<?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-8838552760524023228</id><updated>2011-12-10T20:37:11.892-08:00</updated><category term='sweet midnight dew'/><category term='sad'/><category term='beautiful sunrise at 1 o&apos;clock'/><category term='unbearable'/><category term='tremendous'/><category term='no rain day'/><category term='morning expression'/><category term='wishfuliosity'/><category term='excitosity'/><category term='hang up'/><category term='schooooll'/><category term='bleeeh'/><category term='blabidibla'/><category term='aphrodisiacal'/><category term='highschoolpost'/><category term='___trip'/><category term='night pieces'/><category term='midnight rain'/><category term='wala lang'/><category term='health boohoo'/><category term='tributes'/><title type='text'>Pink-Minus-White Sack that didn't last for the rest of High School</title><subtitle type='html'>Hello! The URL from which you've gotten yourself here was my old one. Thought of changing it because the guy with the pinkminus-white sack (red bag) is no longer the one im loco with (okay, loco's not really the term. tee hee). In fact, he no longer uses the red bag. So it's a part of history.

I've got my new URL but with the same stuff.

FRISKYCHINWAGS.BLOGSPOT.COM

URL means a lot. So that's how I define myself as a blogger. I think. Hee


lotsa lotsa lotsa love,
Jean Meir</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>175</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-1900432777804042130</id><published>2008-01-21T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T04:52:43.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You came here!</title><content type='html'>Hello! The URL from which you've gotten yourself here was my old one. Thought of changing it because the guy with the pinkminus-white sack (red bag) is no longer the one im loco with (okay, loco's not really the term. tee hee). In fact, he no longer uses the red bag. So it's a part of history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my new URL but with the same stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://friskychinwags.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRISKYCHINWAGS.BLOGSPOT.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URL means a lot. So that's how I define myself as a blogger. I think. Hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all there. hope you come by around some time. =) hope to encounter you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa lotsa lotsa love,&lt;br /&gt;Jean Meir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-1900432777804042130?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/1900432777804042130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=1900432777804042130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/1900432777804042130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/1900432777804042130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-came-here.html' title='You came here!'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-4103816235671841718</id><published>2008-01-20T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:22:46.365-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning expression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooooll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful sunrise at 1 o&apos;clock'/><title type='text'>sweet slumber</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my father I've been a lot kinder to myself and to my health. Therefore, I'm going to sleep now. And therefore I won't be passing my research paper tomorrow. I've been tiring myself too much. I have to get some lot of rest. A guilty pleasure but I'll surely benefit from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Tigbauan today! It was a nice weather. And I almost had my long toe cut of. I wailed "I knew it! I knew it! I'm gonna ddddiiiieeee!" hahaha. How bad and o.a. was my reaction? But really, the blood looked maroonish and the ice cube hurt. But my toesie's fine now. =) And yes, I'm not gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. I was just thinking how I'm going to miss Ma'am Nietes in class. And Lcid. But still stressing on the fact that I will not be able to watch maroon5's concert. To cheer myself up, I bought the whole season of Gossip Girl. Yeeeaaahhh.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll sleep now. I'd rather sleep tat go sick. I'd rather pass that paper late that have myself lying around the house unallowed to be productive (sick).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the RAIN! Grand life.. oh indeed :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-4103816235671841718?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/4103816235671841718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=4103816235671841718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/4103816235671841718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/4103816235671841718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2008/01/sweet-slumber.html' title='sweet slumber'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-6263151418179630900</id><published>2008-01-18T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:22:46.428-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hang up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooooll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tremendous'/><title type='text'>post-examination something</title><content type='html'>Exams are over. Yey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't think of any thing more to write. My mind's too drained, too tired, too stressed, too used up, too blank. I hope for a fast recovery soon. But for the mean time, I've been laughing and laughing about Georgia. She's the bombbb! I mean, her nunga-nungas are. Hahahaha. Yeah, I still haven't finished reading it. It's been with me for ages :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exams were colorful. The Cotillion's still gray. Fiesta at Gold's tomorrow (haven't ask persmission from the rents yet) and I can't start finishing my research paper because I've got a lot of excuses stuck beneathe my sleeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to change the template! Really. But..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll sleep again. My head's been occasionally aching itself. Maybe I'm getting my wish after all. Hello, brain tumor. Right, just when I don't need to wish for it anymore it came. The utter bitterness of headaches, i mean. Not the brain tumor. Duhh. I'm too healthy. Oh, that is, I've a too health conscious father to acquire any of that. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, how grand life would be if I COULD WATCH MAROON 5's CONCERT. But my life won't be any grand as that because their concert's on a wednesday and it's at manila. Mans gets to watch. Good for her. Hah! Whatever! I've got my own SG. And I rested my head on his shoulder yesterday, and I almost slept. Haha. And we held hands yesterday and he and I went home together and he and I are madly in love. =)) And that could be grander that seeing SG. Levine sing, strumming his guitar and doing that thing with his knees. Somehow. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-6263151418179630900?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/6263151418179630900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=6263151418179630900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/6263151418179630900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/6263151418179630900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2008/01/post-examination-something.html' title='post-examination something'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-7296420302423258747</id><published>2008-01-12T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:22:46.451-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hang up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aphrodisiacal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleeeh'/><title type='text'>hahaha.. oh well</title><content type='html'>Yesterday! Thursday! Hahaha! I am one mad person. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The research thing's finally going on smooth-sailing. I love it! I'm done with my &lt;s&gt;three chapters&lt;/s&gt; chapter three. Only. Haha. I did it first because it's going to be the basis to whether or not I can finally conduct my study. Grabe ha. Why do we have to finish conducting it before January ends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday I had lunch with Jovanie and &lt;i&gt;Sir Ramir&lt;/i&gt;. Hahaha. They're really close. It makes me jealous. Sir's quite talkative. He's got lots to say and oh, lot of warnings too. Hahaha. The whole time I was trying really hard to keep myself from laughing. I was even trying hard not to smile. Pa-simpleh lang nga smile e. Like when they say something funny. Hehe. After that he left Jov and I because he said we have to have some privacy. Hahaha. So Jov and I watched I Am The Legend. And we were cuddling and all. Hehe. We haven' got the chance to finish the film because I had to be at practice. Cotilion. And he had to go back to school for his research. Tutom nga bata a. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the practice I met with him and Sir Ramir. They were at the new McDo. Hehe. They bought me a hamburger. Awww.. Hehehehe. I'm being nuts. Hehe. After some time we left and he brought me home. It was funny. Because after I got in I told him that my fathere was not around so he went back to use the loo. Hahaha.. And we had intimation. Hahaha. Ohhh he was hot! Literally and you know.. HOT! Especially when he playfully looks at me. :D My aunt saw us and my cousine saw us and they think he's fine. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I was with him yesterday. The other day we were on that really rough road. I did what I posted on my previous entry. I did not pass by the SSC canteen whenever I'd go out of our isolated area (Chem Lab). But things are fine now. We had a fight last night and I purposely turned my cp off as I was trying to avoid him and I left it that way. But we're fine now again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's had the second strike plus a half. I hope it'll never reach the third. I don't want to kulam him. Hehe.. I was kidding about the kulam bit. That's creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my gosh. He can't wait! I'm doomed!! Supadoomed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Can't blame my very own SG for being my SG. Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now mayts. Ima do some more school stuff. Ima try to be as tutom as umm.. basta. Hehe. I'm still reading knocked out by my nunga nungas!! I love it! love it! I love georgia!! Hahaha! Snogging withdrawal. Hahaha. Oh how it feels. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh blaaaah. Stop na. Nu pa di krn mbutang ko. Hehehe. Grand life man! =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-7296420302423258747?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/7296420302423258747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=7296420302423258747' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/7296420302423258747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/7296420302423258747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2008/01/hahaha-oh-well.html' title='hahaha.. oh well'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-8001219287907955009</id><published>2008-01-09T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:22:46.462-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet midnight dew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooooll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tremendous'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Yey! Research!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I've got something to be jolly about in this sleepless night. Yey! I've got a new topic. I won't touch the a.i or robotics. I've read a couple of articales and info in the net. What ever I've read have strongly discouraged my capabilities to conduct such study. I felt I had to get some computer/IC course of something. I'll be totally time pressured and I might frustrate myself for millions of times when I'd deal with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much God! I even forgot to thank Him. Some miracles do happen. Like the falling off of the calendar that had Jesus on it to remind me that the beautiful thing that heppened just before midnight is their wonderful answer to my prayers. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read nang Angelie's manuscript and I've found lots of potential studies when I went through her chapter two. Some of it aren't even related to her study. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yey! I've got a topic to chose from now! I'll ponder some more so that I'll have a title to submit tomorrow and start pulawing by Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw She's the Man for the first time. Hahaha, la lang. The whole time I was watching it I was thinking of our play. I can't wait to get over with research and the cotillion. Now I'm excited! Hahaha! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I'm still wishing for a brain tumor somehow. I'm not going to ever get myself near his eyes tomorrow or near the things his eyes would see. I'm mad at him at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm happy with the reasearch thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh grand life! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-8001219287907955009?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/8001219287907955009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=8001219287907955009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/8001219287907955009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/8001219287907955009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-5334539883277879411</id><published>2008-01-09T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:22:46.392-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unbearable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>:|</title><content type='html'>I am one sad person. I haven't got the greatest mood. It's only been the 9th day of the year and there's already the 2nd bickering. How I loathe thee. The bickers, i mean. I won't explain further though. Some things are just misunderstood. Let's avoid that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one sad person because of the thing on research as well. How drastically "ugh" it is when something falls completely in place and gets smudged somewhere the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one sad person due to the fact that I am just sad. So much for excitements this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. I'll try to go on reading about a.i. or something that will enlighten me. Positibong pananaw. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Still, wishlist: brain tumor (and this time I'm not kidding)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-5334539883277879411?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/5334539883277879411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=5334539883277879411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/5334539883277879411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/5334539883277879411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_09.html' title=':|'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-4021393874122357235</id><published>2008-01-08T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:22:46.353-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><title type='text'>It's Urhmmm..</title><content type='html'>Today was not so cold. So I wasn't really feeling it. Hehe. Today I talked to Sir Mosura about my research and he told me stuff like MI and Robotics. He talked about interesting stuff on robotics so I kinda drooled at it too and considered it as an option. I have to change my study. I mean.. look. Using carbonized and uncarbonized rice hull in drying cassava chips? Don't you think it's quite predictable. Ginagamit na gani pang.uling. Haha. So there. I'm going to have Artificial Intelligence. =D The sound of it interests me. So I do badly hope I can be successful with my study. I'm going to use a jeepney. Prototype. Miniature. Then there are going to be certain stuff about it that makes it somewhat automatic - like an elevator. Basta.. Something like that. But I'm not really sure if that could help. I mean maybe it would someday. But There's the MRT. Daw basis ko na cguro. Ohh ggeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. All I'm worried 'bout now is how in the world am I going to pass my chapters 1,2 and 3 come Thursday? How??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merde mann!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do it! I'm going to do it even if that's the last thing I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Oh! Today went fine though, despite the day being hot and not cloudy. And despite the fact that some teachers might've been intrigued by my life. More like my love life. Si Ma'am Uling gd! Hahaha. Anyway, after classes, there was the meeting. We talked about the Math-Sci camp. It's going to be fun, fun, fun. Or so I hope. No! it will be! And after that, I went home. But before that bit, he and I were togather. Only for a little while. He was supposed to bring me home but ti was too late. My mother and the fetch were on their way towards school. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ay, wla na ko isturya ah. or natak-an na ko for now. natuyo na ko. and it's only 7:38. The heck. and ohyeahh the heck! grand life man gyapon ah! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-4021393874122357235?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/4021393874122357235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=4021393874122357235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/4021393874122357235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/4021393874122357235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-urhmmm.html' title='It&amp;#39;s Urhmmm..'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-8050288570380085242</id><published>2008-01-06T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:22:46.467-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aphrodisiacal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night pieces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleeeh'/><title type='text'>lassie gal</title><content type='html'>Whenever i hear i song, even though how cheesy the love story could be, I can't help but miss him. I used to think and I guess I still am thinking that it's pathetic to miss someone you haven't seen for a week, let alone 2 days. But that's how it is. Blame the beating part of my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw this show on MTV. Made. Or whatsit. This girl Sam wants to finally be samantha, girlygirl. And she's got a coach and a some people to help her out on that because she was a tomboy. The ending was fine. Ohh reality shows. Anyway, as I evaluated myself, I learned that I'm not a girly-girl. I am tomboy-ish when it comes to my clothes. But maybe that's just when I saw myself in the mirror and I was on football shorts and loose shirt (pambahay). But I love shorts like these. Plus on the show they mentioned that girly-girls where jeans and make-up and high heels. I don't heck of a wear jeans! Haha. And I don't wear make-up. I definitely don't wear heals! No matter how vertically chanllenged I can be. I don't even wear nailpolish. I think it's unhealthy. And I think my nails are somewhat allergic to it. Hahaha. So there.. I'm not girly-girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But good grief. What would become of me if I am one? I could not imagine myself sitting like a princess every day and night. Eating like it's fine dining every meal. That's too harsh, i think. Oh and wearing skirts, mini skirts - what girly-girls would wear. Hehe. I could wear a dress. One that denotes femininity but not dresses that denote femininity at its horn. I actually would love to wear dresses. but I'll have to save up for that. Unless my mother buys me some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was kapoy. I'm still going to do a couple of school work. I hope I can sleep early. Oh! Hahha! We had practice today! It was fun!! And wild. And we're getting better. All thanks to gayness! Or not? Okay, one of them's sure na. Hahaha! Girl xa permi e. Hahaha. Sayang! La si gaw! He loves em dips! I love em too! Hahaha.. And it was maalay to be  guy.. or yes, a girl. And the projectiona nd everything! Hahaha! What will happen wehn we finally present it? Oh we're going to be good! We're going to be good Miss Jammy! Thanks fro the pressure in the arse! It was somewhat helpful. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of cotillion - prom. Haha! I know it! My parents won't allow me to spend the night at the venue. tsk. And I'm going to wear heels and make-up. So I'll be girly-gril then? Okay, maybe. We'll see. Because you know.. I think it's awkward if I wear the gown and act like I'm wearing the football shorts. So I'll be poised and all that - maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading knocked out by my Nunga-nunga! It's the third book of Angus Thongs + FFS. It's a good, good laugh. It's so hilarious it got me laughing on the first page! And made me remember &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt; upon the mentions of Robbie the SG, Georgia's boyfriend, in the strory. Hahaha! It made me remember how hot I think he is when he plays football of the way he playfully looks at me. grr!! Hahaha! Okay, stop me! Stop me!! don't make me say it!! Don't! Don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;he's hot.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh-oh! Hahaha!! I had too! Can't help it. Hehehe.. If only he grew taller. But that won't really help my being a vertically challenged lass. So it's good to have him that way. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book makes me want to finish reading it. Okay, I'll sart doing school stuff ASAP. SG galore! I love Georgia! Karelate kami? Hahahha! Pati ah! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For tomorrow: test in chem, longtest in computer, oral recitation in biotech, reminding henry that it is cold so he would turn the electric fan off, pass by &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt; and smile to him like i saw an angel to avoid any of those bickerings again, practice cotillion after classes and that would make me not see him before he leaves because he's going home early and swears to it but that's not really a good thing because I won't be able to see him (unless I go out and act like I'm going to buy something. but maybe i'll have to avoid that as i might not see him but he'd see me and wonder why i didn't even look at him), do school works at night like a diligent student. O=) I know! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much to tell na. So bye. Grand life ah! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-8050288570380085242?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/8050288570380085242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=8050288570380085242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/8050288570380085242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/8050288570380085242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2008/01/lassie-gal.html' title='lassie gal'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-5684403637235153608</id><published>2008-01-04T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:22:46.408-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excitosity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishfuliosity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tremendous'/><title type='text'>kick start 08!</title><content type='html'>Haha! Yey. &lt;strong&gt;IT'S 2008&lt;/strong&gt;! I've never felt so excited for a year to start ever before! I mean, when I was young, I was only excited for the fireworks and the noise. I should've posted earlier so that my true emotions about the excitement would come out. But now I'm so kapoy. I'm glad it's friday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my last post for 07 would be on the 31st of December. But maybe my mind now working so well when I wroked on my previous post meant something. &lt;i&gt;That's a wrap!&lt;/i&gt; So that's how I ended the year. I was so glad 07 finally ended. It was my downest year. I felt all the horible emotions and I felt I was at my worst. But that was the year when I kept myself busy with new things. There were a lot of 1sts that year. I learned a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm expecting this year to be fun. To be very fun. Busy but fun. Fun. Fun. Fun. Fu- yeah fun. It will be fun. I can feel it already!! :)) And I'm guessing I'm going to be excited of a lot of things that are going to happen. I hope I can be more enthusiastic and energetic and bubbly and I hope I could always smile this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. yes! I'm finally done with the outputs! The only thing I have to worry about is Trigo's and MAPEH. We're going to have the first preliminary practical test on our contillion come 15th. Ma'am jammy's a big pressure in the arse. She sounded harsh. But whatev. We can still do it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I could make a new year's resolutiona and mean it, I'd say i'd go back to being a fishitarian. That's going to be effective starting tomorrow. There are certain exceptions, though. Like if it is a big gathering, I'd eat meat. If there are no other food available, I'd eat meat (or I can very well starve myself to get rid of lipids. hehe). You know.. things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee! I'm done with my webbie. geocities.com/meir_71_sigh. I love the layie. I'm even thinking of changing my template here &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt; Oh, but it's too soon. Ima wait for a couple more months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here's another resolution, I'm going to make my posts shorter. hahaha! Jk. okay, somekinda like that. But you know very well how some of my emotions are uncontrollable. I even regret letting them out sometimes. So those are a part of my excuses (for long posts, i mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, SCRATCH that last paragraph. I might not resolute to that. hehehe. But I'll mention it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read 1pic's post again. he mentioned that the 3rd of january's the most dangerous. I can't agree less. just when you become excited for classes and for a fresh start, school work bombards you. Oh well, gotta get used to it. Gonna be living that way for the next couple of years. Hope so not for the rest of my life. right, it's not like I'm going to school forever. oh, here's another one. just when you are giddy enough to lift your spirits up for the new year, your boyfriend already bickers with you 9his first ever bicker this year! I've marked that on my organizer). And I dare say Bicker. It was partially my fault. Okay, it was the cellphone's fault and my almost bogged down senses. If only he knows the whereabouts of my phone and how it just looses it battery without leaving a warning. And how not only my senses are starting to bog down, but me as a whole as well. I'm too tired. I need some good rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had insomia yesterday - again. Blame my being down. And I can blame him too. And the annoying transfer limits of geocities. But I've fixed that. I haven't fixed the other one though. Maybe he thinks I'm just forcing myself. Let him hate me. I might as well have brain tumor. Ngerrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishlist: brain tumor (hahaha kidding). rest. SLR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to have 366 days this year! Wala lang. like that's really going to do me some good. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Mans left 2 days ago. I'm missing the wildness around here already. I'm starting to love how our house looks like now. All hail feng shui and my father's brilliance! Haha. And I jumped on new year! I'm going to grow taller! People watch out! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here are the things I would want to do this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;save lucre for simply nothing or for future needs (short-term)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;the grand things (it's a long list and i'm keeping it to myself. only until the year ends. then i'll be blabbing about it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;do more designs for rushTv with mans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;look for a job. hahaha. i know! 'an-tel! ngita ta bala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;walk alone along a long distance (awkward sentence, i know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;get lost while walking alone. that's something challenging. i'll probably do that on summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;find a nice place (in connection to the one above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;find ways for my sister to be in good (very good) terms with her crush. hahaha! okay, kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;be organized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;finish research way ahead of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;avoid cramming &lt;b&gt;?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;make him realize a couple of things and be more open to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;HAVE ABS! hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was not a new year's resolution. I repeat, &lt;u&gt;that's not my new year's resolution&lt;/u&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all for now. I'm going to force myself to sleep early. Rest! lavet!&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh.. grand life! Cheers! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-5684403637235153608?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/5684403637235153608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=5684403637235153608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/5684403637235153608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/5684403637235153608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2008/01/kick-start-08.html' title='kick start 08!'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-6830414874016987030</id><published>2007-12-29T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:22:46.433-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tremendous'/><title type='text'>that's a wrap</title><content type='html'>I've been sitting here and probably rotting my holiday spirit. I just feel sad and I can't even find something to make good reasons as to why. I've dug the deths of my senses. Nada. This is the worst holiday so far. I had tears. My head ached and it felt like some mad tumor had clasped its madness (?) inside my head. I even feel like crying when I remember that. Last year I thought it was the lowest rate I gave a Christmas. This one's lower and maybe next year's will be too? Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not alone. I had questions in my head that I coud not place in words. Someone did thank God. Those are just question, really. They won't lead to anything I would not want myself to be someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this blog by &lt;a href="http://onepicaday.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-6922-mon-17-december-2007.html"&gt;1pic&lt;/a&gt;. His name says it. 1 pic a day. And he's got this post and he asked himself these questions I could very well ask myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. How much am I worth?&lt;br /&gt;2. Am I treating myself according to that value?&lt;br /&gt;3. Is the person I love making me feel good?&lt;br /&gt;4. Am I making the person I love feel good?&lt;br /&gt;5. Do we have a future together? &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dum dum dum dum! I'm going to be answering it. Maybe I was afraid to ask these questions? Maybe I was. Because I'm not really in that situation in a grave and critical way. Someday I may ask it but I hope it's really going to help. I read 1pic's. Grabe ha. He's in a relationship with someone who's already in a relationship. And the girl's abusing him. Tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. &lt;i&gt;He&lt;/i&gt; and I aren't at the brink of some breaking up. Not even close to the brink. I just thought of answering these questions because we're so far from each other (literally) and I've been missing him so much. Why does he have to be so far? I hope hope hope they get an apartment next year. And why was his cellphone ,of all the cellphones that could be snatched, snatched?? We don't text as much as we used to. And why does he like that feeling, that feeling of missing someone? Doesn't that make him sad? Or does he really miss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my own set of questions. Pero I'm answering the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;More than anything in the world&lt;/b&gt; as 1pic would say. Well, same here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I really don't know if I'm treating myself according to that value. Everything's ambiguous. Most of the time I do I guess. But I just feel so stuck up in the way I could not even cheer myself. that I know i could be happier but I don't even try to be happier. That being sad's just fine. So if I'm worth more than anything, does that mean others won't be more important? No, that's not what I'm saying. Maybe I've given more importance to others that sometimes I just forget myself and try to convince myself that I am contented with seeing others happy. Truth is I'm not a hundred percent happy. Sometimes we get to be selfish. In mycase, I've been selfish to myself and maybe that could somehow make me selfich to others as well. I tend consider so much what others would think about me and isn't that sad? Of course it's sad. I haven't been giving myself much importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He does if we're together. Maybe I've become so thick that text messaging for a few moments a day can no longer penetrate in me. So there, he does make me feel good if we're together. Those little moments too. Pero kung mag-away na kami. Haaii. When we have those bickerings, I sometimes hope that I'd have those headaches that would develop into tumors. He's so shallow e. That's the way he is. I'm not shallow. So maybe we cancel each other? Hahaha. There you go, balance. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I really don't know if I'm making him feel good. I don't even know if he trusts me enough. Look bala. Gaselos siya gani kay Levine. And maybe I bore him when we text, haha. There are certain occasions ,I guess, that I'm making him feel good. Pero it's not all the time. I know the question doesn't ask for all the time. Oh, the heck. I'm beginning to think I'm not a good girlfriend to him. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do we have a future together? I hope. I would say yes as in I'm certain. I would love to spend forever with him despite his flaws (pero tani, tani gid malain na siya. tani indi na siya magsinuplado. tani indi na siya maguper seloso, tani mabuot nagid siya kag matarong..). I woke up today and I started to think of him. I don't know how but the thought just bolt in; i could not imagine life without him. And I mean it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaayy.. tapos na na ya ah. I'll start blabbbiiinngg about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nang Zyra's 18th birthday!! She was so glamorous and gorgeous and basta!! She looked so pretty and blooming in her yellow dress. Precious Moments ang theme. She was seated in this swing thingie sa stage and she;c even got a big precious moments doll with her. Basta nami!  Bongga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore a dress too. Hahaha. It was nice to chat with rika and mikka. Kafunny pagid kay whel. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos ano pa man?  got sick. it felt so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And umm.. went to the mall with JJ, Mikka nd Mikka's man. Funny kay bro a. Buang gid siya ya! Here's a tip I got from him. Pero as if magamit ko gid bla aw. Anyway: Never let a student from Westbridge woo you. Pa-graduata anay. Hahaha. They've got this soft of a vivid way of viewing love and sex. Kay man daw halos tanan nga seminar about love and sex ara sila. Daw maypagka philosophic way of perceiving such topic. Buang gid ya si JJ. Hahahaha. We watched shake rattle and roll. Okay lang. ndi mn super nami. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our house is being fixed. I thought marumpag na ko di sa babaw while I was sitting and chinwagging one time. It was so noisy. I hate their hammers and nails and other pamokpok. My father had to renovate (renovate ang term?) the house because he's such a believer of feng shui. Hahahah.. Great, mau na ni mangabuhi ko eh noh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after tomorrow is Jan 1st of 2008. Kadasig!! I'm not even done with half the projects! Better start now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-6830414874016987030?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/6830414874016987030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=6830414874016987030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/6830414874016987030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/6830414874016987030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/12/that-wrap.html' title='that&amp;#39;s a wrap'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-5325661534022706657</id><published>2007-12-24T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:22:46.378-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hang up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wala lang'/><title type='text'>deck the blabla.. Falalalala-lalalala</title><content type='html'>I'm going to do this very fast. My sister's going to be using the computer any minute now. She's designing the shirt for Rush TV. I'm helping her out. We're thinking of making a company or something for that sort of stuff. Hahaha. You know, like Dae Lee. Maybe I got his name's spelled wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. &lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!! I haven't been greeting people. I haven't replied to a single text message greeting. I'm so broke. Can't wait for classes to start and I'll finally go saving some lucre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a great day. I learned that Adam Levine's finally got a girlfriend. It's some where at justjared.com. I'm not sure if that's really the site though. I overreacted. I mean, they had sex the first time they met. Mega turn off for Levine. But then again, you can't blame him. After all, he's a sex god. but still! The girl's fine by the way. She's actually a coctail waitress somewhere. and she's pretty. So as a part fo my overreaction, I posted my &lt;i&gt;rage&lt;/i&gt; (haha) in my friendster shoutout. Jov read it. I felt his suplado and jealous vibes. I went sad. I called him. Then we were fine again. Ugh! He's so seloso. Why would he be jeaous of levine?? Okay, he sort fo got the right to. But as if I'll even have a chance to meet Levine in person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas wasn't that great. I can't wait for new year's eve. Then I'll go jumping so that I may finally grow taller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things happen so fast. When will I ever get a ride on some traffic highway? I mean, a worthwhile one. It's not that my days have not been worthwhile. They've been thrilling, but not the type of thrill I fancied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I saw Nong Gibby's Grinch list. It was so funny. I'm planning on making one myself. But in a couple of hours, Christmas will be over. I'll preserve my Grinch vibes for next year's. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope things will be better next year. We haven't got lots of chocolates this year. I want to go diabetic. Or maybe have the snake 'round the house bite me for some thrill. Hahaha. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why isn't it freezing this year?? When will it start to freeez, summer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooooo!! I'm so down today! I want to go kick some balls. Soccer ball na ha. but we don't have any. I hope I can find a way to make myself feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I've got a lot of random things to blab about but.. nvm nlng. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Merry merrrryyyy Christmas! :))&lt;br /&gt;Life's grand (I hope so, it'll still be like that). Happy Birthday Jesus!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-5325661534022706657?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/5325661534022706657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=5325661534022706657' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/5325661534022706657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/5325661534022706657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/12/deck-blabla-falalalala-lalalala.html' title='deck the blabla.. Falalalala-lalalala'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-242670433066394751</id><published>2007-12-21T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:22:46.301-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aphrodisiacal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night pieces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tributes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tremendous'/><title type='text'>Sooo NamNam!</title><content type='html'>I haven't been having the inspiration to write or even to post but since sort of a lot had happened that I want to so dearly share, here I am chinwagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it. I have been in the most annoyed and irritable mood. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate days with the red flag waving on. Urrrgg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll carry on with this chinwagging. I don't even know where to start. Or I might not even finish this post as I can be very much irritably unpredictable as well. Don't ask how my Christmas is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have an answer for that: So not Christmas-y!! It's so hot! Not even the slightest feeling of chill. Global warming here people!! Aren't you alarmed as you're supposed to be? Christmas is supposed to be cold and all about cuddling beneathe the blankets and wearing those cute fluffy bedroom slippers just to cover the tosies to prevent them from freezing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway (again), we had the Family Day. The b-ball championship was so nugon. My batchmates were up for some cheering but then the cheering squad poofed to no where because the hot brothers weren't allowed to play. Oh well. But the day was okay. Haha. We did this silly card and it was really silly because it seemed to be a cross between a christmas card and a poster-making contest poster. Haha. The games were funny. Go Sir Gigi! All hail your athletic skills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine came and I was thinking she might see Jovanie and snatch him from me. Hahaha. Jokie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! He gavme me a present. I didn't give him any. I swear, I sadly swear that my pocket's empty. I'm not giving presents this year. I have to start saving again. Been spending much on foodies. I'm getting bigger. Nobody oppose that please. I see myself everyday. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After luch just as Antel and Aki and I were rounding the school because Aki was looking for someone (who she did see! That's okay russel, that's okay. Crush lang na. Crush is different from uhh.. classmate. Hahaha! Nice ya Jacq), he texted me and he's be waiting somewhere near the SSC canteen because he's going to give the present. He told me never to open it unless I got home. I was being obedient. Haha. We talked for a little (okay, it was long) while. People would pass by and tease us. It's amazing how I've become so comfortable with him. Hahaha. Oh, and those dark brown eyes. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that moment was boring. So we sorta nagged Ma'am Pañer and she gave in. It was SP-SP time! I was first since I was president. I gave my present to Gold. I wrapped it in the morning before I went to school and while riding the car. I did the beautiful, beautiful box the night before. All my efforts weren't wasted as myclassmates wondered like kids about what could be inside the gift. They thought there were two pairs of shoes. Haha. Frailyn got my name and she gave my three stuffed bears. They ere cute. Haven't named them. Well, okay. Bear1, Bear2 and Bear3. Haha. Sound experimental. We opened the gifts together. I thought Gold wasn't going to like my present. Hehe. It was baseball thingie. The one we saw the kids at WVSU were playing with as we were going back to school from the covered gym last Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went back outside our isolated area (ChemLab) and saw the band's presentation. Issa sang Torete and Mikka sang I'll Remember You. I felt the emotions. After that, the winners were announced. We juniors were wild-ish. We were cheersquad. Haha. And the three of them went up! John, Arlan and JP. Haha! Lovilovelove the moment. 1st runner up kami and are so happe with that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that (loving the after-thats. hahaha), the tournament!! The baseball game! We played with me gift to Gold. But the spring thingie was broken. So the tournament was cancelled. I'll have to buy here a new one so that you know.. It'll be fun. Hahaha. Then after that, we went to Jabi and i drank two glasses of Iced tea. I was so uhaw! Then we went back to school to witness that fashion show of the Seniors. Saw him! All black siya! I have to admit I felt the heat. How does he do that to me?? hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And home. I opened the gift he gave me. Hahaha!! I swear to icedtea&amp;amp;overload that I had this smile that went from my ears end to end! he's childlike and I'm loving that so much. He gave me this card and he drew hearts on it and a figure I can't quite comprehend. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/R2vRhj8mZmI/AAAAAAAAADU/jRDZwV234_A/s1600-h/ABCD0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146437373716227682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/R2vRhj8mZmI/AAAAAAAAADU/jRDZwV234_A/s320/ABCD0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's a part of the card he gave me. His handwritting! Daw bata gid ah. Hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/R2vRYT8mZlI/AAAAAAAAADM/rAIKxG2GY6U/s1600-h/ABCD0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146437214802437714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/R2vRYT8mZlI/AAAAAAAAADM/rAIKxG2GY6U/s320/ABCD0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Matarung nagid xa knu. Awww.. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/R2vR9T8mZnI/AAAAAAAAADc/NVvMmlA7ApA/s1600-h/ABCD0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146437850457597554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/R2vR9T8mZnI/AAAAAAAAADc/NVvMmlA7ApA/s320/ABCD0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the puppet thingie he gae me. I guess he bathe it with his perfume. It still smells like him and it could look like him. Hahaha! The hair, the face and all. Hahaha.. What a way of making me think of him. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh! Lcid finally left! He called me an hour before he'd board the plane going to the US. I'm missing him now! Earlier that day (Dec19), he texted me and I thought that was the last I'd have from him. It was quite emoional. I didn't expect a serious "&lt;i&gt;mamis ta gd ka jean&lt;/i&gt;" from him. I'm happy I met him and I got to witness this incredible transformation in him. He's a great person and I'm glad we became close friends. I hope he finds great friends there in North Carolina, the ones who he can share those hour by hour, minute by minute accounts of his life written in the blue notebook. I hope he'd find friends who'd be trusted enought to read the messages sent to him by the girl he could be courting. I hope he finds a great girl there who he's going to love equally the girl he left behind here. I hope he's going to be fine there and that he's never going to break the communication. I actually had tears. I'm missing him now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mans came home yesterday! Yipee. The house is going to be wild again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jov came here last Thursday. My mother met him. Hahaha! And Jasmine saw him. Hmph. Hahaha. Jk. My mother thinks he's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Suddenly, I didn't feel like posting anymore. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I'm leaving now. But wait. Before anything else, feast your eyes on this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/R2vSMD8mZoI/AAAAAAAAADk/QyXWcv4hBZo/s1600-h/ABCD0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146438103860668034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/R2vSMD8mZoI/AAAAAAAAADk/QyXWcv4hBZo/s320/ABCD0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yummeh! Isn't it? I've been crazy for this!! Overload!! It's sooo namnam. Go indulge in some. Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh! Oh! This is the second month!! &lt;b&gt;We're 2 months today!!&lt;/b&gt; Hahaha! He said he'll really take care of me. I'm the &lt;u&gt;queen&lt;/u&gt; fo his life (queen gid knu ang term! para mas grabe knu. hahaha). He said indi gd mdula ang smile sa face ko and the happiness. And that he's not going to bicker with me anymore and we're going to be really happy together in a strong relationship. Forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Awww.. I'm somewhere in the heavens!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That's all for now. Tatalafafa. Life is grand. :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-242670433066394751?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/242670433066394751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=242670433066394751' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/242670433066394751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/242670433066394751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/12/sooo-namnam.html' title='Sooo NamNam!'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/R2vRhj8mZmI/AAAAAAAAADU/jRDZwV234_A/s72-c/ABCD0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-3288160021511436642</id><published>2007-12-19T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:22:46.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-3288160021511436642?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/3288160021511436642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=3288160021511436642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/3288160021511436642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/3288160021511436642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-137830307855119812</id><published>2007-12-17T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:22:46.279-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><title type='text'>ay ambot sa title</title><content type='html'>It's me again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, I'm sleepy now so this won't take too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day. There were heart pounding moments so I love those moments. There were times when we'd be overjoyed and laughing and woohoo-ing and cheering. It was so thrilling! Haha. Nice ya Juniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos this night after i bought my SP gift I though I was never going to go home with sanity. Hahaha.. My cp bat was empty and I can't find our car so I almost rounded the perimeter of SM. And I almost cried. LOL a. I evenrually found him parking in the side where I didn't instruct him to park. Ngerr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very sleepy now. So I'll end it here. I'm still going to fumble through my clothes and look for something to wear tomorrow. It's going to take me an hour so I'd better do it tonight. I'm going to wake super early tomorrow. Simbang Gabi!! :)) I'm such a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's going to be family day. And that's all I know about tomorrow. Or I'm just too sleepy to detail on that. I sort of know the schedule but whatever na lang a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be more detailed soon. There are a lot I want to share but my eyes are starting to drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! I finished the things to do list I had yesterday and with much cramming! love it! I love it! I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, all of a sudden I felt like posting.. the detailed type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait.. no. Okay. Indi mn gyapon. My eyes are dropping!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the play at UPV Sunday. We were seated together. He would glance back to see if my mother was looking at us. Our hands are inseparable. My sister saw him. She said he's gwapo. I guess I couldn't agree less. Haha. Tapos! Tapos! Jasmine even said na name siya agawun!! makin mo! So I told him that and he said "&lt;i&gt;nugon. palangga ko gd b magulang ya moh&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. okaaayy. Anyway, this is his ticket. Its supposed to look crumpled because it really is crumpled. he's so buang but I'm utterly in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/R2Z5az8mZiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Lh-XR1y5Q5Y/s1600-h/ABCD0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144933125845313058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/R2Z5az8mZiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Lh-XR1y5Q5Y/s320/ABCD0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;After the play, we waited some time and headed to Emilion for the birthday celebration of Mikka's dad. It was a great night and I was sooo full. And Mikka went wild outside the Sampaguita Hall. Hahaha. Take a look. (okay, almost all of us were wild. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/R2Z5ij8mZjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Cr0S-4xceGM/s1600-h/ABCD0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144933258989299250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/R2Z5ij8mZjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Cr0S-4xceGM/s320/ABCD0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw him play football today! he was hot. But I was not in my senses because I was still sorta sleepy when he played. But he's still so gwapo. Hahaha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaayy.. karandom. That's all for tonight. LIG! (short cut for life is grand.. haha. i have got to make a short cut!) Tatalafafa! :D&lt;br /&gt;Zzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-137830307855119812?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/137830307855119812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=137830307855119812' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/137830307855119812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/137830307855119812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/12/ay-ambot-sa-title.html' title='ay ambot sa title'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/R2Z5az8mZiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Lh-XR1y5Q5Y/s72-c/ABCD0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-3127109561375168865</id><published>2007-12-15T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:22:46.323-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aphrodisiacal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning expression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooooll'/><title type='text'>Busybee</title><content type='html'>It's a new template!! Obviously. Hehe. And because of this, I can get thoroughly mad at myself because I practically spent the whole sunshine part of the day doing this and the sunset adoring it! But I can't help it, swear. I'm glued to editing this yestrday when I was supposed to bombard myself with school work. So at night I forced myself to not open this page (and it was so hard I dare say) and start doing the projects, which I really don't have much idea on what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love this! I know it's supposed to be Christmasy and all but let's juts take this as a cross between winter and summer. Hahaha. You know, the blueness for winter and the sort of brownness for summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's going to be very hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mobius Band (Geometry) &lt;li&gt;Human Growth Hormone (Biotechnology. I didn't take the Kiefer because it's got little references. Exactly one)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;King Godfred of Denmark (Social Studies. He's mine!! He's mine! First come, first serve. Haha. It's funny though how his name can be spelled as Gudfred. But my favorite spelling is Göttrick, the German version. The Latin: Godofredus. Haha! Catchy!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;50 item Geometry homework (ngerr.. i don't have the book! that's my biggest problem today)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SP gift (i don't even know what to give her yet. oo na.. her! ;P)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mikka's dad's birthday celebration tonight (food! food! food! haha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The play at UP (Aki and the rest and I are going to meet 2:30 at Jabi. Jov's going to be meeting with us there too. My mother's going to be around the auditorium - because it's their show - so I don't know how it'll run)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chemistry of Life (Biotech. It's just note-taking but if the note-taking has to be on the notebook, then I have got to worry as my notebook's inside our room)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Weee! That's all I have to do today. How dreadful. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm going to arrive late tomorrow because I might not finish all of these tonight and continue doing them tomorrow. We're going to be heading at the Sports Complex and I certainly hope attendance won't be checked 7:30 because I'm planning to show up at 8:30. But it's just an hour late. So maybe that's okay? Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, last Friday, I was at school in the morning to practice Cotillion. We're doing fine now! I love our dance! Anyway, I was doing the clappings and countings for the steps. I guess he saw me so he texted me (he harbored the phone he said. haha). It was around 11 when he said he's at Robinsons and he's just going to watch movies. I wanted to watch the movie with him but I haven't got any money. So I felt his suplado vibes and he even said na indi nlng kmi mgkitaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to the mall, I told him I was there na and he went to the groceries where Mikka and I bought our lunch (marshmallows and rush akon lunch. I'm that poor these days. hahaha). We didn't know where to eat because the foodcourt didn't allow food bought outside its domain so we headed to the parking lot. The second topmost. The one with no roof. Hahaha. It was nice there and the weather that time was nice too. And the moment was nice. And I knew that he watched the movie all by himself. I thought all along that he was with his friends but he was alone! That's why he was suplado when I couldn't watch the movie with him. He should've told me beforehand. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was leaving (to have lunch with his mother. haha), it was like we couldn't let go. I knew he wanted to hug me! Hahaha. Pero public eh. So there.. he trotted along and I trotted off as well. Met with the D.I. and our dance is great! The day was great but it was so kapoooyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night I went to Mango Tree since it was the Christmas party of the Rotarians. I love the cheese sticks!! Haha. And the rest of the food. And their games were very.. umm. Sort of mature. It was dreadful to see my father finishing the Polo candy that was beaded in a string that was hanging aroung my mother's neck and made to dangle somewhere you know. Oh, dreadful indeed. Don't even try to imagine. But I love the Samson and Delilah game! Hahaha!! They were so funny and I actually LOLed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala na gali UNLI ang Globe? Howcome? It's Christmas!! They can't be doing this to us!! I'm going to miss him again! Oh! Oh! Aaaaahhh!! Tomorrow I'm going to be seeing him play football again! His dear hotness! I can't believe I think he's got dear hotness. Ngerr. He's hot! Aaah! Stop na. Haha. Dugangan itom nya bwas. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/R2SF9D8mZhI/AAAAAAAAACs/TPqXhky4hn4/s1600-h/hahahaha.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144383958441944594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/R2SF9D8mZhI/AAAAAAAAACs/TPqXhky4hn4/s320/hahahaha.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I Found this while I was rumaging through devaintart. Post its are great these days. Hahaha. This one pretty much speaks of how my mind and heart runs. Everything is him. He is the reason for almost everything but I guess I'm just not that showy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have got to stop this chinwagging. I have got to start doing the works. I have got to go. It's a grand, grand life! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-3127109561375168865?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/3127109561375168865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=3127109561375168865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/3127109561375168865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/3127109561375168865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/12/busybee.html' title='Busybee'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/R2SF9D8mZhI/AAAAAAAAACs/TPqXhky4hn4/s72-c/hahahaha.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-2597552378760626839</id><published>2007-12-13T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:22:46.307-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aphrodisiacal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no rain day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night pieces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><title type='text'>highest level</title><content type='html'>We've started practicing Cotillion. Excited? Hahaha! No freaking way! Okay, okay.. Sort of. But not excited like it's going to be a date with Levine, or Jov. Haha. We just want to get the whole Cotillion thing over with! You may think that it's still December and February's so next next month and we've still got all the time the world could give, then ennkkk!! Correction, it's &lt;i&gt;already&lt;/i&gt; December! Our D.I.'s going to be totally busy on January and we've got exams on that month and I've got a hefty feeling that Jan'08 is going to be very fast. Oh Lord please no. Because then it's going to be February 14! Lovieduv Day likewise the very day of our prom! The last highlight of out third year life (the first one was the tour. And no, the English Skakespeare play doesn't count).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to be practicing again tomorrow. It's so hard to gather all the nerves and get calm all at once in times of pushing people to go to practices. And to think I'm not practice committee. But the heck. When has life been close to fair anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I badly hope we could be complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking.. Ahai a. He asked me out. I could very well spend good times with him tomorrow but I won't go ditching the practice. He will not be available on Saturday. And he's going to be very busy during the Christmas break. And i'm going to do a lot of cramming as well. I hate this. I hate cramming. I hate bearing the feeling of missing him. I hope they get an apartment next year. But maybe he's still going to be busy by then. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmigoodness. I've been pigging out. I've been loving Jabi!! I've been loving Overload! Omigoodness. What will happen to my 24 and a half waist measurment for the gown? Can I still change it? I mean, I might've really added some length. Haha! But the heck I care. I swear to lessen the food intake on the second week of January though. Or the third week. Ot the last week? Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the song I'm randomly listening to right now:&lt;br /&gt;I need a miracle,&lt;br /&gt;a star-crossed lover,&lt;br /&gt;an arrow in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I need a rainy day,&lt;br /&gt;an endless summer,&lt;br /&gt;a pocket full of stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a very umm, mellow-in-a-roug- soft-of-way song. Pocket Full of Stars. I like the chorus, and even the rest. But let's just cross that "a star-crossed lover" line out. Also the "an arrow in my heart" if it means being in love and Mr.Cupid's shot the two of us and we've already found each other. I've already got that. Hihi.. And it's to the highest level!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Did you see the moon tonight? It's beautiful, it's not fullmoon but it's beautiful. Grand life, it's still grand. I have got to go. Imma sleep early!! Tatalafafa!! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-2597552378760626839?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/2597552378760626839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=2597552378760626839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/2597552378760626839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/2597552378760626839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/12/highest-level.html' title='highest level'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-2136244859333224286</id><published>2007-12-11T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:22:46.297-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aphrodisiacal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night pieces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tremendous'/><title type='text'>Dizziness. Exhaustion. Fidelity?</title><content type='html'>I'm so kapoy. In fact, I may be sick. Sometimes I hope I'd just get sick but that really won't do me good. Being sick does not thoroughly mean rest. So how am I going to get through this? I want to rest but I can't get myself to. I'm supposed to be sleeping now but I obviously am awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I've been in front of the computer - with the DSL modem off. Would you believe? I'd turn it on only to look for images to put in my webpages. I've been doing the output in Computer. If I didn't stop myself today, I wouldn't be posting during this instance and I would still be doing clickies on Photoshop and donwloading more brushes that may or may not be of good use to my site. I was inspired. But that was just yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pigging-out-under-the-sun-with-not-so-long-walks-and-aircon. I'm so kappoooy! I don't even know why I'm posting right now. Hahaha. Okay, I should get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or on second thought.. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how love affects everything? How it makes everything revolve around it? Around the person you love? Do you also know how to show it? Becaue I don't. I'm a suckfest. I know! We had a pety fight that lasted for a night all because he felt like the wind I don't see and bother to appreciate. That night, I somehow regretted doing a part during the Integrated Meet. I was not supposed to be there. I only came to chance on seeing him. But I didn't want that to be obvious, so I was sort of glad when Roy ran late for his task and I get to substitute him for a while. I should've went home after Roy came so that none of last last night's drama took place. He's so suplado! But I still love him. I still love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm sad. IT might have been just some bickering but it might change things. I'm sad. I'm exhausted. I'm dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the dance committee met with the D.I. today. Sir Sol!! After that we went to Robinsons and had a little meeting about matters pertaining to the Cotillion. Before any of that.. I went to school and met with Aki and Lcid and Simon. We gave Lcid our remembrance and we ate lunch at Jabi then I went back home to get the pictures we've taking after the despidida at Dos Marias last Saturday so that we can give it to Lcid before he leaves. And we're going to miss Lcid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I just want to show some of my works.. hehe. You can go ahead and click them for the actual size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/R16vnzmtySI/AAAAAAAAACM/_svMnkzexts/s1600-h/edf_of_dec11.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142740922906036514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/R16vnzmtySI/AAAAAAAAACM/_svMnkzexts/s200/edf_of_dec11.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the D-E-F of today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/R16vzDmtyTI/AAAAAAAAACU/xr5DPK5Eskk/s1600-h/ily_jov_somuch.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142741116179564850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/R16vzDmtyTI/AAAAAAAAACU/xr5DPK5Eskk/s200/ily_jov_somuch.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite so far. look at the reflection. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/R16wCzmtyUI/AAAAAAAAACc/S0K5C5L3KOY/s1600-h/giftfor_aika.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142741386762504514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/R16wCzmtyUI/AAAAAAAAACc/S0K5C5L3KOY/s200/giftfor_aika.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the uncolorful version..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/R16wLjmtyVI/AAAAAAAAACk/Gqe_0Tg6vPM/s1600-h/rainbowed_again.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142741537086359890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/R16wLjmtyVI/AAAAAAAAACk/Gqe_0Tg6vPM/s200/rainbowed_again.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the edited version! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these are at my deviantart. i'm coated-meir. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad. And dizzy. I should sleep now. I should not reply to the message he just sent me. He's assuming I'm already asleep. Howcome he's still awake? Anyway.. oh, sweet slumber. Zzzzz... Grand life.. Zzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-2136244859333224286?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/2136244859333224286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=2136244859333224286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/2136244859333224286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/2136244859333224286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/12/dizziness-exhaustion-fidelity.html' title='Dizziness. Exhaustion. Fidelity?'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/R16vnzmtySI/AAAAAAAAACM/_svMnkzexts/s72-c/edf_of_dec11.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-3383820338891549000</id><published>2007-12-06T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:22:46.346-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet midnight dew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aphrodisiacal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><title type='text'>Thinking Underage..</title><content type='html'>(title has nothing to do with anything in this post except for the part where I mention Teddy Geiger. Hehe.. and the part where I state we're in love. no, not with teddy. with &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;! But that does not make us underage because love takes on people at different ages and time.. )&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we'll be in classes half the day. Yey! And I'll be out during 9am again to practice for our tribute to the teachers on Teacher's Day. Sa Metanoia a. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reasons I don't think I can very well state, I love this day. I've been loving the days. It was a usual day. I woke a bit late and I had to sweet talk Jasmine's conscience so she took a bath first. But I guess we ran a bit late. Haha. The test in Geom wasn't that suicidal. We didn't have much to worry this day. Ma'am Nietes was no where today so I spent her period in a quiet slumber while my classmates were noisy and jaunty. And would you believe Ma'am Pañer listed their names? They were even ranked. Top one being the noisiest. So elementary. Hahaha! But, oh, I've been missing those petty reasons for fights within the my grade school rooms. By the way, Kim was top one. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erdie! He never fails to make us laugh. He might be doing it without him be aware. Ma'am Pañer asked him to write something on the board during Chem and he randomly said "Gabasa pa ko pu" like he was talking to just his friend who is irritating him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'll never see him today. Okay, I admit I've been doing some little glances when I happen to pass by his room. But I try to not make it obvious. Hehe. He's going to be an usher for the Integrated Meet. But I got to be with him today! And he said he was being suplado. I didn't think so. Have I gotten myself immuned to that already? Hahaha! As usual, my heart beated like some butterflies were flying around it. You know, that jovail beating &lt;i&gt;or&lt;/i&gt; I can very well state it this way: that JOVial beating of my heart whenever we get closer millimeter by millimeter. And his eyes, of course! The darkchocobrowness of which is hard to distinguish because of the darkness. But his being frisky! Yep, not suplado at all tonight. His eyes show it all. Haha! I could tease him anytime about his abs. Hahaha! Howcome I haven't seen it yet?? I mean, do i have to see it? Hahaha! I guess someday I will see it. Hahaha! Okay, enought about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howcome I still think his hot? Aaaaahh!! Grr! Why do I think he's hot?? I haven't seen him play football in days! But he's still hot. And I can't believe it! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we tried to finish the travelogue today.. We went to Aki's house and there was that encounter with Coco again. Hehe. We really tried to finish it. Tapik2 na lng. But time can never run any slower. I think we can pass it tomorrow though. And it'll feel like heaven when we do! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Oh! Henry! He's so buang! He knows so much and he kept bugging me about whatever it is he knows. Haha! He knows! He knows! How dare him. Hahaha. Peace, John. John Richard Henry? Haha.. Okay, the answer to his question is.. heaven. Haha! Omigoodness! And it's more than that! (if anything can ever be better than heaven, but i guess i don't think so. hehe. but i'm still stating that line). We're two people in love.. you'd know it feels. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been loving Teddy Geiger again! His song Underage. And John Mayer! I'm in love with his voice! The song Your Body is A Wonderland is such a drug. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I've changed my URL!! &lt;b&gt;friskychinwags.blogspot.com&lt;/b&gt; ..I don't think the red bag exists significantly anymore. So now, I'll be the frisky chinwagging JM who tells her tales as she sits in front of the pc's monitor. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM's so sleepy now..&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can wake up very early tomorrow. Jasmine's been agonizing. Hehe.. So I'm going to sleep after a couple of minutes. Life is so grand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Tatalafafa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-3383820338891549000?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/3383820338891549000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=3383820338891549000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/3383820338891549000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/3383820338891549000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/12/thinking-underage.html' title='Thinking Underage..'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-5499354914343771513</id><published>2007-12-03T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:22:46.402-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aphrodisiacal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooooll'/><title type='text'>tale-ssseeees</title><content type='html'>I am sitting and I am JM and I am about to tell you this tale that is quite.. Umm, I don't know.. A tale! Hahaha! And it's one heck of a tale! And it feels like fairytale! (oh, look what the movie Enchanted did to me.. and the song!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was an exaggeration. It is not the greatest story ever told and it's not a song. It's not the grandest but it sure made my heart flutter like a dainty piece of paper that have flown up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my own &lt;i&gt;Rain&lt;/i&gt;!! Haha! No, that's not my tale - that I have my own Rain. Hahaha! Anyway, guess what? He's still hot! And imagine! I told him that! And he was like.. &lt;i&gt;Explain "hot"&lt;/i&gt;. So asked him if that would be in terms of degrees celcius. Because really, I don't know how to explain it. So beyond words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and I have shared much intimacy. The intimacy which means having a &lt;b&gt;close personal relationship&lt;/b&gt;. That type of intimacy and nothing else. Haha. We've become so close that there seem to be nothing so personal to hide. Like he knows my father and mother don't sleep with each other. Haha, that was shallow. And I love looking at his eyes! They're dark chocolate brown. I think I could never get tired of just staring at it, except when my eyes start to sore, that usually goes with the neck (vertically challenged here, I admit). I also love the way his nose brushes my face at times. And the way he looks at me like a child. And the way his eyelashes also brush my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the one. He's really the one. There's that certain mutually within us that we guess we'd be so shattered when we lose each other. That we might even reach craziness. And I don't know.. I guess this is my own love story and it's starting to unfold more. We're going to face a lot. This might sound over but we're worrying about college. How we're going to be. Especially when it's my time and I'd be at Manila. I even thought I'd go home once in three months but he did not agree. He trusts me! Hehe. And oh, I trust him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know we're going to face a lot of obstacles but we're going to help each other. Oh and guess what.. He's no longer bickering with me!! And we hug! The tight type of hug! I can always rest my head on his chest and shoulders and I could feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time we talked about death. I told him I bet I'd die before him. But he wants to die first. &lt;i&gt;Indi ko na gusto. Sakit2 na sa akon, ndi ko na makaya..&lt;/i&gt;. Even if that may sound selfish, I understand him. You know, I could be hear to pray for him.. Hehe, pti a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww.. I love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my sister and father are home from Manila! Yey! Ipanema!! I love it! I could love it more than the way I could love Havaianas (since it's beginning to be over used, or that's just my term. hehe). It looks like just an ordinary flipflops but I definitely love it that way! And the Mint Crisps! I love em M&amp;amp;S! They never fail me, galing wla na bi after dinner mints moh. Hehe. But aus lng ah. And today! I laughed so bad! First, my classmates made fun of the artista's pictures on the magazines. They made Dolphy the endorser of Sunsilk! Nagfit gd moh! Haha! Like it was his hair! Then they made more masterpieces that even made Ma'am Nietes' day. Hahaha! Then when it was the basketball game against the sophomores, it was also quite a laugh! And.. basta. Funny day. And embarrassing? Hehe. Oh yes, silent embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what more? No more! Hehe. I want to sleep early. Ahai a! Feeling ko gamango na gid ko! Makin mo! We've got this long test in Journ tomorrow and I don't have any handouts! Parte mn lng sa layie sng newspaper but still! Plus I've been commiting a lot of mistakes in the tests sa Chem! Surely manubo gd ko. I guess I was zero sa isa ka test na over 30 just because the number of moleclues sa Oxygen ko is 4 rather than 5, then the other.. sala gd ko ya! Indi na gali pag-imultiply kung 7.05. Just let it be. Ahai.. permi nlng ko bi wla sa klase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope people will not be so shocked when they'd learn top 5 nlng ko. Hehe. Kay promose! Nubo gid ya! I badly hope I can do well during the exams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people inside the room are so addicted to So Close. Haha! I've been LSSed too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, since I don't have anything to study (and I don't have the PDF file for Computer Homework. I guess sunggod ngid si sir soriano. He might give us all singko. I hope not..), there's the travelogue to eat up all my time. Hehe. Oh and the problems about it, solved na. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing Abner and Ana. Where are they now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I haven't told you my tale yet. Or is this it? I've been telling you my tales since november last year! Haha.. And there are more to come! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;hr width="250" size="5"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all! Life is so grand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Tatalafafa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-5499354914343771513?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/5499354914343771513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=5499354914343771513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/5499354914343771513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/5499354914343771513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/12/tale-ssseeees.html' title='tale-ssseeees'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-6021869064412563031</id><published>2007-11-29T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:22:46.423-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aphrodisiacal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night pieces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unbearable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tremendous'/><title type='text'>Oh come on!</title><content type='html'>Come on! Come on! Come on! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today? I actually love this day in a way that I somehow had strength. It took Antel's and John's presence for me to realize things. I've never felt.. I don't know. Too much rage? And I was naturally myself enough to not over react about it. I can get used to it. I can get used to forever. And I'm not joking. I mean, if they're trying to change me, they're doing the wrong thing. Whatever their tactic is.. It'll never work. It'll make me worse (then again, that may be their target. To let me fall) Don't they realize that? And one more thing.. I'm not going to change. This is how I want myself to be. I'd still change and change and change. If people see it in a bad way, then these are the people who would never understand me. These are the people who would never accept me. These are the people who will make me chose. These are the people who will hurt me. And these people, who may rekon they're being that way, trying to change me because they're my true friends, are not at all the truest. Not even close to truer. To true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were "deafened by the mere fact that nobody's perfect".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years.. thrown to trash. I'm glad my friends from elementary are not like them. They've gone through the same thing about me but yet they accepted me. They have accepted the people I want to be with and the things I do. They may find the error in me but they do the correction in the right way. And there are the ones who I've met for just a year or so (not more than three years, although some people I met for three years know how to correct me in a right way. some). It's amazing how they know me all too well to accept me. They are being treasured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought that they can carry on without me. I lead no one. No one's leading anyone. They are lead by no one but their very own selves. Don't they trust their selves? Are they afraid of making a move that can ruin the whole thing (the travelogue)? Are they afraid that they won't get approval? I don't know what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, I'll just let them be. I'm sick of their tactics. So tired of it. It'll never work. New nman bi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai! Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this day! Despite the fact that defeated kmi sa football against the Sophomores and all. Things happen for a reason. Teehee. And Jov's been there. He is true. He kept on cheering up Antel and me. And the Othello! Gaw and I did great. No adlibs! First time! (and probably the last. hahaha) I didn't cry today (except when I read the article about last year's PSYSC Summit at our school about Nang Dai.. Ka-heart-warming.. and I remembered the times). How can I cry when there are those who are trying to make me feel better? Even if I force the tears to come out because of the hurt, they won't gid ya. And well, I'm not even crying in the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta, I'm still going to miss those times with them. But are they even going to miss those times for even a quarter of the way I could miss? All these just makes me feel they want to get rid of me in their lives (that may be a fact.. if proven theoretically).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, wait... Ngaa ngbalik nman sa mu to ang story-telling aw? Hehe. I hate the negativity of it but I want to post it for u know.. Records. Hehehe.. Oh, blogging makes me realize more.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="250" size="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hahaha.. Kfunny kay Jov ah. His presence make me so happy. Tapos si Antel.. And si Mikka. And si Henry.. Tani ara mn si Abner. I miss his shoulders. And Ana, too. What pa gid bi kung ara man si Rika? And Janessa? And my brother? And a rainbow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've got to end this post. I have to start doing the travelogue again. I've taught myself to love it. :D And this day is a part of my grand life. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-6021869064412563031?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/6021869064412563031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=6021869064412563031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/6021869064412563031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/6021869064412563031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-come-on.html' title='Oh come on!'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-5794408632154183894</id><published>2007-11-28T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:22:46.417-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aphrodisiacal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tremendous'/><title type='text'>we're so close</title><content type='html'>Aaaaaaahhh! He's still so hot..! And he's sweeter than ever! And he's so caring! And.. I don't know. Maybe I'm just appreciating him. I've never appreciated him this much, this way before. He's been making me happy and I'd bare out I could never ask for more. He's the one I imagined myself to be with even before I met him (you know, the way he is.. that's what I imagined my man to be). I did not pay much attention to his goodness (hotness?? haha) before because I feared i'd be one of the girls in his past. I feared I might fall madly in love with him but in the end it'll turn out all I could ever be is his past. but now i thoroughlt trust him. Like.. h-e-l-l-o.. what's a relationship without trust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, Life still on fire. So far we are so close. :) I love him so much.. We both know that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, football game today. It was fun! (haha, cliche?). And you know.. we scored some goals and won. The freshies were good, too (ang vs nmun). Palaban sila! And there's one.. Her name's Ria (Gold's cousine? hehe, not sure). I like her. She'd be a good player (she already is). Daw siya lang to ang daw may animo parte sa hampang. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I saw him play again! I've been drowned by his hotness! Why is he like that? Sagad siya a!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way our boyfriend-girlfriend realtionship runs. It's like we're simply close friends but with a lot of benefits (and I dare say A LOT). Downside though: our parents seem to know but we convince our mothers that there's nothing between us. Ngerr. I really think my mother knows. . And his mother knows but he made her think he and I broke up because she opposes. He and I always find ourselves helping each other think of alibis (that are not totally lies) just to get pass through the strictness. In the end things are going to be fine. Really.. We know it. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah! I love this day!! :D (tomorrow, Gaw and I will be performing our Othello death scene. That's in front of the whole INHS. Ngerrr.. I hope Gaw and I get it right. Kahuluya to its peek kung sala2 pa kmi and I certainly hope we'd not adlib and he'd concentrate. na di'd concentrate too. Jov's been teasing me about the kiss part. He said he wants to see it. Kita mo lang! Pati lng ko. Hehehe..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand life! :D I'm going to sleep after I do our travelogue. Creative juices on the loose! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-5794408632154183894?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/5794408632154183894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=5794408632154183894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/5794408632154183894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/5794408632154183894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-so-close.html' title='we&amp;#39;re so close'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-8306941067919998335</id><published>2007-11-27T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:22:46.474-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aphrodisiacal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night pieces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tremendous'/><title type='text'>Life.. is hot</title><content type='html'>My previous post was emo. (It's not that I don't care about the Travelogue. I badly care about it. It hit me like a very bad kick when I don't even know what I've done. That what happened made me feel I did nothing at all, that I did not contribute to it from the beginning. That I was useless all the time. That I had to do a lot of work in order for me to fill in for the times I was not able to do anything. That all I did was stare, that I was not able to move and start with it. And that I can't do anything about it because I don't know what really went wrong. They won't speak to me. I'm really finding it hard) Eeeek. Pero true. But don't mind it. Things like that happen to me too. I don't want things like that to take over me though. And I had friends to help me figure that out. Some are closest to me, and it's very touching.. you know, that people care. And I can joke! I hope God will be there to guide us all - to enlighten us to know what to do, to do the right things and to understand each other. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. Today! (Despite the sundown being so down..) Today! Well, is it just me or is he really.. ummm.. errr. Hot? I mean, you know.. When playing football. It was raining and he was wet and running and kicking the ball and muddy. Aaaaah! Stop me! My boyfriend's on fire! And he was good! Ugh! He scored 2 out of 3 goals! He's so good!!! And hot? Hahaha! Of course they won. He played and all. So he was there. And he's so good (okay, another way of saying he's hot? hehe. Oh my! I can't get over it!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it. You won't believe it either. That I'm still getting all giddy about it. Hahahaha! Urrggh! Oh, I do hope he's going to stay hmble about it, because that way he'd have more hot points. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Oh! Mikka's got her own hot rockstar (her own SG)!! Awww.. Giddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Hottt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you oppose, I'd try to understand. If I'm too blind, please let me know. And I'd try to convince myself that my heart's the only part of me yelling he's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh! I still can't believe it! That I think he's hot!! Hahaha!! I want to see him play football some more! Hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of.. We've got a game tomorrow. Oh, we'll do fine. Teehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said good night in a nice special way. What a way to make me smile tonight. With the "liwat" and "liwat" and "liwat" and the smiley. And did I tell you about the day we watched Enchanted? (I suppose I did not as I was filled with unwanted emoness during my previous post) That movie's officially one of me favorites!! And there was a part when I had tears of joy. For real! And I'm thinking that was my first ever tears of joy. I thought I was the only one in tears but he was man enough to admit he had tears first. And to think I tried to stop the tears from peeping out! Hahaha. I'm too gay. Actually, there was nothing to cry about. The movie's not sad and that part ceratinly was not the saddest compared to other movies I'v seen (ang Bluemoon gani wla nkapahibi skun and a lot said they've cried because of it!). So where did those tears of joy come from? I really can't explain. All I know is that on that moment I knew it and it was clear as water that he's the one - he's going to be the one forever. That conclusion came in to me as fast as the speed of light. And I believe I'm not wrong. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! That's it for today! :D Life is still grand! (being somehow in the shoes of Stargirl. I'm learning, I'm learning..) Oh, and my life's got fire! And it's hot (or should I say &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt;?) =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-8306941067919998335?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/8306941067919998335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=8306941067919998335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/8306941067919998335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/8306941067919998335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/11/life-is-hot.html' title='Life.. is hot'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-710893437043957155</id><published>2007-11-26T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:22:46.446-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>:' /</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;I feel so sad. Like I want to die. I've got to be honest, if I ever really think about it, I can just do it. And there, I'd be gone in no time. I can just do that and not care. But I can't do that. I don't want to murder myself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it have to be like that? I just feel that I don't belong (that they're not the ones I have to be with). Sometimes I think about it - all the sadness, the petty fights, the bickerings. I'm fed up. I've had enough. I thought it was going to end considering that, you know, we've grown. I guess. Or I only suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I mean, don't they ever get tired of it? Okay, trying to understand someone could be the hardest thing. But what about the word "try"?? Was it dumped somewhere dirty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to state my side to them. I don't want them to think about it any deeper. I just want us to float.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've simply done it. I allowed myself to be scolded by my mother (who can in no way, i strongly believe, ever understand me. That's why I refuse to state my side).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I always refuse to state my side. I always find it hard to do that. I become so eveil when that happens even if I'm the right one. I say things that are true but can in some way hurt people. So I just keep quiet. And that's how it's been ever since. I've no plans of changing that. I've gotten used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I wonder: Will I ever change that? Will I break free from its soft, more or less painful clasp and escape like a prisoner? Until where can I take it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to die. Seriously. But I can't.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-710893437043957155?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/710893437043957155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=710893437043957155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/710893437043957155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/710893437043957155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=':&amp;#39; /'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-7416450102529247071</id><published>2007-11-21T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:22:46.457-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aphrodisiacal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night pieces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooooll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tremendous'/><title type='text'>On this day.. 21 :D</title><content type='html'>Today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special. That's what today is. But. Yes, but. I only attended two subjects (Math and Computer). I'm beginning to feel dumb. Hahaha. Seriously! I've got a lot of catching up to do! I want to start studying for SocStud because they'd be taking a test I won't ve taking tomorrow. And I want to learn about the graphs sir taught them in Trigo. And the things Ma'am Pañer blabs during Chem. And the other Things in Physics and o.. Dang! I've got to do the Math homework. Tapos all the other tests I have to take like Computer and Math. Aaaahh! Loaded! Loaded!