave some of my friends when we play or give letters to each other a name starting with letter ‘A’. (like Aume, Anaranae, Akiro, Ayasminia, and Azolaida. Very corny.) But I didn’t use this name now, it’s pretty much forgotten. =/&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;Aybi&lt;/b&gt; - This is actually how people pronounce my name. Like, duh? Can’t they pronounce it as &lt;i&gt;Ai-vi&lt;/i&gt; as in &lt;i&gt;violin?&lt;/i&gt; Anyway, it’s fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;Bata&lt;/b&gt; - Mr. Dela Vega, my English teacher when I was a sophomore who was the closest teacher to me ever &lt;s&gt;because I am his pet&lt;/s&gt;, was the one who called me this. It is because I am so small, and it was also what he called to his friend in college who was almost as small as me. And soon, my classmates in second year call me this way. Some still call me this name until now.&lt;br /&gt;* Bhing – the nickname my mother gave me. Some call me this, too. Nevertheless, this is one of my identification.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;Bi/Bhi&lt;/b&gt; – What people call me when they too lazy to say my &lt;i&gt;two&lt;/i&gt;-syllable name. =|&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;chibivy&lt;/b&gt; – Ayyah was the one who baptized me with this name. She combined the word ‘chibi’, which means small in Japanese, to ‘ivy’ so this is the product. She had severely teased me this name—telling people to call me this—and we were chatting in the I:U chatbox when she told Iori this name. Soon, Iori-niichan, called me this name and the other I:U members as well. At first, I kinda have a mild aversion on this name, but people are calling me this way often that I got used to it. I found it cute eventually, so I adapted it and currently, it is my most used identity especially online. It also evolved and gave birth to many names.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;Chibaby&lt;/b&gt; – I could remember I send a text GM to Iori and he replied to me with a message like, “Ello, Chibaby!”. When I ask him why he called me that way, he said he’ll call me various names according to his mood and he was in his ‘mood’ to call me this and it is the same with Dearling (the endearment he calls to Ayyah). So he’s calling me Chibaby now, while I call him Honeyori (Honey+Iori).&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;Chibibeh&lt;/b&gt; – The first name that evolved from Chibaby. Iori is also the one who called me this; he told me because I am small and he imagined me to walk like a duck. Sama. But he doesn’t call me this now. Maybe he already forgot it. x)&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;Chibibs&lt;/b&gt; – This evolved from Chibibeh. Iori was the one who baptized me with this name, &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;. And as soon as Ayyah learned about it, she start calling me this, until now (Jeez, they’re partners in giving me names, aren’t they?). So I’m also known as Chibibs.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;danrebette yvia&lt;/b&gt; – I just scrambled the letters in my name and this is the one that turned out. 8D&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;Ibyang&lt;/b&gt; – It was a name that my mother called me when I was young, though I was somewhat forgotten. But once, out of the blue, I mindlessly told this to my third year classmates, telling it had been a typoon (really!) once. It was supposed to be a whisper, but because I have an awfully loud, shrilling, naturally high-pitched voice, the ‘whisper’ was heard by all of my classmates and they started laughing at my nickname. Soon, almost everyone called me this until now.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;ibconobleza&lt;/b&gt; – This is my oh-so-plain signature.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;Iolanthe&lt;/b&gt; – This is my registered name in I:U (well, I asked Ayyah to changed my name from &lt;i&gt;poison ivy&lt;/i&gt; to this one). &lt;i&gt;For the history, see the next nickname.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;Iolanthe Choiseul&lt;/b&gt; – My vampire name.=D I found this cool vampire name generator in the net and tried out my name. The name ‘Ivy Nobleza’ turned out as &lt;i&gt;Claudia Tussand&lt;/i&gt;. I didn’t like it so I experimented on my other name, trying out Bernadette Rivera (my mother’s middle name before she was married) and this turned out. This is one of my identification in the net and in personal.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;Iolanthe Vigée-Lebrun&lt;/b&gt; – I also used vampire name generator for this. Don’t ask what surname I used. XD It’s cooler than Iolanthe Choiseul, so it’s the one that use more frequently.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;Ivylog&lt;/b&gt; – As far as I can remember, it was Remo who called me this when we were in first year. People like adding words to my name like &lt;i&gt;‘Ivy-ngi’&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;‘Ivy-tin’&lt;/i&gt; or something like that but this is the one that really lasted for a long time. Until now, some people call me this randomly.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;kawaii_shojo25&lt;/b&gt; – It’s the one that I use in my e-mail adds. I discovered that ‘kawaii’ is a Japanese name for cute and ‘shojo’ means young girl when I was in sixth-grade (all thanks to Ayyah’s Japanese-English dictionary) and I use this since then.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;Kawaii Shojo Sakuraha&lt;/b&gt; – A more name-like name. I’ve always been fascinated to sakura trees so I used ‘Sakuraha’. I also used this name for a chief character in one of my story.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;Miyuki Kanzaki&lt;/b&gt; – One of my formal pen names. I’ve been using this name for a long time now. I used this name for one of my story, too.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;magical dreamer&lt;/b&gt; – I used this as a screen name in our LAN chat when I was in first because I frequently dream of things that eventually happen in reality. Unfortunately, I learned too soon that it was me because she knows about my dreams. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;Maple Tree&lt;/b&gt; – Ayyah is the only one who called me this name. When I asked het why she calls me this, she simply says it’s because I am small (though I doubt there’s some meaning with this name &lt;i&gt;*shoots daggers to Ayyah*&lt;/i&gt;). Well, she was depressed when she called me this—I think. I am her maple tree, and she’s my pine tree. Though this name is pretty forgotten because she seems to enjoy calling me other names. X)&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;Mommy&lt;/b&gt; – What my little sister calls me. People were always surprise whenever my sister call me this way and I could actually assume they think I have a &lt;i&gt;seven-year-old&lt;/i&gt; daughter! Haha! XD&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;momo iro yuki&lt;/b&gt; – ‘pink’ and ‘snow’ in Japanese which came from my other pen name, pinksnow.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;momo iro yume&lt;/b&gt; – Means ‘pink’ and ‘dream’.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;momo-chan&lt;/b&gt; – It evolved from ‘momo iro yuki’ and ‘momo iro yume’ and I use this until now.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;Ne&lt;/b&gt; – Short for ‘Nene’. &lt;i&gt;See Nene.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;Nene&lt;/b&gt; – It was those boys in my sophomore year who gave me this nickname. And we weren’t even close when they baptized me with this. It was because I am a little girl. Almost everyone in my sophomore class called me this and it has been one of my identification.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;Nobleza&lt;/b&gt; – What some of the teachers and some acquaintances call me, though most of them are calling me Ivy and I prefer that. But, duh? It’s too formal. I often glower to people who call me this especially those that I known for &lt;i&gt;years&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;pinksnow&lt;/b&gt; – One of my first pen names. I used this name when I was submitting my &lt;s&gt;lovesick&lt;/s&gt; poems in our school paper.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;poison ivy&lt;/b&gt; – One of my frequently used name. This is from the poisonous Ivy plant and not from the movie Batman.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;poison ivy™&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;See poison ivy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;b&gt;Vi/Vhi&lt;/b&gt; – Another nickname when people are feeling lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I have awfully &lt;b&gt;LOTS&lt;/b&gt; of name. Some of them were from my classmates, but it’s Ayyah that I should really blame more!!! She is the one who contribute a LOT in my pile of names. XD Oh Ayyah, the name creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I didn’t really mind it when they baptized me with new ones. I already have piles of name to identity ‘Ivy’ and I am certain a hell lot more will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(I am just starting to explain the things in the post ‘She Is Ivy’ and look how long this is. It just the names, uh? I still have a long way to go. XD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-3194512428767484923?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/3194512428767484923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=3194512428767484923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/3194512428767484923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/3194512428767484923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/09/nicknames.html' title='Nicknames'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-3190587158104672192</id><published>2009-09-04T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T23:06:54.594+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>New Layout</title><content type='html'>Gyaha! Finally! After months of hunting for a nice blog skin, I already found one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I originally planned to make my own skin, but reality bites, I couldn't still make one. Good thing my patience to look for a nice skin paid off, and I found this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't originally like this layout that much when I first tried it out, but when I decided to edit it and saw the result, I already liked it. And I am so proud of myself because I am just the one who edited it! I didn't asked for help. Maybe I am improving. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still looking for an awesome header, though, so the one in here is just temporary. I was thinking what photo should I put on. Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment link is at the bottom of the post, by the way, in case you didn't notice. For comments and suggestions about the layout, just drop a message in the chatbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Gawsh, my English sucks, eh?&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-3190587158104672192?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/3190587158104672192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=3190587158104672192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/3190587158104672192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/3190587158104672192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-layout.html' title='New Layout'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-4459813648888055642</id><published>2009-09-03T19:12:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T22:41:01.214+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>Yeah. Right. I'm using Facebook now and I'm one of those pretty lot of people who are going crazy over it. Facebook was even much-talked about in school. Well, it's undeniably popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My FB account had been around for a long time now. I joined the site at the moment I learned about it, but like most of the social sites I've joined, it had been stagnant for the first months. I rarely open it, I just check out on the updates and confirm friend request. I once tried playing Pet Society but didn't like it at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The popularity of Facebook in our school became widespread this August. Everyone's babbling about it. So I decided to try to browse the site. And now, I've been playing various games in it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey! Kindly add me! My e-mail address is &lt;i&gt;kawaii_shojo25@yahoo.com&lt;/i&gt; : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh176/x3QINGG--/Cookie400.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always see this camera on TV that instantly develop pictures. You know that? The one that "gives out" a photo paper after you take pictures and you need to blow the photo paper for a few minutes and the image will appear. It's really so &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; awesome and I badly want one! I really don't know what it is call but I think it is instant camera? (It was the keyword I searched in Google)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/Sp-pgwAIJqI/AAAAAAAAAhU/YDV2ooS6Kws/s1600-h/instant_camera.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/Sp-pgwAIJqI/AAAAAAAAAhU/YDV2ooS6Kws/s400/instant_camera.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377202860210005666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I heard that this brand (Polaroid) stopped manufacturing instant cameras and "film paper" something is harder to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/Sp-res3AWVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/N4qLIIbOIV0/s1600-h/instant_camera2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/Sp-res3AWVI/AAAAAAAAAhc/N4qLIIbOIV0/s400/instant_camera2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377205024029956434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this kind of camera! Does anyone know where can I buy this and how much? Gawsh, it's awesome! I'm gonna add this in my wishlist. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-4459813648888055642?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/4459813648888055642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=4459813648888055642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/4459813648888055642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/4459813648888055642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/09/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/Sp-pgwAIJqI/AAAAAAAAAhU/YDV2ooS6Kws/s72-c/instant_camera.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-1524841267415488438</id><published>2009-08-31T21:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:41:30.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><title type='text'>Malling... Alone</title><content type='html'>I went malling alone today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're suppose to continue doing the bulletin board for the English month this afternoon, but since we've already finished doing it, I went to SM Tunasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my first time to go malling alone, actually. Not that I &lt;i&gt;couldn't&lt;/i&gt; go alone, I just don't feel like going to mall without a companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I decided to go to SM today because I need to buy few items in NBS. I was able to but the spare notebook I need, plus some few pens. Then I went to Booksale and hunted for some books I could read. I bought a really cheap one. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even saw a former classmate in National Bookstore. He was my classmate form grade 1 to grade 3. I could still remember his name: Roiland P. Marinay. And then, I saw a former classmate again, back in my fourth-grade. Charmaine Gancuanco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't waved at them or something. I don't like this kind of "reunion". It feels... awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there for less than two hours. SM Tunasan doesn't have much to see. But I'm kinda happy because I was able to buy the things I needed. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-1524841267415488438?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/1524841267415488438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=1524841267415488438' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/1524841267415488438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/1524841267415488438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/08/sneaking-out.html' title='Malling... Alone'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-7636526098633096818</id><published>2009-08-29T12:39:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:54:12.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fandom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Wanted</title><content type='html'>I've been craving for a lot of things latel. Well, here's the things I want to have right now. They're listed according to rank/ necessity, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. New pair of wedges/stilettos/high-heeled sandals or shoes that looks somewhat like lolita shoes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to have a pair of lolita shoes. I don't know if the timing is good or bad, but my favorite high-heeled sandals should retire now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SpiyHy8rSxI/AAAAAAAAAgs/TgRTscTJOXU/s1600-h/broken_sandals.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SpvE0FkdABI/AAAAAAAAAhM/D_b7NqYhik8/s1600-h/broken_sandals.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SpvE0FkdABI/AAAAAAAAAhM/D_b7NqYhik8/s400/broken_sandals.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376106979324133394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite pair of sandals. They both has cracks on the sides (encircled).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought those for our prom, and because I really have this ultimate liking for high-heeled sandals, that pair was my favorite (actually, almost all of my sandals/shoes are high-heeled). I've been using that always, even if I am just going to attend a practice or something. I'm pretty accustomed in using high-heels, 'ya know, so I feel comfortable using it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because of my excessive use on that pair made it retire early. I have not noticed the cracks until my choirmates told me about it. Maybe that is why I'm a little wobbly lately whenever I'm using them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can't use them anymore because the cracks on them make it uncomfortable for me to use them. So now I am back to my old, shabby pairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a new pair to replace the broken one. I did find nice-looking ones, but there no size that fits my feet perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criteria for the would-be sandals/shoes:&lt;br /&gt;* high-heeled (of course!)&lt;br /&gt;* close-toe shoes are more preferable&lt;br /&gt;* wedges are more preferable than stilettos&lt;br /&gt;* something that looks like lolita shoes x)&lt;br /&gt;* cute design. probably ones with childish ribbons : )&lt;br /&gt;* fits in my &lt;s&gt;small&lt;/s&gt; feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I couldn't find something that I really like yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. KHR DVD with episode 66 and up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pretty crazy over KHR nowadays. I've finished the episode 1-65, watching it in the DVD a friend let me borrow. But she doesn't have the episode 61 above. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to buy my own DVD and had already looked for one in the market nearby. But the one they only have is the volume 4 of the anime, which contains the spiode 125 and up. I saw a KHR volume 3 but the summary's English is awfully bad (there is even one character named &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"baun"&lt;/span&gt; who's probably Reborn ;__;), so it's more likely that the subtitle is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. "Notes notebook"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new a spare notebook now. The "notes notebook"--which is where I write my leactures, notes, and scribbles--are pretty used up; there are only few leaves left. Second Grading has now started, and I need new "notes notebook" for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the one with the spiral on the top for easier use. MAybe I could find that in National Bookstore, but I just can't find time to visit the nearest NBS, which is in SM Tunasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Scapular&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to remind me not to do something bad. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Lolita accessories (hair clips, trinkets, socks, or the like)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Because I am just going gaga over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Lolita dress, skirts, blouse; or something that looks like one&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy and wear skirts now. Girly-girly? Nah. I just think that maybe a change in wardrobe would be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. KHR accesories, stuff toys, or plushes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw these plushes in dA which made me squeal "Kawaii!" and made my eyes sparkle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/Spu88ueqGuI/AAAAAAAAAhE/96R20khXa_Q/s1600-h/plushes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 342px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/Spu88ueqGuI/AAAAAAAAAhE/96R20khXa_Q/s400/plushes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376098331651611362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Top: Lambo, Reborn | Bottom: I-pin, Chrome&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, I don't have enough money. Well, maybe I could afford few items, but not all. I need to save money for the others. T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll visit Festi this week to hunt for these stuff. Haha. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-7636526098633096818?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/7636526098633096818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=7636526098633096818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/7636526098633096818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/7636526098633096818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/08/wanted_29.html' title='Wanted'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SpvE0FkdABI/AAAAAAAAAhM/D_b7NqYhik8/s72-c/broken_sandals.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-5790431125035791568</id><published>2009-08-27T20:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:03:05.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preparation for college'/><title type='text'>NCAE: Survived!</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday, August 26, we, the fourth year students, had taken the National Career Assessment Examination. And finally, we survived it and that dreadful exam ended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it wasn't the actual exam that was dreadful. It was pretty easy, actually (yabang!). But we peed blood and blades during the preparation for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks before the test, our normal classes were shifted to review classes for the NCAE. I think we started the review as soon as the First Monthly exam was over. Our schedule was changed, as well as some of our teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we're kinda late in lessons and haven't really taken everything we need to take up, there are so many lessons we tackled during the review, especially in Math. It was as if the teachers are trying to put in every information that they can in our mind with that little time, so effect was not very successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was in my case. I &lt;b&gt;did&lt;/b&gt; absorb information in other subjects, but Math is a different case. There are a lot of theorems and formulae to be memorized, and it was taught in such a fast pace. It somewhat made me dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, some teachers--who were probably lazy to teach lessons--just gave us questionnaires to be answer and not teaching at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lessons we had taken were the ones that appeared in First Quarterly exams. And every section in fourth year level took the same exams. And because we had different teachers during the review, different teaching styles and abilities, of course some sections and students weren't too lucky at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And probably our section was one of those "unlucky ones". The review classes just got me dizzy and confused and they were full of alien-ish things. &lt;s&gt;Especially and most especially Mathematics.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna think about the First Quarterly exam. Because of the fact that I didn't review for it and the fact that some of the lessons were new to me, I really peed blood and blades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was fortunately not late at the day of NCAE. I was late during the first and second dry-run, 'ya know, and I was told to make a five-page narrative report to state the reason why I was late during the second dry-run. Mou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dry-runs means nothing to me. Well, maybe not really "nothing", but it was quite insignificant to me. &lt;i&gt;Bahala na.&lt;/i&gt; I didn't care about it that much. I didn't review for it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the day of our NCAE, before the test started, at the time we lined up in the quadrangle, it was then that I feel excited about it. And a little anxious too. I got excited and a bit anxious for it's outcome, in what score I will get. Because it would be another step in my way to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual NCAE wasn't that bad, really. Even Math wasn't too hard. Well, if I was given two hours for the Math, I will probably get a fair score. Maybe 40 or so over 60 items. (My right answers in the dry-runs were barely above the half of the  number of items, btw. 8D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say Science was hard. Even harder than Math, according to my classmates. Well, it wasn't really awful for me. The questions were mostly "situation" types, mostly about scientific method and general science. If I were to choose between an examination like that and an exam which contains mostly Chemistry, I would choose the first. I don't know much about Chem, 'ya know, all thanks our Chem teacher back in third year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the English that I was anxious about. I need to score high on that because my course would be an English-related course, and I'm quite bothered with it. Not that is it &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; hard, but it wasn't too eay either. Some questions kinda confused me, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say some school asks for the results of the NCAE, some does not. But whatever kind of school I get into, whether they ask for the NCAE result as a requirement or not, I wished that mine will be okay. Because I want to take a course that I really like, a course that fits me right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to us fourth years! We can do it! Ganbatte!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-5790431125035791568?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/5790431125035791568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=5790431125035791568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/5790431125035791568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/5790431125035791568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/08/ncae-survived.html' title='NCAE: Survived!'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-3236792921006632457</id><published>2009-08-22T19:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T23:24:32.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contentment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tantrums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dismayed'/><title type='text'>Okay Na Sana E..</title><content type='html'>My day started nicely, but ended badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is actually my favorite day and I am always on this day of the week because I really like singing in the choir, plus I will be able to be with my close friends, who happened to be choir members too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I really looked forward for this day, as usual. There were already a number of my choir mates when I got in school. They noticed the big, long earrings that I was wearing. Ka-landian co talaga o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi na rin kami nag-practice, tutal e kokonti lang naman kami e. Instead, we talked about various stuff, ranted on that damned &lt;s&gt;bloody&lt;/s&gt; First Quarterly exams. Grabe, pati Basil din pala nahirapan. Gaah! Si Ablay nga, nade-"depress" dun sa exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinanong co pala kung ano yung nangyari sa TOBS (Top Outstanding Boy Scout) na sinalihan ni Eday. I had mentally noted myself to ask him about that because I dreamt this week that I asked him about it, at sabi niya dun sa panaginip co, nakapasok siya sa Nationals at pang-4th siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasok nga daw siya sa National. Haha! Super pray aco para sa kanya dun. Ang guess what? Pang-fourth nga siya! WAW! Nagkatotoo yung dream co? Sabi niya nga daw, managinip ulit aco na nanalo siya sa Nationals. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't still gotten over my love for piggy-back rides. Nagkukulitan kami ni Eday when he crouched and I groped him at the neck. I ended riding at his back. I was squealing like a little child as he run around, jumping up and down. Tumalon pa nga siya sa stage e, at tili-tawa aco. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; so child-like, I know. Fourth year na aco, pero gustong-gusto co pa ring napasan. Yeah. Yeah. I am so childish. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakatambay sila Jette, Alexa, at Luis sa may tabi ng flagpole. Luis called me at pinagtripan din ang aking hikaw. Haha. Tumambay din muna aco sa kanila. We were laughing so hard about the mural at the wall on the tunnel. Kamuka daw kasi ni Dolphy. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the church before 5pm. Kuya Darwin, a LDSP alumnus and former Glee Club member, was the one who played piano for us. Maingay na naman nga e, kaya saway aco ng saway. Kuya Darwin even commented nung sinasaway co sila, "Parang aco lang dati ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I remember that time when I was still on First and Second year when Kuya Darwin keeps on hushing us whenever we make noise. How fast the time flies! Ngayon, aco na ang sumasaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay pa aco nung una. I was still tolerating it at first kahit sitsit na aco nang sitsit. Pero nung bago mag-communion, na-bad trip na talaga aco. I shut my mouth and let them. Hindi na rin aco masyadong kumanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di na nga aco sumabay sa Recessional kaya nagkagulo-gulo na. Tapos nung mukang nalito sila dun sa last part at nagkamali, nagtawanan pa. Nakakabad-trip e. So after taking off the cord from the mic, I told them, almost harshly, to sit down. Umalis na nga si Kuya Darwin nang hindi man lang aco nakapagpasalamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagsimula na ang panenermon co. Nakakainis kasi. Sinasaway nang paulit-ulit, ayaw pang magsitahimik. Nakakabastos na e, walang mga respeto. Palibhasa, nakikipag-biruan aco sa kanila. I am not laying my authority that much because I don't want to be an "authority figure". Umaabuso na e. Hindi naman porke mga kaibigan co sila, pababayaan co na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was somewhat close to tears. Ganito talaga aco kapag galit, naiiyak. But I didn't cry. There was just a lump of my throat, but I didn't cry. I'm laying my "authority", and authorities don't cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, nung napagalitan saka nagsipag-tahimik. Kala mo mga maamong tupa e. Kailangan pa papagalitan muna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala na. Bad trip na talaga aco. Nakakainis kasi e. Matapos ipaalala ang tungkol sa pesteng collared shirt na ilang linggo co nang ipinaalala sa kanila pero 13 pa lang ang nagpapasa, binirahan co sila ng walk-out. I just heard someone leading the prayer as I walk down the stairs. Si Gerard yata yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked with a straight face. I felt my jaws clenching, my brows furrowing. I headed to PEAC, and forgot to ask for the sign in my prayer book. Next week co na lang papapirmahan. Bad trip aco, and all I wanted at that time was to talk to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko pa naman sa lahat, yung naba-bad trip. Ayoko kaya ng seryoso aco. Hindi aco sanay at alam cong hindi sanay ang mga tao. Ayoko ng galit aco. But I had to lay my authority. I had to be angry. I was angry, and the annoyance I felt wasn't something I could and should keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naiinis talaga aco. Naiinis aco sa mga ka-choir co at sa sarili co. Yes, I am annoyed mostly to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit nung time naman ni Ate Jen, ni Ate Beth, ni Ate Pam, hindi naman ganito? I mean, sumusunod agad sa kanila ang choir. Ganun ba talaga? Hindi ba talaga aco karespe-respeto? Don't I deserve respect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was because they "grew up" with me. Dahil matagal na nila acong kilala that's why they don't fear me anymore. Maybe it was all because of childishness. Maybe it was because they even look more matured than me. Maybe because I am small, that's why they think so little of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainis. I was looking forward for this day. I was looking forward for a peaceful, heart-touching mass, looking forward for great singing, looking forward for time with my friends. Pero nasira lang lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still annoyed when I got home, but it gradually faded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arbu PMed me in YM, and apologized. I accepted his apology, and just told him na hindi aco pupunta sa kanila para kunin yung shirts na ilang beses co nang pinapalala sa kanila; sila ang maghanap sa'kin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napatunayan co na I couldn't still hold anger for too long. Aco talaga yung taong magagalit, pero mawawala na rin mayamaya. Aco yung taong madaling amuhin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how will I act when I saw them again, or how will I treat them next Saturday. Basta, hindi na aco papayag na maulit na naman na ganito. I still don't like to lay authority, but if I must, I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-3236792921006632457?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/3236792921006632457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=3236792921006632457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/3236792921006632457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/3236792921006632457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-na-sana-e.html' title='Okay Na Sana E..'