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even if those thoughts have flooded my mind, I still feel this day's special. It rained and all and it was cloudy and it was not that hot. It's our monthsary. Hahaha! Things happen so fast. I mean, really. Tapos soon it'll be our second monthsary and blablabla.. Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my head ached, like it's being hammered. Plus my visitor came. Wrong timing. I've got football games to play! And it arrived when I was at UP for the seminar on fraternities and sororities. I was not aware about the totall harshness these groups bring. Abi ko sang una wala di sa Iloilo eh. But there ar a lot. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at McDo Sm. Mga Metanoians ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at the afternoon, I didn't do much except study for Biotechnology and went to the SOF side of the school to register for Intel. I took the text sa Bio and it was super easy! Daw indi na klangan tun.an gd. Hahaha! Anyway, Intel's going to be tomorrow. Omigoshie. After posting this I'm going to put in my heart Nang Elysha'a and Nonito's study. Tapos I think I have to look through the notes in Statistics last year because I easily get loast in that part of researching. I was like &lt;i&gt;what??&lt;/i&gt; when Sr. Mosura discussed it kaina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And um.. What else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! I'm so excited for football!! I don't think we really have to win in that game this year. I just want to have fun. Pero score mn tani sng goals eh. I'll take this Mini Olympics Family Month Something as a sort of practice for the Palaro next year (that is kung maintra ang SSC. Tani gd!). Aaaahhh!! I'm excited!! I miss the ball! And the klits. And the.. Aaaaahh! Mud? Hahahaha!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you that my head ached? Well it ached real bad when I was about to go to Aki's house for the travelogue. We stopped at MB because Lcid had to call his dad for the ride and I ate the lunch I brought to school which i was not able to eat because we had lunch at the mall. It was raining and you know.. it would be nice if we kept our selves dry inside the Guardian. Hihi. Tapos there.. Ara mn lang gali ang The Guardian. And on the way to the ride, I saw Jov with his orange umbrella. Hahaha..! So he came near me and we were both under his orange umbrella going our way to The Guardian. Hehehe. He hugged me and I thought that relieved my head ache. Well, it did. Pero he had to stop hugging me when we neared the guardhouse. So the hug lasted for some 5 seconds. Five seconds lang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did he see me go up the stairs to the MB and stationed himself outside (with his orange umbrella) so that he and I could see each other on this day? Did he? Did he? Hahahaha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this day! I love the rain (that has stopped, unfortunately)! I love him!!&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh.. Life is grand! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Tatalafafa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-7416450102529247071?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/7416450102529247071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=7416450102529247071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/7416450102529247071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/7416450102529247071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/11/on-this-day-21-d.html' title='On this day.. 21 :D'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-6979632365533255513</id><published>2007-11-20T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:22:46.438-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night pieces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooooll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleeeh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tremendous'/><title type='text'>Fireworks!!</title><content type='html'>Haha! &lt;strong&gt;No class today&lt;/strong&gt;! But.. hahaha! Dear, I thought I'd have rest, as in to sleep the whole day and have those sweaty work out sessions in the afternoon to burn the fatsies I got from the camp. And did you think I'd be a millimeter thinner? No way! I love their food there. Faci kami. Foor was great. Banana! Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since we did not have any classes today because according to the radio it's signal 2 of whatever the bagyo's name is, I went to Jackie's (now her names spelled &lt;em&gt;J-W-O-K&lt;/em&gt;. haha!!) to finally start with our travelogue. I found Roy there, apart from Jwok's two hotdog doggies. Roy was wearing uniform. The laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've finally started! And oh, Jov and I were texting. His friend lent him (i guess) a sim card and he has a phone (pero wala pa xa gnbaklan) so there. I missed texting with him. I thought I was going to see him today but he went home after seeing the school was deserted. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monthsary tomorrow!! But he sort of greeted me today since even if he'd be staying up till 12 for that, he won't be able to greet me. The phone's not his plus his mother would not allow him to bring his phone to school yet because he might lost it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, how fast time flies (and yes, yes.. especially when I'm with him. How so utterly sad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If things are ever going to get rough rougher than the sand paper.. It would probably be because of our parents. That our parents will not approve of us. He mentioned he thinks his mother doesn't like me and I feel that my mother does not like him or any guy that can come into my life (but in this case, it'll be only him...forever. I badly hope so. I want him forever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever's going to happen, even if we'd break up, we'd still be.. you know. I hope. Forever. The heck!! We'd be forever!! That has got to happen. Hehehe. But if we would ever break up I guess even if we try to make it look like we mean it, in the depths of our senses, it would seem like acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it. Why do parents tell us we're not allowed to blablabla.. when they know we're going to do it anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might sound patethic. I wished at 11:11. Hahahaha!! Wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope there'll be no classes tomorrow too. But such thin chances. it's no longer raining and I'm missing the chill. I have a lot of catching up to do. I hate this. Tapos bwas basi absent nman ako?? Omigoshie!! What would become of me!! There's the Intel and the Metanoia trip tp UP!! Hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there.. Open something blablabla eyes.. Yeeaaahhh.&lt;br /&gt;Sing it! Sing it!! Drive by Incubus! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ultimate favorite song right now id Catch my Disease by Ben Lee. I've been loving him! I got acquainted to him by the soundtrack of a movie I've forgotten. Was it the Devil Wears Prada or something else? Hahaha. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a matter of 21 minutes, we'd be one month!! Oh, and 21 minutes pa o! Hahahaha! What a grand life. :D&lt;br /&gt;Tatalafafa! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-6979632365533255513?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/6979632365533255513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=6979632365533255513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/6979632365533255513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/6979632365533255513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/11/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks!!'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-1069857012935554396</id><published>2007-11-19T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:22:46.263-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='___trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tremendous'/><title type='text'>Catch my disease!!</title><content type='html'>When my mother asked me kung ano rank ko yesterday, I told her I was 2nd. And I wanted to add that my boyfriend's (daw mu na na moh. hehe) 9th in their class. Hahaha! Pero I didn't say anything about that. I mean, she does not even like the idea that someone's courting me. What more kung..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've gone so ecxtatic when I found out he was 9th!! Like I won Deal or No deal. Haaha! Honest! He told me a million times that we need to do great this quarter and well.. he did great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out his rank yesterday (fster. been sneaky. hehe). The moment I read the comments, I forgot that we were on some rough road. He went bickering with me again when I was at San Joaquin for the Division Science Camp for the mere reason that I did not reply to his messages. But I can't totally get mad at him. Okay, I was mad. But I had to let it fade. His cellphone and wallet were snatched. His mother got very, very angry at him. Ha had all the right to lose his mind. He should be very thankful I'm understanding. Hihi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yep.. Camp at Don Felix Serra National High School, San Joaquin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ma'am Dyn told Niña and me about the certain creepy incidents that happened during meets there, chills went around my senses. You know, the possession and other unwantetd spirits and beings. But I tried to not think of it. I actually thank Jov. If it weren't for him occupying my mind every minute, I would've activated the laws of attraction to let tragic things (like what Ma'am Dyn mentioned) happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride to our destinataion was lone and dark. Blackout sa Panay that time eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, we had dinner. It was free. They prepared something for us. And the banana men!! Namit! Tapoos their fish!! The sinabawan! aaaahh!! On that moment, I knew I'd be bigger when I go home after 3 days. Haha! Wala gid ko nagsala. Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we really didn't do much. We bought stuff at the nearest store and played shadow ans loled about the way our teachers walk. Like Ma'am Rose. And Ma'am Portia. Grabe kfunny! Hahahaha!! Swear!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we slept and woke and.. Ahai.. I don't want to talk about the whole 3 days and the next 2 nights. This post would be very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta.. I facilitated JEDON 45 with Manong Karl from Pavia National High School. SSC mn xa. Pero he leaves me a lot of times. And he alsways makes me bring the pole with the "J45" on it. Hehehe.. My legs have also been aching today because I ran from place to place looking for our precious pole during the last day. I thought it was with him but it acrtually was leaning on a tree very near the spot where we lined up at the open field. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the camp was great. During the first day and the morning of 2nd day, I badly wanted to go home. I didn't appreciate the place that time and I've been thinking about hiom and I just.. Want to be home. But came the afternoon of the 2nd day when we had the Olympiad and the other activities that were funner plus the bonfire and the Papaya Dance. I appreciated the place and there was fun. I came closer the my Jedon.. And the last day!! The scicathhhsomething. Heheh. I was assigned to Sation12 with Nong Karl, two other men faci and 2 women facis. Our task for the campers was cool. They have to dismantle ofrdetach to metal thingies. They're like chained but they actually aren't. Dapat no force should be applied, the metal thingies should just slide. It was really cool! Daw magic!! Pero logic lang is all you need to figure it out. Daw Nagbond pagid kami didto! Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had shooting for our Papaya Video!! Hahaha!! All 3400+ participants sa camp!! We were all dancing the Papaya dance!! Imagine bala!! We were that many, dapat lang gid iplay sng Game Kna B!! They'd be sending it!! Hahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was right. I knew I'd hate being at the camp during the first days but I'd want it to last the moment it's about to end. That's what happned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met new friends!! Si Nikky!! She's been very kind to us!! Nagbath pa kmi sa house nya. And Nang Queenie!! I finally met her. Galing ex na xa ni Nong Glenn eh. Blooming mn xa gyapon ah. And Nong Eli!! Special Someone ni Niña!! I think they're MU na. Hehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, pics at my multiply account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;hr width="250" size="5"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was great!! It was cloudy, cold and raining!! Tapos I had a long bath!! And I feel fresh. Hahaha! He and I are okay again. Aika also opened up about her problems. And grabe ha. Indi obvious. And he and I talked in a casual way. Tapos he got to carry the bowl nga gin.use for the punch sa snacks. Hahaha! Funny ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loooove him!! I love him like fireworks!! And that's the way I like it. Life is grand!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-1069857012935554396?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/1069857012935554396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=1069857012935554396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/1069857012935554396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/1069857012935554396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/11/catch-my-disease.html' title='Catch my disease!!'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-4794916621961959745</id><published>2007-11-13T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:22:46.371-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wala lang'/><title type='text'>zzz..</title><content type='html'>Hahaha. I'm off to bed early. Again. Wala lang. I just love it. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really going to have this bond here. Like whenever I have something to say outloud nga wala mn lang ko hambalan di sa balay.. blog's the medium. (kung tak.an ko mgopen sa blgger home i'll go for the cbox. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all. Nyt2. Hahahaha! Suh-leeeep! Oh, part of life's grandness.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-4794916621961959745?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/4794916621961959745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=4794916621961959745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/4794916621961959745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/4794916621961959745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/11/zzz.html' title='zzz..'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-1560355894883274693</id><published>2007-11-13T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:22:46.285-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><title type='text'>I suddenly thought I want to..</title><content type='html'>I'm beginning to hate Friendster. I fill it develops the guilt in me plus the evil dude. I don't comment back right away.. and blah blah diblah. I think I might just delete it. But I won't since I have to sustain this commute among my old friends and new friends and my sister and other people. I'm going to remain dormant though. I'm not going to update it except when creative juices just get into me and are more than enough, trying to find someplace to let out (e.g. layout). Oh, I'm also hating it because I'll never allow myself to start blogging there as I'm totally devoted to my blogger and me giving more time to fster than to blogger only makes me give less time to updating my blog. Okay, friendster's not really bad and I bet a lot are thanking the ones who started it and all but as of now I'm almost totally hating it. And surprisingly not because I don't receive enough comments or friend requests. I don't really want that. I'm thinking a lot might start asking (about us) and I don't want in any way to tell the truth yet. If you know what I mean. You know! And if you do I highly suggest you stay quiet about it and keep the little info to youself and only to yourself. Basta..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot have shrieked. The most recent's Rhaizza. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I'm beginning to think that I'll sort of lock my blog too and add those who are allowed to view my blog. You know, the e-mails. Maybe I'll do that. Yeah. I will. Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How soon? As soon as something gets uncontrollable. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we have this Family Month at school. Yey football! And uh-oh football. My stamina's sucking so that'll make me really suck too.. But still. YEY FOOTBALL!! I forgot to tell my mother that she's going to join the badminton girls. In fact, she's going to be in charge of it. Hahaha!! I mean.. Imagine.. My mother wearing jersey. Okay, that's not so hard to imagine but you know.. She's kikay. But she plays badminton. Oh well. We'll see. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kept on raining the whole day. And what's cool about it is because we had a weather forecaster straight from the field's grass at the back of our house. A snake!! A nice green snake!! I don't know how he (or she?) got up here. He might have super crawled. But they killed it (it!). They said that if a snake goes somewhere above the ground, that means it sensed rain for a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not actually afraid of snakes. The only ones I fear are spiders. And other insects. But mostly spiders. Their icky legs and hairy nature. I loath them. I guess I'll never face my fear. The closest I had faced it was at avilon Zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I alking nonsense? Pardon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day went fine. The night's fine too. I helped my mother operate the obsolete laptop (I'm telling you.. the mouse thingie where you run your fingers is like a very little botton where you can hardly run you fingers around. It's very, very little. Tinier than the 10 centavo coin) and I also helped Jasmine do her Math homework. I guess doing the homework in VE made me realize I have to be very good. I don't want the fiery second death. I want to go to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all be good and let's all go to heaven (I want to be in heaven with him. He has got to be good. He must behave.. Really). 0:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;hr width="275" size="5"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all. Life is grand! Tatalafafa! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-1560355894883274693?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/1560355894883274693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=1560355894883274693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/1560355894883274693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/1560355894883274693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-suddenly-thought-i-want-to.html' title='I suddenly thought I want to..'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-7829485605236974393</id><published>2007-11-10T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.455-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='___trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleeeh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tremendous'/><title type='text'>whatever happened</title><content type='html'>I've been missing this! I've been missing posting and pouring my heart out. Hahaha! So yey! I'm posting again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's such a sad fact that a lot of significant moments happened that I was not able to keep record of except in pety amount of photographs. Like the tour.. So should I go storry telling about it? No. I don't think so. Haha. It's going to eat my whole afternoon. I don't wantr my whole afternoon to be swallowed like chocolate. So there. I'm not going to do story telling about it. But I actually would love to. To you know.. Let you know of the drama that happened during the 4 out of 7 days we spent going around Manila.. Subic, Tagaytay.. Baguio (Baguio!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. Okay. Mga moments worth mentioning lang ah. Like what happened during our visit to the senate. Haha! It was such a fat laugh!! You see, the boys were like pregnant women who are about to give birth in a matter of seconds. Or someone who's got that certain urge that's just so unstoppable. Uncontraollable. So what happened? They finally found their sanctuary right outside the Senate of the Philippines. They were wild! Really! Like they've been imprisoned and were free for the very first time after a bazillion years in their lives. They ran... Found one's spot and.. Uhhh.. Did their thing. Hahahaha!! Oh, IU do have to say that the most important part or place in very destination we go to is the (drum roll please) &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; Comfort Room. Ta-daah!! And I have to be completely honest that I totally agree when they say Max's CR at TAgaytay is the best. Evry Max's CR have to I guess. They have to keep that good reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving on. Another moment worth remembering is the night of the 3rd day. One song. Amber's Find My Way BAck Into You. Everytime that song plays, I just can't help but remember the drama-the drama that made the tour worth remembering. The climax as Gold would put it. But I won't give details on that. Just one word and maybe you'd get it. Cellphone. Oh, and here's another word. Single. And another word? Ma'am Nietes (okay, that was two words. Hahaha!!). And the last word that may give you a little more idea about it. Bus1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Oh! We went to Baguio right? It's such a beautiful, cold place. The type of place I'll never get sick of and would really love to have my whole life there. Especially at Night. I mean.. Baguio's got everything I could wish for to be here (except the increasing crime rates, of course). The cold wind, the great view, the sheer dreaminess of the city lights at night, the cool smoky breath we breathe there, the ukay-ukay! (haha. things are practically sold low cost there, even at their SM which has got a nice scenery at the back). I just want to go back to that place!! I want to go back there on December! On summer! On.. Oh, tomorrow? Hahaha. As if. Heck of a.. I didn't want to leave that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another.. The last night at Baguio. The presentation about Freedom and Responsibility. PLano to tani namun mang-igo gid teachers but we realized that their pissing us off sometimes only means they care for us. The greatest responsibility was given to them during the tour. If something bad would happen to us, it would be nightmare for them. Okay, for us too. But mostly them. So we had a nice presentation. We won Second. Yey! Points! Points! Hahaha. Sa travelogue ah. Then the Adopt a Brother for the Ms. Geisha '07. Arvina won!! The bro we adopted!! So more points!! hahaha!! I love my group! Oh, he and I had this misunderstanding gain that night. We sorted it out. We want this to last and it will surely last. It has to! I love the way he turns into a child when we try to fix things. WE never let any fight (as small or great it could be) last for more than two days. That's the record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here's another. Star!! She's Ma'am Losbañes' daughter. Gold and I love her!! That's all. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And MOA. Wala lang. My legs and feet were soared. Bad flats! Bad! I should've worn slippers instead. But I still love thos flats. And I bought him a necklace and I was right about it. I was right about the other two things on it that would annoy him. Hahaha! He's wearing the necklace without the two things. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just upload the video we made for travelogue. More or less complete to eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="200" size="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. hehe. Okay, last na lang. Yesterday Aki, Ana and I saw Stardust. It was a nice movie. So clever. And he went! So after seeing the movie with Ana and Aki, I saw it with him. Wala lang. Okay.. That's all. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatalafafa.. Life is so grand!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-7829485605236974393?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/7829485605236974393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=7829485605236974393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/7829485605236974393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/7829485605236974393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/11/whatever-happened.html' title='whatever happened'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-6046744137382489783</id><published>2007-11-01T00:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm back!! I really am back! Okay, it's not that I've missed Ilo so bad. I mean, I've been living here my whole life. Actually, I'm not so glad to be back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-6046744137382489783?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/6046744137382489783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=6046744137382489783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/6046744137382489783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/6046744137382489783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-back-i-really-am-back-okay-its-not_01.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-1083595087190749751</id><published>2007-11-01T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:28.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm back!! I really am back! Okay, it's not that I've missed Ilo so bad. I mean, I've been living here my whole life. Actually, I'm not so glad to be back. I've been delighted like heaven during the tour that I just want to live that way. But oh well. All good things come to an end. A lot of people have been saying that and I just can't agree less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I will be blabbing so much about the tour, though. I don't have any itinerary at hand nd I don't even have enough pictures to convey my experience. All I have with me is this nice pink ring that's got a smil on it that I bought at the Philippine Science Centrum that I'm just so fond of.. That.. haha. That's all. About the pink ring, I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I blogged the day before the tour, right? Well, the next day I woke early (but not as early compared to others I suppose) and my father and sister and I hustled to the new airport. It was a long ride I'm beginning to think that I might miss the plane because there are a lot of us and we'd be doing all those checking ins and the long line that would seem to go on forever! But when I arrived there and saw that my batchmates are all outside, it looked weird. What were they doing there? Aren't we leaving in 30 minutes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the system's just so.. well, systematic. We were flowing smoothly and then we were inside the plane. Departing for Manila baby!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I'll mention the slope now. The slope! It is comprosed of me (the shortest), Gold (next to me), Roy (next to Gold) and Henry (the tallest and I'm really only up to his shoulders. Ain't that sad??). These are the people whom I've bonded with during the tour as my bestfriend's family name starts with T as in Trava. She's at bus 2. I'm bus 1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Our first destination was this place.. DOST? Oh dear. I have totally forgotten!! yes, I guess it was the DOST but the scrabbled the letters. DOTS? Oh, whatever. Basta there! Then we went to a research institute. Developmental something? They showed us ikcy things like the way people with rabbies go mad and wild and some more gross-outs. We also went to UPLB!! Yeaahhh!! I saw the Umali Hall and the Baker Hall and that just made me miss the camp. We went to dairy place there. The milk and stuff. Then after that we went to IRRI. It was a beautiful place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-1083595087190749751?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/1083595087190749751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=1083595087190749751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/1083595087190749751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/1083595087190749751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-back-i-really-am-back-okay-its-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-1506719999453153858</id><published>2007-10-21T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:28.999-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aphrodisiacal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooooll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleeeh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tremendous'/><title type='text'>21st of the month! :)</title><content type='html'>Omigosh!! Omigosh!! Oooommmiiigggoooossshhh!! Soo, aaaahhh!! I can't believe this day!! I mean, there are a lot of firsts! But I won't be dwelling on that because they are the deepest things.. umm.. uhh. Basta! Deep! Haha! I just really love this day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, a lot had happened. My excitement started on the 1st day of exams last Thursday. Makin mo, I was so hyper and excited about the fact that exams will be over in 2 days on the very first day of tests. hahaha! I'm so glad they had it for only two days. If it was three, I wouldn't have forced myself to stay awake and have those time-pressured study moments. What I'm very proud of myself is that I was able to keep my eyes opened until 2am without the influence of any stimulant. Yes, not even Bo's coffee (which I'm craving now for!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony of exams.. The subjects you study are the ones you'd most likely have low scores while the ones you simply skimmed your notes are the ones you're quite sure you've answered so well. I don't know why it is like that. Such occurence is subject to deep mental thinking - or research. And why do teachers talk about their exams in that way which suggests that the items will be so hard? When in fact they're sisiw? Pero the ones who say that their test is sisiw are the ones who give the pamatays? Haaaiiii. Oh well. That simply shows we should not thoroughly trust everything the teacher says. Hahaha!! Okay.. so it's not believing whatever the teacher says about the exam items. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I actually enjoyed studying. :D ..I guess I was just so inspired. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the tour's going to be tomorrow. Hahaha!! Being pepared for it is just a state of mind; therefore, I'm just going to think that I'm prepared. Haha. Fool myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Friday!! Jabi moment!! I love LOLing with them! With Ana, Antel, Faye, Mikka, Kim, Ingrid, Aki, Rus.. Kdamu lang kmi gnkadlawan ah. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Saturday.. I bought some stuffies for the tour. Now, got the most comfortable pair of flats and jeans in years!! I mean, I have not been wearing ballet flats and jeans because I'm not comfortable in them. But yesterday's such a blessing. Haha. I was meant to shop that day! It was Sale on Robinsons. So yeaahhh.. I love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, we (he and i) planned on seeing the movies today (Sunday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm glad this day happened. I felt a lot of butterflies in my tummy. I felt a lot of love. I felt everything first-time!! But I won't detail on that. :P&lt;br /&gt;Today, I just know he's finally the one. He's going to be the only one.. he already is. And I can't believe it!! Everything that happened today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this day more than any day I can remember! hahaha. Today felt like the movies. Haha. I love him so much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm, that's all for not. It's official. Very official. And I can't believe it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, life is so grand!!! Utterly grand!!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be away for some time. Tour and more projects.. Au revoir! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-1506719999453153858?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/1506719999453153858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=1506719999453153858' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/1506719999453153858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/1506719999453153858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/10/21st-of-month.html' title='21st of the month! :)'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-8275545741446383630</id><published>2007-10-12T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.477-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleeeh'/><title type='text'>terrific, just terrific</title><content type='html'>I edited the tempie. Because of that, I'm mad at myself and proud at the same time. Hihi. Well, it's because I was supposed to be working on my Physics project. This what I ended up finishing instead. Oh, I love it. It fits my mood. You see how I made some parts darker. Darkness.. the vibe I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one incident last night I found funny and fury-generating. &lt;i&gt;He&lt;/i&gt; said good night to me. Then he kept on twisting the words, saying sorry for the times I felt he was bickering with me (bickering: n, meaning to &lt;b&gt;argue in a bad-tempered way about something &lt;u&gt;unimportant&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;) until it came to a point when he said that my love for him might have lessened because of that. He said it's okay if my feelings have lessened for him, he's going to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does that mean? That it's really okay if I will no longer exist in his world? That's it's okay if I don't love him anymore because that's what he wants anyway? That he'll keep on &lt;i&gt;bickering&lt;/i&gt; with me until my love eventually goes poof somewhere else? That's he's not going to fight for it to stay? Hah. If so, I caught him there. If not, maybe he's a sissy to make things clear. If so, again, maybe he's very very sissy to not make things clear. Hah! How gay. He can always say it straight to my face, really. I'm the easiest person when it comes to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for my reply to his "basi gadula na love mo para sa akon. okay lang, ma-accept ko man" is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No. Indi effective ang away para madula eh&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? Kulang na lang butangan ko "bleh" e! Hahaha!! I should've really placed it. Or even the :P man lang. Hahaha!! That's the funny part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part when I got somewhat furious (and hurt. yes, yes) was when I did not get a reply from him. Not that that's really important. I don't want to go bickering with him. He might have slept so he was not able to send me a message. Well, he could've at least ended the exchange of statements nicely as he and I won't be communicating for the next two weeks. Grrr-ing here! But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually is a relief that he and I won't be communicating. We need time apart. As if we've really been together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One advantage of which is that I've finished doing 3/5 of my schoolwork. :D That's a nice start. I'm inspired by our being apart. Haha! What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I should already be doing my Physics project and get on with Research after that. Oh, and yey! My sister will be hime by 5. We will be fetching her!! Btw, visit this site: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/ecoeveryday.multiply.com"&gt;clickie&lt;/a&gt;. It's my sister's projects. I've been commenting. A bit. Her lingo has been influenced by Georgi Nicolson. Hahaha!! I miss reading her confessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaay, so that's all. Tatalafafa. :D&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, life's grandness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-8275545741446383630?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/8275545741446383630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=8275545741446383630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/8275545741446383630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/8275545741446383630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/10/terrific-just-terrific.html' title='terrific, just terrific'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-983633125512977484</id><published>2007-10-11T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.571-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><title type='text'>Buhlaah</title><content type='html'>I haven't been having the mood to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel I need a medium to pour some rage out. Although my doing so has some pretty low chances of happening. That's how it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I saw Gossip Girl yesterday. And I went &lt;i&gt;whoa! Chuck is the man. Somewhat. No, not really. &lt;u&gt;But he's good&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Nate's jjust.. I don't know. Clueless? Confused? I mean, Chuck's right. Or he's not. Whatever! I simply am contradicting myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm crossing Rubicon&lt;/b&gt;, as well. (that rubicon thingie is a river Caesar had to cross with much dilemma, absorbed such info during Soc.Sud. I was actually awake and listening). No, it's more like a cruise across Rubicon. It's going to take an awful lot of while. And why? Well here's one thing. &lt;i&gt;He&lt;/i&gt; causes all these dilemma. Why is he like that? I don't know. I can't figure him out. One minute he's really nice and sweet and those butterflies, then the next, he's cold and bitter. Nevermind him. I've got better news to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;News number 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday. October 8, 2007. The night before, I pigged out!! Paprica's fish fillet's just delightful and mouth watering. I should not have pigged out because I'm going to be Desdemona in front of people, people other than my classmates at 3-Silver, the next day. Desdemona's not supposed to be a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Monday came and some of the food was digested. So Desdemona's not really half as the pig I thought she would be. Gaw and I have not prepared much. But we did well. After our performance, my head ached, but I did not show. I was shaking when I was performing. I think it added to some good effects. I looked like a scared Desdemona. Why shouldn't I? I mean, Desdemona's about to die. My Othello did well, too. Even if he forgot a line, which lead to me not saying one of the most important lines, as well. The part when he say &lt;i&gt;Think on thy sins&lt;/i&gt;. And I'd say &lt;u&gt;They are the lovest I bear to you!!&lt;/u&gt;. Then he'd go &lt;i&gt;And for that, thou art to die&lt;/i&gt;. So I'd be all &lt;b&gt;That death's unnatural that kills for loving. Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip? Some bloody passion that shakes your very frame. These are the portents, but I hope, I hope they won't point at me&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel like saying those lines. Hahaha!! I really do!! If you know what I mean. Hah. Oh, he did not watch. So kitid is his isip (konyoness. haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Silver's very supportive!! They were willing to carry our heavy chemLab tables so that I'd have something to lay on. Then they wrote words of encouragement on the whiteboard, which served as a banner of some sort. Then Gold brought hair curlers, the one which uses electricuty. Hehe. Then all of us who performed had our hairs curled. Except Gaw. Gold and Jonah did great. Eugenie and Frailyn, too. All I can say is.. Go Silver!! Tee hee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we won!! Gaw and I!! Uno for this output. Yeaaahhh.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;News number 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister (ang magulang ko, indi si Jasmine) is going homw tomorrow!! I miss her bad. It's good to have here here, in this place that's getting more and more quiet. We have got to have some noise!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are probably going to be a lot different, though. No phone calls during eight or nine. And I bet we won't be fetching her at the mall and see her with a guy (e.g. nong pus). It's going to be the girls night and day out for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless.. Unless the Turkish guy I see on her Multiply and Friendster tags along and something had eventually developed between them, then maybe things we be just a bit different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I miss herr!! I just can't wait to dish dome things to her. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the Intel contestants had their defens yesterday and the day before that. It was tyring to stand up. It went fine. I was asked about my involvement, which is not so much. I just edited some parts and contributed to chapter 2. But I fully understand their study, except for the statistics part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that same day (when nang Elysha, nong Nonito and I had our defens), we played pingpong for Mapeh. I was the umpire. Haha. It was funny. Mikka caught the ball insead of hitting it back. It was such a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I was on my way out to go home, Ma'am Nietes (English teacher) stopped me and she wanted me to audition for declamation. I did not have any piece. I monologued my lines in the Death Scene of out Othello performance. I had my back facing them because I don't want to ass the auditions. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaayyy, I don't have much to type now. I'm going to be doing my projects and homeworks and more projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Tim McGraw and Nelly's Over and Over Again. Cause it's all in my head. I think about it over and over again. Blablabla.. And it feels so bad. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, life is still grabd. Really!! :D ( &lt;--- not a p-lastic smile)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-983633125512977484?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/983633125512977484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=983633125512977484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/983633125512977484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/983633125512977484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/10/buhlaah.html' title='Buhlaah'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-7204817842522912752</id><published>2007-10-03T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.393-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooooll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleeeh'/><title type='text'>Dot.dot.dot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Todayy.. I thought I'd be wrecked the moment I start cramming for the things I should have done last night. But it was not that bad. Besides, I did not have any intermediate pad paper last night and Solas borrowed my book. Anyway, Filipino. I had to talk about my love story. It was so short. Or something. All I know is that I was not able to tell the nice parts because I'm speaking in Filipino. I'm get lost so easily in those words. And I told me tale without feelings, or expressions that may have helped them feel how much I .. umm. Have fallen? Whatever na lang. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, Ma'am Ve switched periods with Ma'am MAPEH. That's something good despite me and Jonah have almost thought of the roporting as unlucky because we weren't able to prepare. I did not have any visual aids (except there's the handouts) so I had the chalk-talk, or whiteboardpen-talk. It went fine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;During lunch I almost slept. My legs are aching and it's aching so bad. I had a 20-minute sweating out at Body Works Monday. I guess this is sort of my muscle's delayed reaction to my lack of (or none at all) warm up. Aus ah. May delayed reaction man gli ang amu ni? Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;English!! Erdie had us laughing once again. Yesterday we LOLed at Lasagno (pronounced as Lasanyo, derived from the delightful Lasagna, which I totally am craving now. Why do I have to mention that? I'm getting pig-er). He added a new character to Merchant of Venice. Or he might have replaced Bassanio with Lasagno. Hahaha. Erdie, he's such a laugh. And today, it was just a little error that made us laugh. I don't know. If it was somebody else who read sir as sin, we would not have laughed that much. It's in Erdie. I hope he makes us laugh again tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been loving Gossip Girl. I don't know. I just love it. It happens to feed my fantasies. Hahaha!! It would be awesome to be a part of the elites. Or be the gossip girl? Anyway, I saw Wild Brunch. It was wild, I guess, because Dan pushed Chuck and that made some glasses shatter. Or not. But it was wild, sort of. Serena and Dan look good together. I hate Chuck and Blair. Jenny's really naive. Nate's some hotness but I'm more into the men with Dan's physique.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But even if they're great characters, I don't want to be like them in any way. Honest. I could not stand being in the high life and exposed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right now, I just want to see the third episode.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, I went home late. Had something to do for Saturday's activity. I'm going to be mc. help me, God. Since he went home late and I went home late, he walked me to my fetch. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaha. Okay, that's all for tonight. I'm posting because there's nothing for me to do and there's nothing in here with me that I can study for tomorrow's tests. I forgot to bring them with me. Faye, Arlan, Milton and I were spooked when we saw the beddings in chemLab. Who ever arranged them that way gets a Huh-uh from me. Haha. Roy!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that does it. Life is Grand!! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Exaunt]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-7204817842522912752?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/7204817842522912752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=7204817842522912752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/7204817842522912752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/7204817842522912752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/10/dotdotdot.html' title='Dot.dot.dot.'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-7650164841290822325</id><published>2007-10-02T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.434-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><title type='text'>lol a.. GG</title><content type='html'>I swear, I could hate myself for letting things bother me like cow. Cow. I don't know where that came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what gave me the urge to post. Or what made me give in to the urge to post. I'm confused. But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I also swear I could hate myself for spending so much time doing nothing sensible. Or something not really that sensible. Just some guilty pleasures. Ugh. But I can't help it. I saw part one of the first episode of it then I just knew - I just knew the moment I saw Serena walk into the terminal (or what was it?) and heard the gossip girl talking. I knew that I'll fall completely in love with it. Gosspi Girl, I mean (it's at youtube. Bea said so. And I saw it). Oh, and I love the place too. NYC. It's beautiful. And the wardrobes. I envy them - for having such nice bodies; men who are not fashionably challenged; and even if they've got someone stalking them and dishing every naughty detail about them, they are still pretty much accepted in the society despite the way they behave like the way people who behave that way won't be accepted much in the society where I'm at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo hoo to where I live. But I love this place. And I accept the fact that I live here. I actually am very grateful to be here. Don't want to be some other place. It's beautiful here, with the umm.. Basta. It's beautiful here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's beautiful even at night, when all I see is the computer and nothing more but the interior of the house. It's beautiful even if we've got this homework in VE that I haven't started because I was indulging in the guilty pleasure. I'm so guilty. I'll be guilty some more. I guess. I hope not. But most likely. Oh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Blahblah. That's all I'm going to post. Haha. Wait! He called me. To say good night. Hahaha! I hope he calls me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is part of life's grandness, you know. The guilty pleasures. So I say: Life Is Grand!! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-7650164841290822325?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/7650164841290822325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=7650164841290822325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/7650164841290822325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/7650164841290822325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/10/lol-gg.html' title='lol a.. GG'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-8052679097920307507</id><published>2007-09-30T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.459-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aphrodisiacal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tremendous'/><title type='text'>rainbow after a rain</title><content type='html'>It rained the first two days of the week but the rainbow showed and it kept on showing until this very hour. I utterly love it! Lalala ..la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I edited that last post, striked it. I guess I was just in that sort of tipsy dramatic mode - only my liquor's chocolate. It should not be that harmful, so it's okay to keep on eating chocolates. I was just drowned by my misperception and doubts about him. But I have to understand him, i clearly have to because he's such a fragile person, very sensitive - in fact, I think he's more senstitive than I am, considering I am a girl and he's not. Obviously. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's very sensitive and with that, goes his being a total hot-tempred person - which he boldly (or whatever) admits. You see, I was walking, calling Metanoians at the BL's for a meeting. I was with Gold. i felt his presence as I was walking but I was being a bit manhid. I did not see him at all. I did not see him stay quiet and still, smiling at me. Gold saw him. But I did not. And we really crossed each other. When I was seated in front of Ma'am Portillo, listing the agenda, I received a message from him. I felt his sunggod vibes. Because I apparently was snobbish to him and it was only the first day of the week. That started the tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so bad the whole afternoon I had to post that post I made (with strikes now), letting my fears out that he might be womanizing and hoping as well that may posting would be an instrument to calmness. I can't rememnber if that was the day I turned my cellphone off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that exactly was the day. I wanted it turned off. I was mad at him, I didn't want to do anything that concerned him - so I shut it off, the only thing that can fix the situation. But I turned it on. I don't know. Even if I was mad, I had to turn it on. There were messages from him. But I didn't reply. I turned my cp off again. I was still mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I turned it on again. I just can't help it. Hehe. Although I sort of still liked the fact that I'm badly bothering him and that he seems hopeless because there's nothing he can do when my cp's off. I wanted to prolong that. I managed, I guess. Okay, I did not quite so. When i turned it on, he was flooding me with his sorries and admitting that he's wronged and that it was just a tiny thing, too petty to be mad at. I'm one who's quick to forgive, I bet he knows that, but he kept saying story. Until he rang. I mean call rang, not message alert rang. I didn't mind it. Daw missed call man lang moh. But he kept on ringing. So I answered it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called. To say sorry for the nth time. Twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His voice sounded funny. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here's another one. Mikka's birthday! 26th of September. It was Wednesday. I did not expect him to come along. Well, he did. We were at McDonald's. My great friends had to pull this little joke one me. Sort of. They left no seat for me in the tabel where they were seated because they knew he was coming. So when he arrives, we seated at another table. And he and I orderd something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back, I went went furious, knowing that my friends were leaving. Leaving me with him. I felt betrayed. Hehe, exagg. But really, you should've been wearing my shoes. You'd know how uncomfortable I felt with the fact that they were leaving us alone together (only with that fact. I'm comfortable in his presence. hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ate my dinner and he ate that desert with a lot of ice he kept on chopping with the plastic spoon. I was funny. The ice won't melt. He was seated so near I can hardly move my arms to feed myself. That was funny, too. I looked like an epileptic. We talked about a lot. And the petty fight was settled. And oh, we were displaying some affection which is something I was also uncomfortable about. But again, I'm comfortable with him. Hehe. If only my friends weren't spying. Yes, they did come around after some time. Mikka, Aki, Russel and Roy. Janessa left with Mellie and Pat. Soon JJ, my brother, came in with his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! I remember one of our conversations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ako: What if madula na ko bi bwas noh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(he snapped at me with that certain gesture)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siya: Indi ka mag.mu na&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ako: Te angel mko kung mu gid man na eh (jokingly)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siya: Te, bayaan mo ko?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I didn't know what to say. Then out of nowhere-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ako: Dal-on ta ka eh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;----hahaha! Then we both started to laugh. I still think it's funny. ----&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siya: Abi ko normal ka. Adik ka man gali..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got home. Hahaha!! It was late. He'd be riding for an hour. He arrived at 9 just as I was finished talking to Gaw on the phone. He wanted his jacket back but Jov said he's never going to have it back . Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a lot more to tell. But I have to start studying for MAPEH. Jammy's having a long test again. My scores have been low. I need a break. Oh, and too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, it was Mikka's birthday celebration yesterday. At Esca's. It's such a wonderful place. And the foods fascinating. What's even more fascinating is that I totally left with my tummy blown like it's balloon. And we saw that movie by Kim and Gerald. I have to say I'm impressed. Kim finally knows how to act well. Hehe. And there were a lot of kilig moments. Especially the part when they were inside the some bamboos arranged in a heart. It was sweet. And they had an on screen kiss. I had chills down my spine. Hahaha. But they really look good together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun this week. And last saturday when I looked like a lost person strolling around SM. I didn't have any batteries in my cellphone. I rode a taxi home and the 'rents got mad at me for doing so. Oh, and Jabi Friday!! I was hoping I'd see the dog that made me laugh the last time i was there, targeting 8 pacs. The dogie was not there though. But the object of out LOLs is the bagul. Of Ingrid. She started it. Hehe. With the bagul, I'm targeting 10 pacs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider the abs-targeting a joke. It's never going to happen. I'm such a bore. I eat a lot and I don't have time to exercise. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ummm.. I'm leaving you with that. Oh, wait. He's just the sweetest. He was so worried last Saturday he texted Jasmine. Not that it helped since Jasmine's a total rat and I could hate her for that and a million more. She did not reply. She only did when I arrived. And we saw Mans on Rush TV. She's so thin. I wonder how she got that bod. Anyway, back to his sweetness.. He's been putting exclamation marks on his 143's. hahaha. Now that's a novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go. Seriously. Byebye now.&lt;br /&gt;Life is grand!! Hahaha. I miss typing that. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-8052679097920307507?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/8052679097920307507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=8052679097920307507' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/8052679097920307507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/8052679097920307507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/09/rainbow-after-rain.html' title='rainbow after a rain'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-7548773171534224187</id><published>2007-09-25T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.423-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unbearable'/><title type='text'>_____!</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;I suddenly feel so sad. It's awful - that the person who can make you the happiest is the person who can make you frown like world's weight of sorrow is over you. How, ugh.. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when he said he'd never bring about watery eyes, but he did. That he was sure but he's uncertain now. That maybe what my sister said is true. That ones a womanizer, always a womanizer. That maybe I'm not the only one he ever wants to be with, that he gets sick of me and wants somebody else. If so, I'll just let it be. I mean, I've said it before.. I'm too young to be fighting for love - if that's what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How nice of him to say that I'll never end up like my sister, that he'll never let that hapen.He said he's not going to let go and that he's going to save what we've got. I say - Oh. Come. On.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he's going to do some thinking on the weekend. Whatever it is. As much as I don't want to care, i care and I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In moments like this, I would want to turn back time and go back to that day when he asked me. And do the opposite. Maybe I don't have much to worry today if i sadi no. But it happened and I guess it was meant to happen? And i guess that's sad. But I don't want to regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he wants to stop it, let him slap - okay, tell - it to my face. He does not have to go around circles. I figure it out. I'm a girl. Girls have that certain radar that tells whatever it is on men's (womanizing) minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i might regret posting this someday - or I might not. But whatever. I just feel so bad n' down right now.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai. I'll switch this i-don't-feel-like-sleeping vibes. Math longtest tomorrow. Study. Study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRR ah!! grr. hai. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-7548773171534224187?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/7548773171534224187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=7548773171534224187' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/7548773171534224187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/7548773171534224187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='_____!'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-6720880145837848280</id><published>2007-09-25T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lalala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-6720880145837848280?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/6720880145837848280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=6720880145837848280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/6720880145837848280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/6720880145837848280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/09/lalala.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-8488810022598809248</id><published>2007-09-19T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.507-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aphrodisiacal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleeeh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tremendous'/><title type='text'>Hhalavet!! Part 2</title><content type='html'>Woopeedoo. No class. Again! I'm totally loving this like the way i'm loving him. hahaha!! The rain kept on pouring and it kept on taking me at an utter blissful state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke early. Umm, actually, I just thought it was early because it was so dark and it felt like 4. When I woke, my fingers felt like they had cement on them. They seemed to be imobilized by the coldness during my sleep. It was really cold. December must've came early? Or could this be one of the effects of global warming's harshness? If so, why am I loving it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually am beginning to hate it. But I love it more than I could hate it. I mean, today's like sunday - like a weekend. Who could not love going to school for two days and end up just going to school for two days because the rain's flooded it? yep, two days. Hahaha. There's that certain vibe that tells me tomorrow I'd still be staying home sitting in this rotating chair because water level at school had not dropped an inch as the waters just keep on pouring. I hope. I dearly hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was able to move my fingers. Haha. I went straight up here and turned the computer on. I figured why the built-in alarm system in me woke my senses. I had to burn songs for our English presentation (the one with Gaw and I). I was not able to do so yesterday because the whole day my buttie was stuck in this rotating chair and my right hand never left the mouse doing this new skin. So I searched for songs that can fit a scene where a man kills the woman he loves because the woman apparently gave the prescious hanky he gave her to a guy named Cassio. It was hard, men!! I thought it would be easy. Or maybe I juts didn't know how to do the searching. Or.. whatever. It was so time consuming and it made me panick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept on checking the time as I don't want to be blamed fot a late mark on Jasmine's report card. I started the search at around 5:43. At around 6:24, I had to turn the techie off and had to bathe - in total rushing. So I went down to my room and fixed my costume and started heading to shower. When I got down from shower I read from my phone that we don't have classes. Haha. They confirmed. Russel told me that Henry's mother called the school and they said that it was still flooding and there were no classes. Aika told me that Jing&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; told that that Nang Arvel said there are no classes. And others were like only exclaiming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went up and told the rents I'm staying home. So relieved to know I won't be carrying pillows for the bed scene. Bed-scene-where-Othello-stiffles-Desdemona-and-nothing-more, your yellow-plus-blue minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tired my buttie off again, looking for a decent website where I can upload songs other than in imeem. I found one after 2 hours. Hahaha. I have to activate every 30 days or my files will go poof somewhere and i'll never find them again and/or I'll have to create a new account on that site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've been texting with Gil and Roy and &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;. Roy and I were talking about the rain and how he hears the sound of the bay that is a kilometer away from where he is and about bathing in the rain and about deep thoughts and decisions on love. Yes, deep thoughts and decisions on love. I feel Roy's in love! But that's something I don't have the power to blab about since I don't know who the girl is and I just simply don't know what the real deal is about it. Gil's with about his dramatic life that's got antagonists in it, 3 actually. If I were in his shoes, I'd be a quarter crazy to be still friends with them. But I'm not Gil, and he's totally got a different view about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with him? I've been replying to his tricky statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siya&lt;/em&gt;: Wala ka na bala ga mwah sa akon&lt;br /&gt;Ako: Kay hambal mo sang san.o indi na lang ko mag.mwah kay indi man tuod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siya&lt;/em&gt;: Gani. Kay tuod na ang ihatag mo sa akon (nga kiss)&lt;br /&gt;Ako: Ambot lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siya&lt;/em&gt;: Te kung kisan ta ka, malikaw ka?&lt;br /&gt;Ako: Ambot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siya&lt;/em&gt;:Feeling ko bala malikaw ka gid&lt;br /&gt;Ako:Mabal.an ta lang na. Pero laban&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; gid (nga malikaw ako). Big deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siya&lt;/em&gt;: Indi&lt;br /&gt;Ako: Te man gali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siya&lt;/em&gt;: Pano bi kung big deal?&lt;br /&gt;Ako: Ngaa man bi magbig deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siya&lt;/em&gt;: Ambot&lt;br /&gt;Ako: May reason gid na ya. Tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siya&lt;/em&gt;: Kay gusto ta ka makiss&lt;br /&gt;(in my mind: wtf??)&lt;br /&gt;Ako: Ayte, okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siya&lt;/em&gt;: Te big deal na lang para may kiss ko eh&lt;br /&gt;Ako: Daya ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; l&lt;br /&gt;V ..there pa o. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siya&lt;/em&gt;: Paano bi kung indi kita magdayunay sa ulihi?&lt;br /&gt;Ako: Wala gali pulos ang tanan subong kung mu man lang na eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siya&lt;/em&gt;: Question lang ni ha, kag indi man ni matabo kay indi ko man ni pag.ubrahon. Paano bi kung bayan ta ka?&lt;br /&gt;(in my mind: do I have to answer that? it's not going to happen anyway)&lt;br /&gt;Ako: Kung happy ka gid sa mu na, lakat ka eh kag indi ta ka pag i.stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siya&lt;/em&gt;: Daw pihu ba. Indi gid man na matabo ah&lt;br /&gt;Ako: Mayo eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siya&lt;/em&gt;: Basi kaw pa bala ang mabaya sa akon aw. Pati ah. Matabo pa to liwat?&lt;br /&gt;Ako: Indi na to matabo liwat a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siya&lt;/em&gt;: How sure are you?&lt;br /&gt;Ako: Umm, 98% (hehe, daw sure gid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siya&lt;/em&gt;: May 2 pa galing. Dako pa na&lt;br /&gt;Ako: Indi, gamay lang na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siya&lt;/em&gt;: Umm, gani man. Indi ta man ka pagbuy.an&lt;br /&gt;Ako: Indi man ko magbuya sa imo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siya&lt;/em&gt;: Daman mo lang kung magbuya ka ha. Indi gid (magbuya) ha?&lt;br /&gt;Ako: Yep, indi gid. Daman mo man kung magbuya ka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siya&lt;/em&gt;: Ngee, indi man ko ya magbuya ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! That's all, just an exerpt. I love him, I love him a million more each day despite the way he starts our micro fights about kisses and his being a completely jealous person. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I'm still in some state of floating in the clouds. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our computer's funny. I had to have it reformatted because the disk C sucked a lot. The previous one, I mean. This new one's doing fine. So it's Vista. Daw namanul ko ah. We have the new Microsoft Words on and I seemed to have gone to some treassure hunting in it because I can't find the buttons for the Save As or the Print ot simply the File button and other important buttons. But I found them. The file button's the one at the upper left. That round think with the logo of microsoft (or windows? hehe). Such a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the fonts here look smaller now. Sa settings siguro. Or maybe it's just my eye defect. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Jasmine went home at around 12. Turns out it has been daclared that there'll be no classes in Iloilo City. The declaration was done at around 7:30. Mrs. and/or Mr. Garcia must've woke late. Haha. Some of my sister's classmates were stranded. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the rain's never going to stop. Halavet! Haha. This is part2. Will there be a part 3? Stay tuned to find out. I badly hope so. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loove this day!! Right now, the wind's so strong it feels like it can wreck our house! Why am I loving it? Oh well, I'm only going to hate it when it takes people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(uy, know what? Nag-brownout. I just love blogger for the auto save!! hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mann, that's all. I really think this is fun. Is it just me or are the computer fonts really getting small? Hala! Basi may virus! Hehe. Oh come on.. bgo lang reformat pu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaahh!! This is the end of me post. Enjoy the rain! :D Byie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-8488810022598809248?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/8488810022598809248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=8488810022598809248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/8488810022598809248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/8488810022598809248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/09/hhalavet-part-2.html' title='Hhalavet!! 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Hahaha. We slept at around the same tome last night. He was doing his homework and I was memorizing the lines I's speak during the moment of the object of his jealousy. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we didn't have classes today because our school was flooded. A foot high, according to my friends. Hahaha. I love school - when it floods! And now, I supah dupah love the rain!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since there was no class, i tired my buttie off sitting in this rotating chair and and made myself a new layie. So yep, this is what you get, errr.. what I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first ever skin I made for my blog!! Hurraaahh!! This day's happening (me making my first ever blog skin) came unexpectedly. I was actually planning on doing it this weekend but I took the opportunity of today's time (fuhree time, zat iz). I browsed through bloggies of other people and I envied them, so I made one. Hahaha. Okay, that was half true. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I make one like this for my project in computer last year? This just looks better. Hahaha. I'm loving it. And I'm keeping it for looong!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that it's finally done, I'm going to turn the computer off (the computer that has been powering for 10 or 11 hours now. Hihi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ima eat! And memorize my lines some more (tomorrow's the big day for me and my lord). And look for my costume. And try to sleep early (if he doesn't text).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buhhbye now. ;)&lt;br /&gt;weee! life is grand. rain, keep on falling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-7156356962121100872?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/7156356962121100872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=7156356962121100872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/7156356962121100872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/7156356962121100872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/09/hhalavet.html' title='HHALAVET!!'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-4916824415477997194</id><published>2007-09-15T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.188-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><title type='text'>i don't wanna miss a thing</title><content type='html'>Oh, this day. This lovely day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early this morning, as I was doing nothing much sensible on the internet, the global warming issue crossed my mind again. So i went to Youtube and saw some videos about it - which made me cry, actually. Really. I was all in tears and I was shaking like someone had died. I saw this video on children speaking about global warming and one of them cried. But that did not make me cry. What made me cry is the other video i saw where a woman weeps over man lying on the floor who was (i think) a victim of the effects (bad, bad, bad effects) of global warming. I'm beginning to think people might actually die because of heat stroke. People I know might die because of it. I might die because of heat stroke. Just thinking about the heat gives me goosebumps now. and I'm not juts exaggerating. There are a lot of videos that really made sense. Actually, all the videos about there, especially the ones for SOS or LiveEarth, made a whole lotta sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking about our project for this year (ang sa Phlogiston). It's going to be related to stopping global warming. I don't know.. Like change the light bulbs at the classrooms to CFL's? I think it's pointless, though, as classes are held in the morning and not during sundown when the lights are needed, unless it's for the EOC. I don't heck of a know yet. But i would someday. Pretty soon. I totally want to have this movement to stop global warming. You know, to make a diffrence. To answer the call. Because it's such a serious matter. I'm hating the heat and I'm hating what it's doing to the earth. I'm hating what people are doing to cause much heat or those gases that make holes in the ozone layer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The planet earth did not betray us, we were the ones who caused all this. We are supposed to be stewards of the earth. I guess I'm counting myself as one of those who contributed to her illness. So all of us are going to suffer unless a lot of us start to move. I think that's sad. But it's nice to know that there are reallt others who are moving and they've touched me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Oh! Haha. Nana posted about the global warming! I love her. People should be aware, you know. I hope they'll take it seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. This lovely day's about to end. But I'ma rant about it before it eventually ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaw and Aki and Russel went here. We were supposed to practice for our English role play. I'm with Gaw and we're going to act out Othello's Act 5, Scene 2. That's when Othello (Gaw, vcourse) killed Desdemona (me. Haha. It would be funny to have it the other way 'round). I wouldn't be doing much movements, though. Just some shakes and grasping the beddings and looking frightened. Plus my lines are short. His are long. Oh, theres going to be stage kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt; about that. I was all "Umm ..Jov, maski ano matabo, indi ka gid magselos ha. Kay wala ka man selosan". I had to state his name, he might think I had it wrong sent since it was not a reply to his text message. So he went "Ano tabo aw?" I had to tell him and I guess he was bitter about that because I felt the tension. I had to explain to him that Gaw would not kiss me, that he'd only kiss his thumb. And that, really, there's nothing to be jealous of. But I felt he was sort of jelly. Okay, not only sort of, but he really was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I want to have that stage kiss part cut because if i cut it, then the scene would be modified and that's something we should not do. Plus, the lines of Othello before the kiss was quite significant. I just hope he'd understand. He told me he's not going to watch our play. So he's really jealous. I think he may have even thought of stopping his courting to me because of that. He can get so child-like. In the end, we settled this little problem (and such a relief it did not become big). I don't get it - why we always fight about a kiss. He said that a kiss is necessary to feel love. I totally oppose. I can feel his love even without a kiss. I don't at all get the point. Whatever, it was settled nman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, going back to today.. We really didn't practice much as Gaw's senses were glued to the monitor where Naruto is showing. I think it's starting to be an obsession, Gaw can't seem to stop going to Youtube for that. Evry chance he gets, he'd really see those anime people who speak Japanese. While he's on that anime craze, I was doing our homework in Trigo which almost got me to enrage because Sir's given long problems again. Why does he love doing that? he should stop expecting too much from us and understand that we've got other subjects and other matters in life to attend to - other than his functions and right triangles and ladders and plains (or plane, as he wrote it - which got me confused. i thought he was refferring to an airplane. But he meant the ground). But since I sort of (yes, sort of) finished it, I did not go so mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I had finished with the Trigo homework, I had to force Gawriil to practice. So we practiced. Actually, it was more like only realling the lines. He just sat there. He gets it na man kuno. So I just had it his way. Then after that, we headed downstairs and saw Blades of Glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a complete hilarity! And I guess the song Don't Want to Miss a Thing by Aerosmith, which played when the Fire and Ice (i forgot their names. hehe) did their first skating competition as a pair, got me into a last song syndrome to it. I'm really loving the song. Really, really, really loving it. And the lyrics!! They fit for the soundtrack of my life's aphrodisiacality. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Oh! Aki and Rus!! They are so sweet. They look so good together. I'm beginning to envy them as they can spend more time together and the guy always finds a way to be with the girl everyday. Every hour of the day! They've been together since yesterday. Well as for me, I only feel his presence on the mobile phone. We didn't even text today - which is okay because he has got to finish his abstract. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goshie! You know what? I think I'm getting fatter. I think. Hehe. I haven't been exercising. I have to start sweating. I have to find time. I'm becoming more lazy. And football's coming up. I hope my kicks would go forcefully. I've been sucking and it sucks, really sucks a zillion times. I used to have those good kicks in first year. I don't know what exactly happened. Maybe I'm not as healthy as I used to be? That maybe it!! I have to start being a fishitarian again!! And have more of those greens. And not having the meats anywhere near my mouth again. Goshie. I badly hope I can do that again. Maybe I can. I've done it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to be a fishitarian (it's eating no meat but fish, a term Ayna Robledo created) starting tomorrow. I swear!! Someone slap me if i eat meat (other than fish). Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all I'm going to blab. I ahve got to go. Afn. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-4916824415477997194?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/4916824415477997194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=4916824415477997194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/4916824415477997194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/4916824415477997194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-don-wanna-miss-thing.html' title='i don&amp;#39;t wanna miss a thing'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-2623392361126711775</id><published>2007-09-12T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.101-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aphrodisiacal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooooll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tremendous'/><title type='text'>yesterday's tales</title><content type='html'>It's raining! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a while ago I was feeling so inspired. Then suddenly, I think I'm not all that inspired. Ugh! all those schoolwork is still bugging me. I haven't started with any and I've only got four days. Hahaha. Okay, four day's abit long. But whatever. I don't feel generous teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, I went to school fot the bulletinboard.Before that, I met with 'An-tel and Faye at Atrium. Sa McDo. I was at the first floor but I went up to second because I thought they's be sitting there but I did not find them so I went down. I saw two girls sitting by the window on those stools but I figured it was not them because the other's wearing a hat those girls from France would wear. Who would've thought Faye came from France. Anyway, I guess the people at the counter were looking at me and expected me to by something as I looked so lost and did not know what to do, almost heading my way out of McDo. Hahaha. So to cover my at-lost state, I bought a Coke float and fench fries. Much to my relief, Antel called my name. So they were the two girls I saw earlier. Haha. Faye looked good with the hat. She was wearing a jumper. Antel and I were stressing that we want to wear jumpers too. I really do want them but all I can find at the mall are the skinny jeans type. I would never wear skinny jeans. I'm not even skinny to start with. Lol. I really didn't feel like eating that time. But the fudge on the float was all so chocolately and so irresistable. Okay, so after that, we headed to the school supplies are near the groceries. Then we headed to school after Aika called Antel and after we were confused whether we'd buy Mark and Bea some food. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school, my feet went suddenly dirty as it was raining - so I was walking almost like a duck. Hehe. We started the bulletin by drawing the earth. Since we're not all that artsy typa people in Phlogiston, we asked help from people who are artsy. Like Bea T, who drew the teary eyes of earth and Nang Sabby who made the letters for the sort-of-banner saying SAVE YOURSELF. Mark colored Bea's masterpiece. But It looked like monggo, the eyes. The brows looked like grass. It's so, you know, earthy. Haha. How sad. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time, Mark left as he is an usher (living the dream, huh? Let it burn! Let it burn, let it burrrnnn! Hahaha. My oh, my oh, my boooo. Lol ah) for the Regional Olympics. Bea J. left too. But before she did, she and I printed some stuff for the bulletin at the computer lab. She was making awat to Sir Gigi. In the end, a page costed only 3 pesos. Bea promised to give Sr. Gigi some Rgie's butterscotch. Wee. Hahaha!! Nice one, Bea!! Uy, indi paglimti. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only three of us were left working. Antel, Faye and I. It wasn't reallt that tiring. Really. I mean, it was. We were laughing to the conversations of our manangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate lunch late at Jabi. Then went back to school. Then worked some more. Then finally, we were done by 4 something, almost 5. Then laughed some more to the companies of our manongs. Nong Ron gid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issa was there, too. And she helped us out with the cleaning. We were deciding for Mark to do the tidying up - but when they arrived from sports complex, everything was clean. There was nothing left for him to do. Boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, the bulletinbrad looked okay. From a far, that is. Hahah. Really. It screamed "save yourself". And that means to save the earth. We have to do something about it now, about earth's sadness. Mother Nature's taking revenge to what we've been badly doing to her. If nothing works today, we are to be blamed tomorrow. We need to move now! We need to help save the environment before it is way too late. Some people say they'd help, but honestly, they just say it. Don't be like them.  &lt;-- Those were the words written on the bulletin board. Hehe. Word of Antel, Faye and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so after that, we went home. He and I went home together. You know. &lt;em&gt;He&lt;/em&gt;. I've always been comfortable with him, i guess. I mean, he's the only one who could hold my hand like that. Like, basta. Hehe. The funny thing is, his smell - gapabilin sa kamot ko. Hahaha! How strong could it get? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had to bring me to my home. It was another moment when his back is meters away facing me and he'd turn his head my way and wave goodbye. I think I'm loving him even more. Waha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he's got to have his abstact finished!! Nang Rachel, his seatmate spilled a thing or two about him. It's good that i know. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that's all. I've got loads of schoolwork to do. Afn. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-2623392361126711775?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/2623392361126711775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=2623392361126711775' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/2623392361126711775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/2623392361126711775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/09/yesterday-tales.html' title='yesterday&amp;#39;s tales'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-644745719721010601</id><published>2007-09-11T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.296-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooooll'/><title type='text'>Wala lang</title><content type='html'>It's the next 5 days (or four na lang?)!! It's not going to be that long, but at least we'll get some rest. Or that's just what I hope. If a soothing music is playing, it has got to stop! There's nothing so soothing about this long weekend. The teachers have once again taken advantage of it. Why are they so generous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to start doing my schoolwork early. I'm beginning to hate cramming, even if it can be fun. Like yesterday, we had a TV Broadcasting for Journ. It was all so much like cramming. I made something on the Movie Maker for us to show. We shot some scenes for some of our news last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one with Lcid wearing my father's barong and medal because he was Dr. Nationalni (a Filipino who had a Nobel Prize Award for discovering the creation of artificial lightning, an alumni of INHS-SSC, and this news is all but true. a made-up. hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another video about Adam Levine and Jean Jardeleza being together again. Haha. It was raining. Gold and Lcid were taping me. My umbrella was broken and I had to forget my sanity to scream ADAM! outside our home, in a quiet subdivision. I banged on the gate. And banged some more. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shooting was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got the videos from Lcid via e-mail and started to get them playing, the computer can't read it. We had to include those videos and not haviong them would be such a sad thing. So I panicked a bit. And then I asked ana if she can convert the file type for me. She was able to do so but on two videos only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I downloaded a converter. Take one was bad. Nothing showed. The exe file was lying. Take two, there was something. But when I kept clicking the convert button, it did not move and nothing happened. I downloaded another after uninstalling and deleting the ones that did not work. This time, it seemd so genuine and that it can cater to my file tuype converting needs of that moment. But boo-hoo. It said that the videos did not have a CODEC and cannot be read. So much for a versatile converter (as what is written on the description). So I had to uninstall and delete it as well. I kept searching for more and better ones. So I finally downloaded the converter that lifted my hopes! Haha. I was able to convert the videos. I love it! I was so thankful to God. I just really thought It will never happen that I'd download the right converter. Anyway, I finished the editing and I went to bed late - something I'm avoiding. I've been loving the early sleeping hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was only cramming part 1. Part two's at school. We had two laptops, so it wasn't much of a problem. One's Mikka's and the other's Aika's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess our performance was okay. Special thanks to 'An-tel and Simon for our prompter, Mikka and Aika for the laptop and Rhaizza for the cd player. And to an inspiration, whose name I need not mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana!! I miss you. Thank you for the convert thingy!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Filipino! Another cramming session that day. Daw joke lang gani. Kim was PGMA. She had to render Arroyo's actual SONA. It was six paged and it had to be translated to Filipino. While she was speaking, while on the long speech, a lot of us were making the scissors gesture with out fingers. It was so long , it was beginning to be boring. Hahaha! Then she finally saw our signal. She ended in a rush and it was funny. Haha. Then we had this short skit about the Ultra stampede incident. It was so ad lib. I really did want to cry that time. I had my left foot's big toe's skin bleeding. It was only little, but it's blood! And it was so red and it looked bad. I wanted to cry. I'd like to thank them, though (the toe and my blood and the chair that's caused it) because it made my acting better. Haha. I was a mother who's dauightter died on a incident. Aki's my daughter and it's her character's birthday. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waa! That's all for now. I'll be at school for the bulletinboard. Finally, a venue to let the world (okay, SSC lang) feel the earth's sadness. It's going to be all about global warming. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afn. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-644745719721010601?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/644745719721010601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=644745719721010601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/644745719721010601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/644745719721010601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/09/wala-lang.html' title='Wala lang'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-2044157900525049774</id><published>2007-09-08T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.063-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooooll'/><title type='text'>loving it</title><content type='html'>I'm riding the highs. I'm diggin the lows. So love digging it! Sometimes, lying low makes you feel so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my father more than ever. I now understand what he always tries to say about sleeping early, about not giving it all. About simply sitting back. So my being a thirs honors is really much of a relief. It's not that I'm going to just stick to that my whole life or something, I'm still aiming for the top. But I'm thinking, I'll give it sort of a rest. Just sort of. I mean, I have to really do my best. It's partly for him. He feels guilty about this. I don't blame him. No one should blame him. It's all on me. And man! Alam gid ya si Rowelle! Bea pa gid! Hehe. She seems so unbeatable. I hope he'd understand if all I can get is second or third again the next time. I'm not a very competetive person as I think if I become one, I'd lost it and I'd go crazy.Plus, I don't want to be the best all the time. The best-er I get, the more pressure is put into me. Well, yes, I'm going to have to deal with that pressure if that's how I have to live. I don't think that's how I completely have to live, though. Because that'll also make me crazy. I don't want to be cazy. If you know what type of crazy I mean. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now.. I'm going to do my best. This is for my future, for the future of the Philippines and for the future of the world. Hahaha! Seriously, though. Someday (someday in college, I hope), I'm going to have this campaign to save the environment. Alongside Al Gore? (Hehe. Asa) The heat's just such a bummer these days. It hardly even rains when it has to rain. This is worst than summer sunshine. When I look around me, nature seems to look sick and sad. You'd really see it you know. And when it rains, the drops are humongous! The splats made on the ground seem to have a diameter of 1 and 3/4 inch. Ugh. What Is Happening? We need to save the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait! Maybe I can start as early as now? Only i don't know how and I don't know if it'll work or if I'd have companies. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;As of now, I guess I'll just have to pray. To pray that people may finally see the light and stop ruining mother earth. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I've got my locks shorter now. Like last year, but with no fringes. It's finally short. So, yey! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all lang siguro. I don't have much to say. Au revoir for now.&lt;br /&gt;LIFE IS GRAND! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-2044157900525049774?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/2044157900525049774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=2044157900525049774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/2044157900525049774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/2044157900525049774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/09/loving-it.html' title='loving it'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-3814764089273513502</id><published>2007-09-03T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.156-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='___trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no rain day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooooll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tremendous'/><title type='text'>My hands are not aching - yet?</title><content type='html'>So I'm posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I went to a marathon. It feels like that. Had more than 400 meters of running. It was only 400 a while ago. But I think I went much more than that. Hahaha! It's like I can't walk. And I can't bend my kness. If I do, it'll hurt. Plus my head's aching. Sort of big time. I don't like this. I feel so weak. Yeah, still the cloth. But this time I can feel my muscles - aching muscles, that is. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had the Summit, right? It was nice. I sort of did not really want to spend my weekend doing activities because I needed some rest. But I still loved to go. My friends will be there and it would be fun having to look for someplace to take a bath. Hahaha. Mu gd na ya bla aw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I packed light. It was only two days, so there you have it. I had with me only my backpack with a towel, three shirts, one long shorts, a malong, a blanket, the undies, the things for the bath and some other little things that don't occupy much space. My sleeping bag'd so small, I almost didn't feel it. Haha. I had with me a pillow, too. The thought of sleeping on something hard (the floor) did not bother me at all as I think I've gotten used to sleeping that way (at school, when there's no class). But I guess that (sleeping) contributed to the aches of my body. Anyhow, I packed hastening. It was six lang naman eh, and we were to meet at 7 (am). Hahaha. I'm very much picky in my clothes, I have to wear something that fits my mood, so it took me some time to finish packing. I bathe and got dressed for only 15 minutes, ate for less than 5 and rushed to school only to find myself waiting for my best friend who arrived almost late. Hahaha. Well, we're Filipinos, you know. That's how it is.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I got an egg from tita (Mikka's mom) but I was not able to eat it. It got sort of squished in my bag, good thing it was hard boiled. When I saw it, I left it in the floor and it became the object of Jonah and Jing's laughter during the last day. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I really don't want to go story telling and dishing every details about the Summit. I'll just ley you know that I had so much fun during the cheerdance and we won because we were really great even if we sort of screwed a part that goes &lt;i&gt;from inhs here we are here we are, where the ssc here we are here we are, ephyscience club here we are here we are&lt;/i&gt;. I had to laugh. We all looked like we were so enjoying the cheer and it was pretty lively. Hahaha!! Our winning was not that much expected, though. But oooh ahh oh yeah!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had this logo making using the things that we have during that moment. I lost Aika's earing (only one of the two sa pair). Hehe. I think our logo was nice. I saw others, so yeah. Nice a. It was hot the whole time, though. That's what I hate about my weekend. I had squinching my eyes, like I was some old man. Heheh. After the logo making, we had the egg thingy but it felt like not part of the game, then the shoe thingy which was not that exciting but funny. Sydney, a special mention. Hahaha!! Refer to &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/cipher_femme"&gt;'An-tel's bloggie&lt;/a&gt;. Oh, we also had to solve the case of Jack Sbarro. We really thought the landlord did it but we're wrong as he killed himself. I didn't get the point. Then the Pladge Night. There was the traditional candled logo but my candle did not light. But I still had my candle there and it had the light before, only flame was blown. I blew it. The candle was getting shorter and I did not want to burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! We took a bath at Dave's!! I'm so feeling the cheer! It goes: &lt;b&gt;Girls, who rocks your world? Dave! Dave! Dave!!&lt;/b&gt;. he does rock our world! He, his mother actually, welcomed us (antel, mikka, issa, janessa, jing, niña and me) to their home and allowed us to use their bathrooms for the bath. Hahaha! We feel so fortunate. I saw the first part of HSM2 there. I still feel Vanessa's voice has not changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back, we had breakfast courtesy of Rhaizza's catering. We had nice meals. And desserts. Hehe. Oh! Oh! Janessa's got an admirer from the room before us. He's actually more of a stalker. If I'm Jan, I'd be pissed. But how lucky am I to be not her. Hehehe. Pati, Jan, a. Pero seriously. Diba? Anyway, after the breakfast and a bit of snoozing, there was the Plenary. I attended the meeting with the teachers and Reagional Council officers (where nang nitz was elected vice internal). The teachers were arguing, wanting to have activities too. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to say. Ay, after that Aki, Mikka, Jan an i headed to the mall and had lunch at KFC. Then we went home and he and I texted after I woke at six and then I slept again at 8. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige, that's all lang gid ya. My whole body aches now. I've been sleepy the whole day. I hope I did well in math. Soc.stud's predictable. My score, I mean. 24/45. Hah. I'm so tired. I need rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye now. I know life is grand (what with him around and all? ;D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-3814764089273513502?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/3814764089273513502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=3814764089273513502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/3814764089273513502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/3814764089273513502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-hands-are-not-aching-yet.html' title='My hands are not aching - yet?'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-5722913979263754364</id><published>2007-08-31T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.233-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aphrodisiacal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooooll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tremendous'/><title type='text'>these three days</title><content type='html'>We did not have classes today. Except Physics. Ma'am's such an oppurtunity seeker. But she's being one for a reason. I can't wait for days without physics. Hehe. No classes due to the Filipno language celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept! Haha! Another part of the day that I loved. Here's another part. Actually there are two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One was when I was standing, my head streched as I'm vertically challenged and people who are taller than me are even standing on their toes, too. So it was a lot harder for me to see the drama on stage. Doubted any hopes of me seeing people performing on stage, I stepped back and just heard the audio. Which was fine. But the standing is so not. My legs kinda hurt until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while I was standing, I saw him looking at me. He caught my attention in that sort of childish manner. It's like his head was bouncing on some wall. Hahaha. And he's held a hankie. I think he, too, like me can't stand a day without a cloth. In his case, it's something he kept on bitting when he was doing nothing. A hankie for me is like a protection, and something to hold. I always have to have something to hold or have something my hands to play with. Paper would do well, but a hankie is always best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway (again), he asked me from a distance if he should go there, next to me. It was like he's on mute. And i uttered without sound the word 'pagusto ka lang', which i think he did not very well understand. Whatever. Haha. So he started to walk and it was towards me. And then there he was right beside me telling me in an investigating tone that I did not sleep at 7 last night. Hahahaha! We did not say a lot. There are times in situations like these that I want to tell him random things, but I just can't get the words to process in my mind. Yet, I don't have to blurt them out to make things better. His presence, the one that's right next to me, is enough to make things better than just better. This one seemed like a glimpse. After some time, the program had ended and it's lunch. He asked me earlier if we could go have lunch out of school together, but i told him i was too lazy to be leaving the school and it was hot as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another is with him, too. I just love it when he walks me to my fetch. I think my mother saw us. And I guess she's felt our vibes. She did not react in any way after I've gotten inside the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaa! Love this day! And yesterday, too. And the day before yesterday. That's when he gave me a rosary. He said that our relationship should be centered on God. So I was like, whoa! Sir Mosura's words of wisdom. Hahaha. But true. And I'm happy that he's sort of applying it. Hahaha. Yesterday, he walked me to the car, too. I heard an i love you, but I had not reply as i was way too near the car and if I had to reply, I want to look him directly in his eyes and say the words slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I love this week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's going to be the PSYSC National Summit. I haven't packed yet. I'll do it later. Yey, Abner's going to be there! I'll be home Sunday. And I'm predicting I'll be drowsing during the lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Bbn. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-5722913979263754364?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/5722913979263754364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=5722913979263754364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/5722913979263754364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/5722913979263754364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/08/these-three-days.html' title='these three days'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-2105972956760429083</id><published>2007-08-30T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.067-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooooll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tremendous'/><title type='text'>blown with the dusts</title><content type='html'>I feel like a cloth. That type that was once so, you know, nice and soft and comfy. But since it's that nice and all, it gets to be used a lot. Awfully a lot of times. And since it's so over used, it can get overly laundried. With that, it gets softer, not nicer though. It's a sad, poor thing. The cloth, I mean. Especially because it's lighter now and it can be blown by the wind anytime. It's helpless with the wind. Like an epileptic cloth. Or something like that. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I feel. I was so bombarded with school work and the cramming that seems to naturally go along with it. It's a hard job being a student. Sometimes I get to wonder if we are busier than our parents. I think it's harder being a student than finally having to work for your own living. You see, the student stage in our life will help us be who we are in the future. Like a training. And we really have to learn to do our best and work hard because it's a training nga eh. If we don't do well, like walang ka-effort-effort, our training would be useless and what's even grave is that we won't be equipped with enough and the right skills we need to survive as an independent adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus there's the pressure. Which makes it a lot harder. The pressure that pushes us to do our best because what we are now can still matter in the future, which sucks actually. But that is true. People tend to look back. Maybe we just have to put up with the pressure. After all, pressure is what made diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've got no choice than to train myself and deal with the pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so exhausted. Slept soo late last night, errrr, morning. I had to finish my research proposal's first draft and I did!!! My father was not around so I was able to stay up that late. If he was here, I'm positive I would not have finished it. Since my sleeping time was scarce, I continued it at school. I went lying on the floor. And it was nice and cold. The floor, i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day would have been great. But I just felt like a cloth! And physics!! We had three periods of it today. I snoozed. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cloth is so excited for bed. She has got to go now.&lt;br /&gt;Byebye. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh! Oh! we talked today! and he gave me a rosary. and his picture. hahaha!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-2105972956760429083?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/2105972956760429083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=2105972956760429083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/2105972956760429083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/2105972956760429083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/08/blown-with-dusts.html' title='blown with the dusts'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-4078947792642114318</id><published>2007-08-24T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.177-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aphrodisiacal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooooll'/><title type='text'>umm, uhh</title><content type='html'>HE'S TOTALLY CRAZY. Hahaha!! But I'm in love with him. I'm in love with the guy who started talking about his future. I'm in love with the guy who started talking about his future with me. And getting married? And having a family? And he's only sixteen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Would you call that crazy? Or someone who's simply in love and have planned with all his heart to spend the rest of his existence with someone who's broken his heart, but who now loves him back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think our young hearts are mature enough to feel real love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope so, really. Because as far as the way its beating is concerned, he's the one I want to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I've just said that, and I'm only 15. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, he's asked about the ring he gave me (on 2/14). I told him I lost it. I only realised I lost it when I arrived home from the camp (UPLB). I feel so bad because I didn't even look for it or had the chance to. I dreaded I'd lost it the moment he gave it to me. I tried to take the greatest care of it. And I did, though I still lost it. But after some time of me feeling that he's angry about it, he assured me that it's alright and I don't have to worry about the right. Sort of a relief. But I think he's still mad, even if he said he's not. Or maybe I should just believe he's not mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister read the bulletin I posted. Number 25. Yes, he met my father one time. Here, at home. My aunt, too. And the cook who's not working here anymore. He was not able to meet Arnold, if he did, I'm sure our gay dog would be even gayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's four days of no school. Yet there's school work. I hope i could finally rest, but the teachers took advantage of this little vacation and left us with much to do. I hate it. I think I've been strssing myself too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be fine, though, since I think I've got an inspiration - who's probably keeping his being mad a secret so I won't feel bad. Even if he can get so suplado sometimes, he forgives easily. I'm liking him even more. I hope he stops being mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, apart from posting, I'm also searching for Shakespeare's stories. We have to read 12 of his plays and make an analysis on four for Englih. I'm trying to find some related literature for Research, too, but the internet's a total distraction. Oh, and I'm also worrying that he's still mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we're going to see Paraiso. I don't know what time and where to meet. Haha. On Friday, it's going to be Romeo and Juliet for us. We're off of school at around 2 and i guess that's until 4 something. Life is just so grand when school days are lessen. And Summit!! Woohoo!! I can't wait to see me ka-leagues from Region 6!! And Abner, too! I know he's going to be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, i just can't get myself to start working again. That's all for now. I'm going to finish Ready or Not. Hahaha. I'm almost done with it. It's been sitting untouched for weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he's not mad anymore? I hope we can be like against all odds. Coming back to each other and it's a chance I've got to take. Hehe. Been loving that song!! Especially the vesrion of Westlife and Mariah, which is much better that the Postal Service one. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owki, So byebyenow. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-4078947792642114318?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/4078947792642114318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=4078947792642114318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/4078947792642114318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/4078947792642114318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/08/umm-uhh.html' title='umm, uhh'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-3237461440215071430</id><published>2007-08-18T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.131-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aphrodisiacal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooooll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tremendous'/><title type='text'>what the rain brings</title><content type='html'>I don't know how to describe my week. It was sort of smooth-sailing despite the bombardment of outputs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sort of off-putting as well because of what's been happening in school. We're so isolated at chem lab. It really is a social siberia there. Gaw's right. But that is a good thing. We don't feel we have much to do about the off-puttingness of this week. Or do we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this meeting one afternoon. I guess all the students there have gone through it. Dunno about the freshmen. Anyway, for out take, the rain helped a lot in the mood of it. I can feel the unwanted vibes. It was scary because they're going to start to be not-so-humane. They're going to cut the numbers if the students won't act like good ones. Ma'am Portillo's going to be loaded. It was the only time I knew she's been the one defending us-probably the only one who's humane. In the meeting, they say the words sanction, suspension and dismissal like they're easy to do. Like they can do it anytime and it won't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not aware that things have gotten worst. And I have to say that we do have that culture of silence in school. But I didn't think of it as something bad. It did not occur to me that it may be bad. You know, like culture of silence used to keep secrets and all. But some secrets are just not good. So maybe that's why this culture of ours is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm seeing school in another view. It's creepy. Really creepy. Friday was tough in that sort of sense. The school seemed so quiet and I can feel that the students were scared. Maybe it was just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the while I thought that Sir Cocjin finally not being around would make days in SSC like the sky where we students are the birds flying so free. It actually is a sky in a stormy weather now.  We have to know the right moves to survive, to get pass those lightnings. We have to be strong and withstand strong winds, going through the gloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, basta. We can do this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I'm going to make this post light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaahhh!! We talked! I mean, not talk as in serious talk. And we walked together. You know, those slow-pacing walks. Maybe that's how it is when you're walking with someone you've been missing having those walks with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Tuesday. Gold and I went out to have something for Physics enlarged at Gaisano. He and I were texting and he said that he'd wait for me at school. I kept on telling him to go home because I might arrive at school and my fetch would be there and all his waiting would be for nothing. After some time, he told me that his friends were leaving and he too would leave but he'll meet with me at gaisano. I told him that Gold and I were going back, so he really waited. hahaha. then there. He was there. I was sort of shy to him. We went to chem lab, but it was closed, so we went back outside. I said random things to him. Haha. He said random things as well. He's got fans from the Regular Class. Haha. They kept on calling his name while we walked. He did not for once turn to them to just even look at them. He said I might be mad. Hahaha! He insisted to wait with me since my fetch is no where in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, I miss those moments. Hahaha! You know what? I figured that I don't want to be with anybody else. It would be awkward if someday I'd hold hands with not-him, text until midnight with not-him, and say the three words with not-him. He's the only one who can make the butterflies in my tummy flip that certain way and fly towards my heart. I'm contented with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad I made him happy yesterday. It was very significant. Like things really happen for a reason. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I've never seen myself like this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me that yesterday, he was supposed to walk me to the car but I was already too far when he saw me. Haha. Oh! yesterday was funny (despite the creeps). And it was raining!! Anyhow, the iki dead spider made its way near me during chem when we were making our periodic table bacause of Henry (or was it somebody else?). I've got arachnophobia and I had tears when i ran to Mikka. She said she'd call him. That night, he mentioned that I should've made Mikka call him. Hahaha. No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Dave! Hahaha!! It was about Sydney. Man, his being a BAD BOY showed!! We've got this cheer. It goes: Girls, who rocks your world? Dave! Dave! Dave! Hahaha!! You see, he made that sound with his mouth, that sound when you're hungry. Hahaha!! He was hungry for Sydney, among all girls he mentioned when he and Ma'am Pañer were talking. Then he accidentally broke our new clock. I hope he buys us a grandfather's clock. We need to have our own alarm at the lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new seatplan! I love my new place. I'm sitting with Gold. In front of us are Novie, Mikka and Bea. At the back are Lcid and Russel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it keeps on raining!! My days have never been gloomy and blissful at the same time. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I see it, happiness overshadowed the off-putting feel this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE IS SO GRAND!!&lt;br /&gt;Bbn. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-3237461440215071430?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/3237461440215071430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=3237461440215071430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/3237461440215071430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/3237461440215071430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-rain-brings.html' title='what the rain brings'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-5763679549591865256</id><published>2007-08-12T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.239-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooooll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleeeh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tremendous'/><title type='text'>Yeahhhh</title><content type='html'>I'm posting! I'm posting! Wahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are done. Yes. But no, Jammie's projects are still hunting me. I haven't done any yet. I started with the powder (k daw powder gd man to! hehe), but it was like 1/20 of the whole work. I've been having a lot of hay hitting. I need a lot of sleep and all these sleeping doesn't even seem enough yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my head's been aching. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to Pavia yesterday for the First Aid Training. I met some people and I know how to do bandaging now! Hahaha. We learned that in MAPEH, but words from jammie that time didn't really register in my head. Oh, Maa'm Dyn! She was super! She can do different kinds of complicating carrying. She demonstrated one carry. She asked my to go on stage wit her. But I was too heavy ang she only realized that when my feet was off the ground. How deceiving am I? I'm telling you, I'm fat! Hahaha! No, healthy's the right term. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fine, the first aid and all. It would seem pretty awesome to save someon'es life. But you know what, the lecturer said that if you're afraid of blood you should not have come. Hahaha. That hit me. I am soo afraid of blood but if I don't have to for the sake of someone's life, I may not be so coward. Oh, and prayers can do a lot of help. 0:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day was great but some toooot from DepEd had to mention our school. It was in her closing remarks. She stareted with "dreams are...", and there! She mentioned about the accident at school last year. She was the only one who mentioned our school. The other speakers mentioned about the accident but they gave respect to our school. Didn't she think that what happened to nang Dai was enough for us to keep our heads down so low? I guess not. She had to mention our school - without not knowing what really caused the blue flame! IT WAS DUE TO THE PRESSURE INSIDE THE BOTTLE!!! Gggrrrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so mad? Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, because it was such a nice day and she ruined it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually, after that, things were fine. I went to the mall with Faye. Then we tagged along with Ana, Issa, Mark, John, Le, Jeff and Gaw. Then we went home. Then I fell in love. Hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the exams!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRIGO. I shaked!! That's because my hand was moving way past its normal velocity. My mind, too. Must have been some neurological distraction. hahaha. distraction is the term. Thank God my senses weren't much affected as the defect went gone after a while. Most especially when we went to Jabi! Hahaha! Since it was the last day and all. Pig-out! Foodtrip! Laughtrip! Rofl when Gaw did the "dog move", the graphing paper and Ana and Novie's classmate stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love 07-10-07! Despite the test in Research (nga I believe ang score ko didto indi gd mapuslan) and Trigo (of course..), it was totally a TGIF!! =) And I was inspired the whole 3 days! He's the only one who can do that. Dy Ana kag Mikka b moh. They kept playing Magbalik. Actually, it's been over-played in the room. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, mu lang na anay ah. I don't have much to spill anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-5763679549591865256?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/5763679549591865256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=5763679549591865256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/5763679549591865256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/5763679549591865256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/08/yeahhhh.html' title='Yeahhhh'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-3487501183301075298</id><published>2007-08-04T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.138-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning expression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleeeh'/><title type='text'>again</title><content type='html'>And again. And again. Hehe. I'm going to register for SK. As if I'll be nominated. Haha. And! As if I want to be a politician someday? C'mon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, ha! It's like I don't feel the exam spirit (or whatever). I'm still the stubborn me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm doing this post because I should write my last will and testament before the exam spirit possesses me. Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is a sign that I can turn the computer on during exam days, provided I won't have the internet connected. Which makes turning the computer on quite useless since the internet is basically the reason why I turn it on. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to discipline the stubborn me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So help me God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whhaaattt? Hahaha!! I'm just fooling around. I don't even know how last w&amp;t's go. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, though. I'm going to strictly follow certain disciplinary measures I established for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be my first take this year and I really have to do well. I've gotten rid of last year's hung over. Hahaha. So maybe I will try to push myself into doing better. I'll just &lt;b&gt;try&lt;/b&gt;. I don't want to be hard on myself. Hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mu lang na ah. Inspired man ako ah. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till Friday, adios!!&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, beautifully fluttering butterflies in my stomach and good health (hahaha!! no, really!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebyenow! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-3487501183301075298?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/3487501183301075298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=3487501183301075298' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/3487501183301075298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/3487501183301075298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/08/again.html' title='again'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-5055978060025141203</id><published>2007-08-04T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.199-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><title type='text'>so love the song!</title><content type='html'>Ka-catchy! Hahha!! I've been overplaying it. The video's cool, too. The title pala, it has nothing to do with my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually don't know what to post. But I just felt like typing some words since my blog's got a fresh make-up on. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally saw the Simpsons Movie! Yeaaahhh! It was a total hilarity! After it ended, Russel, Aki and I saw it again because Russel was not able to see the first part. I still can't stop laughing even if I knew what would happen next since it was a second take. I added the movie to my favorite movies bit in my profile. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, headed to the mall because I knew I would not be able to study (too lazy) and just lie around the house doing nothing sensible. With Aki.. After we came to school and saw that Nong Elmo was not around (he might have registered for the SK? Hahahahaha!! Joke). Russel came after a while. I saw fireworks! If you know what I mean. Yiiii.. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'd be silent about it. Hahaha! Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. mu lang na. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;bbn. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-5055978060025141203?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/5055978060025141203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=5055978060025141203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/5055978060025141203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/5055978060025141203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-love-song.html' title='so love the song!'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-2243812985156093616</id><published>2007-08-03T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.076-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aphrodisiacal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night pieces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tremendous'/><title type='text'>gud nyt</title><content type='html'>You'll know about the title. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaayy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The change in my template is quite obvious, I know. And the reason might also be obvious. Then again, it most likely is not. Unless I stated it. Which is what I'm going to do - the sentence before this sentence, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that, story telling about this week. Just short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday! Yesterday was a TGIT day. Hahaha. Gloria declared no classes. I love her! Surprisingly, this week was hustle-free. We did not have much quizzez. If we had, they were easy. I can't believe I'm starting to love reasoning. That can change, though.. once my scores don't, well, really sore high. Or whatever. Haha. We're all about Arthur in English. I'm fancying one of the knights of the round table. I forgot his name, though. Lancelot's kinda &lt;s&gt;nice&lt;/s&gt;, too. But I don't like him. I would if he had a good character. I imagine him to be hot. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this radio broadcasting in English. Bea's group rocked our socks. hahaha. Special mention ako sa ila report! Hahahaha!! Nicolo Phenomenon is yet to be proven. Basi tuod yah. You'll never know, right? Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was such a night. I heard Christian Bautista's &lt;i&gt;My heart has a mind of its own&lt;/i&gt; and Corinne Bailey Rae's &lt;i&gt;Just like a star&lt;/i&gt;. These songs remind me so much of &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;. These songs are part of my life's soundtrack in those chapters where he constantly appears. And mind you, I felt the way I felt back then. Like I went back in time. In the time when he and I are holding on to each other solidly despite the presence of barriers and those big stones that can break the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that if I could possibly like someone, things can change. But no. Maybe it's not bound to change (my feelings, I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut anay ang part nga sort of senti. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&gt; Friday today! Right? Mikka, Aki, Roy and Russel came. We practiced for Filipno. Actually, we just did the script. Hahaha!! And went lying aroung. And friendster. And Benjo, bord. Hahaha. And the yucky POSO. ewwwww to the highest level. And so kilig with A&amp;R. They even arrived here together. Awwww.. And ate "wasabi". And Roy being scandalous in camwhorage-ness. And great drops of rain. And I might be hurting someone. And that's why at the moment I've been having a mixture of emotions. These emotions were not clear before. I've mistakened feelings from feelings, if you know what I mean &lt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, going back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toady, YM with Ana. Now she knows the reason behind this layie. Some realization came to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted about &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did everything. He's proven his worth, which is so much. If I try to sum all the little things he did and all that he made me feel, what I'm going to get is more than the sum of some things big. Every song I hear still hits me with a mental image of the past, which reults to making me feel it all. I ended up downloading songs that I overplayed during those times. I kept coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How manhid was I that time? I can't even organize the thoughts on my head about the reasons why I made him stop. It clearly was not because there was a third-party. Not because my parents did not want him. Nor was it because I did not feel his love. I was actually filled with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was all due to my immature perspective in life: People apparently did not like to see us together, that does not need to matter. But I made it matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ngee. daw kanta ni akon. hehe. witness how songs hit me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hala. I'm lost. Anyway, I miss him. He says &lt;b&gt;gud nyt&lt;/b&gt; every night - which is something small and you know. He's got UPCAt tomorrow. I hope he passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been tiring himself with research (cguro tnan man sa ssc eh noh? highest level glng mga 4th year). Awww.. I remember the time we stayed up together (i mean not together together. basta, sa text. hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! My LSS! &lt;b&gt;Truth Is by Fantasia Barrido&lt;/b&gt;. The chorus, man! And &lt;u&gt;I'm taking back what I mentioned about dedicating the song A Day Late by Anberlin to him&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Oh! Chatted with Clau-Clau! I miss my ka-leagues. We shared about our love lives. Hahaha. I wish I know what's been going around my other ka-leagues' love lives. Or just their life in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Oh! Oh! I'm going back to school tomorrow. To get the homework in Physics which I totally forgot to photocopy for Silver. I have to go to school early on Monday since I've got such a responsibilty (teach my classmates the answers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Next week = exams. I need to keep in touch with Bo's. I'm going to be needing a lot of their frap. Dear, don't worry. I won't cause myself sugar rush. I'm going to be using all the sugar it can give and it might not even be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! (that's 4! haha) I'm sleepy now. So used to early bed time. So byebye. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-2243812985156093616?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/2243812985156093616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=2243812985156093616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/2243812985156093616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/2243812985156093616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/08/gud-nyt.html' title='gud nyt'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-1389299913225578079</id><published>2007-07-28T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:28.991-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aphrodisiacal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night pieces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tremendous'/><title type='text'>Awww..</title><content type='html'>Even though I'm quite uncomfortable typing an entry with my father lying around behind me, nothing's stopping me from making the keyboard noise and marking this special day in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sixteenth Birthday Rika!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up early because the sun went up early and I hated its rays first thing in the morning. After some time I've already changed and blablabla..&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to the mall to meet with Issa, Mikka, Bea, Rhaizza and Crislyne because we were too shy to to enter Bigby's with no one but our very own selves.&lt;br /&gt;We waited for Mikka roaming around and arguing what movie to watch. Bea and I were about the cartoons while the others were so on for the creeps. We're sadly out-numbered.&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to Bigby's. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Rika = blooming to the highest level! Someone special to her came. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Then we ate. Then I was so shocked to know that he went to the mall. And the purpose why he went to the mall shocked me the most. Now I'm shy than ever. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my "brother" came!! Grabe ha! I have to wear such high heals on prom!!I'm like somewhere around his shoulders lang! Tsk.. Oh, and I have to get used to his voice. It's changed a lot. He's changed a lot. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therese was there, too. Teddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the reminiscing of elem days. The band, the love teams (ahahahaha!!) and.. blah blah blah. Sadya lang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all those talking, we headed back to the mall. And saw the horrof flick. Sadly. But it turned out fine and I was impressed, on account that it was Filipino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home smiling but Jasmine was such a great sister so it broke. I hate her sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really did not have anything to do at home so I read the book (Ready or Not) and texted some people. You know. Hehe. &lt;u&gt;He&lt;/u&gt; and.. &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt;? Yes. &lt;i&gt;Him&lt;/i&gt; as well. It was quite a surprise. I mean, the way &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; makes me feel after all that's happened. How come? Why is it like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a &lt;b&gt;rope&lt;/b&gt; sort of sucks. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Oh! Yesterday!! Hahaha!! What a bliss to have my research title approved!! Now I don't have much to worry about!! My father and I had this heart to heart talk about cassava the night before. And it helped me a lot! I've actually got this good luck charm or whatever you call it. The wrapper of the strawberry chocolate Nong Pus gave us (it's amazing hot it survived more than two weeks at home, the chocolates I mean) that I ate that night. Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm reminiscing more about Perseus and the last school year happenings. I miss Abner. If he was around I know I'd do the right things. He's always guided me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had tears! What memories can do. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all. Byebyenow. =D&lt;br /&gt;Such Grand Life!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-1389299913225578079?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/1389299913225578079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=1389299913225578079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/1389299913225578079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/1389299913225578079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/07/awww.html' title='Awww..'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-6410587256683121810</id><published>2007-07-23T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.286-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><title type='text'>WIBUT</title><content type='html'>Ka-hideous sang title ah. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;hat &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;'ve &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;een &lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;p &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;o (what's happening or ano man da):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I think I have to start studying for Filipino (long test) and Chem but I can't get my self to have my brain's memory card working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There's the research work and I  have to worry because this week's the deadline and I have not even started with it yet, only the related literature. But the thing is, I'm not worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. After this week is the exam week. I should be mad by now but I'm not. And it feels good. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I think I want to start studying for the exams. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I can forecast, thought, that that's not going to happen. But I can let it happen. Diba, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. There are still loads of chocolates around the house. Such a miracle's happening. I mean, &lt;i&gt;loads of chocolates still&lt;/i&gt;. Now, where did my cravings vacate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ready or Not. That's where.. errr.. that's what? Hahaha. Francelle's book is now in my hands. The sequel (or something like that) to All American Girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm going to most likely spend most of my time reading that book. Or not. Well, it's almost the exams and it seems okay that I just read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Not. Of course I'm going to study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm still in this battle with my stubborness. It's a battle, not just a combat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I've been thinking of a lot of things like.. like things I don't really want the world to know. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Grrr! I don't know how to express myself. It was easy before. Hahaha. Like.. I find it hard to say that I'm not ready to fall again - yet. That the past was bitter and is bitter even if it was the sweetest before. Afraid that the same thing might happen, that in the future there's going be a bitter past once more and that's all because of me and just the way I am. I don't want to hurt anyone but I end up doing so. Sometimes I think that I should just not be loved because I'm just going to hurt. It still lingers, whatever happened before and even if it's bitter, why is it still there? There &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; is still and &lt;u&gt;he&lt;/u&gt;'s in sight, too.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. I've just expressed myself! Hahaha! Okay, next number..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I've been fancying writting those text letters. Oh, I bought a calligraphy pen for myself. I'm getting too shy to borrow his. Actually, I'm so shy now - to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Today was such a lovely, lovely day! We had homeroom during our chem time since Ma'am Pañer used the english time for the class. ChemLab'e clean now!! All effort were of Frailyn's and Eugenie's. When Ma'am Oling arrived for her class, we were still cleaning. So we did not have the test. Hahaha. Then we had the earthquake drill. We didn't really know what to do since we were OPed during Friday last week when the rest had the drill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Today was lovely as well because of umm.. uhhh... Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I want that guy who left that mark for Mikka!!! Not the CPU guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Kim, et al made a planet Silver map. Or was it just a continent? haha. Anyway, There was the Jean Ocean. In it is the pandaka pigmaea fish named Roy. Hahahaha!! I love them!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Some seminarists (that's what I call them) are going to sleep here tomorrow. Here in the study room. So maybe I won't go anywhere near the computer. Too shy. How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. More sad because I won't be able to cram on research tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Most sad because I won't be enjoying the comforts of the bedroom since it sort of is under construction. The beds are under newspapers and some of the foam are up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Despite all these.. Life is still grand!! I know it will continue to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Statement I have to stand on to for this week: Everything will be okay in the end and if it's not okay, then it's not the end.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What-I've-been-up-too ends in 22 (yuck, grhyme! hahaha!). So that's all. Numbers one and two are like watching me. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go na ko. Bybyenow. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-6410587256683121810?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/6410587256683121810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=6410587256683121810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/6410587256683121810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/6410587256683121810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/07/wibut.html' title='WIBUT'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-6419414859372139435</id><published>2007-07-20T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.290-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><title type='text'>C</title><content type='html'>KunAbi wala ko na tapos ang title. Haha. Ano man da ang C ah. Hahaha. I don't really have any title in mind. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday!! Friday!! The most beautiful day of the week. =D Even if it would be off putting, there's still that positive vibe knowing that it's the last &lt;i&gt;antus&lt;/i&gt; day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are the gists:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Feeding Program at Nabitasan!!&lt;/b&gt; With the kidies! Hahaha. I don't think I was that small when I was their age. Oh, before I went to school, I downloaded some songs (Makulay ang Buhay, blablabla) for our intermission and was really planning to burn them for the program. But there were no blank CD's. All the while I thought they're just lying around the house. But zero. I sort of went balistic. How sad, I was so suplada to Jasmine. Hehe. I thought she'd give me some help. Pero wala eh. If this situation would have been Joyce-Jean, Mans as I and I as Jas, I would have really helped my sister. Grrr. Anyway, wala na to ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to school with chocolates. Sakto lang siya for 30 people si Silver na lang. They saw it naman eh. And there was no escaping. Plus even though Ana had stopped the bet -&gt;Yey!!&lt;- ..I swore that I'm utterly going to control my chocolate intake to avoid a dreadful sugar rush. Then I helped with the sandwich. Then we went to Nabitasan. Then we waited for a bit and I was doing the brain twister (so hooked to it! Si Faye kag Arlan daw gatournament gid ya gani! Hahaha!). Then we started with the program. Then there was the prayer and the lecture and the games and the kids were really participating. Then the feeding began. Then we went back to school and did not attend the last subject (Aika and I got away from the long test in Trigonomentry!! Bwahaha!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then lunch. Then SocStud. The drill and reporting. Then no English class. Then Chemistry when  &lt;i&gt;wala ubrahon si aki&lt;/i&gt; (lol). Then Physics, we had the dart whatever and it was hilarious! I hit the 30!! Hahaha!! Then I saw the pictures during the Peer Faci Training.. Faye's biggest break!! The slide!! Hahahaha!! I could not stop laughing when I saw the shot. A lot of us had our mouths opened so wide!! Loooolll!!! Then I went to SM and bought an outfit for wala lang. Then I back home and had dinner. Then up here typing2. Then.. mu lang na. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rika!! Her birthday's on the 28th!! She's going to celebrate!! I guess the parents are not invited. Hahaha. Joke. She said it's going to be only us. So yey! Reunion!! I love Rika!! Sweet sixteen and lovelier than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday! Saturday! Tomorrow's going to be all about projects (or that's just what I hope. hahaha). I love those cramming moments but I regret them, too. So, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay! Hahaha!! I almost forgot!! Nanay's back!! Hahaha!! I love her!! Mother knows what's best! Lol!! And what's best, you may ask? Eh, what pa nga ba? CHOCOLATES!!! Flipflops!!! More chocolates!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite are the mint chocolate cookies. The life!! When I first had my senses indulged in them, it was like.. Aaaaah!! Heaven!! If only they could reproduce asexually so that we may never run out of them!! Aaaahh!! Actually, okay na kung mu lang to gindala ni Nanay. Pero mas okay pa gid nga damo! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nong Pus!! I want to thank him! He bought sweets for us, too!! Ginpadala niya lang through nanay and mans. Aaaahh!! Another one of thos type of.. basta. Choco-stawberry or whatever you call that. You know, and sa Meiji na bala. And there are a lot!! Pink and Brown! Hahaha!! Tani mdayunay na lang sila ni mans. Hihi.. Then the stawberry jam and.. Aaah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate!! Chocolate!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should note, though, that I can eat them only at night as sort of a disciplinary action. Haha. I should keep my promise. Noh, Ana, noh? 0=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, eating not much would mean they'd last a long time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the C.. Chocolates? There could be other meaning to it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so grand!! Everything I &lt;b&gt;see&lt;/b&gt;, feel and &lt;s&gt;hear&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;u&gt;taste&lt;/u&gt; pa gid eh xempre! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaay, that's all. Bbn. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-6419414859372139435?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/6419414859372139435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=6419414859372139435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/6419414859372139435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/6419414859372139435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/07/c.html' title='C'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-6370741918756158962</id><published>2007-07-17T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.277-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aphrodisiacal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning expression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tremendous'/><title type='text'>RED</title><content type='html'>It's 4 in the morning! Hahaha! I woke at aroung 2 something - it was almost 3. Mau lang! Had this sort of alarm clock in me. Was not able to finish studying chem last night.&lt;br /&gt;Done na ko ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My horoscope yesterday says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Things are well on their way toward gaining real momentum in one of your newest relationships -- because this is a mature partnership built on mutual respect and a shared sense of how to treat another person. Get ready for some new allegiances to be made, all of which will be challenging but rewarding. This is a person you can truly rely on -- a person you should rely on. You are starting to align yourself with the people who deserve you. Let people from your past stay in your past. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Implication:&lt;br /&gt;Wait, reaction na lang..&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Real momentum, huh? New relationships? What? Oh! And "let people from your past stay in your past"? Hahaha! I'm starting to think that horoscopes are somewhat true. Somewhat. But I don't thoroughly believe in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read his post sa multiply. He viewed my site which means he's probably read whatever it is there about &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;u&gt;he&lt;/u&gt;. I'm not sure if he's figured it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te, gets niyo na noh? Or indi pa? hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Oh! We had the training, right? I cherish it!! I had one whole heart! Hahaha! At least I had one! (from Nang Audrey)&lt;br /&gt;We meditated a lot. There were times when I thought I'd fly. Literally. Maybe the energy and the forces of the spirits were about to lift me. If they did, it would have been awesome! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Everything that day was so 13. Room 13. My roommates were Nang Candy (from dagyaw) and Elizabeth (from SPA). Nang Candy's a bit solomn, Beth's so hyper. Sa tunga lang ko ah. haha. Anyway, in English they ended the speech at person 13. Umm.. basta. 13. hahaha. My favorite part of the training was lunch and the walking barefooted (when I saw the red tiles, I remembered &lt;u&gt;him&lt;/u&gt;. And &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;. Tsktsk) The punishment! Okay man to xa ah. Nfeel ko gid ang rain. Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday! Monday!! &lt;u&gt;He&lt;/u&gt; gave me a chocolate!! Okay, indi lang ako. Si Mikka man. Pero yey! Ana and I are on a bet. If she sees me eating chocolate for more than thrice a week, she's not going to talk to me for 5 hours. She knew about the sugar rush incident which was sort of in a critical stage. Exagg lang. Hihi. So it was quite a surprise because he knew about the bet but Ana permitted him to give me chocolate!! That means I've still got the twice part of the thrice. That's just when Ana is around. Hahaha! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with just that. It's almost five and I still have not printed the English homewrok and have to review for Math and Physics.&lt;br /&gt;So vyevyenow. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-6370741918756158962?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/6370741918756158962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=6370741918756158962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/6370741918756158962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/6370741918756158962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/07/red.html' title='RED'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-1389940975521092131</id><published>2007-07-11T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:28.993-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aphrodisiacal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tremendous'/><title type='text'>oh come on!</title><content type='html'>Aaaahh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happenings and Insight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HP&lt;/b&gt; -&gt; storyline was okay but the film itself was kind of disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;He&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; -&gt; aaarrg! whatever. I'm finally dedicating the song A Day Late by Anberlin to him. Another disappointing part of the day. Read the lyrics. Exactly what I want to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;He&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; -&gt; i don't know what to say. He's nice. Haha. Still Don't Say Goodbye by Juana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tag-of-war rope&lt;/b&gt; -&gt; NOT!! And I'm so relieved!! Again, ADL lyrics says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sugar rush&lt;/b&gt; -&gt; caused by the most comforting tastebud magnet in the whole universe, coffee (yep! Bo's!!) and chocolates (a lot of 'em! The mallows and Cadburry). I think I'm beginning to be diabetic. I also had some Yema and Pepsi. Oh sugar, sugar. They're always there to lessen the bitterness of my emotion's burden. Maybe I was overdosed this day as my whole body shaked and I felt like fainting and having some of those water droplets peaking from the eye. The horror! (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Mall&lt;/b&gt; -&gt; without cars on the parking lot looks so photographic. Hahaha!! I love the jogging around it this day. With Aika. Sa Ace Hardware!! Hahaha!! Oh, when I stepped inside the mall, Bo's was looking at me looking at it. I was not able to resist. So there, Sugar Rush Part 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paging London!&lt;/b&gt; -&gt; we weren't able to find him (find's the term ha!!). Gold, you'll see him. Soon. Very, very soon. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Metanoia!!&lt;/b&gt; -&gt; intensive training's on Friday!! Can't wait!! Cueshe!! Hahaha!! Pano na na?? Pahuyahuya! Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The weather&lt;/b&gt; -&gt; Oh how lovely!! It was cloudy and completely windy the whole day!! I guess nature's singing with my mood! And now, it's raining!! It's not just a drizzle!! I love this day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What else?&lt;/b&gt; -&gt; that's all. For now. I'm going to sleep early!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LSS of the day&lt;/b&gt; -&gt; Last Request by Paolo Nutini. Hot siya in fairness!! Hahaha!! Daw si.. Never mind. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grant my last request and just let me hold you. Lay down beside me. Sure I can accept that we're going no where, but for one last time let's go ther. Lay down beside me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very catchy and gapang-igo gd ah! Hahaha!! Whatever. &lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;Him&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;!! Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!! Quote of the day c/o Eugenie Senupe: Love is the slowest form of suicide.&lt;br /&gt;Do you agree? Hai!! Ngaa masuicide ka gd bi? Kung mu man lang na gali matabo sa ulihi. La pulos ah (I mean kung masmoke ka bala) Haiii. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Life is still grand.&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Bbn. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-1389940975521092131?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/1389940975521092131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=1389940975521092131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/1389940975521092131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/1389940975521092131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-come-on.html' title='oh come on!'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-7220607068803059937</id><published>2007-07-07T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.398-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aphrodisiacal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooooll'/><title type='text'>Voila!!</title><content type='html'>What a week (last week, I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great in the sense that it was cloudy and rainy during the last episodes of my life that week, but the 1st ones were so annoyingly sunny bright. My head ached and I wore my geeky look (which was so fine, by the way. I wondered how many people wondered about me wearing glasses with big lenses. hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today's Saturday and I'm going to talk about this very flabbergasting day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I'd like to applaud myself for finishing the output in Physics and doing the assignment in Trigonometry today - such occurence I did not expect to come about until the afternoon of tomorrow. So yey!! Clap clap!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still got the Book Analysis and have to finish reading The Little Prince. Or maybe I have to start reading all over again. I've forgotten about the story. Hahaha. Then there's the homework in math which I can absolutely finish before the night ends. Then if tomorrow would destine me to, I could start with the output in chemistry! Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, am I inspired? I've actually been puzzled myself. The answer I got is yes. Duh.. It's like raining outside lang nman eh. Hahhaha. Ooohhhh.. I love this day!!! This whole day sitting in front of technology!! From the computer, to the television, to my cellphone, to the raio. The life!! Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what? I've been having more butterflies in mu tummy today. Especially this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!! That was Saturday. The posting of this entry was supposed to be on Saturday but then the whole house went dark and the computer went dead and I was shrieking due to the fact that I was alone up here, in this dark room and the rain was pouring in so heavily. Brownout. Ano pa bi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Blogger's got auto-draft (clap clap!!), this post is still alive. Whew. I love blogger!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, medyo bitin ang last part before the brownout occured. So here's somewhat the continuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was all about the flying creatures in my tummy. I can't quite sort what's really causing all this. One's because of the rain but that does not satisfy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, straight to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaahhh!!! Hambal ko na gid moh! The way his messages tried to catch my attention. Sigh. But I did not put any meaning to it. I was thinking that maybe he was doing that because he was simply asking for some help, or something else. He told me that his messages were send-to-many. Then he stated &lt;b&gt;something&lt;/b&gt;. I took it as a joke, even until now (I guess).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah!! Have you heard of the song "Don't Say Goodbye"? By Juana? Well, that's seems to be the soundtrack in the upcoming pages of my existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel for &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;. I don't want to fall for &lt;u&gt;him&lt;/u&gt;. Am I confusing you? Okay, they're two different persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Uy, infairness.. nami quotes niya. Gapang-igo. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;u&gt;he&lt;/u&gt;'s taller than &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;. Hahaha. Aaaahh!! I hope there won't come a day when I'd be in a situation a rope on the tag-of-war game can relate to, when I have to choose someone. Tani indi lang!! That sort of drama is quite heavy for me to carry. Sounds good in the movies and on other people's true to life stories, but I don't want that to happen to me in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least not now. Pwede pa in the future. Hahah. Joke lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaahh!! Period. That's all I can say about the butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today.. Monday. Flag cem. Crammed. A lot. English presenation was a disaster. Soc.Stud test - probably low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow.. idk. Hahaha. I haven't started with the trigonometry homework. I've jotted down numbers for the hope of solving the problem set in Physics but I've just realised there won't be any Physics tomorrow. I've already got one Filipino scientist for Chem. I've cast LOA on Oceania but I feel it won't take effect until tomorrow (note to self: borrow Aika's atlas). Uhhhh.. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey!! We're watching HP on Wednesday!! Yey! Yey! Bo's, here I come! It's been an awful long time since I've had my tastebuds on your frap. I miss it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. Wala na. That's all there is. Next time nman ah. Byebyenow. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-7220607068803059937?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/7220607068803059937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=7220607068803059937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/7220607068803059937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/7220607068803059937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/07/voila.html' title='Voila!!'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-3755960129783418633</id><published>2007-07-04T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.146-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aphrodisiacal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unbearable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tremendous'/><title type='text'>fine. i'd be hidden</title><content type='html'>This is another short post. I'll make it short, I've got some loads of work to do (exag ah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been raining!! Yey on that!&lt;br /&gt;Kanina at school when I was roaming around with Gold and Aki, I sensed the smell of wet grass. It reminded me of football. It made me grief on the fact that there will no longer be a Mini Olympics and that when there would be a Palarong Pangnayon, I might not join and that if ever I would, I'd dread not winning since there won't be enough practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not brightsides on that. Wala thrill eh. Tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's fine. I'd amaze myself at times. I hope this smooth sailing goes on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been adoring my early sleeping hours. And the waking up too early. I've also been having lots of butterflies in my tummy and it's quite a phenomena. I don't want to think that &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt;'s caused it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, last week we communicated. But it stopped, which is fine. Totally. I made him stop smoking. He made it clear that he only lit the cigarette because he went with a friend who had a problem. Hmm. Ambot, daw okay nga daw indi. Tani gnUntatan nya na lang friend nya. Pero he said he's no longer going to smoke and I trust him. We even fought a little and hai.. drama ah. Hahaha. He'd never change, i mean when it comes to him being childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so even if I deny it, he could be the reason for those butterflies. Damn ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uy! Know what? Mikka read my horoscope. It said that the person who &lt;i&gt;makes&lt;/i&gt; me kilig will degrade its status in my kiligness to &lt;u&gt;made&lt;/u&gt; me kilig. We're going to be away from each other and basta, apart. It also said that I have to stop my urge to text him. I've done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what does that imply? I'd not raise my brow if i believe in horoscopes, but since I semi-believe in horoscope, I'd semi-believe it. Hehe. Senseless. Basta, daw gapati ko ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't trust my destiny to horoscope. Okay na to ang betting on it, it's more thrilling and risk-taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I knew something that had me sinking. I bet on that as well, whether it was true or not, with Gold. I know I'll win. To me, it's truth is obvious. Which, I admit, is sad. Since I see it as true, I'll move and have someone (else). Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos I've witnessed something that made me wonder so much. Why'd he have to cover his face when I sat there? Maybe he no longer wants to see me. Since that's how I see it, and nothing can change that unless some miracles happen and even if my friends say that he's just shy, I'm going to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm, actually, I don't know how to do that. I mean, I've got a lot of responsibilities, like to my stomach's gurguring and the MAPEH book, which require me to go out. Things like that can never be sacrificed for the hate of love (so I do hate love? hahaha!) but I swear.. I'm going to go out a lot lesser than before. And this strictness will start tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd be happy not to see me. So fine, hide and no seeking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insanely dramatic? Hahahaha.. Pardon me. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this, I'm going to leave you with the lyrics of A Day Late by Anberlin. I'm afraid that someday I might dedicate this song to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;marquee direction="up"&gt;so let me get this straight&lt;br /&gt;you say now you loved me all along&lt;br /&gt;what made you hesitate&lt;br /&gt;to tell me with words what you really feel&lt;br /&gt;i can see it in your eyes you mean all of what you say&lt;br /&gt;i remember so long ago, see i felt that same way&lt;br /&gt;now we both have separate lives and lovers (and lovers)&lt;br /&gt;insignificantly enough we both have significant others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only time will tell&lt;br /&gt;time will turn and tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are who we were when&lt;br /&gt;could've been lovers but at least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're still my day late friend&lt;br /&gt;we are who&lt;br /&gt;we are who we were when&lt;br /&gt;who knew what we know now&lt;br /&gt;could've been more but at least you're still my day late friend&lt;br /&gt;we are who&lt;br /&gt;we are who we were when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thoughts they change and times they rearrange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know who you are anymore&lt;br /&gt;loves come and go and this i know i'm not who you recall anymore&lt;br /&gt;but i must confess you're so much more then i remember&lt;br /&gt;can't help but entertain these thoughts&lt;br /&gt;thoughts of us together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are who we were when&lt;br /&gt;could've been lovers but at least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're still my day late friend&lt;br /&gt;we are who&lt;br /&gt;we are who we were when&lt;br /&gt;who knew what we know nowcould've been more but at least you're still my day late friend&lt;br /&gt;we are who&lt;br /&gt;we are who we were when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day late friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let me get this straight&lt;br /&gt;all these years and you were nowhere to be found&lt;br /&gt;and now you want me for your own&lt;br /&gt;but you're a day late and my love, she's still renowned&lt;br /&gt;we are who we were when&lt;br /&gt;could've been lovers but at least you're still my day late friend&lt;br /&gt;we are who&lt;br /&gt;we are who we were when&lt;br /&gt;who knew what we know now&lt;br /&gt;could've been more but at least you're still my day late friend&lt;br /&gt;we are who&lt;br /&gt;we are who we were when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaay, that's all for now. I've got SocStud, Research and Physics on the list. So byebye now! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-3755960129783418633?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/3755960129783418633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=3755960129783418633' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/3755960129783418633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/3755960129783418633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/07/fine-i-be-hidden.html' title='fine. i&amp;#39;d be hidden'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-4240352126839645954</id><published>2007-06-27T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.180-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><title type='text'>A Day Late (i can't think of any title. hehe)</title><content type='html'>I'm currently listening to &lt;u&gt;A Day Late by Anberlin&lt;/u&gt;. Ahai, kanami sang song. "&lt;i&gt;We could've been lovers but at least you're my daily friend&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he's not my daily friend. blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've just thought of posting. I don't have much to tell, really. This might be very random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been loving my T and B notebook. Hahaha.. I've drawn Mikka and Peter, but it now has a broken heart. Then there was a blind item there, but I'm not telling it here because they're not ready to let the public now yet, to let the public know of their courtship realationship. I also scribbled Lcid and Eugenie's little story and the sorta big deal type of dilemma on Lcid's leaving for the US. I read Eug's messages to him and his messages to Eug, they do have chemistry I should say. Oh, of course.. Gold and AJ look-alike who's from London. That was my latest drawing, apart from the cloud-like one with reminders of our homeworks this days on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And today, I learned from Russel that he still smokes. That's not good. I thought he's stopped already. But I can't really tell him to stop smoking, I want to. But I think it's not appropriate since it's his life and he knows the consequences of smoking and maybe as of now he thinks that I no longer care, which by the way is the opposite. I still do care of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishes and prayers na lang that he's finally going to stop that vice. I hope that can be powerful enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! (another "oh", huh? hehe) I've also been listening to Enrique! I visualise his hotness. I almost forgot that he's as hot as Pitt (Bea!!). But of course, I'm a Levine and Franco Loyalist. Though that won't stop me from adoring other hotties. Hahaha!! Enrique's song Somebody Me only reminds me of him. Like those songs are from his own point of view, written and sung by someone inspired by his story. That's same as true with A Day Late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!! I've just discovered that my shorts' got a whole on it! Hahaha!! I've been wearing it the whole day. I'm never going to wear it again, even if it's already sewn. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all for today. Bbn. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-4240352126839645954?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/4240352126839645954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=4240352126839645954' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/4240352126839645954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/4240352126839645954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-late-i-can-think-of-any-title-hehe.html' title='A Day Late (i can&amp;#39;t think of any title. hehe)'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-3939654655585936248</id><published>2007-06-26T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.169-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><title type='text'>Maybe. Tani. Miss.</title><content type='html'>This is going to be brief. That's because I want to have some precious sleep and I'm really enjoying it because it enables me to wake up round 5 in the morning without hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still somehow can't get the hang of it. Of what happened during the 22nd. On what happened that i bet on destiny with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was fantastic. Great weather (of course it rained!! and it was cloudy the whole day, i guess). I was pretty much inspired because of my friends' love stories and the waeher (and my very own story? hahaha!! pati ah). Oh! Oh! English was fun!! Anna Belly!! Haha!! Abraham Lincoln Wah!! Hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I got my cousine to overcome her fear of the escalator at the mall today even if it was just some 70% of the overcoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i kept writting on my Thoughts and Blabla&lt;sup&gt;3x&lt;/sup&gt; notebook. I love that notebook so much!! It's like my personal journal in schoool, only my friends would be allowed to see it. Most of it there are drawings anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that I don't want to talk about my feelings on my own love (awkward ah) life (and I used the word life pa!), there's just no way I can get away with expressing myself. Pero this will actually be very short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, indi na lang ah. Huya ko. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or sige na lang gani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or no, never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine! I still like him. Period. If anyone reads this, please.. no telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Gold doesn't find this site. She really wans to read my coded writtings in the T and B notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncoded:&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm still attached to him.&lt;br /&gt;Tani makahulat gid man siya.&lt;br /&gt;Miss ko man siya eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blabidibla. Exerp lang. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. Okay that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-3939654655585936248?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/3939654655585936248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=3939654655585936248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/3939654655585936248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/3939654655585936248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/06/maybe-tani-miss.html' title='Maybe. Tani. Miss.'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-3553324114446290985</id><published>2007-06-22T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.142-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aphrodisiacal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night pieces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooooll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tremendous'/><title type='text'>acquainted to a heavenly feeling</title><content type='html'>Hahaha!! I've been having way too many tyographical errors here. Hahaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since my last post, there had been loads of significant happenings I want to enumerate.&lt;br /&gt;Let's do this in an inverted pyramid way. Hahaha. Okaaay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SILVER&lt;/b&gt;!!! Aaaah!! I utterly don't utterly know how it had utterly happened last night!! Utterly!! I mean, &lt;i&gt;AAAAAHHH&lt;/i&gt;!! Once again, I can't get the hang of something that's happened!! Okay, this is not really how the inverted pyramid goes.. so never mind that. Randiom!! Random!! Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is.. We, III-Silver, won &lt;u&gt;SECOND place&lt;/u&gt; on the Dance Clash last night at the SSC Acquaintance Party 2007!! Aaaaah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reaction to that particular incident last night when the winners were being called:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma'am Uling&lt;/strong&gt;: 3rd place goes to contestant number ______ (ika-ano gni ngperform ang Amethyst ah? Hehe)!!&lt;br /&gt;-The crowd went wild-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me to Aika&lt;/strong&gt;: Ah.. Wala na ni ta chansa.&lt;br /&gt;Aika: Oo. Gani, gani.&lt;br /&gt;-I was expecting Sapphire to be 2nd since the boys in front were so energetic (ehem. the one who did the headstand..) and considering that Nong Ron&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;'s in the group and that Ma'am Diamansil's one of the judges (haha!)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma'am Uling&lt;/strong&gt;: 2nd place! Contestant number 6!&lt;br /&gt;-It took me a few seconds to realize that &lt;u&gt;we were the 6th contestant&lt;/u&gt;. While the other juniors, particularly Silver, were ranting and in good rage (haha, okaaay).. I was in total &lt;i&gt;flabbergation&lt;/i&gt; (is there such a word? hahaha). I was just sitting there, trying to put my thoughts together. I was like "Ha? Kita? Kita gid man?" and then I went jumping and hugging my friends!! Aaaaah!! I had a squeaky shout (pa-os ako)! And Haaaii. I don't clearly know what happened next.&lt;br /&gt;Basta.. Heaven!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma'am Uling&lt;/strong&gt;: 1st place!!&lt;br /&gt;-That's all I heard after. The Diamond cheered and made an energetic commotion. There was no doubt they'd win. Their dance was unbeatably awesome.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe ha. That was so unexpected. The greatest feeling to that is the fact Erdie and Dave danced!! At the start, we were doubtful about them. Especially Erdie. He told me he doesn't have the heart for dancing. Pero he continued to practice and even if he got us mad all the time for being late or not present during rehearsals, he somehow made us proud. Dave!! Baw grabe!! Isa pgid na!! It felt so fullfilling! When you teach him and he finally gets the steps and the rhythm.. Aaaah!! Feels great to know that you have somehow let out a person's potential or saw or showed him what he can do the best he can. And it was enough, really, that they danced and we had this great cooperation and trust and we believed in each other. We didn't have to win. But we did! And that's even better!! Plus points sa research! Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay!! Grabe pgid!! When we practice!! &lt;strong&gt;Una, sa house ko: it was fun&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Then the night before the party: even greater!!&lt;/u&gt; Hamakin mo!! Aika's mother had asked their driver to buy food for us! It was free!! We had this feasting during that night!! We were cramming then because we weren't done with the formation and the polishing and the other essentials in finishing a dance. Tpos there!! &lt;i&gt;4 big bottles of coke&lt;/i&gt;!! &lt;u&gt;One big plastic of my favorite pandesal&lt;/u&gt; (the one bought from Iloilo Supermart, I think) and butter!! May part 2 pa na ha!! So the amount was times two!! Aaaah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanami sang Silver ah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, we eventually finished the whole dance (the formation and some polishing). Oh.. what coke, pandesal and butter can. Teamwork pagid eh! And the heart and sweat and the fun!! Ma'am Dyn even made suggestions for our hair-style and make-up. Aaaah!! A great night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaay.. Okay. Moving on..&lt;br /&gt;Another significant moment last night:&lt;br /&gt;I'll start of with letting you know that I'm the type of person who'd make bets to myslef. No money involved though. It's like a destiny bet when I'm doubtful of something to happen. You know, like a sign. Basta, mu na. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, this was my bet: If he would ask me to dance or even talk to me that night, it would mean that he could change (well, it somehow still matters that he'd change) and that we're meant to be. I meditated on that ha. I might like the outcome or I won't. I hope I won't regret it. As of now I'm not regretting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He did talk to me&lt;/i&gt; (fireworks! fireworks! haha! joke.)! He told me that I'm still the one (so maybe he's changed? Young cassanova na gid man?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aahh.. That's all I can say about our talk, I guess. I just don't know how to put into words what went on last night concerning this matter. Basta, I was happy. &lt;u&gt;I'm&lt;/u&gt; still &lt;u&gt;glad&lt;/u&gt;. That we could be friends and that when we happen to pass by each other, we'd maybe still smile or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kag.. awww. Kanami lang sa iya. Maybe it's just me and my own point of view. Nami saot niya sang orientation!! Aki teased my "ang mata sa lugar". Tapos Ma'am Uling laughed. (a lot of people know about us?  &lt;i&gt;us&lt;/i&gt; felt a bit awkward. hehe. a bit lang). Ma'am Golda pagid! feeling ko na-intiga gid xa sa amon. She kept asking me if we danced or kung wala na and kept telling me na to take it slow. She's like a mother. Aww.. Ay, he did the headstand sa ila dance. Kung tani nagsmile pagid xa grabe, mas hot pagid cguro. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooo, I'm glad. &lt;b&gt;I'm really glad&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall impact (ambot ah, corny sa akon): the night was completely fahahahahaaaaayn!!&lt;br /&gt;I met some freshies but I forgot their names. I remember their faces though. Maging feeling close. Haha!! There's the whole school year to know them. They'd really enjoy the school. Start pa lang na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!! Si Gold gali kag ako! We went around dancing with a fan, fanning the people dancing (mga freshmen gid). Hahaha. Kasadya lang!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mikka!! I'm so, sooo happy for my bestfriend!! She's got a bracelet from someone she danced with last night!! Aaaaahh!! Aaaahh!! I'm so happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. ano pa man? Oh! oh! Jonah felt the emotions of the seniors. Kanami sa ila kahapon, it was like their night (despite the little fight, ayos man gyapon ah). Next year, I've got a feeling it won't be complete without them (and without you know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end the night, he walked with me to the car. I saved my last goodbye for the night to him. I've always liked the way he'd turn back and look at me and wave goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. What a June 22, 2007!! I love it!! Heaven!! The life!! How grand! =D&lt;br /&gt;Bbn.. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-3553324114446290985?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/3553324114446290985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=3553324114446290985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/3553324114446290985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/3553324114446290985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/06/acquainted-to-heavenly-feeling.html' title='acquainted to a heavenly feeling'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-6457733041100181926</id><published>2007-06-16T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.303-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><title type='text'>lalalala la!</title><content type='html'>I've been up to a lot of booty shaking! Hahaha!! I told myself to just keep quiet about this. Booty shaking! Hahaha!! I love to dance!! Our steps for the acquaintance party are quite ineffable. The combination of my slightly complicated moves, Antel's catchy steps and Gaw's hiphop madness.. what do you get? A show!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's great is that we have put these moves ourselves, 95% of it were originally from our inspired minds and senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey!! Go Silver!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got a new tagline: Gin-islan ka kagina!!&lt;br /&gt;But we're still fancying MILK ME..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went here, we practiced a bit at home. Ate lots of icecream. One gallon of those chocolatey goodness went gone to their stomachs in less than 20 minutes. The first foodtrip (fooodtrip! and I mean trip!) with Ag!! We were like COWS!!! Hahaha!! I so love them! (of course i've got the same thing with perseus until now. i miss those people).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was ultimately hot, we turned on the big fan (you know, those big metalic ones like the one St.Jo uses at the gym). They were so funny! The fan was so big, they wanted to be blown by it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antel and Aki and I had the song remixed. But those two did more of the job. We've already got the fomation set. And the shirt!! It's on the process of printing. I love our design!! It's sort of a childish crime thingie. I don't know how to describe it, really. Maybe I'll be posting the picture here once it's released for us to wear and after the school sees it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Oh! Bea tagged me!! I'm going to post it here. I still don't feel like using my xanga. This is my home. HiHi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Each player of this game starts off with 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird habits/things/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end, you need to choose 5 people to be tagged and list their names. No tag backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I constantly stare blankly into nothing. It's either because I'm thinking too much or not having anything to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) I talk to myself in my mind a lot of times. I even talk to myself verbally, with those expressions and all. I won't mind if someone catches me doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) I have a diary. But I don't really call it a diary. It's the most sacred thing I own now because it keeps all of the gravest (in a good and bad way) thoughts, words and action's I have. I still write on it. I've finished 2 slightly thick ones. I'm about to finsih the 3rd edition of me life since grade 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) It's quite obvious that I love chocolate. But I love it even more when it's semi-melted. I hate it when it's very hard and frozen. If it's slighlt melted (like a clay texture, only softer), I could really taste it and enjoy it. I love getting dirty with chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) When in the comforts of my room and a nice song starts to play, I'd dance in front of the mirror or do some silly acting scene. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) I'm the most lazy and careless person I've ever known especially when it comes to school matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) I'm always shy to ask money from my parents. There's already that strong guilt for every 100 pesos I ask. But when they offer to buy me something, I'm certainly game for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) When I likes someone, I'm going to like him for years. And when there'd be a new guy I'd fancy, I'd still like him (Am I confusing you? heehee) that's because I only like men if I know them close to the depths. When I see a hot guy and not know him, his hotness will fade in a matter of minutes (except fot Hollywood stars, that is. Like Levine and Franco! ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) I love being alone but I want to be with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) I pray everyday and it starts when I pass by the Jaro Cathedral or when I take a bath or when I brush my teeth (basta may water. hehe). I pray to God, Jesus, Mary, St. Jospeh, St. Dominic, Holy Spirit and my Angel. These holy figures have guided me so much and they've always been there. I started to pray to 8 of them when I was in 6th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) In connection to #10, I always find my being an honor student (much more, my being a top 1) a miracle. I always feel that to those I pray to are the ones who have made these incidents happen. They just bless me so much. A lot of good things have been happening in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) It takes me hours to get dressed for a simple stroll at the mall. It'll take me almost half a day to look for an outfit for a grand occassion. That's just the way I am. My outfit has got to fit my mood. I won't wear it unless my body I feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) I hate wearing jeans. Not only because I'm not comfortable in them, but also because maybe I haven't found the right ones for my seemingly slightly big thighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) I envy people who've got a simple, calm and happy life and are contented with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) When fruits are available, I eat them before the meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging Ana, Aki, Mikka, Ate Bianca and Antel (eventhgough Ate Biance is the only one active in the blogosphere. hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later my father's going to buy me e new celphone. I'm guessing it's going to e ASUS. He loves that brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's all for now. Bbn.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-6457733041100181926?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/6457733041100181926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=6457733041100181926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/6457733041100181926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/6457733041100181926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/06/lalalala-la.html' title='lalalala la!'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-6903016641193907006</id><published>2007-06-15T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm at Fuselink right now. With Aki and Antel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-6903016641193907006?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/6903016641193907006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=6903016641193907006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/6903016641193907006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/6903016641193907006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-at-fuselink-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-2704243497783218793</id><published>2007-06-13T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-2704243497783218793?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/2704243497783218793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=2704243497783218793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/2704243497783218793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/2704243497783218793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-612874968663368039</id><published>2007-06-12T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Funny. Feel na feel ko ang saot, especially ang &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-612874968663368039?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/612874968663368039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=612874968663368039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/612874968663368039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/612874968663368039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/06/funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-8533568347982493436</id><published>2007-06-11T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.521-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tremendous'/><title type='text'>what?</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it, I still can't. There's still this some kind of a mutually between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be there for him. Awkward na gid glng. Basta kaya niya na.. whatever he's going through right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahai, kbad skun. I made things hard for him. Wala ako kabalo nga mu na na gali. Ahai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough lang anay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day? I knew &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my groupmates and I in English practiced for our song interpretation. We met at SM. Aika kept on texting them (only them, my cellphones no where in sight. It's with Mans) to come at 10. I, such a good girl (hehe), arrived on time with Frailyn. Jeff and Russel started to come, then Novie and Taline. Aika? Of course she came last. Her trademark. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, we went around the mall for our props - lots of tissue (ahaha). We also bought some confetti (spelling? hehe). We ate lunch and went at my house to practice. They did fine, just fine since it was just a practice. I was fascinated and tickled by their ideas for the interpretation. Made me laugh so hard my tummy had laughing butterflies in them, too. And my tummy ached. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, they went home and I headed to 'An-tel's. To "consult" her about the songs for the dance. Aki and Gaw were ther, too. Had a great laugh with them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was feel-good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started doing my homework in Journ when Mikka called. And my heart sank because she told me what he's been going through. That kept me up the whole time. Now that I'm done with the homework, I want to let these emotions out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I that won't happen now because I might hear my father calling me and he'd give me those lectures on life and death (would you believe? death! he said that if you sleep past 12, you'd lessen your lifespan. true, pero in a sirang-plaka way.. it slips off my ears instantly). Plus tomorrow we have to ba at school so early. We're going to march towards the capitol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the last days of my freshman year. We rode on our feet from Atrium to the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My current reaction&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Ahai&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current songs&lt;/b&gt; I can relate to or &lt;b&gt;gapang-Igo&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;u&gt;Only Reminds me of You&lt;/u&gt; (would you believe?), &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;we belong together&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; by Gavin (na, isa pang unbelieveble), &lt;u&gt;Look After you&lt;/u&gt; by the Fray (ahaii).. More songs I can't remember. I just hear them and they hit me bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What I want to do now&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;talk to him&lt;/i&gt; (unbelievable as well?), drink milk (hehe) and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If those weren't true, I'd reason I'm just too sleepy at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night. Bbn. c")&lt;sup&gt;zzzzzz&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-8533568347982493436?