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-4630353475934330774</id><published>2009-08-21T20:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:27:23.671+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contentment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><title type='text'>Exams and Other Random Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;Bloody&lt;/s&gt; exams are over. But I don't think I will get high scores for my First Quarterly Exams. For goodness' sake, they're &lt;b&gt;hard&lt;/b&gt;. Plus the fact that I didn't even reviewed. Really, no kidding. I didn't reviewed my lessons. I just browsed my notes, but I couldn't call that as "review".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm not hoping for high scores. I wouldn't be hoping for a 90 average this grading period. I was aiming for a 90 or something average this school year, but I have to say goodbye on that this quarter. I think I won't be the top 1 in our section this grading period. Not that I really hoped, but of course, I also wished that I will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I am holding on is my recitations, and I just hope my teachers remember that when they start computing our grades. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, I sounded.. greedy for grades. Gahaman na ba aco sa grades ngayon? Medyo siguro. Pero hindi naman aco bitter. Haha. Okay lang naman sa'kin kung merong mas mataas sa'kin basta karapat-dapat lang ang grades na ibibigay sa'kin, kuntento na aco dun. I'm just going to do better next quarter, I promise that. I'm promising that to you, blog, and I'm going to put that promise in here so I'll always remember it when I read this post. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After exams, Steni and I went to Jette's house. It was actually pre-planned. Ang paalam co nga kay Mama, may practice kami sa Music e. Haha. Ang bad co!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang arte pa nga nun ni Jette e, one week din acong inasar hindi na daw tuloy. Gusto lang sigurong magpa-kulit nun. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Jette already bought the ingredients for the carbonara that we're going to cook days before kaya alam cong echos niya lang iyon. At sa hinaba-haba ng plano, kaming tatlo lang rin pala ang matutuloy. XD At si Alexa din, nasasama din pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya kami-kami ang magkakasama nung uwian. Kaso, may meeting pa si Steni because she's a S4 in CAT, and I don't know if Jette has a meeting too. Sabi co kay Jette, mauna na kami para mailuto na yung carbonara, but we end up waiting for the two. Steni's meeting ended after a few minutes--mas matagal pa nga yung pag-ikot-ikot namin kaysa sa meeting nila--and Alexa told us to go ahead at susunod na lang siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After buying some few stuff, we headed to Jette's house. We cooked &lt;s&gt;creamy&lt;/s&gt; carbonara for our lunch and toasted bread, then watch the American version of The Grudge 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi nga masaydong nakakatakot e. Kami ni Jette natatawa-tawa lang sa palabas, si Steni naman super tili. Mukang ewan lang, tinatakot yung sarili. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagkayayaan kaming pumunta sa Treats matapos manuod. Dahil nagpalit aco ng damit (maong pants + t-shirt), I couldn't wear my school shoes with those dahil ang jologs co naman. Steni borrowed the slippers of Jette's father, while I borrowed Jette's. At dahil malaki si Jette, I looked like a walking duck because of the big slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super init, grabe! Kaya naman nag-McFloat kami. And we discovered Jette's habit and we imitated him. Grabe, nakakahiya kami!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to Jette's house and Steni played a computer game. We went home at 5:15. Haha. Ang awesome din ng araw co because I spent time with my new &lt;i&gt;friends&lt;/i&gt;. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday, Ms. Bulilan (our Filipino teacher) saw me while we were waiting for Apple. Mag-uuwian na nun, e sabay-sabay nga kaming lumalabas ng school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ms. Bulilan walked pass me, she patted my head (actually my bangs), and said to me, "Ang ganda pala ng boses mo, Ivy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled sheepishly at her. After thinking why she said that, I assumed she heard me sing in the mass last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang, natuwa lang aco sa sinabi ni Miss. Kahit pa siguro nasabi niya lang 'yon out of nothing, the compliment made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually thinking of "pursuing" my singing. I would like to join a singing contest or present in school or something. A lot of people tell me to sing on stage, but I always said that solo singing is not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the kind of person who stands out in singing (or even in other things) when in groups. Pero 'pag aco na lang, wala na. Katulad na lang nung nangyari nung Foundation Day. Disaster talaga yung performance co dahil paos aco nun. I was really depressed after that that I almost swear I wouldn't sing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But singing is my life. This is God's gift for me. I know I am not as good as Regine Velasquez or what, but I am somewhat ggod in my own way. Though I use this talent in serving Him, I want this talent to grow. And I wouldn't let those failures serve as a hindrance. Though I am still scared, I &lt;b&gt;want&lt;/b&gt; to try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-4630353475934330774?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/4630353475934330774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=4630353475934330774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/4630353475934330774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/4630353475934330774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/08/exams-and-other-random-things.html' title='Exams and Other Random Things'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-6505404469980414624</id><published>2009-08-17T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:29:26.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><title type='text'>Inspired : )</title><content type='html'>Yohoow! This day is so... inspiring. Yay! I don't know, but I really feel... in l--*shot* inspired. Yeah, inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was wearing a big smile upon reaching our classroom. I don't know what's the reason why I am smiling today so much, I just feel like smiling. Maybe it was because last week was an awesome week and the after-effect still lingers in me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koleen and Jette were wondering why there's a big smile plastered on my lips. "Inspired," was the response I could think of. Waha. XD (And they still keep on guessing who my &lt;i&gt;special someone&lt;/i&gt; is. 8D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also asked Quintero and the others to curl my hair again today (landi talaga! XD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halos hindi rin naman namin nakita ang aming adviser ngayon, kahit exam na bukas. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May activity din kami sa Music na dapat e last week pa nagawa. We we're grouped into forur and each group should sing a church song. Dahil mukang hindi naman matatandaan ni Sir kung anong grupo ba kami, kung sino-sino na lang ang nag-grupo-grupo. The group who will perform the best will get an exemption for the 1st Quarterly Exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, medyo nakaka-pressure din. As the Glee Club President, our group should do good on this. Syempre, nakakahiya naman kasi kay Sir kung mukang ewan kami. ;___;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed our song. I think the former one was kinda lame. We practiced for it during recess and Music time, hanggang sa huli, sabi ni Sir e next week na lang daw kami mag-perform. x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;♥ *shot*&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid for my tuition first, and went to St. Basil's first before going home to ask for the t-shirt from the Glee Club members. I saw Adrian whirling around, and assumed he's taking care of his "documents". It's actually for the Boy Scout. He'll be candidating to be one of the 10 Most Outstanding Boy Scout. Regional lang muna yung lalabanan niya, tapos kukuha ng lima dun para isali naman sa National. (Yay! I'll be praying for you, Edz! ^^) Grabe, ang busy ng taong yun e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos cong daaanan ang St. Peter, umuwi na rin aco at natulog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back early to school. Sabi kasi ni Arsie, dumaan daw aco sa kanila before my afternoon classes for her shirt. Nakita co si Jorvina at nagpasama sa kanya papuntang Basil. Super sara naman ng room nila at nung nakita aco ni Adrian, sinabi niyang wala sila Arsie at nanunuod ng Debate. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matapos makipag-chikahan ng kaunti kay Eday, nagpaalam na rin aco. Pero bago yun, yumakap muna aco sa kanya ng mahigpit. Haay, nakaka-miss si Eday ngayon. Palibhasa ang hectic ng schedule ng taong yun, super busy kaya minsan na lang kami magkita. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked our quiz on Science today. I was actually wondering what kind of alien-ish things Mrs. Suinan was saying so I asked the others if it was the questionnaire that we answered last Friday. It turned out na iba palang questionnaire ang dini-discuss ni Miss! Kaya pala puro mali kami e! Inulit tuloy namin ulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatuwa nga si Mrs. Suinan e. Nakakabiruan namin siya kaya nakakatuwa. Dati talaga, akala co super serious yun na mala-terror na bawal biruin. Pero nakikipag-asaran pa siya sa'min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magaling din siyang magturo. Mabilis nga lang minsan, pero marami talaga acong natututunan sa kanya. Dati, kahit nung hindi pa aco nagha-high school, sabi co, ayoko ng Physics dahil puro computations. Ngayon, ayoko pa rin ng computations sa Physics but I don't really hate the entire subject. Nagiging interesante na nga sa'kin ang mga kung anu-anong law e ('wag mo lang talagang ibigay sa'kin ang puro conversions at computations).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala kaming teacher sa Filipino, kaya labu-labo na naman kami sa room. Susme! Super hagalpakan na naman sa mga tawa! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May "workshop" nga kanina si Jorvina e. Tinuturuan namin na mag-mukang "matino" at hindi parating mukang si Sisa at Pinkaw. Pero wa epek talaga, in born na topak ng babaeng 'yun. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumating si Sir Cejero pero pinasa lang namin sa kanya yung notebook namin at hindi na niya kami pinakialaman. Kaya patuloy pa rin ang ingay. Nagpalit pa nga kami ni Ruiz ng sapatos (pareho kaming maliit, pero hindi pa rin talaga ganap na kasya ang kanyang sapatos sa aking lotus feet XD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At nung pabalik na si Jayson sa upuan niya, nagulat na lang kami ng biglang nadapa. Actually, hindi saktong term ang "nadapa". BULAGTA SIYA SA SAHIG E! Tawanan ang lahat, pati siya e. HAHAHAHAHA! SOCO!! XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-PEAC muna co bago umuwi. As I was walking home, I saw Adrian, Gerard, Remo, and Marlon on the other side of the road. Nakita rin nila aco at nagpahintay habang tumatawid sila. Si Remo, umuwi na, habang si Eday e nagyaya namang mag-7-eleven. Actually, anong oras na at kailangan co na ring umuwi, pero minsan co lang naman na makasama si Eday so I gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa 7-eleven, napag-usapan namin ang tungkol sa "future". Ang mga activities, ang Liceo, ang college life. Actually, magpi-PNU din si Eday kapag hindi siya nakapasa ng UP, at pareho pa kami ng course sa PNU--Linguistics. Pero sabi co naman sa kanya, I have a great feeling that he has a good chance of passing in UP, lalo na't Baguio naman ang second choice niyang campus at papayagan naman siya dun, so madali nang ilakad sa Diliman if ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syempre, masaya sana kung pareho kaming PNU para may kasama naman aco dun kung sakaling dun nga aco matuloy, but I'm still praying that he--as well as my other friends--will pass in UP, kahit na gusto co e sama-sama pa rin kami. Syempre, di naman pwede 'yun di ba? Ayokong maging selfish. Mas okay sana kung lahat kami ay UP, but I should be realistic. Ang liit ng tsansa co. And I couldn't afford to be selfish, especially when it come to my friends, kaya kahit alam cong magkakalayo-layo kami, I'm praying that they will pass in UP. Maganda naman ang chance nilang makapasa e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala na si Mama pagdating co sa bahay, pumasok na sa trabaho. Nag-alibi na nga lang aco kung bakit aco late umuwi. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May extension pa pala ang masasayang araw co. Haha. Sana parati na lang ganito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam bukas. Todo computer pa rin aco. Hay, PC is just too tempting. Bahala na. Hahaha! XD Good luck na lang sa'min!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-6505404469980414624?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/6505404469980414624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=6505404469980414624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/6505404469980414624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/6505404469980414624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/08/inspired.html' title='Inspired : )'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-2747600073778827364</id><published>2009-08-17T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:26:01.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unfinished'/><title type='text'>A Happy Week-End for A Happy Week</title><content type='html'>Saturday. I was actually waiting for this day throughout the whole week. Ewan co ba, na-eexcite aco sa araw na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was because I could feel na magiging masaya ang araw na ito. Na-eexcite acong mag-choir ngayon. Section din kasi namin ang naka-toka sa anticipated mass ngayon. And... lots of other reason. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went early to school today. Sabi co nga sa kanila, 12:00 pa lang e pumunta na sa school. We're going to sing for the Mass for the dead today, for Mang Jun's (the school janitor/maintenance) father. Most of my choirmates are feeling somewhat scared because of the fact that it's the mass for the &lt;i&gt;dead&lt;/i&gt;, but honestly, I feel excited. Sa limang taon cong choir, ngayon lang aco makakakanta sa patay. I haven't sang during weddings too, though I really wanted to. Hoho. Tama bang ma-excite sa misa ng patay? &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konti pa lang ang choir pagka-dating co sa school. Yay! Yung mga iyon talaga! Nung nakita naman aco ni Sir Bautista, tinanong niya yung kaya co daw mag-solo sa Tanging Yaman. Um-oo naman aco. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumunta na kami sa simbahan ng 1pm. Medyo konti nga lang kami e. Pumalpak nga lang dun sa may Opening Song kasi nagkalito-lito. Pero maayos naman yung iba. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At nag-solo nga aco sa Tanging Yaman, na kinanta sa dulo nang binabasbasan na yung... pumanaw. Okay naman yung pagkanta co. Sumabay na sila dun sa last verse. Kinanta din namin yung Pagsibol at nagsolo aco sa may Chorus. Sheda nga e, ang pangit nung falsetto co. Pero all in all, okay naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mass ended at 2pm and I let the others eat their lunch dahil galing pa sila sa practice ng cheering, tutal e 4pm pa naman ang practice for the mass later at 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakita co yung mga classmates nung third year sa gate pagkabalik namin sa school. Birthday kasi ni Honey. Imbitado nga aco, e kaya lang may choir nga aco. Kaya kahit gaano co pa gustuhin na pumunta, hindi pwede. Kasi naman, 1 hour yata papunta kila Honeylou tapos 1 hour pa pabalik. Anu nang maabutan co sa mass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super pilit nga sila sa'kin. Sabi nila, isang beses lang naman acong hindi makaka-attend ng misa. Kaya naman na daw nila yun ng yung ibang choir na lang. But I've already pondered it. Ipagpapalit co ba si God sa isang birthday? What I do is not mere singing in the mass, I am serving God with my voice. Napaka-walang kwenta co naman sigurong Katoliko kung uunahin cong magpasaya kaysa magsimba at mag-serve sa Kanya. (Waw. Ang banal co naman! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even how much they persuaded me, even how much I wanted to, I stayed in the school. Super iniinggit nga nila aco e. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil 4pm pa naman ang practice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-2747600073778827364?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/2747600073778827364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=2747600073778827364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/2747600073778827364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/2747600073778827364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-week-end-for-happy-week.html' title='A Happy Week-End for A Happy Week'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-3403889825248382582</id><published>2009-08-14T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T00:39:11.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><title type='text'>A Happy Week</title><content type='html'>I had an awesome week. Ang saya sa klase namin. Slowly, I am beginning to like my senior life. Slowly, I am beginning to like my section. Maybe it was because of the fact that I am beginning to find new friends in my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, most of our teachers didn't attend our classes, so we had a pretty lot of vacant time in the morning. Medyo maingay na naman tuloy kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual again, Steni was in our side of the room. I mean, dun sa side namin nila Jette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Catherine, dahil may sayad talaga yung babaeng 'yon at mahilig man-trip, sinugod ba naman aco tungkol sa FS ng section namin. Alam co namang nanti-trip na naman 'yun dahil me pagka-krung krung talaga yung magkambal na 'yon lalo na si Catherine, pero medyo nainis aco kaya "ginera" co. Tahimik siya e. Haha! 'Di naman talaga aco warfreak, nainis lang aco kasi nakaka-gago na e. Hindi naman aco galit, pero hindi co siya pinapansin pati na si Carmela. Aba! Trip co e! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang hyper na naman naming tatlo at may mga ketek na naman kami (buong week naman kaming ganito). Randomly, Steni thought about watching an Asian horror film because we're doing scary faces. Jette and I agreed and we babbled about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't too serious at first, until we came up with a "serious" planning. We're going to watch a horror movie at Jette's house. I suggested that we'll go on Thursday--that's the last day of exams. Ayaw pa nga ni Jette na sa bahay nila, pero alam naman naming echos lang 'yun kasi nakiki-plano na in siya and he said he will cook carbonara for us. Yay! Nakaka-excite! The three of us are getting all excited for Thursday, actually. I just don't know if it will be just the three of us o sasama sila Jayson. Batsa, dapat makasama kaming tatlo, yun ang imporatante! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magkakakumpulan na naman kami sa likod; actually, sila yung napunta sa pwesto namin ni Jette. I noticed that we somewhat formed an informal "group" (me, Jette, Steni, Jayson, Jorvina, Luis, and Dionisio) at kami ang mga nagkukwentuhan tuwing walang teacher. It felt somewhat nice, having new friends. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil nga nagku-kwentuhan kaming tatlo tungkol sa plano sa Saturday, tinanong kami nila Jayson. We told them we're planning about going to EK. Nagyayayaan kaming pumunta ng Enchanted Kingdom dati pa, pero hindi naman ganun ka-serious yung yayaan. Pero kanina, pinanindigan naming nagpa-plano kaming tatlong pumunta sa EK and the rest believed it, though they're still suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naputol lang ang kwentuhan ng dumating si Ms. Bautista for our Math. Pero nung umalis na siya, balikan na naman sa usapan dahil hindi naman pumasok si Mrs. Lopena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang lakas ng trip namin. Pinanindigan namin yung trip namin na pupunta kami sa EK sa Thursday, when the truth is we're just going to Jette's house. At naging topic na ng usapan namin ang EK. The three of us were exchanging knowing glances and grins. Sheda! Ang sama namin! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang lakas talaga ng sayad namin. Muka kaming abnormal kaming tatlo nila Steni at Jette. Muka kaming mga special child! Haha! Yung itsura talaga ni Steni, nakakatawa! Ngumingiti siya kasi na pinapahaba yung baba. Basta, I couldn't explain it. Haha! At dahil mapayat at butu-butp ang babaeng 'yun, kamuka niya si Babalu! Super hagalpakan kami! Grabe, ang lakas ng trip namin! XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagkakagatan din kami &lt;s&gt;Yes, I bite. RAWR!&lt;/s&gt; at super kilitian. Nagbubunguan din kami nila Jette at Asis. Uso kasi sa'min yung mambubungo ng walang dahilan. Asis is a fat boy in our class (there's no point of denying it 8D), and he's about more or less five times bigger than me kaya tumatalsik talaga aco kapag nagbubunguan kami. Pero super kulitan pa rin! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagyayaan na kaming pumunta sa Extension for our P.E. The third year we're having an assembly at the quadrangle and when Jeje and the others spotted me, they asked me to come down. Bautista told me we're singing for a mass for the dead tomorrow--Mang Jun's father (the school janitor), actually. Sabi ni Bau, mag-practice daw kami. So I went to Extension to tell it to the Basilians. But after thinking of it, I've decided not to practice at all. I mean, hindi naman yata si Sir ang magpa-practice sa'min, so yung mga alam na kanta namin ang mapa-practice lang. E nagmisa naman kami kahapon. Saka isa pa, may klase ang Basil at may Physical Fitness Test kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pabalik-balik aco sa MAin at Extension para hanapin si Bau at sabihing hindi na magpa-practice. Grabe as in! Super pawis na tuloy aco. Buti nakita co siya nung ine-excuse niya yung mga secong year and I told him that we'll not practice anymore at sabihan na lang yung mga members na around 12:00 pumunta sa school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumunta aco sa Basil para sabihin ang tungkol sa misa bukas. Bumalik na rin aco sa mga kaklase co after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi pa dumating agad si Mrs. Cacao, kaya super harutan pa rin. Pinagtutulungan namin ni Jette na bunguin si Asis, kahit super tumatalksik kami. Si Steni naman naglulumandi dun kay Sir De Leon na crush niya. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumating na rin si Mrs. Cacao at nag-PFT nang muli. I got 110cm in Standing Long Jump, 77mm?/cm? in Sit and Reach, and 159 in Arms Span. Yung pader nga sa Arms sapan, di co abot yung mismong nakasulat na measurement kaya sabi ni Miss tatantyahin na lang daw sa abot co. Ahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaga kaming natapos sa PFT ngayon. May mga nagpa-practice ng sayaw sa P.E. na mga first year at dahil sa pang-uudyok ni Mrs. Cacao at Sir Lacuesta, napasayaw si Asis! WHOOO! Jollibee! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nang mag-uwian na, sumabay na ulit aco kila Steni. Magkakasabay kaming umuwi for the whole week. Actually sila lang talaga yung magkasabay, nakiki-epal lang aco kasi pareho lang naman kami ng way. Nagbayad muna silang dalawa sa cashier for their tuition--yung pianapkitang two thousand ni Jette kanina na sinasabi niyang pang-EK e tuition naman pala talaga nila nung kapatid niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sabi na nga ba tuition yan e!" Jayson said so the EK-pun for him was over now, though alam naman naming alam nila na nangti-trip lang kami. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagbalik co ng hapon, ang kambal na si Catherine at Carmela e nagso-sorry pa rin sa'kin at sinunsundan co. Hindi co naman sila pinapansin. Waha! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 21/50 for our quiz on Science last Wednesday. Kasi naman, hanggang 30 items nga lang yung nasagutan co. Kung natapos co lang sana 'yon. But still. mas mataas pa rin aco ng ilang points kesa dun sa ibang nakatapos. Gaah, sayang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We answered two questionnaire today. Puro problem-solving nga yung pangalawa e. x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napansin co din na kada-4:00--yung pagitan ng Science at Filipino namin--e ang lakas ng tama namin. Hindi kasi dumadating agad ang susunod naming teacher kaya nagwawala at naghaharutan kami. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil medyo maingay (pero hindi naman ganun kalala), tinakot kaming icha-chart. Kasama daw aco, hindi naman aco ganun ka-ingay e. Hayaan na nga! Pati sila Jette daw na naglalaro lang ng cellphone sa likod, icha-chart daw. Basta icha-chart daw kaming mga nasa likod e. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Bulilan was our teacher in Filipino today. Napansin niya ngang nag-"wawala" kami every 4:00. Sa kabilang room lang kasi ang klase niya kaya rinig kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a formal theme composition today. Ang topic e yung theme para sa Buwan ng Wika. Wengkz, e ganun din yung ginawa namin sa Essay-writing contest e. Kaya halos kinopya co na lang yung draft co dun na natabi co pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung pagka-alis nila Miss, nag-"harautan" at nag-"wala" na naman ang mga tao sa room. Nagku-kulitan kami ni Jette nun nang sabihan aco ni Jayson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;""Wag ka nang maingay Ivy! Landian kayo ng landian, tapos 'pag na-chart ka, magrereklamo ka! Para ka talagang indigenous, muka kang Aeta diyang ang ingay-ingay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam co naman nagjo-jowk lang 'yun dahil nakangiti siya at nakatingin sa taas (his mannerism) at may ino-okray lang at pinapatamaan. Nakiki-ride na lang aco. Sila Fuelas yata yung pinapatamaan niya e. Eto namang si Jette, akala siya kasi parang "nagrereklamo" nga siya kung bakit siya icha-chart, e hindi naman siya maingay. Bigla tuloy pumormal at tumigil makipag-kulitan sa'kin at sabing tatahimik na siya. Tapos yun. Tahimik na at hindi na nagsasalita. I ended up talking with Steni instead dahil nga dine-dedma na ang kakulitan co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi na siya nagsalita nang buong AP time kahit super kinukulit aco kinikiliti co. Mukantanga e. Sinabi co nga 'yun kay Jayson at sinabi niya ngang sila Fuelas yung pinapatamaan niya at hindi si Jette pero pinanindigan nga ng magaling cong seatmate ang pagiging tahimik. Mukangtanga. Buti na lang nung uwian medyo okay na siya kahit papano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hinayaan na lang kami ni Sir Cejero na gawin ang gusto naming gawin nung na-check-an na yung quiz namin yung isang araw. Nagpi-Pinoy Henyo nga sila Jayson e. Pati si Sir nakisali na. Naku! Ang gulo namin! Haha! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May anticipated mass nga pala kami bukas. Yay! I'm excited for tomorrow, without an apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang saya-saya ng week co. Super kulitan kasi kami e. I'm starting to feel comfortable with my section. Natutuwa na aco sa mga kaklase co. Sana tuloy-tuloy na. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-3403889825248382582?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/3403889825248382582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=3403889825248382582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/3403889825248382582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/3403889825248382582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-week.html' title='A Happy Week'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-3432658045807799548</id><published>2009-08-13T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T13:24:34.406+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><title type='text'>Most Hyper APTA Induction</title><content type='html'>Upon reaching the school, I requested Quintero to curl my hair. Nung third year pa lang kasi, uso na yung ganun at marunong siya. May usapan kasi kami nila Ayyah at Lea na ico-cosplay (mini cosplay lang, actually, dahil kahit yung konting look lang o ugali ang gayahin) ang isang character sa ToraDora! sa Monday, at sabi nila si Taiga daw ang i-"cosplay" co. Taiga's hair was a bit wavy, so I'm going to try to make my &lt;s&gt;messy&lt;/s&gt; hair look like that of Taiga's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala naman kaming masyadong ginawa, kaya pinagtulong-tulungan acong kulutan nila Quintero, Ruiz, at Quial. I looked like Valentina from Darna kasi ang pagkulot na uso sa'min, yung parang binubuhol. My hair looked short, and they told me it would be better if I cut my hair. They're presuading me to cut my hair. As if they could convince me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi co, magpapagupit din aco kapag: [1] may matindi acong dahilan; at [2] may taong super nangumbinsi sa'kin at na-moved talaga aco sa dahilan niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nga ni Jette, pipilitan niya daw aco. Tapos sasabihin niya kila Ayyah, Lea, Adrian, Remo, Alexa and my other close friends to persuade me, too. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8am, Veloso excused me from our class para ayusin nga yung bulletin board. Tinali co yung buhok co kasi muka pa nga acong si Valentina kasi naka-"buhol" pa rin. Remo ang Alde saw me, and they thought I had a haircut dahil muka ngang maikli yung buhok co na parang shoulder-length lang. As if..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inabot kami ng past 9am dun sa bulletin board na 'yon pero halos wala rin namang nagyari at di rin namin natapos. Kase e..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English time na pagbalik co. Nagqu-quiz sila at nasa question #12 na, humabol na lang aco. Nag-aaalala aco dun sa 1-11 co, buti na lang inulit din ni Mrs. Lopena yung questions nung nag-request acong ulitin. I got 21. Actually, dapat talaga 23 yun e. Ang gulo kasi ni Miss e. Parang feeling co talaga, may mali siyang nasabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinggal co na rin yung pagkaka-"buhol" ng buhok co nung paakyat na kami sa rooftop ang everyone was "wow-ing" on me. Ang ganda kasi ng pagkakulot e, para daw acong magj-JS! Akalain mo 'yun, gumaganda ang buhok co kapag kinukulot. Muka daw acong tao! HAHA! (But still, I wasn't able to achieve the Taiga look. Tsk.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half day lang kami ngayon dahil APTA Induction of officers. Pero babalik din aco sa school ng 2:30 dahil choir aco at may mass para sa Induction. Dapat nga, pupunta kami ni Jayson kila Jorvina (dapat talaga, si Jayson lang. E sabi niya, baka daw "molestyahin" siya ni Jorvs kaya pinasama niya aco. XD) para makita ni Jayson kung pan'o i-reformat yung PC nila Jorvs, na si Jorvs lang ang gagawa, kaso di din natuloy kasi nandun yung tatay niya nandun e ayaw niyang nandun yung papa niya kapag nagdala siya ng kaklase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umuwi na lang aco at umidlip. At past 2pm, nasa school na aco. Naka-civilian nga aco e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang awesome ng pagkakakanta namin. Waw. Yung bagong member na 1st year, si Gerald Dulay, ang galing mag-voicing. Palibhasa choir na yun sa kanila e. Pati tuloy yung Ama Namin me voicing kahit dati e wala naman yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi pa kami umuwi pagkatapos ng mass. Nanuod muna kami sa program. Nang natapos na ang program, binigyan kami ng merienda. Grabe, ang hyper namin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning: "Green" language ahead. Not suitable for "innocent" and conservative people. XD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagkulang yata sa tinidor nun, kaya nanghiram si Siacey ng tinidor sa tapos nang kumain. Nung nanghiram siya kay Dulat, sagot ba naman e, "'Wag na. Lalaki aco, baka mabuntis ka!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAW. Grabe. Nagtawanan kami. Pero na-realize co, grabe talaga ang mga kabataan ngayon. I mean, green din naman talaga kami so parang wala lang yun. Kaso first year pa lang yun ah, at bagong member pa. Hindi pa lalagpas sa limang beses na nakasama namin siya sa choir. At si Siacey e third year na. Samantalagang nung panahong first year kami at bago sa High School Glee Club, hindi kami makapalag ng ganyan sa mga "senpai" namin. Oo, may biruan, pero super kuya at ate at "po" kami nun. Hindi kami ganun magsalita sa senpais namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iba na talaga panahon ngayon o. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumuha pa kami ng pansit, at ng juice. Ang adik e! Kumuha din kami ng lobo! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe! Ang hyper namin. Di co lang ma-explain. pero ang kulit namin! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw Adrian, na galing Los Baños dahil may kinuhang documents daw kaya di nakapag-choir. Ang gala talaga, mag-isa lang siya nun ah. Kinuwento co nga sa kanya yung tungkol kay Dulay at sabi niya, in a playful but somewhat serious way, na lagot daw yun sa kanya sa Sabado. Si Eday pa naman, pinapakitaan talaga ng "attitude" at "authority" ang mga taong dapat pakitaan ng "attitude" at "authority". Ganun siya. Kapag sa lokohan, mangunguna 'yon, pero kapag serious, serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi naman sa naiinis kami. Para sa'kin, okay lang naman si Dulay. Magaling siya, and he's an asset to the choir. Pero syempre, dapat maaga pa lang e matuto na siyang "rumespeto". Hindi naman sa naiis talaga kami, super natawa pa nga kami sa kanya. Pero syempre, dapat malaman niya kung pa'no pakitunguhan ang mga senpai niya. Aba, kahit pamilya at super close co na talaga ang choir to the point na super harutan kami, dapat malaman ng new members kung saan "lulugar".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll leave that to Eday. Mas kaya niya na 'yon kaysa sa'kin. I'm not good on laying "authority", kaya siya na bahala dun. Magkakasundo rin naman yung dalawang 'yun e, for sure. Good luck na lang sa Sabado. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(This post is supposedly centered on how hyper we are today, pero mas parang tungkol sa ito sa mga bagong members. Haha!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-3432658045807799548?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/3432658045807799548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=3432658045807799548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/3432658045807799548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/3432658045807799548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/08/most-hyper-apta-induction.html' title='Most Hyper APTA Induction'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-2177179931050666971</id><published>2009-08-12T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T12:47:41.