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/8533568347982493436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=8533568347982493436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/8533568347982493436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/8533568347982493436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/06/what.html' title='what?'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-2597464277140281190</id><published>2007-06-10T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.090-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aphrodisiacal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tremendous'/><title type='text'>kept-and-just-revealed tell tales</title><content type='html'>I feel like my secret's safe around here. So I'm going to dish out. =D (since i'm feeling i'm really the only one reading my entries here. Hahaha.. oh, life as in &lt;i&gt;Click Here&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lonely around here. Hahaha. Pero okay lang ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go! Ma-spill na ko kung ano mn da ispill ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole day had been okay. I did things I used to do when I was in gradeschool on school days. I saw my favorite show some 3 years ago. &lt;u&gt;Unwrapped&lt;/u&gt;. It took me way back to comfy home. Then I saw &lt;b&gt;Kid's Choice&lt;/b&gt;. Marron 5 was there!! But Adam didn't totally rock my socks. Maybe that's because I just woke up. I had a &lt;i&gt;nappy time&lt;/i&gt;. Hahahaha. Watta term. I saw &lt;b&gt;Sleepover&lt;/b&gt;, it was a nice movie but their voices were funny like the ones at HSM. Hah. This whole day I've been thinking a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw his picture on his former classmate's (or are they still classmates?) Friendster. Not on his profile, okay. Hehehe. I just remembered the times. I read through my ancient entries and I've been having lots of comments before! Hahaha. Actually, my comment page seemed like a chatroom. Anyway, I read my entry on his courtship and how I was in love with him (that sounded awkward to me). I always hope&lt;u&gt;d&lt;/u&gt; that he'd change. Well, I guess he did. A lot of people say that he's changed for the better - because of me. That's good and sad at the same time. It's quite pathetic because if i really loved him, it wouldn't matter if he didn't change. But he did. And that's sad because i broke his heart. That's why I concluded that it was just some infatuation. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I really can't quite figure out is the fact that he's actually left a mark. &lt;i&gt;He's still there&lt;/i&gt;. You know where. And I can't believe it. I've been bitter on our memories but sometimes I think of him and imagine being with him. I can't believe myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to that (maybe i still haven't moved on myself?), I certainly don't want him to have a single hint of this little kept-and-just-revealed secret. I don't want him to think about having his hopes back on &lt;i&gt;us&lt;/i&gt;. I can never cater to his love. He gives so much but I can't give it close to 1/3 of enough. He can't do whatever makes him happy because we're totally opposites. We're just going to hurt ourselves. I don't want that, I've done enough hurting. It's the most deadly feeling I've had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to have him as a friend. Maybe things would work better if we're just friends. After all, I guy friend is like a boyfriend, only you have no commitments and you don't have to worry so much about not looking fine in front of him, sweating like pig in front of him, eating like pig in front of him.. in my case, not having to deal with so much i-love-you-mmmwah text messages everyday, not dealing with any guilt because he pays everything, not dealing with the dilemma of not having a time to be with him and/or not replying to his messages, not dealing with the eye-locks that could melt me, not having to deal with PDA issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, maybe we're better of as friends. If we're friends maybe I can keep him forever and he can keep me forever. Friends. You know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero.. Haai. I don't know. Never mind, I can't put it in words. Hehehe.. We'll now what happens. If we're meant for each other or not. I remembered him saying that destiny is in our hands, if we want to make things work, we can right away have it workin. But I didn't. I'll just leave destiny to the hands of God. I still feel that I'm too young to be doing so much for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll enjoy my youth. Hopefully. Aww.. I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo! That was something. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! No class for tomorrow! Yeahh. A hundred and nine years of Philippine Independence!! It would be nice to go back in time, see how they fought for our independence and maybe do some revolution myself. Then I'd be a part of the history. Of course that can never happen. I'll just do my best to do something extraordinary and leave a mark in the present so that in the future I'd be part of Philippine (or the even the world's) history. And the students of the fure have to learn my name, descriptions about me and what I've done, read my biography and all. That would be awesome. Heads on!! Haha. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's going to be a busy day as I see in the crystal ball of schedule. My group in English is going to practice our song interpretation. Our song: You're beautiful. Haha. Aika and Jeff are the main characters. We're going to need a lot of tissue!! Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. what else? That's all for now siguro. I'll go do the homework in journ.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Philippine Independence!! Byebye now. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-2597464277140281190?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/2597464277140281190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=2597464277140281190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/2597464277140281190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/2597464277140281190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/06/kept-and-just-revealed-tell-tales.html' title='kept-and-just-revealed tell tales'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-7685272699914740482</id><published>2007-06-09T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.441-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning expression'/><title type='text'>=I</title><content type='html'>For some reasons I can't explain like the way I don't know where the butterflies in my tummy came from, I'm sad. Well, okay.. here's one reason I can jot down. My sister (Mans) left this morning for Manila. Her schooling's going to start in days. Some miss moments once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke at around my usual waking up time (5:15). Then I ate breakfast with her. The sun went up so early too, only a couple of minutes past five and it already started to shine. I love sunsrises, there's always something about seeing its first rays for the day that makes the rest of the day special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we headed to the airport. I guess I've made it a habit to tag along her ride to the airport. When I was there I was thinking that this time it might feel the same and it might not surprise me badly anymore on the way I'm going to miss her. This has been going on for 3 years and I thought that next year would be the last. And next, next year, I'm going to do all he biding and the checking up at the terminal and having home-sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks to witness how time runs so fast. Last night we had supper at Emilion (I ate so much!! My satiation has not worn off yet, I feel like the food had not totally digested. My tummy's big!! Hahahaha) and that's when I somehow really felt time. I wondered how it would feel to have time stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, today's June 10.. The next thing we know it's June 10 a year after. A lot can happen, certain about that. But then, here's another thing that sucks: we can never hold on to it. They'll be nothing but memories in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But having memories in the process makes the whole time-running-so-fast worthwhile. You know, like chapters in a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for now, that's all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things that make me so happy. Like i can take a flight on my own wings. Some things are just down putting. I don't want to mention it here unless I have my settings to private. Heck! I shouldn't have mentioned that. I'm just leaving some mystery. It's not even a mystery, don't bother. Hah, as if someone's reading my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, even if I'm the only person reading my entries here, I'm going to keep on posting. This is my home in the internet. I love my home in the internet. And the current song in my home in the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We belong together.. Like the open seas and shores.. Wedded by the planet force.. We've all been spoekn for. Kind of a deep song. Aaaah!! I love Gavin!!! His voice and his lyrics!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to put something random around here.. pero wala na ko sa mood. Ka-off-putting bi mo. Pero okay lang ah. I've learned to accept it, things that can put me down. In the end, I'm going to have all thoughts right and things will turn out fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all. Life is still grand (haven't said that in a long time!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE IS GRAND. It's grandness (is there such a word?) is all up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bbn. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-7685272699914740482?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/7685272699914740482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=7685272699914740482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/7685272699914740482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/7685272699914740482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/06/i.html' title='=I'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-6941115145746346303</id><published>2007-06-08T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.374-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooooll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleeeh'/><title type='text'>super duper 1st week!!</title><content type='html'>And this super duper first week feels like almost a &lt;u&gt;month&lt;/u&gt; already!! It had really been utterly super!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We already had 3 quizzes. I think I'm doing well. I'll go find someone to punch me if i won't. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm.. Actually, what made this week so &lt;i&gt;super duper&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;super&lt;/b&gt; were what occured today!! Yes, just today. Today made the whole week sooo (i'll repeat..) super duper super!! (i know, it's quite redundant. Hihi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened? Simple. One word that isn't really a word. Secret? hahaha. Joke. It's &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; really a big deal. I'll mention it anyway. &lt;i&gt;ESBEEE&lt;/i&gt;!!! Hahaha!! I can't believe he's still got that spell on me, the spell that inspires me to do things to the limit (in a good way), so beyond my capabilities and whatever it is I think I can only do. Like some super duper things. Hahahaa!! Just some simple gesture and a little of things happening coincidentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But&lt;/i&gt;!! I repeat: BUT!!! There'd always be some contradictions. Hehe. On this scene.. That would be the fact that he's going to be &lt;u&gt;nothing more&lt;/u&gt; than an &lt;b&gt;inspiration spell caster&lt;/b&gt;. Not a sad thought, not at all. I have stopped living in a chimera months ago. And somehow, the thing with Nong Jov deminished my living in some useless fantasy. Not that I used Nong Jov to have the deminishing done or something, I did love him. it was a true feeling in a sense that I thought he was finally the one. But you know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as for SB.. since no one's really better at replacing him in the way he inspires me, I'm going to have him as an inspiration. And &lt;u&gt;just that&lt;/u&gt;. I'm not hoping for anything, sooo not. I chose to have just an inspiration than have those pieces of the beating part of my body shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;b&gt;Abner&lt;/b&gt;!! All those SB talks remind me of him. He was the &lt;i&gt;pioneer&lt;/i&gt; of certain people's code names. I miss him!! I badly hope he visits school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Oh! &lt;b&gt;Acquaintance Party&lt;/b&gt;!! On &lt;u&gt;June 22&lt;/u&gt;!! That's in like &lt;i&gt;two short weeks&lt;/i&gt;!! Aaaahh!! the only thing we've done close to polishing our movements is not even somewhere near the polishing. We've only burnt the songs!! Aaaahh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our (III-Silver's) color is ORANGE. I was the one who made bunot it during the SR meeting kanina. Bad hand!! We were hoping for a pink, grey, brown, black.. a cow's color!! To fit the MILK ME tagline!! But no!! We had an orange. And that's thanks to destiny caused by my right hand. At first I went balistic over it. &lt;u&gt;Orange??&lt;/u&gt; WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero it proved that &lt;i&gt;things happen for a reason&lt;/i&gt;. It seemed magical the way we realized that it's going to do good on what we have decided (i, aika, aki and tian). We can always have the MILK ME line somewhere around the shirt.. Even though orange is not really a cow's color (unless a cow's abnormal or something).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aika, Aki, Kristian and I searched for a plain orange shirt while the burning of our songs for the acquaintance is on the process. We went to Amigo and places where you look for Novo or plains. Hehehe.. That's the only thing we've done. Kanina, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we have dance steps. I started making them!! hahaha!! Hopelessly devoted smooth criminal and OSTing of Happy Feet!! Woohoo!! Oh, the effects of being inspired!! Hahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!! I hope our dance would turn out perfectly unperfect but awesomely fun. And lively!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE SILVER!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim was very funnu today!! It was like she was so high!! I like her!! She was singing those old song like Titanic's soundtrack, I turn to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah!! I love Silver!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaay.. That's all for now. More rants soon!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-6941115145746346303?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/6941115145746346303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=6941115145746346303' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/6941115145746346303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/6941115145746346303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/06/super-duper-1st-week.html' title='super duper 1st week!!'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-2170259211450327754</id><published>2007-06-07T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.071-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><title type='text'>nyahaha</title><content type='html'>Sucess!! &lt;u&gt;New&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;template&lt;/b&gt;!! Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be editing some more soon. I'm &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; done with this. As of now, that is. I'll go read this I borrowed from Antel and sleep. Oki. Sige, Byebye.. (Oh!! it rained! tonight!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-2170259211450327754?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/2170259211450327754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=2170259211450327754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/2170259211450327754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/2170259211450327754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/06/nyahaha.html' title='nyahaha'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-5255210090681947165</id><published>2007-06-07T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.208-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><title type='text'>ummmmm</title><content type='html'>I've been having second thoughs on posting. As of now, I really want to change my template into something simple. So maybe I'll be doing that. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th day of class!! It was fine. It had only been four days but apparently, we know each other in class quite well, like we've been in one room for years. I love Silver!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, that's all. I'll go change my layie. Hihihi.. (then it'll be all about the literature of the 1st days of school. or maybe I'm going to be doing that on Saturday. Para summary nlng. hehehe..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-5255210090681947165?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/5255210090681947165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=5255210090681947165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/5255210090681947165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/5255210090681947165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/06/ummmmm.html' title='ummmmm'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-5921693285992079827</id><published>2007-06-03T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.247-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><title type='text'>1st day of school</title><content type='html'>'Nuf said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaahh!! I don't know how to react. Aaaahh!! Sige, that's all  I can say for now. Aaaaahh!!&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck and blessings for later!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaahh!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-5921693285992079827?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/5921693285992079827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=5921693285992079827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/5921693285992079827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/5921693285992079827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/06/1st-day-of-school.html' title='1st day of school'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-6809852464910226037</id><published>2007-06-03T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.335-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooooll'/><title type='text'>S-I-L-V-E-R!!! silver! silver! silver!</title><content type='html'>I know, not quite obvious huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaahh!! I belong to III-Silver!! Mikka went to school and I called her and she confirmed that she and I together with Bea, Aki, Aika, 'An-tel, Henry, Jeff and I-don't-know-the-rest-yet are at Silver!! Our room's going to be at the chem lab and our teacher adviser's Ma'am Pañer!! Woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see my friends tomorrow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-6809852464910226037?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/6809852464910226037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=6809852464910226037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/6809852464910226037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/6809852464910226037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/06/s-i-l-v-e-r-silver-silver-silver.html' title='S-I-L-V-E-R!!! silver! silver! silver!'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-4390355714571732371</id><published>2007-06-02T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.183-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><title type='text'>last day of vacation rants</title><content type='html'>I just got up from watching Beckham and the rest battle with Brazil. Oh, reminiscing and the rush of excitement for this year's football..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was an awesomely awesome night!! The Apo Hiking Society is a total performer!! They were s0 quirky. I actually really didn't expect them to make us laugh, I thought they'd just sing songs and that's all. I had tears due to intense laughter. There was one part, they sang like a broken record. Literally. with the skipping and repeating parts.. You know, just like it's pirated only it's a sirang plaka. Then they kept on picking on Buboy (I'm not sure if hat's his name.. he's the small one. hehe) when they sang about their childhood. I was more amazed on the part when they sang one song with different versions. One all rock, another was ditdiritditing soul and the other sang a country version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last part!! They sang the folksongs in morden tunes. Very, very few can pull that off. They were so great!! It was the best concert I've ever been to so far. I only went to a few concerts.. hehe. but this is the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sang the songs that were revived on the Kami Na Po Muna album. Once again, I made my way through memory lane, even the not-so-good ones became nice remembrances and only Apo's presence and version can do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered Sr. Pornel (who's not going to teach at ssc anymore. i sure am missing him now. he's at UP) when awit ng Barkada played. He directed our performance on the flag ceremony and he put his heart in it. Nabilib gd ko to kay sir moh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Abner popped in my mind the moment When I Met You played. We both  love that song. It totally sucks that he won't be there anymore, I'm missing the code names with him. His shoulders, most of all!! His stomata-like mouth. Haha.. I hope he visits school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also!! The cramming moments on research, play rehearsals, the computer being a sleepless night companion when Panalangin played. Ana sent it to me through YM one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Methanoia!! The 4th year Regulars who where great manongs and manangs!! I had so much fun with them, got so close with the other departments and I just really felt that we were all so alike despite coming from different programs. I'm missing them too!! Nong Edsel, Nong Ryan, The beautiful manangs.. The others whose faces I can only remember. Blue Jeans!! The dance step!! Nong Miles's leadership. Haaaiiiii.. I love them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, he (you know) too was part of the memory land. His memories are good memories now. I was bitter about them before, but now I somehow see them as okay. Basta, like that. Why can I forget him when everytime he texts, I listen to thoes love songs. Haha. Ewan, Nakapagtataka.. I somehow miss him. Just somehow, sometimes. Hihi.. Pero over na to ah. Lik,e poooff! Gone. Nada. Ceased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My childhood!! I reminisced those days as well!! When Serena with Dolphy's movie was my favorite!! Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, such a night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'll just go lying round the room. Doing nothing but sensing the last moments of vacation. It really is so hard to let go of those lazing around. especially because the way i see it, this summer vacation had been the best I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most significant ones that made this vacation worthwhile were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The UPLB camp, the Bora trip, the picture moments on Mans's laptop, the Yahoo!&lt;br /&gt;Games marathon, the movie mania, the commuting to Jazz class, being a summer&lt;br /&gt;bookworm, the Spidey 3, Pirates of the Caribbean at World's End, the blogging or&lt;br /&gt;internet in general, the study room make-over, early sleeping hours, Maroon 5,&lt;br /&gt;Kuno, Wonderwall, Teddy Geiger, MTV, ETC and lastly, the Apo concert.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, byebye sizzling hot, great summer vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brightside.. helloooo sweet, rainy gloom, cram, classmate's laugher.. school days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's officially starting tomorrow!! I can't wait!!!! I hope Mikka goes to school today to make the sectionings clear. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, that's it for now. Till next time.. bbn. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-4390355714571732371?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/4390355714571732371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=4390355714571732371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/4390355714571732371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/4390355714571732371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/06/last-day-of-vacation-rants.html' title='last day of vacation rants'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-2628986004310281835</id><published>2007-06-02T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.106-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><title type='text'>All's schooool</title><content type='html'>I went to school today to get some the wood for the butterfly singboard, you know, the feet thingie. That's what I call the whatsit, stand?.. Haha. Oh, I didn't put the signboard in yet, obviously. And I am obviously not done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to see the sectionings. I did but I was in a rush so I was not able to see them very well. I didn't see my name. I'm most likely going to land on the section Gold since it's the only junior room at the SSc building. Or is it not? Hahah. Oh I'm so not sure!! my name was no where at the BL's. So, yep.. that's my little hunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to admu.edu.ph. to see what courses I could possibly take there (haha.. excited ba?).  I wanted to take up engineering, most esecially architecture. But the whole idea was changed due to Sr. Mosura's rant about my course-to-be when he asked me at class one time. He was disappointed since it's not so science related and that would not be soo good since I'm at a special science class, also on the account that I've been 1st honors in our batch. It also changed because i really  want to study at Ateneo now... I mean when I'm in college, now. Basta. when I'm in college. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't have civil engineering there, much more architecture. So I went to the engineering section and I was somehow drawn towards possibly taking BS Physics. But maybe, just maybe (I didn't really understand the things I read at the site. haha. padali lang moh), if i take that, I have to have MS Physics. So that spells additional years of thesis work and all that I'm dreading much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Physics course didn't work. So I decided to have BS Computer Engineering instead. After all, I will be in front of the computer all the time, that's not a big problem. Okay, I know that other courses also involve a lot of computer work.. but this here.. We are talking about digital systems, techies and microelectronics. I bet I'm going to earn something good considering the fact that the world is thoroughly evolving into some computer land where everything is just in a click of a mouse of the mouse pad in laptops. Or something else that work like mouses I don't know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually, things can still change. I'll have to confront the "professionals" first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!! Whao, here!! I seem to be speaking like I'm so going to college already. Hahaha!! i don't know. Well, junior na ako.. after a year I'll be doing all the worrying. It's better that I already know what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hihi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm stopping now. i can't stand the smell of enamel and wood, plus the heat up here at the study room. I'll be at Apo Hiking concert at Centennial later. I have to look for clothes now cause I don't want us to be late. It takes me a lot of time to just do that. All abt ur love!! Season 2!! Oh, Dino!! hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige, byebye. Have a nice day (aaah!! school!! sectionings!! actually, i'm only excited about the sectionings. haha) or afternoon, or night or.. whatever.. life. Hehe.. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-2628986004310281835?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/2628986004310281835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=2628986004310281835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/2628986004310281835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/2628986004310281835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/06/all-schooool.html' title='All&amp;#39;s schooool'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-8621541090982228084</id><published>2007-06-01T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.527-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aphrodisiacal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><title type='text'>ADAM!!</title><content type='html'>Three more sleeps and it's school!! Aaaahh!! I can't seem to get the hang of it!! There's this feeling of excitement and my nerves just got this &lt;i&gt;ous&lt;/i&gt; with them. There have been butterflies in my stomach lately. That's maybe the cause of my waking up too early, those butterflies just make my mind active. I only wake up early is I'm thrilled about something. So maybe I'm thrilled about school. Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to know the sectionings!! I'm going to school tomorrow to have the butterfly garden signboard standing in front of the garden. I'm 4/5 done with it out, by the end of the night, I'm certain I'll be doing the finishing touches bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I bought a cheap outfit around the city. I love buying cheap. Totally saves me from committing an expensive guilty pleasure. Hehe. I've laso been eating lotsa chocolates from Nong Pus (and his family?). Even though he and my sister broke up, things are still fine. my sisiter's just not the bitter type of ex. So they're best friends and with that, I'm hoping for more chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless their BestFriend relationship. Hahaha. Oh, seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's just it for now. I'm going to go back painting the signboard. Haha, I'm loving this painting thing again!! Weeehhee!! And what's best about this is that while I'm doing so, Marron 5 will serenade me with Mr. Adam (my boyfriend, as Bea would put it. Hahaha!!) Levine's utterly sexy. With that, a mental image of his being a sex god that would inspire me to make my hands move in harmony, thus create a presentable signboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai, sige, I'll go na. Byebye now!! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-8621541090982228084?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/8621541090982228084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=8621541090982228084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/8621541090982228084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/8621541090982228084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/06/adam.html' title='ADAM!!'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-7282146483334848117</id><published>2007-05-31T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-7282146483334848117?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/7282146483334848117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=7282146483334848117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/7282146483334848117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/7282146483334848117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-8732435867439329566</id><published>2007-05-30T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.533-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aphrodisiacal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning expression'/><title type='text'>three</title><content type='html'>It's 5 something and I'm already blogging. Someone's already called here. of course that was for Tatay. I answered it, the phone's just in my reach and I'm totally feeling positive inside. So I'm going to be a good girl already. I'm glad about that. Hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing much to write here, really. Except for the fact that there's fog at the back of our house, an incident that happens very much rarely around here, but heck it's a field. So don't bother wondering much. I love the fog! It's theoretically a cloud in the ground. I hope we have more fogs here. So it'll feel like Baguio or some other beautiful, foggy places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still really loving my glasses. And my look with the glasses. Sometimes, when I take it off and see myself in the mirror, it's like the girl in my reflection's not me. This glasses are starting to be a part of my identity now, huh? My geeky identity that I'm so fancying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another "I'm": i'm crushless right now. Apart from celebrity hotties like Kuno, Adam and Franco, I've got no one real to dream about (yes, also totally apart from the guy my mind's been making up). I wish I can really find that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know my type? He's got to be tall, so I'm somewhere only around a little bit on the top of his shoulders. He plays football (soccer), not only kicking the ball and all, he's got the skills (like Santi). Has got to be close to a little sister quite my age, which implies he's a bit older than me. And he's got more to offer than give me some call or text message to make me feel special. that's my type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is there someone out there just like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I don't want to find out. Not just yet. After my sister broke up with her boyfriend and most definitely after what had happened to me, I'm in no position to allow myself to fall for someone, other than a hottie celeb, that is. I'll just find joy in the love stories of other people for now. When the right time comes, there the right guy will be. Or when the right guy comes, then that's the right time. Or.. okay, whatever. Basta, like that. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I don't want to fall for someone at school. I want to deal with the time's drama and the other thoughts that goes along when I don't see him each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of school.. It's opening in about 3 days!! 3!! You know how fast 3 days can be, it's like sleeping for 24 hours. Okay, that's the night part of the day. Pero anyway, 3 days!! Aaah! I haven't still done the butterfly thingie. And my things, they're no where. I haven't bought them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai, okay. That's all. I can feel my stomach go gurrrgurr. I'll eat breakfast now.&lt;br /&gt;Byebye.. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-8732435867439329566?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/8732435867439329566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=8732435867439329566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/8732435867439329566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/8732435867439329566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/05/three.html' title='three'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-5899321738977335357</id><published>2007-05-29T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.244-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aphrodisiacal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleeeh'/><title type='text'>Six days 'til school</title><content type='html'>Today was such a lovely day. I woke early and was seated in front of the PC. Tapos I slept in the afternoon. I've been having &lt;u&gt;sufficient sleep&lt;/u&gt;. So that's &lt;b&gt;good&lt;/b&gt; since school would &lt;i&gt;require&lt;/i&gt; me to &lt;i&gt;lack soft moments with the pillow&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been up to much lately - just the way I &lt;u&gt;want&lt;/u&gt; my days before school starts. The feeling of serenity makes it perfect that even when I think about certain things, it's like I'm really doing something.. but I'm just imagining it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've been fancying my glasses&lt;/b&gt;. Haha. They're &lt;i&gt;quite big&lt;/i&gt;, but I'm really loving them. Now I can proudly say I'm a &lt;u&gt;geek&lt;/u&gt; in a sense that.. umm.. uhh.. in an ineffable sense? Yes, that's it. No one words can fit the precise description of my being a geek yet. I was being vain in the mirror kanina and I had this look. A cap, the glasses and a sweet smile. The cap is Tatay's and it's like one of those that baseball players wear in the past (not really in the past past, just years before I was born). I love that cap!! I love the whole look. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's no glam for me. Haha. I just feel being on some &lt;i&gt;tatted&lt;/i&gt; casual clothes would work for my geeky look. And I really want to have a &lt;b&gt;jumper&lt;/b&gt;. You know, the ones we used to wear in the days as children. I really want it. But I don't know where to buy it around here. All they've got are shorts, and that's not really me. Oh, heck. Just anything with suspenders on it, bast &lt;u&gt;indi lang short&lt;/u&gt;. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh.. &lt;b&gt;On the Lot&lt;/b&gt; later!! And &lt;b&gt;Tyra&lt;/b&gt; of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something I've been thinking of lately: an &lt;i&gt;inspiration&lt;/i&gt;. I've been thinking I want an inspiration. &lt;u&gt;From someone&lt;/u&gt;. I want to meet someone. I don't know who he is. I hope there's really somone out there I'd meet who's just like the type of man my mind's been making up. I'll let the Law of Attraction work on that. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I utterly hope there's really that someone out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Oh! &lt;b&gt;I love Oasis&lt;/b&gt;!!! Their songs are great!! &lt;u&gt;Wonderwall&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;Who Put The Weight Of The World On My Shoulders&lt;/u&gt;. The movie Goal has opened my ears to their awesome musical pieces. And my eyes opened to Kuno Becker's hotness. Hihi.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh! Oh!! It's been cloudy lately. There was even one night when the rain just kept pouring. Oohhh!! I love this!! Woohoo, wet season!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaay, that's all; I'll wrap this up. Bye bye now. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If anyone reads my mind and finds that guy, please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Clue: he's almost everything and modest. Haha. And plays football!!&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.S. Readd my geeeky mind. Hahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-5899321738977335357?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/5899321738977335357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=5899321738977335357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/5899321738977335357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/5899321738977335357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/05/six-days-school.html' title='Six days &amp;#39;til school'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-6838844590376329723</id><published>2007-05-28T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.341-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><title type='text'>i've got sunshine on a cloudy daaayyy</title><content type='html'>Haha. Okay, haven't posted for days. Just two words to sum them up: &lt;b&gt;smooth sailing&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to Mikka's. We had a movie marathon. We saw one and 1/3 movie. Such a marathon, huh. Haha. The day with her was fun. Janessa did not come. But it was still fun. We played with her cute cousins and roamed around their place with Gaw and Nang Angelie. We were on a boy hunt that day, too. In fairness, they've got looks there.. but no one really made my heart go tugtug. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Kuno Becker can do that at the moment. Oh, his hotness. And his soccer skills. Makes him so hot. I've been fancying him since the night I saw Goal again at Star World. Then when I saw the film, I remembered the Dyas with Yellow Austers. The grand entrence and the &lt;i&gt;suicide&lt;/i&gt; during the trail. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 6 days till school stars. Oh dear. I actually can really not wait. On the contrary, I'm going to utterly miss lying around, doing nothing but hearing the thoughts in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, whatever comes my ay at school.. Game, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I've been waking up at 5;30. Or sometimes, it's even 5 sharp. Early morning cold breeze, surise hidden beneath the clouds, turning on the computer and having early, hot breakfast. That's the life. Sailing smooth towards a positive-feel day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okidokie, that's all y'all. Bbn. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-6838844590376329723?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/6838844590376329723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=6838844590376329723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/6838844590376329723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/6838844590376329723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-got-sunshine-on-cloudy-daaayyy.html' title='i&amp;#39;ve got sunshine on a cloudy daaayyy'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-2850926576586024396</id><published>2007-05-26T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 10px; Z-INDEX: 2; WIDTH: 20px; POSITION: relative; HEIGHT: 10px"&gt;oh come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh come on oh come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-2850926576586024396?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/2850926576586024396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=2850926576586024396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/2850926576586024396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/2850926576586024396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-come-on-oh-come-on-oh-come-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-8877594543302917367</id><published>2007-05-26T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It had been raining for hours last night. I haven't felt much comfort. One of the happiest moments in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exagg ba? Hahaha. You know how I fancy rain so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, yesterday was a nice day. The way my days have been lately, smooth sailing and all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-8877594543302917367?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/8877594543302917367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=8877594543302917367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/8877594543302917367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/8877594543302917367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-had-been-raining-for-hours-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-8260228207383857380</id><published>2007-05-25T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.471-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><title type='text'>doobidap!</title><content type='html'>It's a wonderful cloudy day!! The cloudy cloud clouds!! The gloom!! And when I woke, it was so cold!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the signals of school day early morning mists. Yey! Hahaha.. &lt;a href="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r219/jeanmeir/biggrin.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 11px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 11px" height="47" alt="*smiles" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r219/jeanmeir/biggrin.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-8260228207383857380?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/8260228207383857380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=8260228207383857380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/8260228207383857380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/8260228207383857380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/05/doobidap.html' title='doobidap!'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-4930319495635216263</id><published>2007-05-25T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.193-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><title type='text'>My eye sees it all</title><content type='html'>This day, I learned that pressure in any means is hard to take. With little or no experience, you can never handle it. If you don't look forward and mind the unwanted thoughts and sights of your conscience, you can never get anything out of it. It may even hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I learned at my encounter with the eye doctor today. She wanted to take my pressure, but I could not help but blink, even when my eyes were fixed on that big letter A. So, she was kind enough to postpone the pressure-taking on my next visit to her clinic. She adviced me to practice the wide eye, do it like my Aunt (who, I should say, is quite an expert in the field on no-blinking-sessions. as i've witnessed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh, okay. No blinks for 30 seconds, I can do that! What, not good enough? Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And starting today when I cry, until the moment when all of those hideous substances leave my eyes, green tears would flow in my cheeks. That would be cool!! I'm going to have those hiedous substances dropped in my eyes to freak people out. Someday, nobody will want me to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha (evil laugh)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually want to cry, even when there's nothing to cry about. It's a nice feeling cleansing the eyes. After all, the windows to my soul have to be clearly clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was the trip to the optometrist. I have new glasses now (the frame's bigger now. it had to be both the doc and my aunt said. just being obedient). All of us in the family are foured eyed already. We (my sisters and I) have it to correct our astigmatism. Runs in the blood, I guess. i'm hoping for no glaucoma. My aunt's got it (clearly explains why she's an expert on not blinking. she's been seeing the doctor for more than 2 decades now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to go out today since the sun's at its best and no cloud wants to get in its way. How sad it is that there's no gloom. But I had to. Or else I'll hear my father say he'll have to let me stop school if all that's going to happen is my ignorance on health. So, there you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Oh! Oh! I fumbled through my treasure box (yes, not a chest. too small to be one). The pleasant innconece of my elementary days shot me like a bolt that had gone from the past through the memories I've kept. There were many little pieces that have reminded me of so much. Like when I was in grade 5 and Friendster (or generally the internet) had nothing to do with our lives, we send letters to each other like the present's emails and comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one good buddy. Her name's Kate. Whole name's Kate Peñaflorida. She and I exchange letters every once in a while. Checking out on each other and.. you know. Bast, like that. Hehe. We opted for that even when we could tell each other face to face what ever it is we wanted to tell to each other. Apparently, it was more fun to write in staioneries. Like give ciber comments when you simply could call her. Something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I miss Kate so much!! She was always soft, sensitive and open to anything (innocent. referring to the days). I also read the remembrances from my CLIMBK friends, who happen to be my schoolmates at SSC. Except for Lia, who's at Phil-Sci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's happenings were great. Janessa's hair grew up to her shoulders. Francelle's taller now but she says she's not as she proved to have measured herself. Niña's quite the same, bubbly, cheerful, huggable. Faye made a Perseus scrapbook, I appreciate her devotion and effort so much. Kas is more subtle now, in a tranquil way. Who else did I see. Oh!! Jack Sparrow! Yes, we met at the big screen again!! We're really going to miss him. Aren't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep telling that to youself, darling."