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dismayed'/><title type='text'>Ow. English Week : (</title><content type='html'>We had our meeting on English Club this afternoon at 1 o'clock. I am an officer, a Fourth Year Representative actually, so I was included in the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English week is on the third week of September, but we started planning for it this early. We talked about our club's shirt, which has a conflict because the "assigned" color to English club is orange (presidents of all club had discussed about that. See &lt;a href="http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/06/meeting.html"&gt;this blog post&lt;/a&gt;.) The English teacher--which are the advisers in the club--don't like the color so they chose pink instead. Pero alam co, may naka-assign na sa pink e. But we will be using pink, nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also discussed about the bulletin board. Naku! Yung President naman kasi namen, actually, hindi... ganun ka-competent. Napagkatuwaan lang kasi siyang iboto e. He's actually a... uhm, mentally-challenged person. Not that I discriminate him, but Ginnique &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; have been the Lingua Franca President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, we talked about the activities for the English week. and to my ultimate, utter disappontment, officers can't join in &lt;b&gt;any&lt;/b&gt; contest! Dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung alam co lang talaga, sa totoo lang, tinanggihan co na lang sana ang pagiging officer. Di bale sana kung ganun kataas yung poistion co, e hindi naman. One of my plans last vacation is that I will join in every contest, especially in English week, that I can join. I was planning to join Quiz Bee, Declamation, Spelling Bee, Extempo, Debate, o kahit hindi na lang lahat 'yun, basta yung mga pwede cong salihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my hopes vanished today. Gaah. Wala acong pwedeng salihan. Pan'o yung section namin? E nung Linggo ng Wika nga, halos aco lang rin ang sumali sa'min e. Yung mga kaklase co kasi, ayaw. E pa'no sa English Week? Ano pang mangyayari sa'min? Gusto co pa namang ipakita kay Sir na mali yung sinabi niyang wala kaming mapapalanunang kahit anong contest. Na kaya namin. Na makaka-kuha din kami ng medal. E pa'no ngayon 'yan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. Nanghihinayang talaga aco kapag naaalala co. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting ended at nearly 3:30. I was already late for Science. Gusto co pa namang pumasok kasi maganda ang topic namin, tungkol sa mga sagot dun sa NCAE reviewer. E kapag ganun ang dami cong natututunan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nang dumating aco sa room, nagpaliwanag aco kay Mrs. Suinan kung saan aco galing. Hindi naman siya galit, playful yung mood niya kaya matagal pa bago aco pinapasok. Yung mga traydor cong kaklase, lalo na yung mga lalaki, ginagatungan para hindi aco papasukin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero pinapasok na rin aco. They're answering a quiz from a test questionnaire. It was a 50-item quiz, and for Pete's sake, it is recorded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hala! E hindi binigay sa'kin ni Miss yung quiz notebook co e! PA'NO YAN! 50 items yun!! Edi bokya na co!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sila Dizon inaasar aco. Iiyak na daw aco. At dahil mababaw talaga acong tao, naiyak aco dun sa sinabi nilang iiyak na aco, pero tawa pa rin aco ng tawa dahil muka acong tanga. Siguro naawa sa'kin si Miss, binigay sa'kin yung quiz notebook co at questionnaire. Pero hanggang 30 items lang ang nasagutan co. Hay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, di zero. Pero sayang yung 20 items! Sheeeet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-2177179931050666971?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/2177179931050666971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=2177179931050666971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/2177179931050666971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/2177179931050666971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/08/ow-english-week.html' title='Ow. English Week : ('/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-3723453933265880173</id><published>2009-08-11T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:09:43.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>Meme: What Do You Think Of Your Friends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ayyah Is Your Soulmate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;WUT? Ayyah, soulmate kita? Nyay! :))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoyoureallythinkofyourfriendsquiz/friends.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You truly love Adrian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Sabi na nga ba e! Alam na! Haha! Ang echos!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You consider Jayson your true friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Uy. True friend co daw si Jayson o! Haha!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that Jorvina is always thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Ikaw Jorvs ah! XD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll remember Jette for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Sinasabi co na nga ba! Ahahaha! XD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think Remo is creative, charming, and a bit too dramatic at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Woot! Totoo 'to ah!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think that Lea is colorful, impulsive, and a total risk taker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- May pagka. Haha!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think that Ablay is loyal and trustworthy to you. And that Ablay changes lovers faster than underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Loyal and trustworthy, oo. Pero changes lovers faster than underwear? WTF! XD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think Steni is shy and non-confrontational. And that Steni has a hidden internet romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Halata naman e! Itsura pa lang! Uyy.. sino yung internet romance? Alam na! :))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyoureallythinkofyourfriendsquiz/"&gt;What Do You Think of Your Friends?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Got this from &lt;a href="http://the%20pancakebatteranomaly.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aina's&lt;/a&gt; blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-3723453933265880173?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/3723453933265880173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=3723453933265880173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/3723453933265880173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/3723453933265880173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/08/meme-what-do-you-think-of-your-friends.html' title='Meme: What Do You Think Of Your Friends?'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-7891655440920703205</id><published>2009-08-10T23:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:39:24.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><title type='text'>Birthday ng Adviser</title><content type='html'>It was our adviser's birthday. Nung pagdating co sa room, inaayos na ni Jayson yung mga upuan pa-ikot sa room. They didn't attend the flag ceremony para maghanda sa taas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero wala pa yung pagkain at nandun na sa baba si Sir. Kung makikita ni Sir na paikot ang upuan pero wala naman yung handa, edi ang corny nun. Kaya pagkatapos ng flag ceremony, dali-dali na acong umakyat sa taas para sabihin ayusin muna ang mga upuan. Madali-madali kami sa pag-ayos e. Bumaba naman kaming mga officers para sa pagkain at sinabi namin sa mga classmates namin na parang ordinaryong araw lang pagpasok ni Sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga 20 minutes din kaming naghintay sa may gate. Nang dumating na ang pagkain, tumulong aco sa pagbubuhat ng pasta. Meron din kaming balloon at saka tarpaulin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking toward our room, we sang "Happy Birthday".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, the birthday itself wasn't that... lively. I mean, hindi ganun kasaya. But for me, the day was somewhat awesome dahil super kulitan kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nandun lang aco sa likod, kasama sila Jette, Steni, and the others. Si Jette, tinotopak at ayaw magpa-picture kahit anung gawin namin. Naka-gala uniform kasi siya e, baka daw sabihin na may guard sa picture. Sus! Echos niya lang yun e! x)&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/__ojMXs7p2AY/SoP9DMSib9I/AAAAAAAAAeM/Foabnsn6qf0/s1600-h/DSC05954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SoP9DMSib9I/AAAAAAAAAeM/Foabnsn6qf0/s400/DSC05954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369413412036177874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Dela Torre, our adviser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SoP9Ctvu83I/AAAAAAAAAeE/oUgN-priy10/s1600-h/Anu+ba+yan%21+May+mamaw%21+XD.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/__ojMXs7p2AY/SoP9Ctvu83I/AAAAAAAAAeE/oUgN-priy10/s400/Anu+ba+yan%21+May+mamaw%21+XD.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369413403837133682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muka kasing angek si Jayson e, umalis pa. Blurred tuloy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spaghetti at lumpia ang handa. Pero dahil ayaw co ng lumpia, yung maja yung ni-request cong kainin. Naghati kami ni Jette dun sa maja. Masarap naman kasi siya... basta 'wag mo lang titingnan. Pa'no kasi, mukang lugaw yung itsura ng maja. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero masarap talaga siya, pramis. Nagku-kwentuhan pa kami ng mga nakakadiring bagay habang kumakain, akala naman nila mahina sikmura co. Haha! Nakaubos pa aco ng dalawang servings ng maja. Yung spaghetti lang talaga ang halos di co nagalaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SoP_-nyjV-I/AAAAAAAAAfU/F1itCpbuWwY/s1600-h/Mr.+Dela+Torre%27s+Birthday+%28124%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SoP_-nyjV-I/AAAAAAAAAfU/F1itCpbuWwY/s400/Mr.+Dela+Torre%27s+Birthday+%28124%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369416632053749730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aco lang ang nakatingin at nakangiti dito ah. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kulitan na kami pagkatapos ng kainan. Picture-picture. Di naman na rin kasi pumasok yung ibang teachers namin e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SoP9DsNbBGI/AAAAAAAAAeU/p4bT87z5RLQ/s1600-h/Mr.+Dela+Torre%27s+Birthday+%2894%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SoP9DsNbBGI/AAAAAAAAAeU/p4bT87z5RLQ/s400/Mr.+Dela+Torre%27s+Birthday+%2894%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369413420604654690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jorvina looking like Haruhi Suzumiya. Hoho. Ankyut!~ Wengkz.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SoP__FbFyNI/AAAAAAAAAfc/eZiBu2G6ucU/s1600-h/Mr.+Dela+Torre%27s+Birthday+%28146%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SoP__FbFyNI/AAAAAAAAAfc/eZiBu2G6ucU/s400/Mr.+Dela+Torre%27s+Birthday+%28146%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369416640008407250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nako. Si Jette ayaw tumingin! Alisin mo nga yung lobo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SoQCZO-rLmI/AAAAAAAAAgE/W44FLt7qkA4/s1600-h/Mr.+Dela+Torre%27s+Birthday+%2886%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SoQCZO-rLmI/AAAAAAAAAgE/W44FLt7qkA4/s400/Mr.+Dela+Torre%27s+Birthday+%2886%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369419288273432162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Si Steni ang laki ng bunganga e! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SoQCaF4DKbI/AAAAAAAAAgU/GsDPAm9nLOU/s1600-h/Mr.+Dela+Torre%27s+Birthday+%28166%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SoQCaF4DKbI/AAAAAAAAAgU/GsDPAm9nLOU/s400/Mr.+Dela+Torre%27s+Birthday+%28166%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369419303009593778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Muka kang nangangarap ng gising! Sinong iniisip mo ha? ALAM NA! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SoQCYbd-kaI/AAAAAAAAAf8/IB8c14XtMLw/s1600-h/Mr.+Dela+Torre%27s+Birthday+%2847%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SoQCYbd-kaI/AAAAAAAAAf8/IB8c14XtMLw/s400/Mr.+Dela+Torre%27s+Birthday+%2847%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369419274446082466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Super effort aco para makasama sa picture o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SoP__nJTlVI/AAAAAAAAAfk/54dAW_3C65w/s1600-h/Mr.+Dela+Torre%27s+Birthday+%28167%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SoP__nJTlVI/AAAAAAAAAfk/54dAW_3C65w/s400/Mr.+Dela+Torre%27s+Birthday+%28167%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369416649060619602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yatta! Napicturan din si Jette (nasa likod co)! Itchura co naman dito, ang haggard! x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SoP9CdQ-PgI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Vl5dPxI0WqE/s1600-h/Ang+seductive+ni+Luis%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SoP9CdQ-PgI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Vl5dPxI0WqE/s400/Ang+seductive+ni+Luis%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369413399413145090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woot! Ang seductive ni Luis ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/__ojMXs7p2AY/SoP_-POGA4I/AAAAAAAAAfM/61C90QVeGZQ/s1600-h/Mr.+Dela+Torre%27s+Birthday+%28171%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SoP_-POGA4I/AAAAAAAAAfM/61C90QVeGZQ/s400/Mr.+Dela+Torre%27s+Birthday+%28171%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369416625458381698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eto pa isa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagkakantahan kami sa may side namin ng kung anu-anop. Super birit aco e. Biglang may nagpatugtog ng "Careless Whisper" sa phone. Sayaw naman kami ni Luis! Haha, super giling e!&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/__ojMXs7p2AY/SoQCZnEzjFI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ogB_F7lpKy8/s1600-h/Mr.+Dela+Torre%27s+Birthday+%28177%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SoQCZnEzjFI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ogB_F7lpKy8/s400/Mr.+Dela+Torre%27s+Birthday+%28177%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369419294741597266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Muka kaming abnormal ni Luis dito! Careless Whisper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni-video pa kami ni Koleen. Sayang, di pa naa-upload. Kapag na-ulpload na, ilalagay co yung link dito. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagkuha ng participants ng Word Game para sa Buwan ng Wika ngayon. Sumali aco, at dahil kailangan e tatlo ang kasali, hinikayat co si Steni at Jette. Napasali co din naman sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang oras ng Word Game e 1:00-3:00. Ibig sabihin babalik pa kami ng 1pm kahit 3pm pa ang balik namin, Biniro aco nila Jette na sa bahay co sila uuwi para malapit lang kami. E ang kalat kasi sa bahay e! Okay lang sana kung di makalat, e siguradong parang dinaanan ng bagyo yung bahay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung una, nagjo-joke lang daw sila. Pero nung nandun na kami sa may eskinita papuntang bahay namin, nauna pa sila sa'kin! E hinihintay lang daw ni Jette si Steni na magyaya na pauwi e, e game naman si Steni.. kaya yun, dun na nga sila sa bahay namin umuwi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala si Mama. Sarado ang bahay. Yung susi ng pinto, nasa may bintana. E nakasarado yung bintana. Super effort acong sungitin 'yon para mabuksan yun. Pati sila Jette nakitulong na rin. Siguro may 10 minutes din kaming nagta-try buksan yung bintana, nang wala sa loob cong hinila yung isa pang bintana. Sheda, bukas pala! Nagpakahirap pa kami!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa wakas, nakapasok na rin kami sa bahay. Buti hindi ganun kakalat. Bumili na lang sila ng pagkain sa Jollibee kasi kulang yung ulam na nakahanda para sa'min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nang mag-1pm na, bumalik na kami sa school. Susme, ang aga pa nga namin e! Kaya nag-ikot-ikot na lang muna kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya-maya, nagsimula na rin yung Word Game. Muka lang kaming mga tanga dun. Haha. Pa'no kasi, ang bilis ng oras. Nakaka-shock. Parang mga na-"trauma" ang itsura namin pagkatapos ng isang word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa huli, we ranked 3rd. As expected, 1st ang Basil. Naka-2nd naman ang Gregri. Ang mamaw e, ang daming nasusulat na word! Sayang nga kasi yung dalawa lang na iyon ang kuha para sa Final Round na inter-level na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagpa-ikot-ikot na lang kaming muli sa school. Pwede namang tumambay yung dalwa sa HQ dahil CAT officers naman sila, e kaso kasama nila aco. edi kung sa HQ sila, wala acong makakasama. Weet! Haha! Kaya super tambay na lang kami sa may tapat ng internet room at sinamahang sumimoy si Steni sa kanyang irog. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumali din aco ng Pagsulat ng Tula nung hapon. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatuwa ang araw co. It was awesome. I'm beginning to find new friends. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-7891655440920703205?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/7891655440920703205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=7891655440920703205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/7891655440920703205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/7891655440920703205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/08/birthday-ng-adviser.html' title='Birthday ng Adviser'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SoP9DMSib9I/AAAAAAAAAeM/Foabnsn6qf0/s72-c/DSC05954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-8101939781093743410</id><published>2009-08-08T19:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:53:48.187+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><title type='text'>NCAE Dry-Run</title><content type='html'>Today was the dry run for the NCAE of Fourth Year. I honestly didn't review last night. I stayed until 1am in front of my computer. Wala. Parang wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already 6:10am in our clock when I woke up. E sabi dapat 6:05 e nasa school na e! Grabe, super madali aco papuntang school. Akala co nga nagsisimula na. Buti na lang nagrosary pa at nakapila ang mga fourth year sa may quadrangle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to our designated rooms after the rosary and some reminders. We answered our Presonal Data Sheet, then, finally, we answered the NCAE reviewer-questionnaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madali-dali lang naman yung NCAE reviewer-questionnaire, well, compared to UPCAT (syempre!). Well, of course, beside Math. Actually, yung mga unang items e madadali lang sagutan. Okay na sana e, panira lang yung sa dulo. I've already forgotten the formula of the areas, and other various stuff that I cannot solve. Potek.  Kahit kelan talaga, panira ang Math sa buhay co!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Math, we had our recess. Tapos maya-mya, sabi mag-lunch na kami kasi isa na lang yung break. Sheda, sinabi dati dalawa daw yung break kaya mamaya pa dadalhin ni mama yung lunch co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bawal pumunta sa canteen kasi dapat talaga may baong pack lunch. E yung lunch co nga mamaya pa dadalhin e. Kaya kasama si Nanon, tumakas kami papuntang canteen. Luka-luka talaga aco. E kaysa naman magutom. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi rin aco nakakain ng maayos yung binili co kasi nag-time na. And we continued answering the reviewer-questionare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro mga past 1pm na kami natapos. After that, we exchanged our answer sheet to the other room so we can check it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the checking, the ten students who got the highest scores were announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the eight position, our section's name was said. I was honestly assuming that it was Jayson dahil may mga items na parehong-pareho dun sa NCAE reviewer ng ate niya. So I was really surprised when Mrs. Suinan called my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Akalain mo yun! Naka-eight pa aco. Sa buong fourth year 'yon ah. To think na hindi co naman pinaghandaan 'yon (Geez, I sound conceited! Haha!). Ka-tie co pa nga si Ablay e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as expected, Adrian got the highest score. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was "congratulated" and teased by my acquaintances, classmates, and friends when we got back to our room. Si Jette todo asar sa'kin e. Actually, dalawa kami ni Idul ang galing sa Alphonsus, 5th pa nga siya e. Pero nakakatuwa kasi super bati sila sa'kin. Wala lang. Haha! Thank you, stock knowledge!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-8101939781093743410?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/8101939781093743410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=8101939781093743410' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/8101939781093743410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/8101939781093743410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/08/ang-saya-co-d.html' title='NCAE Dry-Run'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-2519572727404026617</id><published>2009-08-01T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T13:01:21.044+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preparation for college'/><title type='text'>UPCAT</title><content type='html'>This is one step toward a new beginning in my life. The life I would enter in a few month's time. The thing I both dread and excite about. College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's unlikely for me to pass in the most prestigious university in the country. Having not reviewed seriously and all. I know for a fact that I shouldn't keep my hopes high, yet inside me, I wish that I will pass. I think that I &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armed with my faith in God and faith in my luck I journeyed to Diliman, Quezon City for the University of the Philippines College Admission Test. I'm counting on my stock knowledge, pure luck, and on the Good Heavens to be on my side today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama and Iverie accompanied me. On our way to UPD, Mama and I talked about college. And she said I could go to Pamantasan ng Maynila, or Philippine Normal University. Yay! College in Manila is possible now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually thinking about PNU &lt;s&gt;since Mr. Luna's taking his masterals in there.&lt;/s&gt; But the university I really target is PUP Sta. Mesa. I told that to Mama today, but she doesn't agree because that's too far and all. I suggested PUP Taguig, and she half-agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero PUP Sta. Mesa pa rin talaga ang gusto co. Siguro mapapapayag co rin si Mama, ngayong nakumbinsi na siyang sa Manila aco mag-aaral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was drizzling. We're already in PHILCOA and just a ride away from UP and several teenagers were in the same jeep we're rode. I'm sure those are UPCAT takers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was awed and dazzled when we reach the UP campus. It is so... big. I mean, hanwalak niya! Wow. I really dreaded college because I'm not yet ready to leave high school and all the things I love about it, but seeing UP, I was like... "Wow!". I suddenly became excited about college, being into a big community, meeting new people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I saw other UPCAT-takers--intelligent-looking teens, sophisticated girls who wore dresses and miniskirts--I suddenly felt fear. I could see girls that looked like they'll be attending a party, mature-looking fourth year high schools who talked with each other in English in a well-articulated tongue. There are no gangly high schools boys like those in my class, but instead, males who wear eyeglasses that made them look genius and ready to be a college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an awkward moment, I feel so simple and gauche. Wearing pants and simple shirt and plain single braid, I feel ordinary. I sure look pale beside those girls. Kung bakit kasi hindi co naisipang magbihis ng bonggang-bongga ngayon e!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so "little". I feel that I look like a "probinsyana" that stepped in Manila for the first time. I don't feel smart at all. I could almost see what I look like and what I &lt;i&gt;could&lt;/i&gt; be like in college: a loner girl in a corner, so plain and simple that one wouldn't mind to take a second look. On that awkward moment, I felt insecurity. Fear in college--not the fear I felt before, but a new, uncomfortable fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, I remembered Jette and Steni, who would be taking UPCAT is UPLB. Would it be different if I'm decided to take UPCAT in Los Baños? Would I feel this kind of insecurity and fear? Perhaps not, because I'm not surrounded by city-bred teenagers. For a swift moment, I wished I decided to take UPCAT in Los Baños, so my self-esteem won't be a liitle shattered like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thought quickly went away. I &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; and I &lt;i&gt;would&lt;/i&gt; be taking my college in Manila, in the &lt;b&gt;city&lt;/b&gt; of Manila. This is just a foretaste, I told myself, and there is yet more to come. It's better this way so I know what I will expect on college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still waited for a couple of minutes. At 12:30, the guard asked us to line up, and we went up to our designated room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting a normal room--just like what high school does--because that's what I saw in the second floor window. But we entered an air-conditioned room, the floor was stair-like like the one in American colleges. Yay! Ang cute, pang-college na pang-college talaga! (Yeah, I know I sound so childish).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is it. The UPCAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the first in line so I was seated on the corner at the back, the highest step in the stair-like floor. The proctor talked kinda fast while giving us insturction especially on the Personal Data Sheet so I end up shaking the wrong circles for my middle name. Inulit co pa tuloy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language Proficiency was the first subtest. It was actually okay, though I didn't answered about three questions. I concentrated on the "sentence arrangement", almost trying out every choices. Tapos biglang 20 minutes na lang ang natitirang oras and there were still about 40 questions left. I was panicking a bit, but I told myself to calm down. I rushed in answering the questions, but it seemed that I wouldn't make it on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the proctor finally told us to stop answering, there are still 10 questions left. Shit! Hindi co nasagutan 'yon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Science. Di co lang talaga alam yung mga tungkol sa Chemistry dun. Salamat sa naging teacher co sa Chem nung Third Year, wala talaga acong alam. Stock knowledge na lang rin yung iba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the &lt;s&gt;bloody&lt;/s&gt; Math. Gawsh, grabe! Puro radicals! E hindi co nga alam yun e! Tapos puro find the value of the variable chuva. May iba pang mga symbols na hindi co maintindihan. Naghihintay aco ng mga isi-simplify na algebraic expression (dahil iyon lang ang alam co XD), but to my dismay, wala. In short, I guessed most of my answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the &lt;s&gt;bloody&lt;/s&gt; Math, Reading Comprehension naman. It was quite okay, medyo nakakalito lang kasi halos lahat e possible answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranking of the subtests for me ("easiest" to the most diffucult):&lt;br /&gt;1. Reading Comprehension&lt;br /&gt;2. Language Proficiency&lt;br /&gt;3. Science&lt;br /&gt;4. Mathematics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, hindi siya naman talaga ganun kahirap. I mean, marami kasing nag-iisip na super hirap ng UPCAT at mga brainiacs lang talaga ang makakapasa. But it was actually the kind of exam you would expect in a university like UP. It's difficult, but not impossible to pass. Actually, kung nag-review ka talaga, hindi magiging masyadong mahirap 'yon para sa'yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E kaso ang problema, di naman aco nag-review. x[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi na rin kami nag-ikot sa UP kasi gumagabi na at umuulan pa. Sabi co, hindi kumpleto ang UP experience co kung hindi co makikita ang Oblation. Wah, di co na ba talaga siya makikita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero nung palabas na kami sa UP campus, habang nasa jeep, I saw the famous Mr. Oblation. Yay! My UP experience is complete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super traffic sa may Bicutan, kaya nagtagal pa kami sa byahe. It was already 9:30 when we reached Festival to eat our dinner in KFC. At habang kumakain, sabi ba naman ni Mama na baka daw mag-board aco kung makakapasa aco sa UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ack! Bakit ngayon niya sinabi, kung kelan tapos na? Sana pala nag-aral aco! Sheda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the only thing I feel sorry about is that almost 10 items in Language Proficiency that I was unable to answer. Madali na kasi yung dulo kasi Filipino na lang, di co pa nasagutan! Sayang yung points! Maybe, just maybe, if I were able to answer that, may kahit maliit at katiting na chance acong makapasa kahit LB lang. Tutal, English-related ang course co. Malay mo, pumasok sa quota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero hindi co nasagutan. : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College. College. I dreaded you but you excite me too. What kind of surprises and experience will you give me? Ah, I somewhat fear you. I guess I'll just savor my high school life 'til it lasts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-2519572727404026617?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/2519572727404026617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=2519572727404026617' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/2519572727404026617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/2519572727404026617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/08/upcat.html' title='UPCAT'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-6648355041405319753</id><published>2009-07-31T21:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T20:07:47.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><title type='text'>The Day Before UPCAT</title><content type='html'>They say that if you're going to take UPCAT, you should relax the day before the actual test. Well, the word "relax" was far from what I did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I didn't really reviewed seriously for the test, I was still cramming. I'm trying to feed my brain every information that I can read, and together with Jette and Steni, we reviewed for the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, cramming actually works for me. I honestly don't believe that I need to relax. Maybe that only applies to people who had reviewed for the test so that they won't lose information in their mind, and people who becomes uber-anxious about the exam that they experience anxiety-attack during the actual test. I am both not like that, so I think it's okay for me to cram. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the tryouts for Black Pillars, which is my team this Intrams (thankfully, because I was able to complete all the colors!). Yesterday, I was sure I won't be joining any event in the Intramurals, until Steni and Jette told me that they &lt;i&gt;might&lt;/i&gt; join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame Steni for this. She was the one who got the idea of joining. Sabi ni Jette, sasali daw siya kung sasali ang sinuman sa'min ni Steni. Kahit gustuhin co mang sumali, ayaw talaga sa'kin ng pagsasayaw. But since naisipan ni Steni na sumali at niyaya niya rin si Jette, hinikayat na rin aco ng dalawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After thinking about it and asking them, &lt;i&gt;"Sasali ba talaga aco??"&lt;/i&gt; several times, I decided to join too. Wala rin naman kasi acong masayang kausap kung sasali sila since sila ang pinaka-kalokohan co sa room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audition will be at 1pm on St. Basil's room, at sabi nila, malamang daw na automatic nang kasali ang mga fouth year, tutal e last year na namin 'to. Pero parang nag-aalangan pa rin aco o hindi, not because I lack confidence, but because I &lt;i&gt;honestly, really, seriously&lt;/i&gt; can't dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero pumunta pa rin aco sa school ng 1pm, going straight to St. Basil's. Wala pa sila Steni at Jette, and I told myself that I won't join if they won't come. But shortly afterwards, I saw them, and with our hearts pounding hard in our chests, we entered St. Basil's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were separated into groups; Jette and Steni were in the same group while I got seperated, sadly. Pare-pareho na kaming nagdadalawang-isip. Ah, bahala na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagpa-request kaming magkakasama na lang kaming mga Alphonsus, at pinagbigyan namana kami. So magkakasama kami nila Jette, Steni, Jorvina, Luis, at Glor. I forgot what the music is. Freestyle ang step. Nung una, muka kaming mga tangang nakatayo lang dun. Hanggang sa nagsimula nang "magwala" si Jorvina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At nagulat na lang kami nang sumunod na ring "magwala" si Steni. Grabe, kala mo nakahithit ng katol at nakainom ng droga kung makasayaw! Akala mo kawayang hinahampas ng hangin. Grabe! Ibang klase talaga si Matete kapag na-high. Daig pa XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At aco, kasama ni Jette, wala nang nagawa kundi humalakhak. Konting sayaw lang ang ginawa co, pero wala, hindi talaga siguro para sa'kin ang pagsasayaw. Okay lang, tanggap co na. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa huli, di rin aco natanggap sa audition, pati na rin si Jette. At ang naka-drogang si Anastasia Matienzo, nakapasok! Akalain mo 'yun! Isang taksil! Traydor! Haha! Magwala ba na naman e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jette and I went back to Main Building. Ang kambal na Aranas, naglalaro ng table tennis at nakigulo kami. May nakita acong raketa ng badminton, and I played with Fuelas before our afternoon classes. Kaya ayun, pawis na pawis na aco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued playing badminton even inside our room; I'm now playing with Jayson, Jette, and Ruiz. Kung saan-saan na tumama yung shuttlecok, lumusot pa nga sa may electric fan pagkapalo co. Mrs. Suinan went to our room we she just let us play, parang walo lang naman kasi kaming natira e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nang napagod na sa kakalaro, nagyaya si Jette mag-canteen. Super pawis na kami. Nag-canteen na rin kaming lahat. Dinaanan namin si Steni sa room ng Basil. Matapos tumambay dun sandali, dun na lang kami sa quadrangle nag-stay at naglaro ng badminton. Wala namang teacher e. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally got tired, we went back to our room. Matapos magpalamig sa tapat ng electric fan, nagbasa-basa ulit aco para sa UPCAT. Pero tinamad na rin aco. Bahala na. ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naglaro kami ng Pepsi-7 Up. Parating si Fuelas ang natataya e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos nun, nagbente-uno kami. Sa loob ng room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also played hide-and-seek inside the room, too. Wala namang matataguan. Pero dahil maliit aco, kung saan-saan aco sumiksik. Under the teacher's table, between the chairs, and in the bookshelf. Oo, kaysa aco sa bookshelf! At aco ang parating huling nahahanap! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing all those games and getting tired, medyo nagpahinga-pahinga na kami. Nagpalit din aco ng shirt kasi ang dumi ng ng P.E. shirt co. Kung saan-saan kasi aco sumusuot e. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero hindi pa rin natatapos ang aming trip. Para kaming naka-drogang nagsasasayaw. "Party people" e. Nakipagharutan, nakipaghabulan, nagsayawan, at akala mo e mga taong nasisiraan na ng bait. Kahit nang mag-uwian na, mga bangag pa rin kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going home, I went to PEAC to pray. I also lighted a green candle, because green candle is for studies. I prayed hard for my UPCAT exam tomorrow, and for my friends who will take the exam too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang saya ng araw co. Parang first time cong sumaya ng ganito sa room. I know what we did sound childish, pero masrap talagang bumalik sa pagkabata, playing those childish games. Yeah, my day before UPCAT was far from relaxing. I just hope that Heavens will grant me some miracle for tomorrow. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-6648355041405319753?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/6648355041405319753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=6648355041405319753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/6648355041405319753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/6648355041405319753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-before-upcat.html' title='The Day Before UPCAT'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-5263154536683911151</id><published>2009-07-30T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:34:58.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Hi Thar!</title><content type='html'>Hullo. Long time no post. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say that I am still alive. I have been not posting for.. two weeks. So unlikely of me, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been busy for the past weeks. I had lots of things to do *shot*, and my internet connection is so effin' annoying. It's so slooow, and the connection is reset almost every five minutes, plus it shows a message like, "certificate error". Hell, it irritates me to death. &gt;__&lt;a href="http://chibivy.wordpress.com/"&gt;Click here to be directed to my WP blog.&lt;/a&gt; Some post are password-protected, but you could ask for the password from me thru YM or e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been doing our section's Friendster and Multiply account. Please add us! Here's the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.frienster.com/alphonsus0910"&gt;Friendster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alphonsus0910.multiply.com/"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been into series of troubles and mischief for the past few days, but I still don't have time to write it in here. But I will post my updates soon, don't cha worry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My UPCAT is already on Saturday, and yet, I haven't really reviewed seriously. I'm not expecting to pass, though it will be good if I will. Gaah, I am just relying on stock knowledge and pure luck. ;__;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-5263154536683911151?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/5263154536683911151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=5263154536683911151' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/5263154536683911151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/5263154536683911151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/07/hi-thar.html' title='Hi Thar!'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-1851936767289981330</id><published>2009-07-20T21:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:06:54.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><title type='text'>Unnecessary Worries</title><content type='html'>I am completely broke today. Mama and I aren't still talking, and I didn't ask money from her because I know she won't give me any and we might just end up yelling at each other. Yep, that's how bad things are weheneer we're in "World War".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to school without a single cent, literally. Sheda, ang purita co ngayon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was worrying for so many things today. First, I don't have money. So how can I possibly go to Aica's house to have our body measurement taken for the SSG uniform? Then, there was the conflict between the Basil and I. I'm still feeling guilty, and I'm still embarrassed to face them. At hindi co alam kung paano nila aco pakikitunguhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I wouldn't let those stupid, petty conflicts defeat me. I've already been into LOTS of issues, but I am still standing. These are nothing compared to what I've been to, and I know there's a hell lot more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to sum it all, I went to school, carrying my gift to Remo. I had made the "special box" for him before going to school, btw. (I've made sure I used &lt;b&gt;brown&lt;/b&gt; paper and ribbon for it. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Adrian and Arnold along with my other choirmates in the locker area. My cheeks were heating up; tension was curling up in my stomach. It was somewhat impersonal, the way Adrian told me that we're going to sing in A Capella because Sir Bay won't be around, &lt;s&gt;though maybe he's just busy with his phone&lt;/s&gt;. Maybe it was just paranoia or something, but at the back of my mind was the nagging thought that they're mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a silent conflict inside me, a mixture of guilt and embarrassment and paranoia. After some few minutes of hesitating, I said, "Uy, Eday, sorry ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O, bakit?" he asked, surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'Dun sa.. sa.. 'di ba nga late si Ayyah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anu ka ba, wala yun." He assured me, his tone was the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;don't-worry-it-doensn't-matter&lt;/i&gt; tone that I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E kasi... kasi..." I choked, a lump of tears in my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it just happened. The tears that I managed to held back the other day showed. I know I looked stupid, but I didn't bothered to wipe those tears. Attempting that would be futile; my tears couldn't be held back anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E kasi... kasalanan co naman talaga. Nakaka... ano kasi, kasi... wala na nga aco sa inyo, tapos... tapos... nagdadala pa rin aco ng malas sa inyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay lang 'yun. OA lang talaga si Jesta 'nu. 'Lam mo naman 'yun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arnold assured me, too. Somehow, I felt better. Wala naman acong nakitang kaplastikan sa pang-aalo nila. Siguro naman mararamdaman co kung nagkukunwari lang silang may concern, but it sounded genuine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel my addiction is sucking me in again. I know--I could feel--that I couldn't kept the promise I made out of depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya-maya, Remo approached us, who was previously on stage practicing some dance steps with Aica. I hugged him tightly, and then gave him the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy birthday ulit!" I greeted him. "Syempre, may laman 'yan. Pero nasa labas." Then, I took the plastic bag of the pillow I had bought in Clipper. At si Remo, tuwang-tuwa. Nakakatuwa yung reaction niya. At least, all of my efforts paid off. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you!" pasasalamat niya. Pero nahalata yatang umiyak aco dahil namumugto yung mata co kaya nagtanong. E aco naman si todo deny. ^^,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinabi co sa kanya na si Ayyah yung kasama co sa pagbili ng reglao co para sa kanya, kaya na-late si Ayyah nung Thursday. At ayun, in-okray pala niya. Kaya sabi niya, magso-sorry daw siya pagdating ni Ayyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binasa na agad ni Remo yung birthday message co. By the way, the "special box" was actually a letter which contains my birthday message. At sabi niya, hindi naman daw totoo yung nasa 5th and 6th paragraph. I don't know, siguro nga. Sana nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi na rin kami nag-practice dala ng katamaran. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sila Adrian, Ablaya and Arnold ay umalis at pumunta sa gotohan para mag-merienda. And when they get back, may "surprise" daw sila na para sa batch namin. May kasama silang babae, nakatakip pa yung bag ni Eday sa mukha nung babae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At si Rinnel pala yun! Dating choir si Rinnel at kaklase namen, pero lumipat siya sa school nung third year. Ang adik , ang ingay tuloy namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumunta na rin kami sa simbahan. Aica, Arnold, and Rinnel were with us in the choirbox. Ampness nga, ang gulo na naman ng kanta namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the mass, nagkayayaaan na naman sa 7-eleven, our usual tambayan after choir. Pero puro kami walang pera. As in. Grabe. Ramdam na ramdam na talaga ang global financial crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umuwi na yung iba, pero pumunta pa rin kami kahit walang datung. Haha. Aco, si Eday, Ayyah, Remo, Arbu, Mae, and Aica ang magkakasama sa 7-eleven. Si kuya Kim na nakita namen after mass, sumama din sa'min. Si Ayyah ang bumili ng chitchira, tapos share-share na lang kami dun. Sila Mae naman, nilibre kami ng slurpee na maliit. Waw. Grabe, ang purita namen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero okay lang. Halakhakan ng halakhakan. Si Mae at Aica, may sariling mundo at mukang nagtu-"tour" sa 7-eleven. I was thinking of ways to earn money for the leadership training in Baguio, when out-of-the-blue, Adrian said this obsence suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Censored 'to. HAHAHA! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"********." He said &lt;b&gt;out loud&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at him for a nanosecond, tapos humagalpak ng tawa habang sinasabihan siya ng, "luko-luko". Tawanan kami ng tawanan. At dahil may sayad din aco, naki-ride naman aco sa suggestion niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oo, tapos ******!" sabi co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tawanan na naman. Yun pala, dahil napalakas yata ang boses ni Eday, narining ni kuyang crew ng 7-eleven yung usapan namen. Ah sh*t! NAKAKAHIYA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero actually, di naman talaga kami nahiya dahil wala kaming hiya. Nagtawanan na lang kami habang si kuya, iiling-iling na nakikitawa sa'min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halos 7:30 na rin kami nakauwi. Pero masaya naman. All of my worries vanished, they're now seemingly useless. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-1851936767289981330?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/1851936767289981330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=1851936767289981330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/1851936767289981330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/1851936767289981330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-completely-broke-today.html' title='Unnecessary Worries'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-7660660520247322621</id><published>2009-07-16T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:56:33.025+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unfinished'/><title type='text'>Chaos</title><content type='html'>The heaven wasn't on my side today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Remo's 16th birthday today. This school, I've promised to myself that I would give not just the personally-made "special box"--a box that was actually a letter to them--I gave to my closest friends last school year, but I'll gonna buy and give a gift to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Remo was my first close friend who will celebrate a birthday this school year. Ayyah and I had already canvased a gift for him last Saturday, and she suggested the pillow we saw in Clipper, or the brown &lt;i&gt;alkansya&lt;/i&gt;. But I'll probably buy him the brown pillow, though my budget wasn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing Eirish lent me a hundred pesos yesterday. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our recess time, I went to the Basil's room to talk to Ayyah, and to greet Remo as well. I haven't bought a gift for him; I will do that later on during our lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon seeing Remo, I greeted him a cheerful, "Happy birthday, Remo!" and hugged him tightly. He hugged me back, and thank me for greeting him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alam mo palang birthday co!" He said, smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Syempre naman!" I said to him. &lt;i&gt;Bibili pa nga acong regalo mo eh.&lt;/i&gt; My inner self thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Ayyah and we talked and planned on how we're going to buy the gift. I told her that I will buy it this lunch break, come what may. Kaya lang, they will practice for their play in Odyssey, and she's the director. So how can we possibly go to Festi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-iinarte lang talaga acong nagtatampo, but I've made up my mind to go to Festival, rain or shine (literally), with or without Ayyah. Ayokong i-postpone pa ito. Dapat mamayang uwian, mabigay co na yung regalo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayyah talked with Adrian about their practice, para masamahan niya aco. And they agreed to move the practice on quarter to two. Nyaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, pwede naman acong pumunta sa Festival ng mag-isa. Pero, hangga't maaari, gusto co ng may kasama. Honestly, I've never been to Festi alone. At naiilang naman acong pumunta ng mag-isa. Also, Ayyah can help and suggest the gift I could give to Remo, so mas mabuti na rin ang may kasama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immidiately after our dismissal time, I went staright to Basil's room. Pero naka-uwi na daw si Ayyah sabi nila. Nyay, bakit umuwi yung babaeng 'yun? So, pupunta aco ng Festi ng mag-isa. x(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-7660660520247322621?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/7660660520247322621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=7660660520247322621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/7660660520247322621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/7660660520247322621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/07/chaos.html' title='Chaos'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-1093633071719366830</id><published>2009-07-14T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T00:51:05.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reports'/><title type='text'>English Report</title><content type='html'>The started of my day was... irksome. I had an encounter with a... disgustingly perverted man on my way to school. Grr.. It was totally annoying and disrespectful to me, as a person and as a girl. It was an harassment! That made me scowl for the start of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't let that encounter ruined my day. Mr. dela Torre checked our Pondo ng Pinoy bottle; I used Mirinda bottle  instead of C2 because I texture of Mirinda was better. I wapped it with several layers of tissue paper, then painted it with poster colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Sorry for the low quality of the photos. I used the webcam for these.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/Sly1YjR8poI/AAAAAAAAAcU/9TspeowzquY/s1600-h/Picture+087.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/__ojMXs7p2AY/Sly1YjR8poI/AAAAAAAAAcU/9TspeowzquY/s400/Picture+087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358357090056054402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The front of my PnP bottle. The girl wearing the LDSP uniform is holding a globe on her right hand and a cent on her left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/Sly1ZF7189I/AAAAAAAAAcc/_4hZFuQ6Guw/s1600-h/Picture+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/Sly1ZF7189I/AAAAAAAAAcc/_4hZFuQ6Guw/s400/Picture+088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358357099358581714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back. The PnP logo that I painted. (I used Google to search for it! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The use of placard--or now known as Class Pass--was implemented. It is a laminated paper as big as a short bond paper. Each section was given two class pass and no students--excpet those under special conditions, like activtiies--will be allowed to leave the room without a class pass. This was implemented when we were in first year and second year, but was "forgotten" on third year. But I think this one's better: the class passes provided by the school would be taken good care that those provided by each section. And, it will lessen the unnecessary going outside the room during class hours.&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/__ojMXs7p2AY/Sly1ZsFPJHI/AAAAAAAAAck/czXgH5mHUrw/s1600-h/Picture+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/Sly1ZsFPJHI/AAAAAAAAAck/czXgH5mHUrw/s400/Picture+089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358357109598528626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunch time, I didn't take a nap so I could finish our powerpoint presentation in English. It was already finished actually, I was just adding something on it. And it is a &lt;b&gt;group&lt;/b&gt; reporting. I was the only one who took the iniative to research and do the powerpoint presentation. I asked my groupmates to report it with me, but I would probably be the one to explain it. &gt;_&lt;&gt;battered, abused seatmate) about the lesson, and I didn't notice that I was pointing on the board obviously. It was already late when I realize  it because I heard Mr. del Rio's loud, booming voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O, Nobleza, anong sinasabi mo d'yan kay... Loyola?" He asked me in such terrifying voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Roldan po.." My classmates whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"M-May tinatanong lang po aco." I said in a tiny voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O, anong tinatanong mo kay Loyola?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Roldan po.." We whispered audibly again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O, kay Roldan.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could just see Jette's face, I bet his sweating bullets already. Haha, super napaka-mahiyain pa man din nun, ayaw natatapat sa spotlight. And I bet he would like to strangle my puny neck at that very minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked my question to Jette to Sir. And he explained it to me, and to the rest of the class. After explaining it, he said, "Kung may tanong kayo, sa'kin kayo magtanong. Hindi naman aco nakakatakot!!!" He said again in his loud, booming, terrifying voice. So, we shouldn't be afraid of him, huh? Hindi nga nakakatakot.. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, I wasn't afraid of him. I mean, afraid in a negative way. he was a good and great teacher, and he was one of those that I salute and would want to be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Math time, we went to St. Thomas' room for English, because it is one of those room that has built-in projector. I would be the one to "take-charge" of the class, Mrs. Lopena said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mendoza was with me to &lt;i&gt;read&lt;/i&gt; the presentation. Read, because I would do all the discussing and explaining and everything. Our report was about the Adventures of Odysseus, by the way. I added Greek Mythology, Epic, Homer, and Iliad to our report to lengthen it because we--or more appropriately, &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;--would be reporting until Friday. Well, maybe it would be just until Wednesday, because we would be watching the moview version of Odyssey (I borrowed Jayson's DVD, but we've already watched that on third year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I discussed the presentation. I was able speak in a straight and proper English, thankfully, but I've spoken some Tagalog to be able to explain it properly. I tried to use the chalk, like a real teacher, and ask questions from my classmates. They had cooperated, fortunately, though it wasn't entire quiet because I could still some buzzing noise, especially from those on the back. And the Rufo and the other girls were eating something during my discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of them were listening, though there were some who were not. I was tolerant at first, but when the noise grew louder, I became somewhat stern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped talking. Then with my arms crossed (that was involuntarily, I just realized it when I'm speaking already) and raised brows (I'm really being mataray these past few days), I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please respect... someone who is talking in front of you. If you don't want to listen..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trailed off and paused when I realized it was like Mrs. Lopena's dialogue &lt;i&gt;("Those who are not interested to listen, you may go out.")&lt;/i&gt;. I smiled, and my classmates giggled. And the discussion continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abot four slides to go, Mendoza suddenly "vanished". So Mrs. Lopena was the one who clicked for the next. Nakakahiya naman. Later, I learned that Mendoza suddenly get dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my report for the day ended, I recieved lots of compliments. Luis even said, "Sana ikaw na lang English teacher namen!". And Mrs. Lopena complimented me too, I think, because she said I did good and told Jayson's group, which would be the next one to report, that she hope they'll do good as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I felt flattered and proud. But still, I wasn't &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; contented with myself. Well, compared to an avarage students, I did well. But if I were compared to a teacher, medyo kulang pa rin. I sometimes stutter, and I also do the "panic-dance" when I can't say the right word. And sometimes, I can't fully explain some things. Well, it was a shotgun report. I just read it but didn't prepared for the explainations beforehand, so on-the-spot ang pag-explain co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm glad. Recieving those compliments tell that I did well. Maybe I need some practice, and I could really be a teacher. YATTA! The thought was wonderful! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-1093633071719366830?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/1093633071719366830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=1093633071719366830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/1093633071719366830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/1093633071719366830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/07/started-of-my-day-was.html' title='English Report'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/Sly1YjR8poI/AAAAAAAAAcU/9TspeowzquY/s72-c/Picture+087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-1455048520252002747</id><published>2009-07-14T20:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:16:28.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SSG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><title type='text'>Too Lazy To Do A Proper Post</title><content type='html'>Happenings of the Day, &lt;b&gt;KISS&lt;/b&gt; way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I had a couple of reportings today. And I did well on those, I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I had completely forgotten about our report in T.L.E. until Mrs. Herrera entered the room. Luis was my partner in reporting and our topic was "Caregiving Difficulties". Well, I &lt;b&gt;think&lt;/b&gt; I did well on that. I used personal experiences in explaing, which I think was good because Mrs. Herrera like sharing her experiences herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our report ended, Mrs. Herrera said that we've explained it very well and clearly so she just added some explaining for it. And I think that is a compliment, although she didn't say it directly to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Our lesson in Filipino was all about "Tayutay" (Figure of Speech). Yatta! My favorite! I kept on giving examples on it and persuaded Jette to do so. Muka kasing ewan 'yun, ang tali-talino, pero hindi nagre-recite kahit alam naman niya ang sagot. So I pointed him out loud when Ms. Bulilan asked for more example. Pero kinabahan yata, di nakasagot. Inulan tuloy sila ng tukso ni Niña dahil nakatayo rin 'yon. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We had quiz on Computer and I got 16 over 20. Actually, there was only one thing that I don't know; my other answers got wrong because of a missing letter and other stupidity that I wrote. Hoho~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I went to Basil's room before going home to tell Ayyah that we can't go to Festi today to buy Remo a gift. And Adrian told me that there is a meeting at 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late for the meeting. It was already 1:30 when I got in school. Sila Remo, Adrian, and Rochelle lang naman ang nandun, nasa loob sila ng office ni Sir Buboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sir Buboy told them about Charlson's performance in the organization. He is the SSG Secretary, yet he wasn't doing anything, not even taking down notes during meetings (and he's absent on meetings, btw). So they were planning for an impeachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the canteen to discuss it. So there was a voting for it. Adrian voted "yes" for Charlson's impeachment, while Remo and I voted "no". So it's a draw. We saw Gerard (SSG P.O.) and asked for his opinion, and he said "no".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for me, Chalson should be given a chance. Maybe he was just trying to cope with the position. While discussing about it, Adrian asked someone to look for Chalson so we can talk it with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Charlson came. Of course he wanted to keep the position. We took turns in giving our opinion, when I said the thing that they seemingly forgotten: Chalson is the DCSS Secretary. If he will be impeached, it will affect the whole DCSS and Liceo de San Pedro's image. Syempre, yung sa'kin pa nga lang, dapat si Angel ang Fourth Year Rep. pero aco ang pinalit. Tapos si Jeje naman ang ginawang P.I.O. instead of Juani. Sabihin na nagkakagulo ang current SSg ng LDSP kaya ang daming changes sa position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, we agreed that Chalson shall keep his position. At aco ang pinagawa ni Eday ng letter tungkol dun. Aba! Aco pa! Pero ginawa co na rin kahit medyo unwilling aco, sabihin na lang, student-leader acong di naman responsable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I got a perfect score in Math seatwork. Well, it was just all about addition and subtraction of polynomials. Only eight of us got a perfect score, and the rest shall stand up for the whole Math period tomorrow, unless they were able to answer in reciatation correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My reporting in English had started. And they said I did well. Sabi nga ni Luis, sana daw aco na lang ang English teacher nila. HAHAHA! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh? This isn't Short and Simple, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-1455048520252002747?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/1455048520252002747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=1455048520252002747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/1455048520252002747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/1455048520252002747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/07/too-lazy-to-do-proper-post.html' title='Too Lazy To Do A Proper Post'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-9215777033369049591</id><published>2009-07-11T21:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:39:50.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I:U'/><title type='text'>Unexpected Meet-up</title><content type='html'>We had our CAT training today, and I was late... again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the whole training, I was planning and thinking how could I get to Festival. Remo's birthday is on Thursday, and I need to look for something I could give to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during the 10-minute break, I asked Ayyah if she could accompany me to Festi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O! Sumama ka na lang sa'min ni Muken! Magkikita kami ngayon e! Pupunta kaming Southmall, papaayos yung cellphone ni Jas!" She said enthusiastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would looove to see Muken--erm, I mean, Louise. Ayyah even told me that Louise would be meeting up with Kriselle, so I would see her too. The idea was tempting, but I might have to spend money with that. I mean, I'm saving every cent--literally--for Remo's gift, and the fare to Southmall would be another expense. Well, it was petty, really, but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Ayyah said that she and Louise could just drop me on Festi--maybe hang out in there for a while--then, they could go to Southmall. I would be all by myself, though, but I agreed. At least she could accompany me to Festi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hanged in the school before going home. We agreed to meet in Puregold at 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I was really super kuripot (especially these days), I walked my way to Puregold. The "sign" I was waiting happened, anyway. I told myself that I'll just walk to our meeting place if the sun shines, and it did. So I engaged myself in a little "walkathon" while wearing my favorite high-heeled sandals. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached Puregold at 2:00. And gawsh, Ayyah wasn't still there. So I waited for her for minutes. Hn, I knew this would happen. That girl. I was getting paranoid, when at last, I saw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching Festival Mall, we went inside the National Bookstore for a while. Then Louise texted her, telling that they're in the food court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hurriedly went to food court, with Ayyah dragging me that I almost tripped. Ayyah, I'm wearing sandals here, not running shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nakita co na sila Muken!!!" Ayyah said to me, getting more hyperactive, dragging me even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TALAGA?!!" My excitement bursted up. "Teka! 'Wag muna tayong magpakita!! 'Wag mo munang sabihin sa'kin kung nasan sila!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muka lang kaming tanga. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to ladies' comfort room before showing up to them. We saw Louise and Kriselle on a table, and I wa ssurprisingly shy when I waved on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louise kept on waving to me. Mou, akala co pa naman dati, suplada siya (Sorry, Louise, if your reading this entry! &gt;.&gt;). But she's friendly naman pala. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl eating ice cream sat beside Kriselle, and she greeted me. The girl looked familiar, but I couldn't tell who she was. I looked at Ayyah, asking some help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Si Aina."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Si Aina pala yun. I greeted her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The table was full of laughter. I butted in to the conversation sometimes, but I was surprisinly quiet. Medyo nahihiya pa kasi aco e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, Kriselle needs to go home na. She was carrying to big bags, na ang laman daw e mga damit niyang pinagsiksikan niya lang. Galing yata siyang dorm niya e. Sayang naman. Well, at least nakita co siya. (And she's cuuuuute~!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil hindi pala pwede si Louise na samahan si Ayyah sa Southmall, kailangan cong sumama sa kanya kasi wala siyang kasama. But I still need to look for my gift to Remo in Festival. So we toured around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumunta muna ulit kami sa National Bookstore to look for a special paper for the box. Well, I make a personally made box which cointains a birthday message inside to my [close] friends during their birthdays. Nung birthday ni Ayyah nagsimula last year yung box na yun e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SluiJzY4PUI/AAAAAAAAAac/7e4PwUUss90/s1600-h/_ya-chan027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SluiJzY4PUI/AAAAAAAAAac/7e4PwUUss90/s400/_ya-chan027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358054470984416578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aina and Louise. Aina's holding the banig-like... planner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung makalabas na kami ng National Bookstore, Ayyah told me to take off my sandals. Oh great, she wanted to show them how small I am. &lt;s&gt;What a sadist.&lt;/s&gt; But I gave in and took off my sandals, and Louise and Aina's faces was like O_O, and then they started saying things like, "Ang liit mo pala!" , "Ang cute!" , "Muka kang chibi!". Ohoho. Among the other people who saw how small I am, sa reaction nila aco pinakanatuwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Clipper after that, in attempt to find a gift for Remo. Baka alkansya o kaya unan ang ibigay co sa kanya. Pwede na yun. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go to Comic Alley, the otakus' paradise. On our way, sa may second floor, was a man standing on a box-like thing. Or was it a statue? Maybe it was one of those "robot-like" man in malls. Because of curiosity, I approached the dude, attempting to hold him to know if it was real, but suddenly, it moved!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And GAWSH, I screamed and freaked out and went back to the group (and I did it all at the same time)! I bet I really looked funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We approached the dude and he moved in a funny way and we took picture with him. Hohoho.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SmLMACuAShI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Y5xU6To4D0c/s1600-h/P7111351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SmLMACuAShI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Y5xU6To4D0c/s400/P7111351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360070807626205714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me with the "robot-like" dude. Bungisngis ee! XD&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/__ojMXs7p2AY/SmLMANORc6I/AAAAAAAAAc0/nOcAKfRFtB8/s1600-h/P7111357.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/__ojMXs7p2AY/SmLMANORc6I/AAAAAAAAAc0/nOcAKfRFtB8/s400/P7111357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360070810445902754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's Louise turn!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Next, we saw this mascot dancing Jai Ho. I gaped at it and pointed it like a child. There was a woman who approached us and kindly asked us if we want her to take pictures with the mascot. So Louise gave the lady her camera and we posted beside the mascot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SmLMAXCtb4I/AAAAAAAAAc8/IGCtO9VgJgw/s1600-h/P7111364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SmLMAXCtb4I/AAAAAAAAAc8/IGCtO9VgJgw/s400/P7111364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360070813081759618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang cute ng mascot nu? HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SmLM5LwbRsI/AAAAAAAAAdU/wwFhKNp1Lko/s1600-h/P7111365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SmLM5LwbRsI/AAAAAAAAAdU/wwFhKNp1Lko/s400/P7111365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360071789304825538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kamuka co na ba si Kim? x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we made our way to Comic Alley. We saw the Vongola rings being displayed on the window and they were like, "WOW!". (If I'm not mistaken, I think the Vongola rings came from the anime Reborn! but sadly, I'm still in the episode 20 something, so I didn't much about it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went inside it. While I was looking for the items, someone bumped hips with me. And I saw it was the "salesman" guy in the store. Under normal situation, I would've raised my brows to him and gave him the mataray look and walk away, but I saw Louise greeting the other attendants in CA, so I think it was harmless to smile at him. He was friendly enough when I talked to him, but still, I was feeling concious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that guy was the one who kindly took us pictures. And he has the Vongola rings! *Ayyah, Louise, and Aina's eyes sparkle with amazement and envy. HAHA!*&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/__ojMXs7p2AY/SmLMAoGx7QI/AAAAAAAAAdM/F4T4Pp75I3o/s1600-h/P7111374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SmLMAoGx7QI/AAAAAAAAAdM/F4T4Pp75I3o/s400/P7111374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360070817662233858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group picture in Comic Alley. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Unfortunately, we need to part ways. Aina needed to go back to her school while Louise would be going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayyah and I went to Southmall to have Jasmin's cellphone repaired. That costed Ayyah 1, 100 PhP. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even saw Brenan from Pinoy Pop Superstar. He was having a mall tour. Ayyah was staring at her dreamingly when I approached her (I bought a cone of ice cream, despite my cough and colds).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tawagin natin." I said to Ayyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'Yoko nga! Nakakahiya!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Basta, acong bahala. Tatawagin co ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Langya ka." Ayyah smiled, siguro napapahiya na sa'kin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahimik na noon. Hindi na maingay ang mga fans. At dahil papansin acong tunay, sumigaw aco ng ubod ng lakas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BRENAAAAN!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people looked up on me. Ayyah smiled. But I was disappointed dahil hindi man lang lumngon si Brenan. Parang wala lang. Wala na, ayoko na sa kanya. =___=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Pictures courtesy of &lt;a href="http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/"&gt;Louise&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-9215777033369049591?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/9215777033369049591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=9215777033369049591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/9215777033369049591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/9215777033369049591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/07/unexpected-meet-up.html' title='Unexpected Meet-up'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SluiJzY4PUI/AAAAAAAAAac/7e4PwUUss90/s72-c/_ya-chan027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-7779525529212339463</id><published>2009-07-09T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:38:49.490+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><title type='text'>Gusto Kong Maging Teacher!</title><content type='html'>Let me enumerate the happenings of the day first, in &lt;b&gt;KISS&lt;/b&gt; way (&lt;b&gt;K&lt;/b&gt;eep &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;t &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;hort and &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;imple).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mr. dela Torre made us repeat the praying of the rosary because there are lots of students outside the room even the rosary is taking place. And we received a lengthy sermon from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We had a quiz in T.L.E. I got 22 over 30. Nyah, it was still low. I'm not being greedy, I know that score was kinda okay, but I promised myself that I should get high grades this year. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I reported in Filipino and Health. I did good in Filipino, I think, for my classmates and Ms. Bulilan said so. Though I'm not quite satisfied with myself in Health. I'll do better next time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I forgot Honey's pocketbook on the room we used on Math time. So I went back to get it. Mr. del Rio was still in the room, doing something in the laptop. When I was about to go, he told me that the computer hanged, so I helped him to restart it. Hoho. I just feel kinda proud to help a great teacher. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Mrs. Lopena didn't attend our class. I don't know if she's absent or what. But we didn't cared. We're too happy enjoying her absence to think about it. (We're bad, I know. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We were asked to make a prayer during the Science time. It was actually a contest, but was held in the classroom. Too bad it's a group activity, &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;. Pero dinibdib co talaga ang paggawa dun ah. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Sinisimulan na acong ulanin ng asar sa mga kaklase cong lalaki! Pero okay lang naman, sanay na aco sa pang-aasar. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho. Short happenings of the day. Miracle I didn't elaborate it more. (You know how I love loooong posts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GUSTO KONG MAGING TEACHER!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You heard it right. Believe it or not, I seriously want to be a teacher. Teacher, as in the person inside the classroom, standing in front of the students and teaching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my dream since I was a child. As a kid, I often play with my cousins that game. I am the teacher, while they are my students. I always find it amusing. Then I told myself, I would be a real teacher someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.scps.k12.fl.us/HR/_img/teacher3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 337px;" src="http://www.scps.k12.fl.us/HR/_img/teacher3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I dismissed my childhood dream when I reached my later elementary years. I realized that I wouldn't be rich if I will become a teacher. And I want to be rich someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dismissing my childhood dream, I didn't have any plans for the future. No plans for college, no plans for future career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe somehow, I'm maturing. Somehow, I'm mentally growing. Because I realized that it's not only the money that makes the world go round. I observe my "great" teachers' passion for their work, envision that it must be very accomplishing seeing your students after years, now successful people, all because of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those kinds of feelings--being in front of the room facing students with different tantrums and personalities, sharing the knowledge you learned that could help them form their future, the bonding between the students and the teachers, being liked by the students and your work being appreciated--I wanted to feel those. And yes, I &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; do want to be a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to take a computer or English-related course, but my main choices now are B.A. English and B.A. Linguistics. I could be a Religion or Computer or maybe a Filipino teacher, I think, but I excel more in English. Beside, this is my main interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be an English teacher. I would be like Mr. Luna, my &lt;i&gt;"idol"&lt;/i&gt;. Seriously, he is the teacher I wanted to be like. I want to teach the way he teaches, to be as great and as knowledgeable as him, if Heavens allows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at our "great" teachers--Mr. Luna, Sir del Rio, Ms. Bulilan, Ms. Rasdas, Ms. Rellosa, and the others--it makes me want to be like them. I look at them with such admiration and respect, and they are the persons I look up on. They are the persons I want to be in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to be like Mr. dela Vega, the only teacher--and perhaps, the only person--who &lt;b&gt;really, truly&lt;/b&gt; believes in the things that I can do. I wanted to touch a student's life like what he did to me, wanted to inspire a youngster and uplift his or her spirit. Though he wasn't that "great" and a pretty much students were annoyed at him during his one-year stay in Liceo, he was different. No adult had ever believed in me the way he did, no teacher admired so much me as a student, and no person had ever made me a poem out of the little note he saw in my notebook. Yes, I'll give back that kindness to my future students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I have my own insecurities and worries. What if I won't be as great as the teachers I admire? What if I won't be respected by my students? What if I will be like the teachers whom I am pissed of because they just babble a seemingly alien language in front? And what if won't be a teacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as possible, I don't want to turn away from the path of being a teacher. I don't want to loose my interest and my dream. And if ever I become one, I don't want to be added to the piles of incapable teachers who teach nonsense things and were despised by students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm already preparing my way and my plans. I'm practicing myself in speaking in front of the class, that's why I told myself to be good in reporting. I'm practicing speaking fluent English without stuttering. I'm studying my grammar, my communication skills, and anything I could do to prepare myself as a good teacher. I'm still not good at those, but I'll try to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I would be a teacher. A &lt;b&gt;good&lt;/b&gt; teacher. I would contribute to a student's development. And as much as possible, I definitely want to teach in Liceo de San Pedro, my true home that had given me sanctuary. I could envision it, taste it like reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the corridor, a little woman wearing a teacher's uniform. Her face is exactly like mine, only the childish features were replaced by a mature angle. And I would see the persons who had been my teachers, walking the same corridor as I. I would nod and smile at them, greet them, for they are my co-teachers now. And I would enter a classroom--a Jurassic-like place with standing students and cackling laughter and flying crumpled papers. I would face them, face them with pride and they would be silent with my presence. I would look at them, a sea of young, immature, childish faces with grinning lips, and I would see myself in them--a high school student who was noisy and mischievous but dreams vivid, wonderful dreams, who admires great teachers and wishes to be like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends would see me, and they will say, "Uy, teacher ka na pala!". Who knows, I could even teach their children, or one of them will be a teacher, just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. This is what I want. Gusto cong maging teacher!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-7779525529212339463?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/7779525529212339463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=7779525529212339463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/7779525529212339463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/7779525529212339463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/07/gusto-kong-maging-teacher.html' title='Gusto Kong Maging Teacher!'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-5521714963423432941</id><published>2009-07-09T20:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:26:06.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I Suck at Titles</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah. I suck at titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just notice how plain and simple my previous blog posts are? Yeah, the titles aren't appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-5521714963423432941?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/5521714963423432941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=5521714963423432941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/5521714963423432941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/5521714963423432941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-suck-at-titles.html' title='I Suck at Titles'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-8475380575996843484</id><published>2009-07-07T20:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:32:08.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><title type='text'>Awesome Day!</title><content type='html'>It's already 6am when I woke up, so I hurried on my way to school. Baka ma-late pa aco. But I saw group of fourth year students at the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I wondered why they're not inside the school yet. I thought they would cut classes or something, but as I walked towards the school, I saw so many students outside! Halos lahat yata ng mga pang-umagang estudyante e nasa labas e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Steni and the other CATs. I asked them what on earth is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May AHINI." They said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha? Ahini??" *puzzled*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"H1N1!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wut? May case ng H1N1 sa school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan co kung tsismis lang na lumalaganap eto, pero sabi nila na may H1N1 nga daw. And what the school is doing about it? They are checking the temperature of the students... gamit lang ang &lt;b&gt;isang&lt;/b&gt; normal thermometer. Nako. Tanghali na siguro di pa kami tapos nito. (No offence meant, school! Piz!) Kasi man lang, sana dinamihan nila yung thermometer na gagamitin. Mura lang naman 'yun e. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited outside for minutes. Yung ibang mga estudyante, lalo na yung mga lalaki, ang lalakas ng trip. Yung tropa nila Ponan e bumili facemask sa Mercury Drug. Haha. Mukantanga lang e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinapila kaming lahat sa plaza. Sila Ginnique at Adrian ang nag-aayos sa mga estudyante. Medyo nakakahiya nga e, kasi Fourth Year Representative aco. Which means kailangan cong tumulong. Jeez, ayoko talagang maging authority figure e. Pero pinaayos co yung mga kaklase cong magulo sa pila. At least may ginawa naman aco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayamaya, pinapasok na rin kaming lahat. 'Di na kami kinuhanan ng temperature. We found out that there were a lot of sick students yesterday. Almost 61 daw. E sa section palang namin, halos kalahati rin ang wala kahapon dahil may sakit. Aco nga medyo sinisinat pa. (Pero pumasok pa rin aco! HAHA! Hayaan nga, ipalaganap ang virus!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, we shouldn't be that paranoid with Influenza A(H1N1). Yes, it is just right to ensure our health and safety, pero 'wag masyadong paranoid. It's just a mild kind of flu, as the DOH says. Ipagpalagay na lang natin na isa lang itong ubo na maraming nahawa. Ganun. May lunas naman na dito e; the government is doing what it can do for the people's safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, we should be careful. Mahirap nga namang mahawaan ng sakit. 'Wag lang talagang mapaparanoid. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung uwian ng umaga, I saw Lea at the corridor area. So I approached her at nagkipag-chikahan. Nagdramahan nga kami e. Pa'no kasi, about nostalgic things ang pinag-uusapan namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss this kind of bonding with Lea. Minsan na lang kami kasi magkasama ngayon e. Nakakatuwa din na may pagkakataon pa kaming mag-bonding. And I told her the things that I couldn't discuss with my other friends. I mean, syempre, may mga bagay na mas kumportable acong kay Lea sabihin, at may mga bagay na mas kumportable naman acong sabihin sa iba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I felt nostalgic. I told her how I feel about our other friends. How they are changing, how they seem to be unreachable (lalo na yung mga nasa star). Pero in fairness naman sa kanila, nagri-reach out sila sa'min. Hindi rin lumalaki yung ulo nila kahit marami na silang accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I miss the "old" them. I mean, I miss it when they're still within my hands' reach. I miss it when I am such a close friend to them, unlike now when there are already lots of people around them that they barely yearn or want my company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am just being selfish. Of course I am happy that they're growing up everyday, maturing in such good ways. But at the same time, I could feel the nostalgia as I look at them, realizing how different the things are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang nagku'kwentuhan kami ni Lea, Eday approached us. Speaking of the devil, the devil is here. Haha. Nagpapasama nga magpa-print ng mga picture ng mga mag-eEagle scout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, anung oras na at dapat e nasa bahay na co. Pero sabi co, minsan lang naman 'to na makakapag-bonding aco sa mga taong mahal co. Edi lubos-lubosin na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang landi-landi ni Eday ngayon. Well, actually, parati naman e. Pero nakakatuwa kasi kasama namin siya. Kelan ba yung huling pagkakataon na nakasama cong mag-bonding si Adrian at Lea at the the same time? I couldn't remember anyomore. And now, I'll just savor the moment 'till it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagyaya nga siya ng scramble. E umalis na, kaya nag-7-eleven na lang kami. Slurpee, yung maliit lang ang cup. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ang saya ng araw na ito." Lea said as we went back to school. And I agreed with her. Yes. This is such an awesome day. Because I am with my friends, the people that I love. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-8475380575996843484?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/8475380575996843484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=8475380575996843484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/8475380575996843484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/8475380575996843484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/07/awesome-day.html' title='Awesome Day!'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-4623604132322894499</id><published>2009-07-04T21:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:25:09.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><title type='text'>Fever</title><content type='html'>I was really feeling bad yesterday that I immediately slumped on the sofa after taking off my P.E. uniform. I was planning to just snooze off a bit, I slept the whole night away. My stomach was grumbling when I woke up at the middle of the night, but I didn't care to eat dinner. And heck, neck and forehead felt hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great, so I have a little fever. Blame it to my sore throat. Dang, kapag masakit talaga ang lalamunan co, pati buong katawan co sumasakit. So my life really depends on my voice, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up unusually early this morning. I was planning to review Math, but I end up in the couch again. I really feel weak. At para pa acong binugbog sa sobrang sakit ng katawan co. Salamat sa pesteng sinat co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When  called Ayyah, she told me not to attend the choir and just rest. As if I would let a stupid fever prevail me from attending the choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So naghanda na aco papunta sa school. Umuulan pa nga e. Nung papunta na aco sa school, umaambon pa. Mama told me to bring an umbrella, pero sira naman yung payong. Kaya sumugod aco sa ambon. Ang galing co nu? May sinat pa aco ng lagay na 'yan. Sadista talaga. (Btw, my mom didn't know that I'm running a temperature. She'll surely make me stay in the house if she does.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas dos na pero wala pang lima ang choir members sa school pagdating co. Yung Batingaw naman nasa may stage. Akala co ba alas-dos ang practice? Ang ba-bait talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapat magre-review kami ni Ayyah. Pero tinatamad aco. Nakakatamad talagang magbasa ng mga numbers. Worse, numbers na may kasamang letters. Tinitingnan co pa lang, tinatamad na aco. (Pa'nu kaya aco magkakaroon ng pag-asa sa UPCAT nito? XD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumating si Remo at ginawa ang narrative report ng Banyuhay Club. In Filipino ah. Talagang napatunayan cong mas mahirap gumawa ng mga sulatin sa Tagalog than English. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nako, baka hindi nagawa ni Abby yung narrative report ng Glee Club. Tinatamad pa naman acong gawan. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumating naman si Gerard na iika-ika. Ayun, napilay ang paa dahil sa volleyball. Katangahan kasi, tumalon tapos na-bend yung paa niya. Di tuloy siya makapglakad ng maayos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya nang dumating si Sir ng alas-tres, inakay pa siya pataas. Dun kami sa room nila magpa-practice kase nga yung Batingaw e ginagamit yung stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late nang dumating ang mga galing sa review for the UPCAT. Di rin kami masyadong nakapag-practice ng maayos kasi pina-practice ni Jasmin yung chords ng mga kanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I felt better. Though I'm still a little bit hot, I feel okay. Maybe this is really my own medicine: the sight of school and my friends. I couldn't afford to feel weak when I feel happy being with them. (Woot, ang drama.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the church at five. We sang well, thankfully. Maaga ring natapos ang misa, though wala acong masyadong naintindihan sa homily. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paglabas namin sa simbahan, nagulat na lang kami nang makita namin si Lumbania na parang nagwawala. Sa'ming choir nakatingin. Hala, anong meron??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakatingin lang kami sa kanya habang akala mo e maghahamon siya ng away. Of course we all wondered to whom he is angry with, until I heard Joselle mumbling taunting words habang nagtataray sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So si Joselle pala ang hinahamon niya. Ex daw kasi ng ate niya si Lumbania, na niloko lang nito. Kaya ayun, nagalit si Joselle at "inaway" niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto namang si Lumbania, akala mo lalaki ang hinahanap kung maghamon e. Parang handang-handang makipagbabagan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buti na lang umalis na rin siya. Inawat ni Marian kaya medyo nawala na rin ang tensyon. Sus, akala pala nila si Eday ang kaaway. Haha! At nagawa pa naming pagkatuwaan si Joselle at ang sitwasyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hinatid muna nila Ablay si Joselle sa sakayan para makasiguradong hindi na siya aabangan ni Lumbania. At pagkatapos, pumunta na kami sa 7-eleven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para kaming nagpu-prusisyon dahil nga iika-ika si Gerard. Moonwalk e. Ang sarap pagtawanan e! Haha! Ang bad co talaga! &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treated Adrian this time. Parati naman kasi niya acong nililibre. Saka feeling nice aco ngayun e. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7-eleven was filled with noise because of us. Puro tawanan dahil sa mga okrayan, kulitan, biruan. Our table was full of plastic and cups and junk food clutters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it felt good, laughing like this with the people that I consider as friends. I love laughing like this, laughing like there is no tomorrow, laughing so loud that my stomach and jaw hurt, laughing with the people I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anong oras na rin nung magkayaan kami umuwi. Sabi pa naman ni mama umuwi aco ng maaga. We parted in groups. I was with Bart, Jayjay, Eday and Gerard because they would be coming back to the main building, at dun ang way co. Sila Ayyah naman umuwi na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil tinatamad pa rin naman acong umuwi, sumama na rin aco kila Gerard. Pero nakita niya sila Jago, at nagpahintay muna siya sa'min dahil ihahatid niya daw ito. Ihahatid. Nang ganun yung paa niya. Nice. Pustahan tayo, pagapang na iyong babalik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we waited. Tawanan pa rin kami ng tawanan. Nagpapa-tangkaran pa nga etong mga lalaking 'to. At si Eday, dahil malandi, nabubog ang paa! Hahaha! Magpapatangkaran pa kasi. Buti na lang di na aco sumali (kung sabagay wala naman acong laban sa kanila XD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang tagal pa naming naghintay. Wala. Nasagasaan na siguro yun si Gerard. Nagulungan yung isa pang paa. Gagapang na talaga 'yun pauwi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil ang tagal-tagal ni Gerard, umuwi na rin aco. Mag-aalas-otso na sa orasan namin (advance kasi e), buti na lang di aco pinagalitan ni Mama. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a wonderful day, kahit sininat pa aco at masama ang pakiramdam. God is really good to me. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-4623604132322894499?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/4623604132322894499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=4623604132322894499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/4623604132322894499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/4623604132322894499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/07/saturday.html' title='Fever'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-2187956701811703461</id><published>2009-07-04T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:25:31.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contentment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><title type='text'>First Friday Mass</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;July 4, 2009; Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda anxious today. This is the first First Friday mass that I am going to attend with the choir (the last time, I was in the oath-taking for the SSG).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every section lined up in the quadrangle first. I was looking for the third year when I saw the Basil making their way through the crowd. Good, at least I don't need to call them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Punta na lang kayo sa simbahan ah, hahanapin co pa Peter." I instructed them. Remo volunteered to go with me, thankfully. And gaah, after that long way up to the Peter's room, I didn't find anyone in there. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remo and I just went to the church. Upon reaching the choirbox, I saw the St. Peters. Nako. Nauna pa pala sila sa'min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I occupied the seat near the stairs. For a second, I felt proud sitting in this area. When I was in first year and second year, this is where the "authorities" sit, while we stay at the far corner. I mean, kahit kasi wala nang available na upuan sa part na ito, talagng dito at dito pa rin aco, as well as the other "older" members, uupo. Kami nila Adrian, Remo, Jayjay. Yung parang "authorities" nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I still don't want to be an &lt;i&gt;authority fugure&lt;/i&gt;. But still, I could feel an unexplainable happiness because I am the one "governing" the organization that I love. Aco ang may hawak sa club that I served for almost 5 years. The org where my true friends is, the people that I love. And of course, the org which is my instrument is serving Him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nga nila, liga ng star ang Glee Club. Ilan lang ba kaming non-star sa choir? Lima lang yata. For such a long time, star section student ang namumuno sa organization na ito. Aco lang ang sumira sa "chain". And I feel proud, dahil isang non-star ang namumuno sa liga ng mga star. It may seem petty, but it's a big thing for me. Because they entrust me this organization, they gave me the chance to lead them. I, who is a non-star student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this is not between stars and non-stars. This is about my passion for the choir. I never wished or thought of being the Glee Club president, but I'm happy that I am. This is the fruit of my years of service for the choir and for Him, my last year in this org, and I am going to make it memorable. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang medyo konti lang kami. Si Ayyah, wala. Buti sila Gerard at Tan e nakadating kahit hindi co nasabihan. I though Adrian wouldn't sing with us because he's still not around, so I was kinda surprised when I saw him on the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O? Bakit nandito ka? Kakanta ka?" I said almost bluntly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aba bakit, ayaw mo? Sige, bababa na aco." He joked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi. Akala co lang naman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took a chair from the corner and sat on "this" area. Authorities. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the mass started, Sir Bautisa arrived. Buti na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't understand a thing on the mass. We're busy chatting with each other (ang bad namin nu?). During the homily, as Adrian and I were talking, napunta kami sa mga pagbabago sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he is changing. Maturing, perhaps. And as he grows up as an individual, he's becoming unreachable. I mean, yes, he's reaching out on us, on me, but the fact that he is a "big" person now and not just the ordinary student I first met is so clear. And I told all of that to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pero parang ganun pa'rin naman aco ah," he said. I could see his eyes getting misty, as well as mine. I'm really a sensitive person, especially to my friends. "Kung ano naman ang ginagawa co dati, ayun pa rin ang ginagawa co pa rin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oo nga, pero hindi mo naman maiaalis na nagbabago ka na talaga. Parang... ang layo mo na." I told him, then biglang kambyo, "Pero in fairness naman sa'yo, di nalaki yung ulo mo. Humble ka pa rin naman saka lumalapit ka pa rin sa'min kahit.. iba na level mo. Saka maganda naman para sa'yo yung pagbabago mo e. Gaya na lang nang mas nagiging lalaki ka na kahit papano," we both smiled when I mentioned that. "Pero hindi co pa rin maalis na malungkot kasi... nagbabago ka na."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's changing. As well as my other friends. They're are all maturing, growing up, while I'm still a childish, immature girl--physically and emotionally--someone who dwells in the past, unable to move on because my most precious memories belong to that special chapter of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mass ended. Ang sama co, nakipagdaldalan lang aco. &gt;:) But thank you, Lord, because You gave me time to be with the my friends. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-2187956701811703461?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/2187956701811703461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=2187956701811703461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/2187956701811703461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/2187956701811703461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-friday-mass.html' title='First Friday Mass'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-2590050567434405623</id><published>2009-06-29T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:18:33.378+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conflict'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preparation for college'/><title type='text'>Rush</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, I was praying almost the whole day. The deadline for the UPCAT forms is just a few days away, and my mother still didn't know all about it. I was planning not to say it at all, but I was unable to save the money for the examination fee, so I have to tell it to her, or I won't be ablt to take the examination ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I don't want to tell it to my mother is because she doesn't want me to study college in Manila. I don't want to elaborate more about it, but a word that would best describe her reason is 'over-protectiveness'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I arrange the requirements all by myself, the only problem is the fee. I was anxious and worried that Saturday because Ayyah's mom would be passing the forms in UPD on Monday. Even my friends were wishing--and perhaps, praying--that my mom will allow me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home after the choir, I was thinking of ways how to say it and gathering all my guts. I had even crossed my mind not to tell it at all. But I though, "Would I let my only chance to take the UPCAT slip away because of cowardness? Would I waste all of my prayers, as well as my friends'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after hours of thinking, I made up my mind to tell it. It was already midnight. Mama is using her laptop, listening to music with her headphones, when I approached her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mama.."  I started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May sasabihin aco sa'yo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ano 'yun?