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also phoned Mikka. I feel so way behind when I heard some news. I didn't know that Jimzie's transferring and/or that Gracer's courting Cheryl. She's got a lot of crushes now! I stand in the opposite. I have no one to fancy utterly madly about. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Ala Paredes' blog. I love this glamorous, artistic geek (as she describes herself) na! I'm seeing myself reading her posts in the days to come. She's also got a deviantart. I'm planning to have one, too. If only I've got a nice camera to take nice pictures with. Right now, all we have for camwhorage is the PC cam on Mans's laptop. Howdihoho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hala!! It's Friday na and the butterfly thingie!! Hala!! And one week na lang!! School na!! Aaaahhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. That's all there is to tell. Bbn. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-4930319495635216263?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/4930319495635216263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=4930319495635216263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/4930319495635216263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/4930319495635216263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-eye-sees-it-all.html' title='My eye sees it all'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-1709881109886972076</id><published>2007-05-25T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today's one boring, annoyingly bright (not a single delight on a cloudy gloom) day. My eyes hurt, with that goes my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we visited the optical doctor before lunch. We waited for so long. There were lots of people there. I slept almost the whole time and read some Readers Digest. My sched supposedly was on Tuesday but heyho, I forgot. Ako pa. Plus nobody bothered to remeind me. So, heyho..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I've got new glasses. My aunt wanted my frame to be a bit bigger so that when it falls slightly off my nose (bridge? basta, you know wher it goes), there won't be a big difference. The axes are different now. Plus the grado, I think. Not sure. All I know is that it's very little. Mans has glasses, too. Now all of us in the family have glasses. Ours are just for correction. Astigmatism. Maybe it runs in the blood? Hope I won't have glucoma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The doctor wanted to get my pressure. She applied &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-1709881109886972076?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/1709881109886972076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=1709881109886972076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/1709881109886972076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/1709881109886972076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/05/todays-one-boring-annoyingly-bright-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-4022368118767958765</id><published>2007-05-23T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.173-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning expression'/><title type='text'>A fresh chapter</title><content type='html'>Oooh.. I'm beginning to love early mornings again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I enjoyed the simple little happenings yesterday. They were very simple but for some reasons I got that nice feeling that the rest of the days will go on smooth sailing. And it started just yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after I turned the computer off, I headed downstairs and just went lying around the room. I've been tuned in on MTV and ETC the whole time. It was like 4 hours or maybe just 3. The songs they're playing at MTV are nice songs these days. New addition to the soundtrack of my life. &lt;b&gt;The chapter wherein I reminisce about last school year&lt;/b&gt;. Thinking about what a &lt;i&gt;tragedy some days had become&lt;/i&gt; yet the &lt;u&gt;victories and joys overthrew&lt;/u&gt; the shadows cast by the grief. And the way it, in general, gave me the &lt;b&gt;best&lt;/b&gt; emotions I have ever felt. So weak, so strong, so beyond what I had expected to feel that year. In that same chapter, I have &lt;u&gt;let go&lt;/u&gt; of what I had been holding on from last year. This is quite a new chapter.. maybe a &lt;i&gt;long&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;smooth sailing&lt;/b&gt; chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh! Oh!! I finally had my butt &lt;u&gt;working off those lipids&lt;/u&gt; in &lt;i&gt;Time Works&lt;/i&gt;!! Haha.. I feel I have to exercise that day. &lt;b&gt;I'm so getting fat&lt;/b&gt;. But I've been trying to put my body back in the way it was. But this is a new chapter, so I guess it would be alright if I become bigger (even better when I'd be taller!! Haha). I &lt;u&gt;don't&lt;/u&gt; have to be beautiful physically so someone would like me nman eh. It's all on me. As long as my body's in good condition (and I can do forceful kicks in soccer), no problemo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's have yesterday's page fast forward to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine's ballet friends were here!! There's that one girl, her name's &lt;b&gt;Mich&lt;/b&gt;. I like her!! She's cute, innocent and talkative. Not in an annoyong way. &lt;i&gt;I'm glad Jasmine's friends with her&lt;/i&gt;. They occupied the whole table so I did not eat with them. They talked about what I, on that age, would talk about with my friends, too. &lt;b&gt;Jasmine's growing up&lt;/b&gt;!! she's quite mature. &lt;u&gt;More&lt;/u&gt; mature than me sometimes. Pretty soon, she'll be having her period, then guys will be after her. She might even have heartbreaks (and I really don't know how she'll be dealing with that. Maybe wildly cause that's how she is?) or break hearts (most likely? hehehe). Haaiii.. &lt;i&gt;a lot&lt;/i&gt;'s going to &lt;b&gt;change&lt;/b&gt; this year. A little forcast I'm sure of. A bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, after lunch, I played with Mans's laptop and took a lot of pictures on the PC cam (it's been a long time since I had cam moments. The digi cam's still broken. But we'll have it fixed). Then when the car arrived (Jas and her friends left first), we were off to school. &lt;i&gt;I finally had myself enrolled&lt;/i&gt;. I thought my clearance even got lost and I'd be doomed. Then when I went to the comlab, &lt;u&gt;Sir Gigi&lt;/u&gt; even &lt;b&gt;tried&lt;/b&gt; (but he did not suceed. hahaha) &lt;u&gt;to make me nervous&lt;/u&gt;. He said there's no more slot for 3rd year because the people enrolled were already 75. Duh, sir, ah. Hahaha.. So yep, I'm enrolled now. Oh!! &lt;u&gt;I also have my things from the locker taken home&lt;/u&gt;. Nong Elmo's there yesterday so I just took the things. Why wait for June 2 when I could do it yesterday, right? Though I'm still going to go back on 2. The sectionings.. I guess it'll be there already. Or maybe the day after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is impractical considering that I'll be seeing Pirates later with my friends. But I wanted to watch it &lt;u&gt;with Mans&lt;/u&gt; as well. I enjoyed it yesterday!! And I'm very much sure I'll enjoy it so much today, as well! &lt;i&gt;Oh, Sparrow!!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;I'm utterly going to miss him&lt;/b&gt;. His hair, his walk and his movements. Aaahh.. Oh well, that was the last of it. Okay lang ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta, I really love the film!! &lt;u&gt;Especially the fighting scenes&lt;/u&gt;. Who would have thought? Pero trust me, you'd really love it! &lt;i&gt;Pirates pa&lt;/i&gt;! Spiced up nga daan with Jack's humor! And the &lt;b&gt;wedding of the year&lt;/b&gt;!! My dream wedding? Yes. Perhaps. Well, if I'm a pirate then I'd really fancy having that kind of wedding. In the center of chaso. Like things are in slow motion just for the two of us but the rest of the world is at war. Aaahh!! I love everything about the film!! &lt;i&gt;The cleverness of the characters&lt;/i&gt;!! Bilib gid ko ah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd love to understand it even more and enjoy it to the fullest later. It's going to be different. It's going to be with Perseus!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, going back to yesterday's happenings.. I went home, ate supper, wached Tyra, turned on the PC again. Then Mans asked to have her YM signed in. So I did. A lot PMed her. I answered some of it in her behalf. Pero damo gid eh. Plus her &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;bezzyyy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (Nong Pus. I recommended the "bessie") signed in and buzzed her, too. So she took it there and I went down to see &lt;u&gt;On The Lot&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;i&gt;I'm loving it already&lt;/i&gt;!! The piches (what is the spelling?) were great! Only some of it, though. But that's really how it is. There was one about the priest-to-be who saw the love of his life. The guy's imagination did it pretty well. His ending did an impact. Of course he was in for the next round. Basta, just love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the On The Lot, we went to bed. The best way to end the night is &lt;b&gt;talking to God&lt;/b&gt;. Story-telling Him what had happened (though I'm quite sure he knows it already). It's always easy talking to Him. &lt;i&gt;I know He always listens&lt;/i&gt;, and maybe even has some expression when you talk to Him. &lt;u&gt;God just really is the best&lt;/u&gt;. Do I have to say that? Diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's what really made yesterday special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. that was it. The nice feeling. And! It was cloudy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's close this page and today's a new page for this new chapter. I bet it's going to be &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;pastel-colored&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all y'all! Bbn.. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-4022368118767958765?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/4022368118767958765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=4022368118767958765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/4022368118767958765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/4022368118767958765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/05/fresh-chapter.html' title='A fresh chapter'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-6383804700231615890</id><published>2007-05-23T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wahahaha!! Such a day! But I might only be exaggerating. Whatever, I had an utterly acceptable nice mood. I even feel like I'm on some cloud right now. Oh flying, flying, flying!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I posted my previous entry, I surfed the net some more then I finally put it to a halt when I felt a little guilt. Plus my father might notice that I'm doing things in the computer very early in the morning. I don't want suspicions and scoldings so I turned the PC off. After that, I just went lying around the room downstairs. MTV, ETC, the magazines.. The songs they're playing these days at MTV are nice so for like three hours I tuned in to that channel (there are times when I'd go to ETC as well. The E news and all. Dude, Britney screwed things up so much. From the airport to her lipsing concert. Ahai man sa iya ah).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I exercised!! I finally had my butt (or feet. fine.. body na lang. oh, go!).. my body's butt on the Body Works. I was there for 15 minutes or so. I had a lot of sweat and the heat just burnt more lipids (I guess. hehe). Pero I don't at all gurantee then I'm as slim as a slim person (depending on what slim is to you. well, for me slim is the abs. Or i don't know. Just loving yourself? haha). Heck!! I don't even want to be slim (the anorexic type of slim. I'd so love to have abs. =D ..and curves!!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we had lunch with Jasmine's ballet friends here. I love Mich!! She's so cute. Like innocent and talkative. But not in an annoying way (Siguro. hehe).  I'm glad Jasmine's friends with her. She's also got a brother (ooohh. hahaha!! read my mind? hahaha.. uy! joke! as if? hahaha). Wala. Feel ko lang imention. hehe.. My post-lunch activity was taking pictures of myself in Mans's laptop. I've been doing that for days. Some of it are already in my friendster. Indi gid kabatas!! Hahahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At around 3, we went to school. I had myself enrolled!! Finally!! When we were there, the teachers asked Mans some questions about football, boyfriend (ex-boyfriend, that is) and school. Sir Gigi even tried to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-6383804700231615890?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/6383804700231615890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=6383804700231615890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/6383804700231615890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/6383804700231615890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/05/wahahaha-such-day-but-i-might-only-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-780448207345536185</id><published>2007-05-22T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.450-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><title type='text'>the headings</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I'm blogging&lt;/b&gt;!! Haha! It's &lt;u&gt;6 something AM&lt;/u&gt; right now and it's cold so maybe that's the reason why I'm in the mood. I already ate breakfast and am ready to face the boredom and whatever unusual happenings that are in store for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I've mentioned, &lt;i&gt;so much had occured lately&lt;/i&gt;. Well, not really like a hundred or even 50. Wala lang. The way I see it, they seem to be a lot. Or perhaps that's just the feel of it. I'm going to do some story-telling &lt;b&gt;y'all&lt;/b&gt; (haha!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes y'all (&lt;u&gt;I'm so feeling that!!&lt;/u&gt; Hahaha!!)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;My speech&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I did not have some speech and ruined and embarrassed myself in a moment in front of the crowd. We're talking about the way I speak (I did not mean to confuse you with the heading. hehe). I speak &lt;i&gt;English&lt;/i&gt; a lot often, &lt;u&gt;soo much often than before&lt;/u&gt;!! And I mean English! With the &lt;i&gt;British accent&lt;/i&gt;. Or &lt;i&gt;Ausie&lt;/i&gt;. I don't know. Seems to be the &lt;b&gt;fusion&lt;/b&gt; of the accents mentioned. Hahaha!! It just happens! I don't know it happens! Well, actually I do. But I'd only notice after I speak. Perhaps this incident is the influence of the movies and books I read lately. Plus I'm sort of &lt;u&gt;loving it&lt;/u&gt; even though it's on the &lt;b&gt;nusual&lt;/b&gt; bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still do use the English (American) words. Very, very little of the expressions my accent uses. Not at all, mostly. &lt;u&gt;I'm quite puzzled myself&lt;/u&gt;. Sometimes I'd have the &lt;b&gt;r&lt;/b&gt;, as in the Ausie way. Then there's be no r's and just &lt;i&gt;aw&lt;/i&gt; in some incidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, I still speak anyway. And as long as I don't say something utterly stupid that would create chaos in my inner peace and the outer environment, there's not a single problem. I guess. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;The Marathon&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. We've been up to a lot of &lt;b&gt;Yahoo! Games marathon&lt;/b&gt; lately. Me and my sisters (we've &lt;i&gt;thoroughly bonded&lt;/i&gt; on this although that &lt;u&gt;doesn't&lt;/u&gt; change anything on the way I treat Jasmine. Haha) &lt;b&gt;And this is a serious matter&lt;/b&gt;. Skills are needed (vocab, and it had proven that Jasmine is so smart on words), &lt;i&gt;the minds&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;teamwork&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;perseverance&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;sweat&lt;/i&gt; shed, eyes &lt;u&gt;almost&lt;/u&gt; sored (but we have to avoid that. We don't want Tatay scolding us. Or else marathons will be over and that would be disaster), &lt;i&gt;bottoms in pain&lt;/i&gt; (due to hours of sitting) and a lot of &lt;u&gt;patience&lt;/u&gt; (when downloading the games).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you, &lt;b&gt;this is way better than watching DVD's&lt;/b&gt;!! We only get to play each games for an hour (because we only downloaded the trial games. If we buy them, they're very expensive) but it's worth it. We've been playing on Mans's laptop for more than 4 hours. And I guess &lt;u&gt;we're getting better&lt;/u&gt;. Have to eat lotsa squash to find the items right away and beat the time limit. What's so nice about the games because they're about &lt;i&gt;mysteries&lt;/i&gt;. So &lt;b&gt;ooohh&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;aaaahh&lt;/b&gt;. There was one game that had to do with wedding and it was nice even though no mysteries were involved. We get to make their love story. Haha.. Basta!! The games were &lt;u&gt;totally, unquestionably, fantastically cool&lt;/u&gt;! A highly recommended. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;A sisterly moment&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;b&gt;so shocked&lt;/b&gt; to know that &lt;u&gt;Mans and Nong Pus broke up&lt;/u&gt;! &lt;i&gt;Nugon ah&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;u&gt;After &lt;b&gt;5 years&lt;/b&gt; or so&lt;/u&gt;. Poof! Wala na. On the bright side though, they're &lt;b&gt;best friends now&lt;/b&gt; and are &lt;i&gt;still there for each other&lt;/i&gt;. They both decided to stop it na lang.. like it was a &lt;u&gt;mutual feeling&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;b&gt;No third party whatsoever&lt;/b&gt;. Their feelings for each other just faded somehow. But they're happy (at least that's what they're showing). And I'm happy for them as well. Nong Pus will still buy some &lt;b&gt;chocolates&lt;/b&gt; for us and he and Mans will see each other at the airport when my ex-supposed-to-be-brother-in-law arrives from Japan (from Manila na eh or siguro they'll meet sa Manila. I really don't know. hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all my sister has deal with is the &lt;i&gt;chismis, the different versions of stories, the issues&lt;/i&gt;.. You know. The downs of it. &lt;u&gt;Like showbiz&lt;/u&gt;. I can, in a way, relate to that. Haha! Pero ang akon to ya, wala na toh. (Pero I'll let you in on a secret. He's still my crush. But it's just something minor. Ssshh na lang, okay? If you happen to study at SSC. hehe..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;School!&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Is near!!&lt;/u&gt; I can't wait!! And that means &lt;i&gt;rain is near&lt;/i&gt;, as well. Woohoo!! Pero I'm not that prepared yet. I'm still going to enrol later in the afternoon. Tomorrow, I'm going to see Pirates of the Caribbean with my perseus friends. &lt;b&gt;Kas, Mikka, Antel, Russel, Nins, umm..&lt;/b&gt; cnu pa to ah? Hehe.. I can't wait! And lately, I saw The Reaping with my sisters (see? We've really bonded. And in fairness, Jasmine's not that much irritating anymore. Sometimes) and it was good. Mas nami sa Rob kay gamay people. And I like they're seats, too. Pero the area's small. But the popcorn's great. Sour cream!! Yummy yum yum!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 2nd of June, I'll be at school to get my things from the locker (I hope nong Elmo's going to be around) and to take a first look at the sectionings. Haaaiiii.. Third year life, here I come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope (in any means) it will be as awesome as my sophie year. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already then, I'm done with this post. Take care ya'll. Bbn.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Listen to the song!! I love these songs so much!!&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. Please keep quiet about the little secret I revealed. I don't want &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt; to have his hopes on anything. On us. Okay? =) Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-780448207345536185?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/780448207345536185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=780448207345536185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/780448207345536185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/780448207345536185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/05/headings.html' title='the headings'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-8338251510283554668</id><published>2007-05-22T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.483-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleeeh'/><title type='text'>New Skin!</title><content type='html'>Obviously. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this skin when I was looking for a nice image for my Friendster layout. I fell in love with it instantly. I eventually ended up making my own background for Fster and I sort of swore (haha!! I swore ha! seems such a big deal noh? haahaha!!) that I'm going to use this someday. It was so unpredictable for me to change my skin right away (even though, yes, I'm still too beautiful for words. haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with this skin! All hail 8liminate! And guess what. I made only little editing!! Everything's just really me! How awesome? Haha!! Oh yes, I'm loving black, too. Vintage-patterned black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this'll pump up my mood for blogging once again. Yeahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So more updates soon, okay? So much has happened!! But I'll stop now. I've been using so much energy already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care y'all (Giiirrll!! Tyra's way of speakin', giirrlll!! Hahahahaha!!) Bbn.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-8338251510283554668?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/8338251510283554668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=8338251510283554668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/8338251510283554668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/8338251510283554668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-skin.html' title='New Skin!'/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-7433540225704737682</id><published>2007-05-22T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;jksahdajsh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-7433540225704737682?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/7433540225704737682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=7433540225704737682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/7433540225704737682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/7433540225704737682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/05/jksahdajsh.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-6872325403219139040</id><published>2007-05-19T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.347-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't feel like blogging lately. But I've been up to a lot. Like Jasmine's ballet (and other dance) recitals, the room make-overs, and blabidibla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all I have to say.. for now I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bbn.. Take care.. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-6872325403219139040?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/6872325403219139040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=6872325403219139040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/6872325403219139040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/6872325403219139040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-dont-feel-like-blogging-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-5540385857910670390</id><published>2007-05-17T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.216-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was such a nice day. A nice sweaty day. Haha. It was nice despite the fact that there was no rain or it was not at all cloudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the other day when it rained was way better! After I posted the my last post for that day, I went out then those water droplets just poured. Like they were waiting for me to go out. I felt so special. Hahaha! Anyway, I stayed outside for more than an hour. It was so fantastic being a child once again. The last time I bathe in the rain (like intentioanally) was May 2006. So a year had passed na. I'm thinking I'll be doing that every year. When it's May, when the first rain of May comes along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaahh!! I really loved that moment!! I wanted to have cam moments with it but I really didn't want to screw things up (with the cam because it's raining and there's a huge chance for it to be soaking wet. And just the moment itself). It would've been a good photographic moment.&lt;br /&gt;It was like swimming, only you stand or go splashing the water or run around hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta. It was amazing. 'Nuf said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday.. I tidied the study room. And I mean not only put things tidilly in proper places or something, we're talking about a redo here!! (I bet Tyra's show last night and my mood sort of connected. Haha!). Now it's clean (totally! I swear!) and there's a lot of difference from the way it was chaotic around here. Maybe 'm going to be here often. To admire my creation. Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, I'll be doing the interior designing (uh-huh. Not yet done with this). Then it'll have the right study atnosphere that I intend to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh! Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gots to go.. Bbn! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-5540385857910670390?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/5540385857910670390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=5540385857910670390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/5540385857910670390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/5540385857910670390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/05/yesterday-was-such-nice-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-7195147973179357958</id><published>2007-05-16T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.388-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's so cloudy!! I'm happy even if it won't rain. I'm just glad it's dark and it's not hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeahhh!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-7195147973179357958?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/7195147973179357958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=7195147973179357958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/7195147973179357958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/7195147973179357958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-so-cloudy-im-happy-even-if-it-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-5058678527011168958</id><published>2007-05-15T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.204-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hang up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aphrodisiacal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning expression'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My whole body aches&lt;/b&gt;. It aches when I &lt;u&gt;speak&lt;/u&gt;,when I &lt;u&gt;laugh&lt;/u&gt;, when I do something &lt;i&gt;simple&lt;/i&gt;. Like plainly the ones I've mentioned. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking maybe that's because I slept on the floor. Or I had too much jump rope. Or &lt;b&gt;maybe because of the dream&lt;/b&gt; I had. Sounds &lt;u&gt;ridiculous&lt;/u&gt; but it really started to hurt &lt;i&gt;badly&lt;/i&gt; when I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was something like this... &lt;b&gt;John Abantao&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;shot&lt;/u&gt; &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt; at the back. The gun and bullet shot. The gun that was small, I'd think it was a riffle. But then again, I don't really know what a riffle looks like. Is it the small one? That's what I saw in my dream. Anyway, the reason why he did so is beyond my thoughts. Twas all so hazy and ambiguous. You know, the way dreams are when you get to remember them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I thought I died&lt;/u&gt;. But I was thinking, when you're dead maybe you &lt;i&gt;don't really have thoughs in your head&lt;/i&gt;. So I'm &lt;b&gt;probably&lt;/b&gt; still alive. I tried to get up from where I had fainted and I was &lt;u&gt;indeed&lt;/u&gt; alive (hahaha.. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I thought I was going to die in my dream. And I get to laught about that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;). Then I saw something in a computer (there was a computer in my dream.. I don't know what it was doing near the place where I fainted), it was a website. It had orange and green colors around. Like Friendster, but Fster's blue now. So i saw the site and I read John's plot (or I guess that was what it was, but I'm still not sure about the reason why he shot me even if I apparently read it in my dream). Then I went looking for him. I saw some of my friends and told them about what happened. The bullet within me but it's just there and not killing me. I don't know what else had really happened. Then I woke up at around 6 after the part where I told Tatay there's a bullet near my heart so he was sort of furious and wanted to &lt;u&gt;hunt&lt;/u&gt; John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my little logic on why John wanted to kill me in my dreams is something I'd really &lt;b&gt;blush laughing&lt;/b&gt; about. Hahahaha.. (blush, blush. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered something about us during the first months of the last school year. &lt;i&gt;I badly want to laugh now but I don't want to feel the pain&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa.. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there &lt;u&gt;was&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;something&lt;/b&gt; between us. And that's my little logic. Hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came to think of it.. Really, that could be it. &lt;u&gt;He shot me near my heart&lt;/u&gt;. The hurt and all. Now &lt;b&gt;I can't let my happiness shine&lt;/b&gt; because of &lt;i&gt;the pain he's caused me&lt;/i&gt; (in my dreams. Hahaha!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, that was something. Something I'm silently laughing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hahahaha&lt;sup&gt;10099&lt;/sup&gt;!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaii. Johnny John John. I don't know why that&lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; had happened in the first place. I wouldn't want anything like that (yes, the dream and the &lt;b&gt;something&lt;/b&gt;) to happen anymore, once more. The thing with Nong Jov also made me feel I'm just not for those type of somethings &lt;u&gt;yet&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whoa.. I mentioned his name here. Is this the first time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all for now. Bbn.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-5058678527011168958?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/5058678527011168958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=5058678527011168958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/5058678527011168958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/5058678527011168958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-whole-body-aches.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-6045304163770277963</id><published>2007-05-14T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.256-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are &lt;u&gt;clouds&lt;/u&gt;!! Hahaha!! Almost covering the whole sky (only maybe above the city, or only the subdivision.. idk). They're doing a pretty job of hiding the sun. It's a nice gloom now. And the clouds are slightly grey. I'm guessing it'll &lt;b&gt;rain&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;soon&lt;/i&gt;. Very, very soon. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for some drizzle now. They'll come by and by. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do all this netting downstairs at the living room overlooking the &lt;u&gt;beautifu&lt;/u&gt;l &lt;b&gt;cloudy&lt;/b&gt; skies and all the greens but the DSL wirings up here and all. So I'm staying here na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still kinda bored. I want to do something &lt;i&gt;extreme&lt;/i&gt;. But &lt;u&gt;nothing&lt;/u&gt; seems to pop up in my mind. So I've lately been to &lt;b&gt;a lot&lt;/b&gt; of memory lanes. Those songs, notebooks, things and the clouds. They've just somehow made me all positive. And oh! I &lt;i&gt;slept on the floor&lt;/i&gt; before we had lunch and it was a nice sleep (that is maybe because the room's floor was cold) but my body ached a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm okay now. All hopes for the rain to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uniform has arrived. It fits okay. I'm starting to be &lt;b&gt;excited for school&lt;/b&gt;. For one, I'll have &lt;u&gt;allowance&lt;/u&gt;. Second, I'll be &lt;i&gt;away from Jasmine&lt;/i&gt;, who brings out the &lt;s&gt;worst&lt;/s&gt;t in me. Third, I'll be with my friends again. Fourth, I'll not be so bored anymore. Fifth, blabidibla. Sixth, blabidy. Seventh, blabla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if Jasmine turns me into a devil &lt;u&gt;sometimes&lt;/u&gt;, she could really make me laugh. That happens quite rarely, but those laughs were &lt;b&gt;something&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Most of the time she's just corny&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she left for Kumon and her dance lessons today (whatever it is today. She goes to ballet, jazz, hula and I don't know what else she dances at Sol's), she saw this show from Nickelodeon or some other channels. It was playing a classical tune. I guess she got so caught up saying V's so much as she went "Kay Da &lt;b&gt;V&lt;/b&gt;inci man na? Or kay &lt;i&gt;V___&lt;/i&gt; (some other musician whose name starts with a V). Indi! Kay &lt;u&gt;Vi&lt;/u&gt;toven na!" I and Mans laughed. She asked what it was. And my sister (Mans) said "&lt;b&gt;Beethoven, Jas&lt;/b&gt;". Jas tried to repeat but she said "&lt;u&gt;Veethoben&lt;/u&gt;". Hahahaha! What's up with her? Hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! During lunch. She asked if there is such a &lt;b&gt;promiscuous&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;boy&lt;/i&gt;. Of course there was. And she was like "Mas grabe magflirt ang lalaki noh?" I and Mans agreed. She asked what a promiscuous boy does. Mans answered her saying "&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Mu na sila bala nga balAn nila may girlfriend na gid sila, gaflirt pa sila sa iban nga babae&lt;/span&gt;!" I was in the state of shcok because I know what she means. So I said "Really? Si Nong...". Then we laughed again. Jasmine didn't seem to get the point. Mans was somewhat talking about Nong Pus. But that was just a joke (Nong Pus, if you ever get to read this. Don't feel bad. Manang Joyce really loves you and trusts you. =D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after lunch, we were playing with Jas's cellphone. &lt;b&gt;She's quite vain, &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. All in our vein's blood. Though she looked like &lt;u&gt;Jollibee with bangs&lt;/u&gt;. Hahaha!! I know. I'm so mean &lt;i&gt;to her&lt;/i&gt;. But I bet she's already gotten used to it. Anyway, Mans saw &lt;u&gt;nothing&lt;/u&gt; on her Sent Items folder (is it really a folder?) . So we were suspicious but our little sister calmly explained that the messages don't register there. Turns out she's got that sort of feature turned off. So we were still suspicious. My sister said that one time she read Jasmine's text message &lt;i&gt;asking for some guy's number from a friend&lt;/i&gt;. Jasmine reasoned she wanted to pull a prank on that boy.  So we teased Jasmine again. She could be &lt;b&gt;flirty&lt;/b&gt;. How &lt;u&gt;dreadful&lt;/u&gt;. So Mans said that &lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;promiscuous girls are the ones who ask a guy's number so that she can pull pranks on him&lt;/span&gt;. So the promiscuous thing started again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-oh. And what else would she ask next? Do they have sexual ed at St. Jo? You know. So that she doesn't have to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that they learn about the organs of the body and she knows quite &lt;b&gt;a lot&lt;/b&gt;. A lot about you know what I mean. But she's innocent at it. Better keep it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Jasmine.. Haaiii. Hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh.. it's still gloomy. I'll go out to enjoy the hiding of the sun. Do some jump rope maybe.&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't said this in a long time: &lt;b&gt;LIFE&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;IS&lt;/i&gt; &lt;u&gt;GRAND&lt;/u&gt;!! Really grand!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bbn.. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-6045304163770277963?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/6045304163770277963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=6045304163770277963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/6045304163770277963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/6045304163770277963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/05/there-are-clouds-hahaha-almost-covering.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-2601854944737149990</id><published>2007-05-14T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.098-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hang up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahaha! I made a post yesterday. But I did the typing on notepad. it went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;May 14, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;This is so sad. I want to make a post but there's no or limited connectivity of DSL again.I hate incidents like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still posting anyway. Sheer proof of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother's leaving for Boracay again tomorrow with her Holland friends. They went to see the house just a few minutes ago and I was thinking &lt;em&gt;Holland people? No. Don't get in. I might give a bad impression in behalf of my mother as I am in no way physically presentable to mingle right now&lt;/em&gt;. But they eventually got in and I hid myself here upstairs posting (typing the words in Notepad). Jasmine just got up here and smoke seems to be imagineably going out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I get more sadness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merde. I want to be positive and all but merde. That's just what seems to keep on happening. Forces of universe don't seem to be cooperating with me. Haii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I really making it do all the bad things to me because that's what I feel sometimes? Zillions of merde to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the Holland people are leaving now. And Jasmine went down. Thank you LOA. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;We've got chocolates, too!! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention, Mother's Day was fine. I ate lotsa Carbonara (spell check. is it correct?) and had new socks. But there's not much to talk about yesterday's event. And today's the Elections. But I don't have something sensible to say about that as well. Maybe I would someday if I already practice my right to suffrage. Not thatI don't care about the Philippines at the moment. I really do wish the good people wins. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to boredom, I practiced walking on my school shoes (I didn't buy new ones to save me from having the guilt. You know. So we just had it fixed at Mr. Quicky. =D). Haha. Like it's some big deal.. Like I'm going to wear stilettos. Hahaha. You see, my feet just and only goes well with slippers and it's going to take an awful lot of time for it to get used to walking in shoes again. I must say, even for just some 15 minutes my soles ached already. Oh, I wore it with some old uniform (that have hardly fitted me. I've grown much. Taller maybe? Or okay, horizaontally) so that I may see if it still looks like somethingI would wear. Reasult: it was okay. I'd still wear it. I'll just have to deal with the pain. I'm wondering when my new unifoms would arrive. I hope they'd fit me well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my Notepad post yesterday. I laughed at the typographical errors but of course I have corrected some of it. Only some of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha.. (laughing because Georgia's still really making me laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha!! (I'm reading and posting at the same time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah- Okay, stop na. Bbn.. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-2601854944737149990?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/2601854944737149990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=2601854944737149990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/2601854944737149990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/2601854944737149990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/05/hahaha-i-made-post-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838552760524023228.post-6964709338266371480</id><published>2007-05-13T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:23:29.379-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschoolpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabidibla'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The weather's fine. It's a &lt;i&gt;bit&lt;/i&gt; cloudy. Or that's just what I thought so. I think we need more clouds to cover the sun to have that pleasant gloomy shade. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish we have &lt;u&gt;more&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;clouds&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.. I watched &lt;u&gt;Jump In&lt;/u&gt; a while ago. It's an awesome movie. The stunts were superb and it's double dutching but it's really so seriously fun-looking. Dancing, jumping, not getting tangled in the rope. And there was a part where they had to speed up. Parts like those were so amazing, too!! Makes me want to go out and do some skipping and jumping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah!! I'll be skipping and jumping later!! I just need some rubber bands. Yep, improvise. I guess there are a lot of rubber bands around the house. Jasmine's jump rope is too short for me. And maybe it's lost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have just discovered a little while ago (too) that it's showing on Disney Channel. Haha. So y'all watch it (&lt;em&gt;y'all&lt;/em&gt;. haha. oh Tyra). It's really nice. Ooh! I'm also adoring Izzy!! Or the actor behind the role. &lt;b&gt;Corbin Bleu!!&lt;/b&gt; I say he's &lt;i&gt;quite&lt;/i&gt; &lt;u&gt;athletic&lt;/u&gt;. He basketballed on HSM and did the double dutch and boxing on Jump In! What else does he know? Well I'm guessing he might be playing soccer too. Now if that's real, totally a plus. And I'll be having my mouth &lt;u&gt;hanging down&lt;/u&gt; and my eyes all &lt;i&gt;wide&lt;/i&gt; if that's so. Maybe I don't have to bother mentioning he's &lt;b&gt;gorgeous&lt;/b&gt; as well? He dances distinctively admirable, too. He &lt;u&gt;flew&lt;/u&gt; in the movie!! &lt;i&gt;Quite&lt;/i&gt; literally if you'd see some clips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha.. Okay. He's sorta got that afro thing going on. That's alright but he looks better with his hair tied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/RkfpkKV50sI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6ODxbr7z5kc/s1600-h/corbin23.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064273113462198978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/RkfpkKV50sI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6ODxbr7z5kc/s320/corbin23.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/RkfqjqV50tI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sVMmNzGJuQ4/s1600-h/jumpin004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064274204383892178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/RkfqjqV50tI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sVMmNzGJuQ4/s320/jumpin004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/Rkfq36V50uI/AAAAAAAAABE/ajMcK0higEw/s1600-h/tv119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064274552276243170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/Rkfq36V50uI/AAAAAAAAABE/ajMcK0higEw/s320/tv119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh! I've also been starting to love Avril again. I saw her MTV Live concert last night. The songs in her new album would &lt;i&gt;precisely&lt;/i&gt; be big hits. Just the best damn thing. And I love the &lt;b&gt;Best Damn Thing&lt;/b&gt; song. At her concert she also played some of her &lt;u&gt;best&lt;/u&gt; old tunes that have just brought me to some memory lane with that time-machine-y feeling. Oh how nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm still crushing on James Franco and Adam Levine. But I haven't really heard much from them lately. I hope Adam dates someone else. Me. Haha. Dream on, Jean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I'm still reading Angus, Thongs and FFS. I tried reading it before I read the On the Brightside... but I didn't have the mood. So I'm reading it now again after I read the book that's supposedly to be read after reading it. Get me? Haha. I'd utterly understand if you don't. I'm planning on buying the next books to On the Brightside blabidibla. But that would most probably happen during school because I'll be using my allowance. I'll keep myself from feeling the guilt of asking much from my parents. &lt;u&gt;I promise to try to save money this school year&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I have enough money, the first item on my list is a &lt;b&gt;soccer ball&lt;/b&gt;. I want to practice so that the SSC will be the champion in football girls this year. I hope that's not too much to ask for LOA (law of attraction. I guess I haven't made that clear?) to have its force working on that. I felt a lot of shame last year, I wish I (if I hopefully get in the team) won't go through that much again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Good grief. It's starting to go bright around here again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Where are those clouds?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haii.. Okay, I'll go now. Bbn..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8838552760524023228-6964709338266371480?l=pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/feeds/6964709338266371480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838552760524023228&amp;postID=6964709338266371480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/6964709338266371480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838552760524023228/posts/default/6964709338266371480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkminuswhite-sack.blogspot.com/2007/05/weathers-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean Meir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08190800340398522128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/TIhBqunm9YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RaBYNC-DVEs/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pDFFtjOXelM/RkfpkKV50sI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6ODxbr7z5kc/s72-c/corbin23.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