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'Wag kang magagalit ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Magte-take aco ng UPCAT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've already blurted it out. It was maybe my first tome to try a "maamong" approach on telling serious things and asking permissions to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her response made me feel jubilant and somewhat annoyed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bakit ngayon mo lang sinabi?" Her tone was like saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great. So she would have allowed me if I said it earlier, and who knows, I might even attended a review class. But no time for regrets--I am not the kind of person who cry over a spilt milk. But I really feel happy that I can take the UPCAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayyah's mom was the one who deposited my payment on the bank on Monday. The next day, she took our forms to pass it in UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And heck, I am the only one who doesn't have a companion on the examination day. I mean, among my friends, they would all be taking the exam on August 2--some on morning, others in afternoon, but still, they have someone with the same examination day and time as theirs--except me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay, though it would be more fun if I would have a friend with me on the examination day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is in rush. Maybe because we didn't take care of the matters earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have just a month to review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really expecting that I will pass in UP. It would be more like a experience to me. But still, I &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; pass the exam, if I don't want to study my college somewhere near our place, where the schools aren't that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, fighto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh great. So my English sucks in this post. Sheesh. What the heck! I'll just gonna edit this later. I'm too sleepy now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-2590050567434405623?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/2590050567434405623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=2590050567434405623' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/2590050567434405623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/2590050567434405623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/06/rush.html' title='Rush'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-6960152401319839791</id><published>2009-06-29T20:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:34:52.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contentment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><title type='text'>Scary Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;March 27, 2009; Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The supposedly seminar in Los Baños today was canceled because Mrs. Escobin is sick. Which means that the copyreaders and photographers won't be oriented about their field in the preparation for the press conference,  and that I won't be learning desktop publishing in which I am greatly interested to learn. Therefore, we have to attend our first CAT training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CAT training had actually started last week, but because we were in Los Baños during that time, we were excused. But I have to go to school today, even I still wanted to curl up in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not sound like it, but I feel kinda excited for CAT. It's just... I don't want to wake up early during Saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My intrams t-shirt was too big for me so it felt awkward when I tucked it in my pants. Ablay and other CAT officers were on the fate and they didn't allow me to get in until I put on a bocnai (don't know the spelling XD) because I was just on a ponytail. Sheesh, I think that that little bocnai couldn't hold my super thick and long hair in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I approached Ginnique and Ayyah to ask about the registration thingy when I saw them a few minutes after I lined up. We went to St. Basil's room to complete the registration, and the three of us would be in the HQ company, as many had assumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next minutes was full of lectures about the commands. &lt;i&gt;Darap, puluton, tuluyang bilang, harap sa kanan...&lt;/i&gt; There were pretty much of them, and though I sometimes make mistakes in executing the commands, I was kinda enjoying it. Amoranto is our platoon leader and Gaban is the tactical leader. They say we're the "nicest" platoon, anyway. Well, were the only girls in the first battalion--the rest were boys--and it would be a shame if we're more stubborn than them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the training ended, every platoon executed the commands while the others are watching. All of us were nervous, but we managed to perform well. Not just "well", but our platoon was the best to perform in the battalion. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were dismissed. I don't feel like going home yet, and Ayyah, Remo, Ginnique and I stayed at the locker area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;And sh*t, Remo striked again! This is the second time, actually. Darn it! And he just kept on laughing at it! Mou..&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home at eleven and slept right away without eating my lunch. I was so tired! And when I woke up at 2pm, an awful dysmenorrhea started kickin' in. Ack, it was too painful that I thought I wouldn't be able to attend the choir. I was writhing in pain, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But would I let a stupid dysmenorrhea defeat me? Of course not! Determined to attend the choir, I forced myself to get up and took a hot bath even it was a hot, sticky day to ease the annoying pain. Good thing it worked a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was disappointed when I reached the school. Only Tan was there, even though it's past three already. Psh. I told them &lt;i&gt;repetitively&lt;/i&gt; to go to school at 3pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for the others. When the members who reviewed for the UPCAT came, the stage was filled with buzzing noise. And Eday was on his hyper mode again. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dismayed and annoyed to those members who didn't attend, I started the practice. Grr. Just wait for what I am going to do with them. (Aah, kala mo sinong istrikto!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5:00, we went to the church. I told the lector that we will sing the response in the Psalm. Just the response, and not the verses, and he agreed, telling it to other lectors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to do the high ending again, but our song was... not so good. It's not that awful, but it was... close to that, I think. Worse, we were singing without accompaniment. And the misalette I have has a wrong Psalm on it. Good thing the lectore probably forgotten we will sing the Psalm response and she went on reciting it. But still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bad girl as I am, I didn't listened on the Gospel and instead went on chatting with Eday and the others, talking about future plans. Adrian was asking for our opinions on which UP campus he will write on the second choice. We told him to write UPLB but after weighing his options, he ended up in Baguio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he's considering to be a teacher, just like me. And he would like to teach in LDSP, just like my plan. He would probably teach Math or English, and I would be teaching English as well. Remo would be taking up B.A. Filipino and Ayyah an English-related course, and are planning to teach, too. Yay! We might even be co-teachers someday! &lt;s&gt;But Remo and Ayyah would like to teach in MunSci.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, those are just &lt;i&gt;plans&lt;/i&gt;. It might come true, it might not. But I will try my best to be a teacher, really, and I want it in &lt;b&gt;Liceo de San Pedro&lt;/b&gt;! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something scary on the next minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the Kordero, I saw a lay minister &lt;b&gt;without his head on&lt;/b&gt;! Seriously! Geez, what is that?! Honestly, HE DOESN'T HAVE HIS HEAD ON! I mumbled that to Gerad, but he didn't completely got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried telling that to him again after the Kordero, and the others heard it too, but we had no chance to talk about it because we have to sing the Kordero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Walang ulo yung lay minister kaning pagkakita co!" I told them again while we were walking towards our chairs, and their faces' expressions were like O_O and WTF!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I was not frightened when I saw that, just a little nervous, but seeing their faces turning frightened and scared and shocked and saying "Hala.." I got pretty nervous. Adrian;'s face was red and he was quiet suddenly. After few seconds, he started telling in a panicky voice that he saw another lay minister without a head. NOW WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!? Those who were on our side was dumbfounded and frightened. WHAT ON EARTH IS HAPPENING!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the mass ended, everyone wanted to go down immediately, but we offered a prayer before going down. Sheesh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez, what is happening!? Was it just our imagination or are we getting nuts or it's just some crappy superstition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in those stupid superstitions, really. Maybe it was just our imagination or what. My belief in those things is, &lt;i&gt;"Kaya hindi umuunlad ang Pilipinas dahil sa pamahiin."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seeing them so frightened, I was carried away started becoming nervous too. I shouldn't have said it. Damn eyes, why are you showing these things to me? Ack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other choir members probably told some of the St. Basil what had happened, and they kept on convincing us to tell to the lay minister. I kept on disagreeing, telling them that the lay minister might get scared or they might think that the LDSP Glee Club is playing a prank on them. But Ginnique insisted because the priest was just nearby, and we finally told them about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fr. John just gave us advice and assured us that nothing will happen as long as we have faith in God. We prayed after that, and he told us to just forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Yes. It is just my stupid imagination!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to 7-eleven. Oh great. Forgetting, right? But I couldn't just take it away from my head, thinking about it over and over if there's something wrong with my eyesight and stupid imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I should forget about it. I was just a superstition, and I am not the kind of person who easily believes in those kind of crappy fiction. My day was pretty satisfying, anyway &lt;s&gt;just erase that scary experience and it is perfect!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-6960152401319839791?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/6960152401319839791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=6960152401319839791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/6960152401319839791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/6960152401319839791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/06/scary-experience.html' title='Scary Experience'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-6956109837181829488</id><published>2009-06-26T23:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T01:06:27.401+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><title type='text'>Ingles Na Mabangis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Warning:&lt;/b&gt; Pang-ookray sa teacher. Please spare my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala namang masyadong nangyari sa araw co. Ordinaryo lang, pero may mga nakakatuwang nagyari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katulad na lang nung Filipino time. 'Di nga aco masyadong nag-recite nun kasi hindi co binasa yung kwento, yung first part lang. It was so unlikely of me, I mean, not reciting and not having read what was told to be read. Kasi, arrogance aside, hindi aco sanay ng hindi nagpaparticipate sa reciatation, hindi confident na sumagot at umiiwas na matawag. Ang awkward ng feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos di rin aco sanay na walang alam sa mga stories sa libro, lalo na sa English at Filipino. Usually kasi, pagkabiling-pagkabili ng libro lalo na sa dalawang subjects na 'yon, sinusuyod co na ang libro poara magbasa ng mga kwento. Well, nabasa co na yung libro co sa Filipino, pero hindi yung istoryang "Ang Dalaginding". Ang awkward din ng feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anu ka ba Ivy! Di ba sabi mo magtitino ka na ngayong year? Ayusin mo naman buhay mo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatawa nga si Ms. Bulilan. Palibhasa tungkol sa pag-ibig ang maikling kwento, ginanahan tuloy magkwento tungkol sa lovelife. With matching actions pa kaya kami tawa ng tawa. Lalo na yung tawa niya (ask Jayson for demonstration).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagquiz kami sa Math kaya di natuluyan check-an yung assignment na di namin malaman kung &lt;i&gt;Honesty&lt;/i&gt; ba o &lt;i&gt;Goodness&lt;/i&gt; ang tamang sagot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27/30 ang score co. Okay na rin, kaya lang may itaas pa sana yung score co dahil alam co naman kung yung tamang sagot sa mga mali co. Kaya lang dala ng katangahan at ng pagiging absent-minded, namali aco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung English na, alisan yung mga magagaling cong kaklase para sumali sa audition sa Batingaw. 'Di co naman sila masisisi kung ayaw nilang maklita si.. ahm, yung english teacher namin. (Di co na ilalagay yung pangalan, though alam co naman na wala ring magagawa 'yon kasi kilala rin ng mga tao kung sino siya).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. Jusme, everyday e palala ng palala yung english niya. At english teacher siya nun ah. At dahil mabait acong estudyante, narito ang listahan ng kanyang mga malulupit na english:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nung Monday yata 'to]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Do I clear myself?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Sige! Ikaw na malinaw!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[June 25; nagbasa ang isang group sa harap]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Clap yourself!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Translation:&lt;/i&gt; Ipalakpak niyo ang sarili niyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Anu daw?? Pa'no yun??!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[June 26; discussing a lesson]&lt;br /&gt;Example of a sentence: (written on the board)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"The dog is barking at the &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;verb&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Translation:&lt;/i&gt; Ang aso ay kumakahol sa pandiwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- WUT!!? 0.0&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. Super tawanan kami kanina dun sa nakasulat sa verb. Super okray namin siya habang nagdi-discuss, palibhasa e nagdi-discuss. Nung nagtanong na kung may mga questions kami, eto namang si Jayson e sinabi kay miss. Ayun, natawa din siya sa sarili niya. Tawanan kami e. Pero pagkatapos nun mukang uminit ang ulo. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit di pa kasi si Sir Luna ang naging teacher namin e. Di co pa rin talaga matanggap. Almost 9 months din kaming magtitiis sa magaling naming English teacher. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-6956109837181829488?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/6956109837181829488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=6956109837181829488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/6956109837181829488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/6956109837181829488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/06/ingles-na-mabangis.html' title='Ingles Na Mabangis!'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-3310935153906102624</id><published>2009-06-25T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:19:58.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>She Who Dwells In The Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; She Who Dwells In The Darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; chibivy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; She’s extremely ordinary and plain. She lives in her own little world. She dwells in the darkness. But he is determined to put a smile on her lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre:&lt;/b&gt; Angst/Drama/Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; Rated T&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2686770/1/She_Who_Dwells_In_The_Darkness"&gt;Read &lt;b&gt;She Who Dwells In The Darkness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I've already revised the first chapter of my first-ever story that I've published online. Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought of giving up on that story. But after months of sudden abandonment, I realized I should finish things that I've started if I really want to make a good story. And the ideas are really wandering inside my mind; it would be too bad if I won't write them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just uploaded the first chapter in FictionPress.com but I'm currently working on the third one. I'm still thinking and revising the contents of the second chapter, thinking if I could add some more on it so I haven't uploaded it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mou, please read it and review my story! This is my first story so please be kind to me! Nyahahaha! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yatta! Ai-chan's writing spirit is buuurniiiiiiing!!~ =3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-3310935153906102624?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/3310935153906102624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=3310935153906102624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/3310935153906102624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/3310935153906102624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/06/she-who-dwells-in-darkness.html' title='She Who Dwells In The Darkness'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-4042842121452794362</id><published>2009-06-25T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T20:14:24.976+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contentment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><title type='text'>Meeting</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling lazy to write every details that happened on my day. So I won't be posting that now. There's nothing special that happened to me this day, anyway. Well, not inside the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But during our Religion time, as Mr. dela Torre was discussing something about killing, a major sin, Adrian and Ginnique excused Jayson. Adrian looked inside the room, seemingly searching for someone. I smiled at him when he saw me and he excused me as well. Uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bakit?" I asked him when I went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May meeting mamaya yung mga presidents ng bawat section at club presidents sa room 303." He told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became confused. "Ha? Bakit? President ba aco?" I said the words as if what he just said were absurd things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ano ka ba! Bakit, di ka ba president ng Glee Club?" The guy said as if he wants to beat me to my senses. Now I remembered. President nga pala aco ng Glee Club, idiot. I want to kick my stupid head at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was because I never really treat myself as a "high person". I mean, I don't have this mentality na mas "mataas" aco sa ibang member ng choir. I never really get used at the idea of being a president, and acted the same way as I am, well, besides on the time that I need to show my &lt;i&gt;authority&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sige, sige." I told Adrian and waved him my usual over-enthusiastic, childish goodbye as I entered the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thirty. That the time the meeting is suppose to start. I tried my best to be on time, but came to school at 1:35. I hope the meeting isn't starting yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Bedia as I leave my things on the locker area under Keirulf's care. I told him that the meeting would be starting, and he told me he didn't want to go. He needs to attend the meeting because sergeant at arms should be present too, by the way. After some little, almost effortless persuation, he came with me. The "bear-man" wasn't too hard to persuade at all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally reached the rooftop, I saw Remo and the others inside the room. Oh no! The meeting is already starting? But I easily recovered the unresonable, little panic that I felt when Adrian went out of the room and told me to just wait outside. Oh, so the meeting that was currently taking place was the meeting for the presidents and sergeants, not for the club presidents. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some few minutes of waiting, our own meeting started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're having this "unauthorized" club. This is composed of all club presidents. We voted our own officers, though the outcome was kinda preditable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;President:&lt;/b&gt; Adrian Espiritu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vice-President:&lt;/b&gt; Jesta Pabillon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Secretary:&lt;/b&gt; Angelou Molinyawe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Treasurer:&lt;/b&gt; Remo Manikan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about the things we could do to organize the organization we are handling. First, we discussed about the making of the narrative reports for the election day. Ugh. Glee Club's election was held last school year, I we don't have photos and details on what had exactly happened on that day. Good thing I have a blog post about that here on ♥ banat ni nene ;]. (See how useful a keeping a blog can be!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nest thing we discussed was about the bulletin board. We need to do the bulletin board for each club as soon as possible. As for us, Glee Club and Drum &amp;amp; Lyre would share the a bulletin, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with that is, fixing the bulletin board for all clubs will be held on the same day, and a maximum of four officers will be the one to do that. And my VPs for Activities (Remo) and Affairs (Adrian) are handling their own clubs. Remo's the president in Banyuhay Club while Adrian is handling El Numero and SSG. Well, Glee Club is a league of star sections students, lead by a non-star girl. What do you expect from those uber-busy brainiacs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we talked about the shirts each club would be using, as well as the logo. Each club would have a designated color of shirt for distinction. As we had discussed on previous choir meeting, Glee Club would be using the white shirts again, so we would look more "neat" and "immaculate", unlike the pink shirts we used on the past two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other details that we've talked about. And this should be discussed to the club you're handling. Gaah, this is what I don't like. Like what I've said before, I dislike being an "authority figure" in the choir. But I have no choice, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting ended at 2:30. I went out the school to buy a t-shirt for CAT and to print my Physics assignment on a computer shop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-4042842121452794362?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/4042842121452794362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=4042842121452794362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/4042842121452794362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/4042842121452794362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/06/meeting.html' title='Meeting'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-295621454704062141</id><published>2009-06-23T19:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T20:18:11.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><title type='text'>Great Day!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;June 20, 2009; Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very great day. I laughed so much; everyone seemed to be so happy. How I wish this will always happen. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at six in the morning, contrary to what I’ve planned to wake up at 5am. It’s still early, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before 7am, I was on my way to school. The outside of Liceo was full of fourth year students because we would be having our fist CAT. Too bad I can’t join them now. The Gatekeeper staff will be going to Liceo de Los Baños for the seminar in campus journalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately looked up for the other staffers. Adrian and the others were in the bulletin side. So, Jaymiriz would also be in the presscon. I sighed in my mind. The misunderstanding between the two of us isn’t cleared up yet. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Seminar ang pupuntahan natin, hindi modeling.” Adrian joked upon seeing my favorite high-heeled sandals on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS9RSxGDSDU/SfgpH7J-ujI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Gf7J4rndh-Y/s400/Stilettos2%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS9RSxGDSDU/SfgpH7J-ujI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Gf7J4rndh-Y/s400/Stilettos2%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mou, I &lt;s&gt;want&lt;/s&gt; like this one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;“Bahala ka, kapag nadapa ka, di ka namin kilala.” Ginnique said, then acted a monologue. “’Yung kasama niyo, nadapa o!’ ‘Ay, di  namin kasama yan!’” And the laughter erupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Varcas would be the one to accompany us because Mr. Luna has to attend his classes in PNU. He’s taking up his masterals, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After minutes of waiting, Jeje and Gerard finally came. Gerard was the one chosen instead of Chalson in photojournalism. Gerard, our photographer who didn’t even bring a camera. Oh, great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayyah was the last one to come, to think that she told me she will come early. When she arrived, we prepared ourselves to go. We boarded on the school’s van. Mou, I’m seated at the back. x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few minutes after we stared travelling, Adrian borrowed Jay’s newspaper to “read news”, but ended up on the daily horoscope page. My horoscope said that a sudden melancholia would be coming on this day. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t make to much noise on the rest of the travel. Ugh, some of us are feeling dizzy, including me. I feel like throwing up at any moment (but of course, I never throw up during trips).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After more than an hour, we reached LDLB. And we saw Mrs. Escobin, our first year English teacher. I think she’s already teaching in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Licceo de Los Baños is already a familiar place for me. I’ve been here when I was in sixth-grader when we competed in inter-Liceo choir competition. We also made a stop over here on our way home from the presscon when I was in first year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We occupied the room at the lower part. IV-St. Augustine. The room was air-conditioned but we still feel dizzy. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ayun o, may CR. Dun ka mag-‘blow’.” Jaymiriz suddenly said… to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him and then grope him at the neck. Yay! Bati na kami!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Evelyn Navia was the lecturer. I know her because she had already conducted a workshop on us back in freshmen year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 56 of us in the room. Forty-five were from LDLB, plush the 11 of us. I think they haven’t arranged their positions yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9:30, we had a break. “Working break” was what it is called because we have to finish a news article Ms. Navia asked us to do. =,=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seminar continued on. Because I had slept at past three in the morning, I felt sleepy.  Yaawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch before 12 noon. Because some of us didn’t bring packed lunch, we went to Jollibee. Ayah said she wanted to go to UPLB and even texted Haiezel so we can meet her up. She’s in Manila, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the mall-like place. I remembered that this is where we saw a woman with colorful umbrella on our way to Pakil for the leadership training. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they ordered their food, we began eating our lunch. And because both Ayyah and I brought packed lunch, we just ordered swirly bits for dessert. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaah, we haven’t finished the editorial Ms. Navia asked us to do. Never mind, I am to lazy to do that. ;p (&lt;-Don’t imitate this lazy feature editor. XD)  We’re already full and it’s already 1pm so we decided to go back, even we still want to wander around. We gave our fare to Gerard so it would be easier to give them to the driver. Ayyah was helping Gerard count the coins when Adrian hailed a jeepney. I thought the driver didn’t see us but the vehicle slowed.  I think it not the proper place to load passengers but the jeep slowed a little, waiting for us, though it didn’t really stop. We leisurely walked toward it. I was about to comment that the driver may have be intending us to run after his jeep until we reach LDLB when we realized that &lt;b&gt;the jeep isn’t stopping&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran after it. And the heck, I was wearing a super high-heeled stilettos! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us were on the entrance of the jeep while the others were still struggling to get it. I had a foot on the ‘tungtungan’ when someone pushed me away! T_T  The jeep was still moving and I could feel the heels of my sandals screeching against the rough road. Dang! When finally I was able to step on the jeep, I was still hanging on the entrance, holding on the bars like a tarsier, literally, in fear of being left behind. Geez, pakiramdam co makakaladkad aco e. O hindi naman kaya e yung katulad sa anime na matatangay ka horizontally. You could have seen my legs as it hug the bars!&lt;b&gt; FIRST TIME CONG SUMABIT SA JEEP!!&lt;/b&gt; HAHAHAHAHA! XD Good thing someone helped me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was the last person to board. But when I looked behind, I saw Ayyah and Jeje running after the jeep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hoy, sandali!! Pamasahe co!” Jeje cried as she run after the jeepney. If you just saw the expression in their face, it was LOL-some!! PRICELESS!!!! HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver finally slowed a little, allowing Ayyah and Jeje to ride on the vehicle. And we were all laughing so hard. Kanda sakit na tiyan namin kakatawa, maluha-luha na kami. Grabe, this is sure some kind of extraordinary experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jeep was full of laughter that we didn’t even notice that we’re already on LDLB. We thought that the seminar is already starting, but we’re still laughing as we walk to the room. Di kami maka-recover e. Good thing Ms. Navia wasn’t there yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I walk toward my seat, I tripped on my own foot. So much of laughing like crazy. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued doing our work, and I couldn’t put a meaningful on my editorial. Gaah, seems like I lost all the ideas in my head because of what happened. Nyaha, nakalog yata ang utak co! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not necessary, anyway. We already have our designated positions. I think Ms. Navia only asked us to do this to determine the positions of LDLB’s staffers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hours went on. Gaah, I’m getting sleepy again. I exchanged seat with Jeje and sat beside Adrian when it’s time to discuss Feature writing because I can’t clearly see the words scrawled on the board because I’m in the corner seat. Nang gumawa ‘tong si Jayjay ng kalokohan. He drew a pair of eyes on a piece of horizontal paper, then placed it over his own eyes. We were giggling again. It was intended to ‘hide’ our sleeping eyes (as if it is possible).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Ms. Navia noticed that we’re getting sleepy so we ‘evacuated’ on another room. This time we occupied a room from the school building on the entrance. The building looked a little like “T2” because it’s a bit spooky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Navia discussed Sports Writing. And after that, the seminar ended. Whoa, it's only 3:30pm. Yatta! We can attend the choir! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Ms. Varcas said that our service will come at 5pm. Yay! The service &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;should&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; come now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for our service, nanghiram sila Jayjay ng bola ng basketball para makapaglaro kami. At naglaro nga kami, I tried shooting &lt;s&gt;while wearing my stilettos&lt;/s&gt; but I failed no matter how many time I tried. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got tired from playing, we just sat and waited at the entrance while talking about those funny moments. The experience with the jeep a while ago, the happenings in leadership training, the happy moments--we laughed aloud on them. I never laughed this way for a long time. Just now, just on moments like these, can I laughed until my jaw and my stomach hurt. Just when I am with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4pm, our service came. Yada! Inagawan co ng pwesto si Ginnique, naso-suffocate kasi talaga aco sa pwesto co e. Nandun tuloy aco sa may side ng bintana at si Ginnique naman ay tumabi kay Miss sa driver's seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Adrian to open the window beside me because I couldn't open it. At nagsimula na ang ingay sa sasakyan. Habang umaandar yung van, nagsisisigaw kami sa mga tao sa labas ng "Hi!". Well, pasimuno aco e. Hehe.. Tawanan kami ng tawanan at gumaya naman sila. Palakpakan kami kapag kinakawayan din kami ng mga tao. Bwahahaha! Yeah, we're like crazy people. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro nasa Calamba na kami ng mapagod kami kakakaway sa mga tao sa labas. The trip back was fast. Great, we're going to make it on the mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we reached the school and stepped out of the van, we immediately run to the CR. Haha. Super puputok na pantog co e. The other choir went to the church and we came running after them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag-akyat co sa choirbox--WAW! Nagulat aco e. Punong-puno ng tao ang choirbox. Siksikan na nga e. Lahat yata ng choir members e umattend. My sermon paid off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so happy. Nakakatuwa. Ang dami namin ngayon. Ang huling pagkakataon na ganito karami ang umattend sa choir e nung first year pa aco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun aco puwesto sa may dulo, sa may electric fan. Super inet kase e, ang haggard co na. Di pala kakanta ng salmo ngayon si Siacey kase di nakapagpractice but we will be singing a new song for the communion. Good thing I know the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bell ran, signaling the start of the mass. And I was surprised on how powerful our voice are. Ang lakas nung kanta namin, hindi katulad na nag-istruggle kami kasi kakaunti lang yung mga umaattend. &lt;i&gt;Choir nga pala kami,&lt;/i&gt; I thought. Not just a group of five singers, but a choir. I feel so happy and proud. Silly as it may sound, but I feel like crying. I couldn't help the smile on my lips. I looked at Adrian ang we exchange meaningful glances. Yes, I know he felt the same way as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the high ending on the entrance song and Papuri. Buti na lang nakaya co. Medyo nakakatawa lang aco sa ending ng Papuri kase masyadong mataas yung note kaya napataas co pa yung paa co para maabot yung tono. Bu I did good, I think. I was the only one to sing the high ending pero nangibabaw yung boses co. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumamblay lang kami sa may Communion Song, "Awit ng Paghahangad". Yung voicing kasi ng alto e. Pero okay lang, unang bese lang naman kasing kantahin yung song e. But we did very good. Sana parating maraming aattend. And I told that to them when the mass ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Mabel to lead the prayer. She was Mr. Bautista's daughter and a new member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagkayayaan kami sa 7-eleven, pero pupunta pa sila Remo sa Novo kaya nauna na kami nila Jayjay, Arbu, At Gerard. Gaah, pagod at gutom na aco. Pero sinundo naman ni Eday si Gerard, may pupuntahan yata sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost 8pm when I went home. Mama immediately told me to take a bath with hot water. Too paranoid of me catching a "flu". Iba na talaga ang nagagawa ng H1N1 sa mga tao. But I obeyed her. After taking a bath, I went to bed and slept, not even caring to eat dinner. Kumain anman na aco sa 7-eleven ng Teki Shomen e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day is super great. There are so many happy things that happened, and the sadness didn't came, contary to what my horoscope said. I wish my dys would always be this great :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-295621454704062141?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/295621454704062141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=295621454704062141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/295621454704062141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/295621454704062141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/06/great-day.html' title='Great Day!~'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS9RSxGDSDU/SfgpH7J-ujI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Gf7J4rndh-Y/s72-c/Stilettos2%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-4779739654214687620</id><published>2009-06-23T19:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T04:38:15.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><title type='text'>Accomplishment</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;March 19, 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English time. As soon as Mrs. Lopena entered the room, she told me that Mr. Luna asked for me and is waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered what he needs on me and suddenly felt nervous. It's not something bad, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out and saw Mr. Luna on the veranda beside the internet room. He motioned me to come. I walked toward him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he told me (in tagalog!) that there would be a seminar in Los Baños about the campus journalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would be competing in Feature writing English! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy because I finally got out of being stuck in Sports Writing. I'm not really good in Sports, 'yanno? And the three years that I was a Sports Editor was so unreproductive. I think there's a better chance of me winning in Feature writing. Not that I am so good in Feature--all I know about it was it is a free writing, seriously--but at least, it's easier for me to handle that than Sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that Ayyah would be competiting for Feature writing Tagalog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the conflict is, the seminar is on Saturday and our first Saturday mass this school year is on that same day. I even told the glee club to attend on that day, and look, I might not be able to attend at all. Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dismissal time. I saw Ayyah and she was in glowing mood because she would be a part in the presscon. But she probably didn't know her category because she was surprised when I told her and she almost bounced in happiness. Haha! We're both jumping in joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went to the main building, she told me that I was the Feature editor. I didn't know that, and I learned that the result for what we did last monday has come out. I excitedly went to the news room and squealed and jumped when I saw my number (#5) on the Feature editor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaah! I'm so super happy! I didn't expect that I would be the Feature editor; I was thinking that I would be just a Feature writer since I just switched on that category. But look! I, who didn't know anything about Feature writing, managed to be the editor! Waw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so accomplished! I wish I would do good in presscon and be reproductive in The Gatekeeper. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-4779739654214687620?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/4779739654214687620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=4779739654214687620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/4779739654214687620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/4779739654214687620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/06/accomplishment.html' title='Accomplishment'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-1074985099533038585</id><published>2009-06-17T22:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T04:45:14.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contentment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><title type='text'>Club Elections</title><content type='html'>Maaga na naman acong pumasok dahil novena. Haay, sana tuloy-tuloy na ang maaga cong pagpasok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aco pa lang at si Eirish ang tao sa room. Ginawa co na lang yung ibang assignment sa Filipino. Maya-maya e nagbabaan na, St. Gregory ang nag-lead ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos ng novena, nagsermon si Sir Diola dahil may natanggal na soap dispenser (yung parang sa mall; sosyalen kami nu). Buti na lang umulan kaya alisan kami sa quadrangle para sumilong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Club elections nga pala ngayon. Hmm.. ano kayang club na sasalihan co? So may SSG na aco at The Gatekeeper (school organ), pati Glee Club na aco ang may hawak. Member din aco English, Science, at Computer club pero member lang talaga. Mamaya pipilitin cong makapasok sa limang kukunin na 'representative' ng section namin sa elections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala pa si Sir dela Torre nang tanungin kung sino yung former members ng English club. Akala co naman mag-eelection na kaya nagtaas aco ng kamay. Nung first year pa kasi aco member pero hindi naman aco nag-participate sa elections last year. Hayaan mo na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumunta kami kay Mrs. Lopena. Ayun, inutusan kaming puntahan yung mga sections na handle niya para magtanong ng mga interested na sumali sa Lingua Franca. Sheda, sana pala di na lang aco sumama. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una naming pinuntahan yung Fourth Year St thomas Aquinas. Ampness, si Dianne lang yung sumali. Sheda, kaya ayokong kausap ang fourth year sa mga ganito e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinunod namin yung mga first year, then yung iba pang fourth year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe, konti lang yung nagsisalihan. Pa'no ba naman kasi, ang naiisip ng mga estudyante kapag English Club, kailangang mag-English ng bonggang-bongga. Syempre sasabihin nosebleed. Ang mahirap kasi sa mga estudyante ngayon, na-stereotyped na na mahirap magsalita ng English e. E hindi naman tina-try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos naming magtanong ng mga gustong maging members, bumalik kami kay Mrs. Lopena. At sabi niya, ibigay namin kay Ms. padilla yung papel. So pumunta kami sa faculty. Pagkatapos sabi naman ni Ms. Padilla sabihin kay Sir Luna na kunin yung list ng members ng other sections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumunta kami sa St. Gregory. Todo discuss si Sir Luna. Ampness, bakit ba naman kasi hindi siya ang naging teacher co sa English e?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagtuturuan pa kami kung sinong magsasabi. Sa huli, aco ang nag'excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, excuse po."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gestured for us to wait. Ang nung humarap na siya, sabi, &lt;i&gt;"Whot?"&lt;/i&gt; (What?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumagot aco. "Sir, sabi po.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Whot?"&lt;/i&gt; ulit niya. Okay, so dapat English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, Sir, Ms. Padilla t-told us... to ask you if you could get the list of the English Club members in the section... you handle." Sagot co naman, trying to answer fluently. Medyo nag-stammer lang aco. Nag-"aahh.." pa yung mga estudyante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay." Sabi niya at balik sa pagtuturo. Ampness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumalik na kami sa room. Habang yung iba e ine-excuse dahil sa club elections. Sheda, gusto cong sumali sa Science club, ayaw naman magpa-palit ni Sencio. Wala kasi aco sa room nun e, naghahanap ng ng members for English club. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was past 11am when we decided to go to the extension building where the election would be taking place. Pero nag-eelection pa ang Computer club, mukang kakasimula pa lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakita co pa nga si Sir Bau. Sabi co sa kanya, magmi-meeting sana ang choir. He agreed and said later would be fine. And he will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumunta muna kami sa Main kasi parang na-overheard namin na sa stage na lang mag-eelection ang English club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naghintay kami pero wala naman. Tumambay muna kami tuloy sa tapat ng room ni Sir Liwag at kinulit siya. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some few minutes, bumalik aco sa extension. Magsisimula na rin siguro yung election ng English Club kaya pumunta na rin kami sa baba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napag-uusapan namin nila Eday yung mga pwedeng maging presidents ng mga choir. Si Ginnique ang malamang na mag-president. And Adrian nominated her. Nung may nagnominate din kay Eday, nag-decline siya dahil president na siya ng Math club. Nako, ayaw talagang magkabangaan ng dalawang ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero sheda, ninominate ni [put a bad adjective here] na Ana Jane na 'yun si Veloso. Ampness, lokohan ba ito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English ang speech nila. Maganda naman yung pagkakadeliver ni Ginnique. Si Veloso.. ayun, kuntodo English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unang nagboto kay Ginnique. Ampness, 50+. Mukang di kakayanin. 'Wag naman sana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At nung kay Veloso na, sheda, mukang lalagpasan pa si Ginnque. Nagkakaron na nga ng "kaguluhan" yung mga teachers e. Sa huli, si Veloso din ang nanalo. AMPNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala na, nakakatamad na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-1074985099533038585?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/1074985099533038585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=1074985099533038585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/1074985099533038585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/1074985099533038585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/06/club-elections.html' title='Club Elections'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-5802519918645727523</id><published>2009-06-16T19:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:01:35.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><title type='text'>Oath-Taking</title><content type='html'>Morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early (improving) and used the computer for a few minutes. After that, I prepared myself for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was excited but a little bit anxious as I prepare for school. Today is our oath-taking as SSG officers. I've ironed my dress twice, though I'm wondering if it'll okay if I wear it because it is just above the knee. And I was anxious because I had a not-so-good dream. In my dream, I've prepared everything for the oath-taking, only to find out that Angel is really the fourth year representative. Sheesh. But I tried to shake away the thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried ironing my thick, long, wavy hair but I failed. Jeez, di na tinatalaban ng plansta ang buhok co. I gave up and headed to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a few of my classmates were in the school, though no one is at the classroom. So I went to the St. Basil's room. Neither of Eday nor Ginnique was there so I talked to Remo instead to confirm things. When I went back to the Main Building, I saw Chalson and he asked me to accompany him to St. Basil's. Kinuha namin yung mga damit namin at iniwan sa labas ng room ng Basil. At nung tinanong co sa kanya yung tungkol sa offering, dali-dali niya acong hinatak palabas. Ayun, di pala siya nakakabili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sarado ang Blaida's at Queen Ester kaya sa palengke na lang kami. At ngayon co lang nalaman na pwede palang bilhin at hostia. Ang galing! Edi pwede din 'yong papakin? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi na kami bumalik ng classroom pagkabili namin ng offering ni Chalson. Sabi niya kasi 'wag na daw e. So we stayed at the Extension Building and wrapped Chalson's offering. Tapos pinakulot co sa kanya yung buhok co. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya-maya, lumabas na rin sila Eday kaya nagbihis na kami dun sa CR sa tabi ng room nila. Sabay-sabay na nga kami e, boys and girls. Sus, wala naman ng hiyaan e. Ang ginawa lang namin, sa cubicle kaming dalawa ni Rochelle tapos sa labas ng cubicle sila Remo, Eday, and Chalson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At paglabas co, aba, bonggang-bonggang tukso ang inabot co. Kasi nga, muka acong magpaparty. Ichura. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-stay muna kami sa room ng St. Basil habang nag-aayos. At nang maka-alis na ang ibang high school papapunta sa simbahan, lumarga na rin kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By partner nga e. Escort-escort. Si Remo yung ka-"partner" co, with matching abrisiete pa. Haha. At talaga namang bongga-bonggang grand entrance kami sa simbahan. Sa gilid lang naman kami dumaan, sa may bandang PEAC, pero super tingin ang madlang people. Magsasakristan nga sila Paeng e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun kami sa may harapan pumwesto. By position, kaya dun aco sa may aisle. Sheesh, di aco makakapag-choir ngayon. Sa buong high school life co, ngayon lang nangyaring hindi aco nag-choir sa misa ng Liceo. As in. Kaya lang hindi naman aco nagpapa'banjing-banjing lang e. Para sa SSG to, I told myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasa choirbox pati yung mga members na hindi umaattend. Supposedly, may meeting kami after the mass. Pero mukhang hindi na matutuloy kasi kakain daw kami sa Chowking. Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-umpisa na ang misa. I anxiously watch the choir as they sing, and so was Adrian who was in the aisle next to mine. This is the first mass in this school year, so dapat 'wag naman kaming pumalpak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Homily, we were asked in front for the oath-taking. I was worried because the name for the Fourth Year Representative might be Angel's and not mine. My dream might serve as a bad omen. But fortunately, it was my name that was called and I proudly stride in front, carefully walking with my super high-heeled sandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was both anxious and happy being in front. Anxious because people might wonder why I am the one in there. And happy because as I recite the words and raise my hand to pledge, I am officially a part of Supreme Student Government, the highest organization in a school, and I could contribute to Liceo de San Pedro, the school which had been my home for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fr. John gave us his blessings. Woot! Naligo sa holy water! I carefully balanced myself on my sandals. Madulas kasi 'tong sandals co na ito. Mahirap na, baka gumawa na naman aco ng eksena sa harap, "kagalang-galang" pa naman aco ngayon. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went at the back after that for the offering. The crowd gave way for us. And when we lined up, I saw my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Akalain mong SSG ka." Jayson said with a teasing smile. I saw my former and current classmates, too, mildly teasing me and appraising my clothes. And I was glad. Because the picture I saw wasn't condemnation like what I thought, but acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami yung magka-"partner" ni Gerard. Naglakad na kami sa unahan and I proudly smiled to my fellow Liceans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to our seats after we gave our offering. Then Adrian and I were giving signs to the choir para lakasan ang pagkanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung nag-Ama Namin nga, ayaw pang humawak nila Eday. Bawal daw. Woot, di uso ang H1N1 sa Licean! And I felt glad because amidst the disease in our country, everyone held hands, following the tradition. Eventually, Adrian and I held hands too, linking with the other officers on the other seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after that, the Mass ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unti-unti, lumabas na ang mga estudyante. Niyaya aco ni Charlson na pumunta sa section niya para ibilin yung bag niya. Ibibilin co na rin yung sa'min. Lilipat na rin kase kami ng room e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero hindi na namin nagawa yun. Nag-stay kasi kami sa likod ng simbahan e. Ayun, kinausap si Sir Cejero at nag-isip ng paraan ng &lt;i&gt;"ways"&lt;/i&gt; para matipid ang budget na pang-kain. Ang sama nga nila e. Kunwari na lang wala acong narinig. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos nun, picture-picture na! Wee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung wala nang estudyante sa simbahan, bumalik kami sa school. Ang tagal pa naming naghintay, siguro 15 minutes pa bago kami naka-alis kasi naghintayan pa. Nauna na kami nila Gerard at Remo sa St. Peter para hintayin yung iba. Then nung dumating na sila, sumakay na kami ng tricycle. Sa Jollibee boundary kami. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sama-sama kami nila Remo,Gerard, Jeje at Abby sa isang tricycle. Yung iba, sa isa pang tricycle. Naghintay pa kami ng 15 minutes dun sa Jollibee bago mai-serve sa'min yung pagkain. At ayun, kung anu-anong kalokohan ang mga pinag-gagagawa. Luko-loko si Chalson e, ang ganda-ganda ng damit--coat and tie--tapos kinutsara ba naman yung coke! HAHA! Mukang hindi sibilisado e. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natahimik lang ang aming table ng dumating na yung in-order. Syempre, may laman na ang mga bibig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matapos naming kumain, bumalik na kami sa school. "Secret" pa nga daw, 'wag nang sabihin sa iba. (Pero syempre, nalaman na ng kunsinumang nagbasa ng post na ito. ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi, 'wag na daw magbihis ng school uniform para ganun na mga ka-itsurahan namin. Kaya ayun, pumasok aco sa room namin--CAT na ang klase--na mukang magpa-party. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos ng klase namin, sabay kami ni Chalson pumunta sa Basil. May meeting daw ng 1pm. Umuwi na aco pagkatapos nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil may meeting nga daw, maaga acong pumunta sa school kahit 3:00 pa ang klase co. Pero hindi na "maaga" yun kasi 1:30 na. Pumunta aco sa Basil. Sabi ni Remo di pa naman daw nagsisismula yung meeting. Tumambay muna aco sandali dun at naisipan co na ring gumawa ng assignment sa Science. Di co kasi nagawa, nakakahiya naman. Umalis na lang aco sa room nila nung nag-aayos na sila. Sabi ni Eday tapos naman na daw ang meeting e. Evacuate aco sa stage kung saan naroroon ang mga kaklase co at ipinagpatuloy ang pagdo-drowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past 3pm ng dumating si Sir Del Rio. Iii, nakakatakot. Bad trip yata. Dumadagundong ang boses e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-Pretest kami. Honestly, hindi naman sa pagmamayabang ah, the test was quite easy. That is, kung natatandaan mo pa yung mga formulas. And I barely remember them. FOIL lang yata ang alam co dun sa mga computations sa test. Buti na lang may mga ibang "identification" (pero multiple choice yun). I skipped the items which I find difficult. At ayun, nag-time na tuloy at yung iba pa lang yung sinagutan co sa mga ini-skip co. Yay! Hula-hula na lang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also checked our Pretest in English which we answered yesterday. May iba nga acong objections e, but decided to keep silent. Bukas na lang. Haay, di co pa rin talaga matanggap na hindi si Sir Luna ang teacher namin sa Math. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics. Nagrecite-recite din aco. This is good, ibig sabihin interested aco sa Physics. Siguro dahil magaling magturo si Mrs. Suinan. Favorite subject co kasi talaga ang Science before co narealize na mas nag-eexcel aco sa English, pero nawala yung interes co dahil sa mga Science teacher co nung second year ang third year na wala naman acong natutunan. Sa tingin co, kahit papano naman siguro bawi na aco dahil kahit di si Sir Luna ang Englsih teacher namin, at least magaling ang Math and Physics teachers namin--mga subjects na kailangang may matutunan aco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-uwian na. Hinintay co sila Almendral para ibalik yung plantsa niya sa buhok, nakauwi na daw. Amp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang dami nga nag-compliment sa dress na suot co kaninang umaga. Ang cute daw ng mga damit co. Aba syempre, aco pa, e malandi aco! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day is very eventful. And I feel happy. This is just the start, I'm looking forward for lots of happy events in this school year, my last year ni Liceo de San Pedro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-5802519918645727523?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/5802519918645727523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=5802519918645727523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/5802519918645727523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/5802519918645727523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/06/oath-taking.html' title='Oath-Taking'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-4444301172141929618</id><published>2009-06-11T21:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:28:27.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contentment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dismayed'/><title type='text'>Pressured</title><content type='html'>Ngayong araw, nag-isip kaming mga officers kung pa'no ide-decorate yung room namen. Sheda, wala na naman ngang ginagawa e. Ang ingay pa nung mga classmates co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-isip kami ng mga offences sa lalagyan ng fine para hindi na magka'class fund. Ang corny kasi e, class fund pa. At dahil wala namang ginagawa ang P.R.O., aco ang magbebenta ng papel at mapupunta yung pera sa fund. Uso kasi hingian sa'min ng papel, kawawa tuloy yung nagdadala kasi buong klase ang nahingi sa kanya. Si Honey supplier ng Stevenson nun e. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess, sabay ulit kami ni Jayson. Sumabay din sa'min si Lea. Ang daming tao sa canteen, sheda. Naiirita talaga aco sa uniform ng first year. 'Kala mo di taga Liceo de San Pedro dahil naka-long sleeves. Tapos ang init pang tingnan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil nga marami pang tao sa canteen, tumambay muna kami sa faculty. Adik si Lea, lahat ng tao sinasabihang umattend sa drills something ng mga CAT bukas. Nung kumonti na yung mga tao sa canteen, bumili na kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala pa si Sir dela Torre 'pag balik namin sa room kaya tambay muna sa labas. At nung bumalik na, wala na kami masyadong ginawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung uwian, nandun si Ayyah sa labas ng room namin. Nagkwentuhan sila nila Jayson at Jorvina ng tungkol sa KHR. Di naman aco maka'relate kasi hanggang episode 3 pa lang yata yung napanood co. Kaya ni-try co na lang sagutan yung English reviewer ni Ayyah for UPCAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumaba na kami ni Ayyah sa locker area. Pumunta muna sila ni Lea sa extension habang aco e nagsasagot. Bumaba si Sir Bautista mula sa Music room, almuni pa nga yata yung kumausap sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung paalis na siya, maya-maya sabi sa'kin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ikaw ba president? (I nodded.) Ikaw ang president? O bakit wala kang ginagawa? Umpisa na nga school year, di ka man lang nakikipag-coordinate sa'kin. O sa Tuesday may misa, kayong tatlo na lang!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumango lang aco. Umalis na si Sir, habang aco naman ay tigalgal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ha?&lt;/i&gt; Isip-isip co. Super shocked aco. Ang sarcastic ng pagsasalita niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang ang tono ng pagsasalita niya e wala acong inaatupag sa Glee Club. Na wala acong ka'kwenta-kwentang President. Na wala acong silbi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganun ba talaga aco? Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kulang pa ba yung in'exert cong effort sa nakaraang bakasyon na hindi naman dapat &lt;u&gt;aco&lt;/u&gt; ang namamahala sa Glee Club dahil sa June pa aco effective. Kulang pa ba yung mga ginawa cong pag-attend, pagkanta kahit halos lilima lang kami, pagpupumilit na ayusin ang choir? Kulang pa ba lahat ng ginawa co?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo, siguro nga maliliit lang na bagay 'yon, pero nakagawa din naman aco ng pagbabago kahit papano, di ba? Ngayon nga lang kami nag'salmo e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inis na inis aco sa sarili co. Parati na lang acong failure. Sa Gatekeeper, wala acong kwenta. Sa SSG, aco ang weakest link. Tapos dito, dito sa tanging field na nag-eexcel aco, sa organization na minahal co, sa club na pinagsilbihan co ng ilang taon, PALPAK pa rin aco?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;F*ck! Failure ka, Ivy! Failure! Wala kang kwenta! Wala kang silbi!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di na nawala yun sa isip co. Sinubukan cong ipagpatuloy sagutan yung reviewer, pero cong naiisip ang bagay na 'yon. Ang tanga co. Ang loser co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At nang bumalik sila Ayyah, di co na naiwasang maiyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang loser co talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lang naman sana sa'kin e. Open naman aco sa critisms. Aco yung klase ng taong bihirang ma-offend. Okay, ganun yung tingin nila sa'kin. Kaya lang ang sakit kasi pinipilit co naman umayos, pinipilit co namang may ma-contribute sa school co, tapos kahit ano palang gawin co hindi maa'appreciate. O sige, siguro nga wala acong ginawa. AMPNESS. Wala acong kwenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumating sila Eday kaya naman tumungo aco. E eto namang si Charlson, sinabing umiyak aco. Tanong naman sila kung bakit aco umiyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wala. Kasi hindi niya masagutan yung mga tanong." Palusot ni Ayyah. Toinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I felt better later. I &lt;b&gt;should&lt;/b&gt; feel better. Di ba sanay na aco sa ganito? Hindi na bago ang mga bagay na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magla-lunch na sila kaya naman umuwi na aco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay na aco pagbalik co sa school nang 1:15. Erased na ang mga bagay na 'yon. Dapat lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naka-pink blouse aco at brown tokong. E kasi naglalaba na sa bahay kaya sinabay co na yung ginamit cong uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"San ka magtuturo?" Tanong ni Cheche sa'kin ng nakita aco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Muka ba acong teacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasa room daw sila ng St. Basil (4th year star) kaya naman pumunta na aco dun. Nung nasa tunnel na acom kasunod co na si Sir Luna. Super madali aco ng lakad e, nag'eecho pa yung maingay na tunog ng high-heeled sandals co. =&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ayun, naasar acong muka daw acong teacher. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di daw pala tuloy yung grammar test ngayon. Gagawa ng article. Sheda. Basta, magsu-switch talaga aco sa Feauture Writing. Ayoko na sa Sports, wala nang nangyari sa'kin dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umalis na rin si Sir Luna kaya labo-labo na. Kanina kasi kulang na lang di kami huminga. Haha. Pero kahit na ganun naman si Sir, mas gusto co pa rin siyang maging English teacher. Sayang nga lang at hindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matapos ang humigit-kumulang tatlong oras, natapos din naman ang mga articles. Dadalin daw yun kay Ms. Navia sa Los Baños at siya ang pipili kung anong magiging posisyon namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumunta na kami sa Main at hinintay si Sir Luna. Nag'chikahan at nagtawanan. Lumabas na kami pero hinintay pa namin si Ms. Rasdas kaya 6:00 na aco nakauwi. Nung pag-uwi co, nasabi co na kay mama yung tungkol sa leadership training sa Baguio sa September. Yes! Okay lang sa kanya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit naman may hindi magandang pangyayari sa araw na 'to, okay na rin aco. Okay lang 'yun. Papatunayan co sa kanila na may magagawa din aco. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-4444301172141929618?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/4444301172141929618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=4444301172141929618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/4444301172141929618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/4444301172141929618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/06/pressured.html' title='Pressured'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-6975905935984751242</id><published>2009-06-11T03:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T05:11:45.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contentment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dyahe'/><title type='text'>Over-All Senior Officers Election</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;June 10, 2009; Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil ayaw talagang maalis nung pinang-kulay co sa buhok co, pumasok aco na ang kamay e kulay itim. =&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheda, inis na inis aco. Lahat na ginawa co para matanggal yung kulay, wala pa ring nangyari. Super tago tuloy aco ng kamay pagpasok co. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating co sa school, magkakasama na naman ang mga Stevenson dun sa may gilid. Wow, nakakatuwa naman. At ayun, nadiskubre din nila yung kamay co. Tawa nga sila ng tawa e. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya-maya, nag-bell na kaya super takbuhan kami papunta sa aming kanya-kanyang section. Gaah. Novena na. Pa'no co hahawakan yung novena e ang ganda ng kamay co? Sa huli, naki-share na lang aco kay Keirulf kahit pa may novena booklet pa aco. Sheda, sana hindi na lang aco bumili. Pwede naman palang next week na e. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umakyat na rin kami sa room matapos ang ilang announcement. Haay, nakaka'antok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagtawanan din sila Louis nung nakita yung kamay co. Gulat sila e. Muka daw acong nag-repack ng uling. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya-maya, pinapunta yung mga class officers sa extension builiding para sa overall election. Ang kapal nga ni Jayson e, pinapangalandakan na Secretary daw ang posisyon niya. As if naman may papatol sa sulat niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagsama-sama na yung mga magkakapareho ang posisyon. P.I.O. nga aco at ang iba pang mga P.I.O. e sila Rochelle, Baban, Zacky, Espinosa at Veloso. Sabi nga aco daw isa sa tatlong tumakbo. E ayoko. Kasi, si Rochelle ang makakalaban co. Siguradong mananalo na yun. Saka ayoko ngang mag-speech, edi nakita ng sambayanang pipol ang aking mga kamay. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumalik na rin kami sa room pagkatapos. Yung ibang officers sa section co, tumakbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binigay na daw yung schedule. At sheda, HINDI SI SIR LUNA ANG ENGLISH TEACHER NAMEN!!!! Waaaah! Super laglag ang balikat co e. BAKEEET??!! Ang daya! Lahat ng hiniling cong teacher, walang natupad except kay Sir Del Rio. Bakiiiiit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainis. Okay lang na hindi co na maging teacher yung iba e, basta maging teacher co si Sir Luna. Bago yung English teacher namen e. Sheda talaga. Dismayadong-dismayado aco e. Kasi kahit naman mahigpit si Sir Luna, maraming acong matututunan dun. Mas gusto co na yung mga terror at mahihigpit na teacher na marami kang matututunan kaysa dun sa mga teacher na maluwag nga, wala ka namang mainitindihan sa lesson. Sana talaga maayos magturo yung Mrs. Lopena na yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umalis si Sir dela Torre para daw kumuha ng chalk. E maya-maya, naglalabasan na yung ibang section. Hindi naman kame sinabihang bumaba, kaya yung time na papunta na kami sa extension, nagsisimula na palang mag-speech yung mga candidates. Center of attraction tuloy kami. Naku, simula pa lang e, bumabandera na kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matapos ang speech nila, bumalik kami sa room para bumoto. Then, recess na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung recess, di muna kami bumalik agad ni Jayson sa room. Tambay muna kami kasama si Louis at Lea malapit sa room ng St. Thomas, yung section ni Lea. Puro anime nga ang usapan e. Tapos tinawag naman ni Ms. Rasdas si Lea dahil time na pala. Takbuhan tuloy kaming tatlo ni Louis at Jayson sa room namin. Ayun, nandun sa si Sir. Di naman kami pinagalitan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagbilangan na ng boto. At aco naman, natulog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marami dun sa mga binoto co, hindi nanalo sa section namen. Patay. Pero hindi, sure naman acong panalo sila sa overall e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumalik ulit kami sa extension for the announcement of winners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;President:&lt;/b&gt; Ginnique de Grato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vice President:&lt;/b&gt; Adrian Espiritu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Secretary:&lt;/b&gt; Radz Yambot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Treasurer:&lt;/b&gt; Remo Manikan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Auditor:&lt;/b&gt; Gaban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.I.O.:&lt;/b&gt; Rochelle Medrano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.O.:&lt;/b&gt; Reynaldo Ablay &amp;amp; Arsie Mauricio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muse:&lt;/b&gt; Anciano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Escort:&lt;/b&gt; Rodil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatlo sa binoto co ang hindi nanalo: Secretary, Muse, at Escort. Pero okay na rin. Deserving naman yung mga nanalo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang balasubas talaga ng klase co. Kami pasimula ng ingay e. Lalo na yung mga boys. Gaaah. Di co Alphonsus! *hides*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uwian na rin. Tumambay muna aco sa school kasama sila Charlson. Si Angel, kinausap ni Sir Buboy tungkol sa SSG. E di ba nga aco ang pumalit kay Angel. At ayun, babayaran co daw sabi ni Eday yung P250 na hindi co binayaran nung leadership training kasi sabi niya 'wag na daw acong magbayad. Loko-loko kase e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe co nga kila Remo at Chalson, feeling co ket-ket lang aco sa SSG e. Nandun din si Angel yung sinabi co yun. Kasi naman, dapat ng si Angel ang nandun sa pwesto co. Pero sabi nila, okay lang naman yun. Kahit naman 'inaaway' nila aco, masaya naman kasi nandun aco. Lalo na't pupunta sa Baguio, may maingay daw. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, that made me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumambay kami nila Eday sa locker area pagkatapos. May pangalan na yung sakit ni Adrian: "Eday Syndrome". LOL. Niloloko nga ni Charlson na aatakihin na. Kaya naman ang serious ni Eday. So dalawa yung phase ng sakit niya. Phase 1 e super serious, phase 2 naman yung nagsasasayaw at super hyper to the point na muka nang epileptic. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinagutan co nga yung libro ni Adrian na MSE. Grabe, wala acong matama sa Math! Dun na lang tuloy aco sa English. Haay, weakness co talaga sa English yun identifying errors, vocabulary, at spelling. Iniisip co ngang course, B.S. Englsih o kaya I.T. na lang. Pero mas preferred co talaga yung B.S. English. Nyaah. At least may naiisip na acong course ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twelve o'clock, umuwi na aco kasi magla'lunch na sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, kahit dyahe ang araw co, kuntento na rin aco. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-6975905935984751242?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/6975905935984751242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=6975905935984751242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/6975905935984751242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/6975905935984751242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/06/third-day.html' title='Over-All Senior Officers Election'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-4509929621505151588</id><published>2009-06-10T02:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T05:13:12.998+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><title type='text'>Classroom Officers Election</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;June 9, 2009; Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sheda, ba't ba ang aga cong pumasok?&lt;/i&gt; Isip-isip co nang makarating aco sa school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa'no ba naman kasi, nakalimutan cong wala nga pala acong ka'close sa section co. Kaya ayan, dun muna aco nag'stay sa may bandang gate, naghahanap ng kakilala para may maka'chikahan naman at di aco mag'mukang tanga. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasa may bulletin ulit aco, pinagkakatitigan yung enrollment lists, baka sakaling magbago 'yon at malipat aco ng section. Pero wa epek ang pagtitig co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakita co sila Andrade at iba pang Stevenson. Super chika nga kami e. At nung nag'bell na, umakyat na kami ni Jayson sa room namen. Ayun pala bababa din dahil magfo'formation sa quadrangle. Siguro may announcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya ayokong mapunta sa 'last' section e, nasa dulo kami ng line-up. Sheda. And as expected, nasa unahan aco ng pila namin. Parati naman e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Sir Diola ang nagsalita. Maghihigpit na nga daw. Parang hindi naman bluff lang yun para matakot kami--loko-loko kasi talaga ang batch namin e--kasi nafi'feel mo rin naman ang paghihigpit sa atmosphere. Nagbigay din siya ng paalala tungkol sa pagka'college namin; sheda, August nga yung mga examinations. Sheesh, kailangan nang mag-isip ng course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Kung hindi ka nag'review [sa review center], 'wag mo nang pangaraping mag'UPCAT."&lt;/i&gt; Sabi ba naman. Sayang daw kasi pera, di ka naman papasa. Ouch naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos ni Sir Diola, si Sir Cejero naman ang nagsalita. Mostly tungkol sa buhok yung pinag-usapan--proper hair cut and proper haircolor. Paulit-ulit cong sinabi sa sarili co na magpapa'itim na aco ng buhok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di naman ganun ka'halata yung kulay ng buhok co, kapag tinapatan lang ng araw. Pwede pa nga acong maka'lusot e, kaya lang papa-itiman co pa rin. Kasi, syempre SSG officer aco. Nakakahiya naman kung muka acong balasubas. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of SSG, hindi pa rin aco 'lumalantad'. Nung tinanong nga kung sino yung mga SSG officers, di aco nag'taas ng kamay e. Kasi, ayun nga, kahit nandun na yung maganda cong pagmumuka sa bulletin board, marami pa ring mga estudyanteng hindi pa nakaka'alam na aco na ang pinalit kay Angel. I'm sure maraming mga bulungan at pag-taas ng kilay sa likod co. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos ng announcement, in'inspect naman yung mga buhok namin; yung boys sa mga fourth year advisers na lalaki, at dun naman sa mga adviser na babae yung girls. Grabe nga, super okray ni Sir Luna yung mga lalaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O bakit ganian ang buhok mo? Australiano ka ba?" Narinig cong sabi nia isang beses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung turn na namin para tingnan ang buhok, hindi aco nasita. Naglakad lang aco, tapos yun na. Ewan co kung dahil hindi aco napansin o hindi naman ganun kahalata yung buhok co o dahil yung nasa unahan cong babae e tadtad ng hikaw sa tenga at siya ang pinutakte. Nevertheless, maswerte pa rin aco. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating namin sa room, aayusin na daw ang seating arrangement. Sheda, ang aga naman. Naiilang pa naman aco sa mga kaklase co. Alternate nga daw, boys and girls. Sana naman matino yung katabi co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, si Roldan ang katabi co. Tapos si Louis nasa harap co lang. Nasa fourth row aco, alphabetical kase e. Ang panget nga, nasa may dulo aco, sa tabi ng bintana. Pero okay na rin, at least 'pag bored na aco at tinatamad nang makinig sa teacher, pwede mag'sight-seeing na lang aco sa plaza. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag'election na kami. Dapat nga may partido pa e. Super sabi naman aco na nomination na lang. Naku, ang corny e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, si Jayson ang ninominate na president. At ninominate naman niya aco! As if naman manalo aco sa kanya. Si Sencio naman ang Bero ng section namin; siya kasi yung parating tinuturo. Nino'nominate nga siya parati e, at parang wala lang din kasi siya lang yung kalaban ng isa pang nanonominate e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa huli, eto ang resulta ng walang kakwenta-kwenta naming eleksiyon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;President:&lt;/b&gt; Jayson Corpuz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vice-President:&lt;/b&gt; Louis Loyola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Secretary:&lt;/b&gt; Eirish Plata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Treasurer:&lt;/b&gt; Karen May Rufo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Auditor:&lt;/b&gt; Romel Sencio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.R.O.:&lt;/b&gt; Ivy Bernadette Nobleza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sgt. @ Arms:&lt;/b&gt; Bedia &amp;amp; Quial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muse:&lt;/b&gt; Geli Enero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Escort:&lt;/b&gt; Mikko Casacop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monitor:&lt;/b&gt; Glor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Nagkaroon pa aco ng posisyon! Yung wala pang ginagawa! XD Pero sa totoo lang, as SSG officer, dapat mataas ang pwesto mo sa klase nio. Parang dapat President ka. Feeling co lang 'pressured' aco dahil dun nga, sila Eday talagang parang sinasabi na ganun. E aco naman kuntento na acong maging ordinaryong mag'aaral, di naman aco naghahangad ng posisyon sa klase. Hay.. Ang hirap din ng nag'eexpect sa'yon ang mga tao. (Gumaganun o!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diniscuss lang namin yung handbook. Nung recess, kami ni Ayyah yung magkasama, pa'no kasi sabi co kay Jayson sa extension muna kami ayaw niya naman. Ang corny naman kasi e, yung star lang ang fourth year na nasa extension, lalo tuloy naging isolated. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumunta na aco sa main para sana pumasok na sa room co, pero naharang naman aco nila Kathy. Ayun, magkakasama kami at nagchikahan. Si Balanoshi nga pala, nagpagupit na ng buhok, pero trim lang naman. Kaya lang may kasunduan nga kami nung third year na kung anong gagawin sa buhok ng isa sa'min (straight/gupit), e gagawin din ng isa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan, dapat tuloy magpagupit na rin aco. Mahaba na nga buhok co, halos hanggang bewang na. Puro split ends naman yung dulo! Haha. Kanina ngang nagdi'discuss si Sir dela Torre, nakakalikot aco ng mga split ends co e. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang daya nga e, di naman nagpakulay si Balanoyos nung nagpa'kulay aco. Pero magpapagupit na rin aco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatuwa nga kasi kahit hindi na kami magka'kaklase, nandun pa rin yung bonding ng Stevenson. Hindi kasi ganito nung second year e; halos nagkalimutan na ang mga magka'kaklase. Pero ngayon, eto, magchichikahan pa rin kami, nagbo'bonding, nagpapasinan. Nakakatuwa. Sana hindi ito mawala. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, dahil sa kakachika co, nandun na si Sir dela Torre sa room namin nung pagpunta co. Buti na lang di aco nag'iisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 'yun.. pinagpatuloy ang pagdi'discuss ng handbook. Nung tinamad na siguro, pinabayaan na lang kami. Haay.. Nakaka'antok. At ayun, nakatungo na naman aco at natutulog. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung uwian, kasama co si Lea. Tambay daw kasi muna siya sa school, e wala naman siyang kasama. At aco naman, hinihintay sila Eday para i'confirm kung tuloy yung workshop mamaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinanong nga ni Charlson kung nagtaas aco ng kamay nung tinanong kung sinong SSG officers, sabi co hindi. E sila daw nagtaas. E nahiya naman kasi aco, alangang magtaas aco ng bonggang-bongga. Tsk, nakaka'paranoid maging SSG, nakaka'pressure. Lalo na't PRO "lang" aco. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuloy nga daw yung workshop sabi ni Eday. Umuwi na rin aco at nag'lunch, tapos bumalik na rin sa school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang konti nga nila sa stage. Akala co naman naghihintay pa ng ibang staffers, ayun pala di tuloy ang workshop. Sa Thursday na lang daw ng hapon yung exam para malaman kung anong magiging postion mo sa Gatekeeper--ira'rambol na kasi ngayon--tapos sa Friday yung seminar. Lilipat talaga aco sa Feature Writing. Kaya lang naisip co, baka kapag nag'feature aco e hindi na aco makasama sa presscon, e ang dami nang feature writer e. Ah, bahala na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumunta kami sa room ng St. Basil. Tina'try co ngang sagutan yung reviewer ni Ayyah sa Math na pinahiram daw yata ni Kriselle. Grabe, dugo ilong co. Wala acong maitindihan kahit isa! Di co nga alam yung mga signs dun e. Sheda.. Wala na, di talaga aco papasa sa UP! Haha! Kapal kasi ng muka cong mangarap e!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, si Eday, ina'atake na naman ng sakit niya! Nagsasasayaw na naman na hindi mo alam kung epileptic ba o may sayad at may deperensya sa pag-iisip o nasobrahan sa talino o talagang malandi lang siya. Woot! Kala mo sinong serious pero kapag nakita mo, hala ka! Bigla na lang magsasasayaw! Haha! Tawa nga kami ng tawa e! XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umuwi na rin kami, hanggang 4pm pa naman paalam co sa nanay co pero mag-aalas dos pa lang. Bumili na lang aco ng pangkulay ng buhok! Waha! Itim na siya! Pero yung kamay co naman, itim din! Di co matanggal yung matsa nung pangkulay sa kamay co. Muka tuloy acong mekaniko. Sheesh, pa'no kaya 'to bukas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oha, purong Tagalog ang wika ng post na ito o! Balik Tagalog na naman siguro aco. =D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-4509929621505151588?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/4509929621505151588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=4509929621505151588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/4509929621505151588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/4509929621505151588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/06/second-day.html' title='Classroom Officers Election'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-3876924783862712341</id><published>2009-06-08T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:06:22.805+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><title type='text'>The Start Of My Senior Life</title><content type='html'>Oh great. So I'm already a senior high school. Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of my damned insomnia (and maybe because of excitement, too), I was wide awake during the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already in my bed by 9pm, and was able to sleep at around 10pm. But I woke up at midnight, I think it was past 12, and then, that's it. I wasn't able to sleep until 5:30 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn, I tried everything to make me sleep. It sounds pathetic, but I tried singing "1 little 2 little 3 little indian" at umabot aco up to 300 something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That didn't work. So I tried counting sheep. Sheda, umabot aco ng 200+! With matching "mee.." sounds and shepherd pa yung na'iimagine co. Pero ayun, wa'epek pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagising si Mama ng 5:30, nagkunwari na lang acong tulog. Gumising na rin aco maya-maya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fixing my hair when I took a closer look at myself at the mirror. I tried to look for some &lt;i&gt;'senior-look'&lt;/i&gt;, but I am still the same Ivy. Dang. I never changed. Simula ng umpisa, ganito na aco. I didn't even look or act like a senior student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately looked for a classmate when I got to school. Pero si Sencio lang yung nakita co kaya nakisama na muna aco kila Arpon na St. Thomas Aquinas ang section. Later, I saw Lea and the other CAT officers na mga classmates co na sina Louis, Steni, and Roldan. So sa kanila muna aco nakisama. Buti nga nakaka'konek naman aco sa kanila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung papunta na kami sa room, I saw Amoranto, kaya lang yung mga kaibigan niya ang kasama niya so kila Steni na aco sumama. Nakita co naman si Jayson na super kaway dun sa likod. Halos semi-kal na nga yung buhok, medyo tumubo lang ng konti. Nung nalaman co ngang kaklase co siya, parang medyo nag-alangan aco. Of course natuwa aco kase siya lang yung ka-close co sa bago cong section kaya lang nagkaroon nga kami ng conflict. Akala co hindi na siya masyadong mamamansin. Hindi naman pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kila Louis ulit aco tumabi. Pero nung lilipat dapat kami sa harap, kay Jayson na aco tumabi. And I was so happy because he already lend me his Death Note anime CD! Yey! Nung March co pa yun kinukulit sa kania e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang minutes din kaming naghintay sa advsier namin. Nagvi'vigil nga aco na 'wag si Sir Dela Torre e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya naman laglag ang balikat co nung pumasok siya sa room namin. But I still hoped na nagbibiro lang siya, kaya lang... wala, siya na talaga adviser namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daaaang. Wala na acong pag-asang maging teacher si Bro. Ador! Di na talaga kumplete ang high school life co sa Liceo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang corny nga e. Hindi man lang nagpakilala. Walang masyadong orientation. Hindi co talaga feel na first day of classes. Ang ingay na nga agad e. Naglalabasan na agad yung mga lalaki. Nako, ayun pang isa, ang babalasubas ng mga lalaki sa section namen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess. Sabay kami ni Jayson. Sheesh, siya lang naman ang ka'vibes co sa section namen e. At ang daming super nagulat sa buhok niya. Sila Balanoshi, Nadine, Apple, Lea, pati si Ayyah. Halos lahat ng nakakakita kania, kulang na lang sulat mo ng "WTF!!?" sa muka e! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Ayyah, parang nagbago din yung itsura. Basta ang daming nagbago ng itsura at aura ngayon. Aco na lang talaga hindi nagbabago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos ng recess... Ayun, wala na acong ma'kwento. Wala naman na kasing nangyaring iba e. Super chika to the max na lang ang aking mga bagong kaklase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil nga wala acong tulog, my eyes feel like burning the whole day. At maya-maya, hindi co na napigilan. Natulog na aco. First day of classes pa lang yan ah. Bait co nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung nag'uwian na, tambay na muna kami ni Ayyah sa school. Ayun, nagkwentuhan ng mga bagay-bagay. Tapos nakita namin sila Eday sa stage. Tinawag naman aco ni Remo dahil meeting daw ng SSG na wala naman acong naintindihan dahil lumilipad ang utak co. Tapos bukas daw e workshop sa Gatekeeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haay.. My first day of being a senior is so uneventful. Parang, wala lang, normal na araw lang. Sheesh. Kaya ayoko pang mag'senior e!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-3876924783862712341?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/3876924783862712341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=3876924783862712341' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/3876924783862712341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/3876924783862712341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/06/start-of-my-senior-life.html' title='The Start Of My Senior Life'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-4299914318982488430</id><published>2009-06-07T19:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:42:59.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><title type='text'>Sections</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;June 5, 2009; Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day that our sections will be posted. I went to school at around 3:45 as I fervently wish that I will be in a nice section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Sana Hope o kaya Fortitude ang section ko.”&lt;/i&gt; I prayed repetitively. Si Ms. Rasdas and Mr. del Rio ang adviser ng dalawang section na iyon, respectively, and both are great teachers. Jeez, sana talaga isa sa kanila ang adviser co. Pleease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised that a pretty lot of students were in the school. I first checked on my sister’s section. Grade 2 – St. Augustine. The star section, I assumed because kaklase niya pa rin yung mga classmates niya nung Grade 1, particularly the honor pupils. Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved to the enrollment list of fourth year. I searched for my name, but I couldn’t find it. Then I looked on the names of the section. St. Basil for the star section!? Isn’t it supposed to be Justice? I read the other section names and saw the names St. Gregory, St. Ambrose, St. Thomas Aquinas and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth year ba talaga ito!? I started to become confused. Baka naman nagkakamali ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the words above the enrollment lists can be clearly read as &lt;b&gt;‘FOURTH YEAR’&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great. So they changed the names, huh? Hn. Even the sections in third year were no longer the names of great poets, but the names of saints as well. I’m pretty sure that they changed the sections in other grade/year level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Banal ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued browsing on the names. So star na nga si Edmarie. Kalat din ang Stevenson. But still, I couldn’t find my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I browse on the last paper pasted on the bulletin board. I finally saw my name under the section St. Alphonsus Ligouri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. Hanhabaah naman ng pangalan ng section co. I saw the other names on that paper and I feel like… (though it sounds stupid) crying. Wala acong ka-close sa section co!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt relieved when I saw Amoranto and the names of some few Stevenson. Pero di co naman ganun ka’close yung mga nakasama cong Stevenson sa section co sa fourth year. And surprisingly, kaklase co si Jayson. I didn’t expect that he would be my classmate again. I feel glad dahil may ka-close naman pala ako sa section na ito, but that vanished quickly when I remember na may lamat na nga pala sa pagitan naming. I don’t know if I’ll be close to him like before. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. Honestly, hindi co matanggap ang section co. Nasa huling section ako (though wala naman na talagang ‘last’ section dahil rambol-rambol na lang ang mga estudyante), at ayoko talaga sa huling section. And there’s two or three room sa pagitan naming at ng section na sinundan namin.tapos yung mga tao pa sa section co e… hindi co feel. I mean, I’m pretty sure na maggu’grupo-grupo ‘to. I already know what group this and that person would be. At mukang hindi pa pansinin yung section namin. Daaaaang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also felt this way last year when I learned that my section is Stevenson, but I felt worse now. Ganyan lang talaga sa simula, I assured myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero sabi co, okay lang kahit saang section aco mapunta as long as magiging teacher co yung tatlong teacher na gustong-gustong-gusto cong maging instructors. Sina..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;* Ms. Rasdas (Filipino)&lt;/b&gt; – Dahil magaling talaga siyang magturo at masayang maging teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;* Mr. del Rio (Math)&lt;/b&gt; – Dahil super galling din daw niyang teacher, kahit di co pa siya nagiging teacher. Gusto co talagang maranasan ang pagtuturo niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;* Mr. Luna (English)&lt;/b&gt; – Dahil kahit talaga naman super nai’intimidate aco when I’m in the same room as he, at kahit medyo hindi kami ganun… ka-close (he’s our adviser in school paper), marami acong matututunan sa kanya. And besides, I want to prove myself to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;* Bro. Ador (Religion)&lt;/b&gt; – Mabait naman siya sa tingin co, pero isa daw ito sa mga mahirap maging teacher. Pero astiiiig siyang maging teacher kasi marami siyang gimik, besides, hindi kumpleto ang high school life mo sa LDSP kung hindi mo siya magiging teacher (pati na si Ms. Yorro at Ms. Rellosa, but sadly, I never had the chance to become Ms. Rellosa’s student).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;* Ms. Yorro (TLE)&lt;/b&gt; – Naging teacher co na siya sa Religion nung first year pero gusto co uli siyang maging teacher sa TLE. Kahit maraming ilag sa kanya kasi terror teacher siya, pero gusto co pa rin siyang maging teacher! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;* Mr. Liboon (AP)&lt;/b&gt; – Alam co namang imposible dahil sa star lang siya nagtuturo ng history, pero gusto co talaga siyang maging teacher sa AP. Isang beses kasi, sa Arts namin, nagkwento siya ng history and I caught glimpse on how he teach so well in AP. Who knows, by some miracle, maging teacher co din siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung pwede lang ngang aco na ang mag’assign ng magiging teacher ng section na kinabibilangan co, ginawa co na. I wish that most of them will be my teacher, pero ang pinakagusto co talagang maging teacher e yung first three (there’s a great chance that Bro. Ador will be my teacher, anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakita co si Amoranto maya-maya at nag-chikahan kami. Gawsh, magiging cadette na pala aco dahil may CAT na at isa na siya sa magco-command sa’kin. Biro niya pa nga, baka daw si Sir Cabrigas ang adviser namin. Sheda! WAG NAMAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakita co sila Eday at iba pa sa stage. I though there was a meeting or something so I hesitated to approach them at first. Pero pinuntahan co na rin sila at nakipag-chikahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them what my section is. Sabi nga ni Eday, and ganda nga daw ng pangalan ng section co, unlike sa kanila na St. Basil lang. Type na type niya nga yung St. Benaventure e. Well, that made me slightly better and began to appreciate my section’s name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super tawanan na naman kami. Sabi din nila baka daw kay Sir Cabrigas kami. Sheesh. ‘Wag niyo naman usugin, baka magkatotoo!!! =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nang biglang may tumawag sa’kin from somewhere. Si Lea! I literally squealed as I approach her and gave her a big glomp. Ang ingay co nga daw e. Haha! As if naman hindi pa sila sanay sa’kin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really missed Lea. Buong bakasyon co siyang di nakita. Kaya ayun, nagkwentuhan kami to the max. St. Thomas Aquinas ang section niya; kapitbahay co lang uli ang section niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about so many things, lalo na ng mga updates sa aming buhay. When she asked me if I watch ToraDora, I squealed and shrieked a ‘yes’, dahilan upang tawanan aco nung mga kaibigan namin nasa stage dahil rinig aco. Haha. Then she told me about a friend of ours who… who had been doing… uh, not-so-good things. Sigh. I felt sad suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami na ang magkadikit hanggang umuwi kami. Niyaya pa nga kami once ni Eday na umakyat but Lea refused. Niyaya co nga rin siya kaya nahihiya daw siyang makihalubilo sa mga star naming kaibigan. Haay.. Things had really changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bago kami umuwi, sinabihan co yung mga choir member na umattend naman sa bukas. At ang galing, eto palang si Jaymiriz at Arbu ay hindi pa dapat pupunta dahil akala yata nila e second Saturday ng month bukas. Buti na lang pala pinaalala co, kung hindi e wala yung dalawang parating naattend sa choir. I also told Gerard, who never attended during the entire vacation, to come tomorrow. He said he will, though I don’t keep my hopes too high. Sinabihan co rin si Remo na isa pa sa mga masisipag, at nagdahilan-dahilan na naman. Si Eday naman e may World Environment chuva bukas kaya hindi daw makakapunta. So much for being an active student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na’brought-up pa nga yung topic about my ignorance tungkol sa mayor ng San Pedro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Backflash. (the day we’re doing the SSG bulletin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remo: (saying something like..) “Baka magalit ang mayor ng San Pedro. Baka magalit si Cataquiz!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ha? Cataquiz? Di ba si Calixto ang mayor ng San Pedro!!?&lt;br /&gt;Remo: !!?&lt;br /&gt;At naghalakhakan na ang lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EoF.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, nagtawanan na naman tuloy sila. Sheda. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accompanied Lea to the bakeshop and after that, we headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaah. I so really so so excited for the classed to start. And the idea of being a senior is starting to sink in, though I still don’t find that appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the excitement, I’m beginning to grow anxious too. Two days na lang. Two days na lang at umpisa na ng klase. Part of me feels happy while the other one feels somewhat melancholic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-4299914318982488430?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/4299914318982488430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=4299914318982488430' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/4299914318982488430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/4299914318982488430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/06/sections.html' title='Sections'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-8698443677063641398</id><published>2009-06-07T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:36:20.555+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS'/><title type='text'>Pre-Senior Life Post</title><content type='html'>A new school year will start in few days’ time. Only &lt;i&gt;few&lt;/i&gt; days left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m officially a senior high school student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thrilled to go to school. Boredom’s killing me here in our house, and I’ve been doing a mental countdown for the start of classes. I always prefer being in school than in our own house. I feel… much secured. Much in ease. Much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But idea of being a &lt;i&gt;senior&lt;/i&gt; isn’t very appealing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I badly want to go to school now, but not as a senior. It’s just the same as my being thrilled on my birthdays but not liking the idea of getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a fourth year high school student means being the last year of your high school. Being one year away from college. Oh, it doesn’t mean that I don’t like college, it’s just I don’t want to leave my school yet. Leaving the school that has been the home of my most precious memories, and being away with the people whom I learned to love. My friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this shouldn’t be the time for being melancholic, but I feel exactly that way. Wala pa man, I could already feel the nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I always try to erase those thought. This is my last year in high school. My last year in Liceo de San Pedro. My last year to contribute something in my school which has been my sanctuary for almost seven years. Perhaps the last year to bond with the people I love and cherish. And so I’m going to make the most out of it, and I will make memories—I know they won’t be purely nice, there surely be unpleasant ones, too—that I will remember forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678713714229207364-8698443677063641398?l=banatninene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/feeds/8698443677063641398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678713714229207364&amp;postID=8698443677063641398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/8698443677063641398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678713714229207364/posts/default/8698443677063641398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://banatninene.blogspot.com/2009/06/pre-senior-life-post.html' title='Pre-Senior Life Post'/><author><name>~chibivy ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180329390014538783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ojMXs7p2AY/SvLYu2QCwDI/AAAAAAAAAic/F58176rXz0Q/S220/FV+pof+pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678713714229207364.post-1188646959603947770</id><published>2009-06-03T03:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T03:58:18.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fandom'/><title type='text'>New Moon Trailer</title><content type='html'>Because I was curious, I visited YouTube to check out New Moon's Trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Moon is the second book of Twilight Saga, in case you don't know. But I am &lt;b&gt;sure&lt;/b&gt; you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the trailer is kinda lame; maybe it was partly because my speaker isn't working properly so I can barely hear the sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I had goosebumps especially on the part where Bella and Edward were in the forest and Edward was saying goodbye to Bella. Jeez, I even cried on that part when I was reading New Moon. Yeah, I can really relate with Bella during that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, there would be few appearance of Edward, and lots of Jacob instead. Robert.. &lt;i&gt;*sobsob*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must say, Taylor Lautner looks hot in the movie. I mean, his body is... wow. Before, I couldn't imagine how he could portray the &lt;i&gt;bigger&lt;/i&gt; Jacob because he looked like a &lt;i&gt;boy&lt;/i&gt; in the Twilight movie. Totoy, kumbaga. But he looks awesome! I like him better without that wig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm kinda impressed with the special effect they used in his phasing. I repeated that scene over and over again, at hindi naman masyadong halata yung pag-edit. I guess ganun talaga sa Hollywood, di katulad sa mga local shows dito na parang dinikit lang yung special effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new director of New Moon (hindi na daw yung dati yung magdi'direct ng movie) even considered of replacing Taylor Lautner dahil nga maraming physical change ang nangyari kay Jacob. Pero nag'work out naman ng bonggang-bongga si Taylor so he keeps the role as Jacob Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Fascinated na rin aco sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, mas gusto co pa rin si Robert. Sayang talaga wala siyang masyadong eksena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I still don't like Kristen Stewart as Bella. Hanggang ngayon, nakukulangan pa rin aco sa pag-arte niya. Hindi umaakma yung facial expression niya sa emotions. Pero sino ba naman aco di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already gotten over Twilight. I'm currently re-reading Breaking Dawn and planning to re-read the other three books, pero hindi na aco ganun nagsu'swoon dito, katulad ng dati. Ayaw co kase talaga ng mga masyadong popular na bagay, at dahil naging masyado nang popular ang Twilight, nawalan na aco ng gana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just waiting for the movies. Pero I can't tell if I will not squeal and swoon over it, especially dahil nandun si Robert (and Taylor who's now so hot). Or maybe not. Perhaps I'll get dismayed again. I hope not. I'm not expecting high from it, though. Kasi nga, hindi naman talaga ganun ka-action pack ang New Moon. Para lang siyang bridge para mapag'konekta ang Twilight at Eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 20, 2009 is the date. Hmm.. 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